Time Travel and Love

After returning to the tent with his hand on Feiying's arm, he realized something was wrong. He silently looked up at Feiying and asked with a puzzled look, "Why did my hand rest directly on your arms? Third Master never said anything. Why did I have to put a handkerchief on their arms to help them correct their posture?"

Kui Wenzhong chuckled but didn't answer. Feiying explained helplessly, "Master, didn't I tell you before? Strictly speaking, we are just your possessions. Do you think the Third Master would be jealous of a possession? General Ling and the others are already outsiders. Even through the handkerchief, it's a sign of the Third Master's generosity."

“…”Okay, I see. A tool.

The next morning, Mo Liujin helped Chu Qingmeng change into his usual men's clothes and continued his daily routine. He had just left the camp when Kui Wenzhong and the other three arrived with the man assigned by Eleven.

Entering the tent, she saw Chu Qingmeng trying to tie her hair up. Feiying wasn't there, and she couldn't find a hairpin, so she could only try using a headband. Shuang Cheng's face was filled with confusion. He couldn't understand why Master Jiu, a woman, couldn't even do her makeup. He took a few steps forward, pulled the headband out of Chu Qingmeng's hand, and asked her to sit down. "Master, please come down."

"Shuangcheng? Why are you here?" Chu Qingmeng was surprised for a moment, then smirked twice, "Wu Qing isn't afraid to come because I disgust him, right?"

"..." Wu Qing took a deep breath. Well, Master Jiu knew he was disgusting. "Master, I'm here."

Chu Qingmeng was stunned for a moment, "I just sent someone here, why are all three of you here?"

"Master, I'm here too." Quan Si responded.

Chu Qingmeng laughed out loud, "What? Are you planning to have a regular meeting today? So full? Sit down."

They sat down. Jingming was slightly surprised. Were these people so rude? And even though the person in front of him had white hair and was dressed in men's clothing, her figure, voice, and even her face were all that of a young girl. They were calling her "Master" so easily!

"Master Jiu, this is the person I mentioned to you yesterday." Kui Wenzhong stood up, turned around and looked at Jingming who was sitting behind him and introduced him.

Jing Ming then stood up and saluted, "Greetings, Master Jiu."

Shuang Cheng finally helped Chu Qingmeng fix her hair, and then took the hairpin on the table and put it up for her, so at least it wouldn't be too hot. He turned around and left, sitting back in his seat.

"Get up." Chu Qingmeng waved his hand. "What's your name?"

"Please give me a name, Master Jiu." Jing Ming looked serious. This was a common thing.

"..."

Seeing Chu Qingmeng lowering his head and saying nothing, Shuang Cheng clenched his fist to his lips and coughed twice to hide his smile. Well, Master Jiu hates naming the most.

"What was your name before?" Chu Qingmeng couldn't understand the whole thing about naming. Didn't they have names before?!

"Replying to Master Jiu, the prince gave me the name Jingming, without a surname."

"Then you can continue to call me Jingming." Chu Qingmeng waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes." Jing Ming responded and then said, "The prince wants me to stay by Jiu Ye's side as a death warrior. To prevent Jiu Ye from distrusting me, he did not prepare poison. Please give me the medicine, Jiu Ye."

"Cough cough cough..." Chu Qingmeng coughed non-stop due to choking on his saliva. The four people sitting below couldn't help but glance at him at the same time. They hadn't mentioned this before.

Shuang Cheng stood up and patted Chu Qingmeng on the back to calm him down. He looked at Jing Ming and asked, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Jingming did not answer, but just smiled faintly. Everyone understood in their hearts that he was on guard against them.

"I have enough people around me, there's really no need." Chu Qingmeng finally recovered. She almost choked to death on that bite.

Jing Ming thought Chu Qingmeng didn't understand what a death warrior meant, and was about to explain when Kui Wenzhong suddenly spoke up, "Master, if he chooses to be a death warrior, he can stay."

Wu Qing and the others looked at him in surprise. What happened to Big Brother? Kui Wenzhong had his own thoughts. If he was just a spy, then keeping him by his side was just for cooperation with Eleven. If he was a death squad... Seeing Chu Qingmeng also looking at him with a puzzled expression, Kui Wenzhong was stunned for a moment. This posture seemed to be just asking for a little fox pat, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Shuang Cheng looked down, shook his head helplessly, and straightened Chu Qingmeng's sitting posture, "Master, sit down."

"Brother Jingming, you'd better think about it carefully. Now that you have become a death warrior, no matter who your master was in the past, in the future, your master will only be our Ninth Master. At that time, if you want to communicate with your former master again, you will be restrained." Kui Wenzhong turned around and looked at Jingming and asked.

Jing He, still reeling from the shock of Shuang Cheng correcting Chu Qingmeng's sitting posture, came back to his senses. "Since I'm here, I've already thought this through. And the prince only sent me here under the guise of a spy. We also agreed before I came here that after taking the medicine, my life or death would be decided by the Ninth Master. The prince doesn't need me to provide him with any information related to the Ninth Master, he just needs to be responsible for protecting the Ninth Master."

Chu Qingmeng asked his own question, "Eleven... saved your life?"

When she asked this question, everyone understood what she meant, and the four brothers of the Qi family also smiled silently.

Jing Ming smiled gently, "Your Highness, you saved my wife and children, but they were unlucky and didn't survive. However, I have to repay your kindness. My wife and children are dead, and my heart is dead too. A person with a dead heart doesn't fear life or death."

“…” Now it was Chu Qingmeng’s turn to not know how to respond.