Time Travel and Love

She turned back to Shuang Cheng who was standing behind her, as if asking for help. She didn't know how to respond. Shuang Cheng manually turned Chu Qingmeng's head again, looked at Jing Ming and said, "Brother Jing Ming, I am sorry for your loss. But, whether you can stay is not up to my eldest brother. This matter still needs to be decided by Master Jiu."

Chu Qingmeng lowered her head and pondered for a long time. Eleven's intentions in sending this man here weren't too suspicious. His thoughts were the same as his father and brother's, but Eleven's methods might not be as good as his father and brother's. Did this man have other problems? Besides, she already had enough people around her. The four of them were enough. Feiying could handle any minor daily incidents. The main assassins lived and died together with their masters. Even after their death, their masters could still control their corpses until they were reduced to bones. Their death would leave the masters safe. But she didn't have much time to live. Would she let another person die?

Seeing Chu Qingmeng's hesitation, Jing Ming just looked at Kui Wenzhong and smiled faintly. The other party and the prince were only in a cooperative relationship. It was normal for him to be suspicious of his generous gift. "Nine Master, the Fifth Floor has spies all over the world. You can check my background at will."

Kui Wenzhong also smiled back, "Since I brought you here to see Master Jiu, I must have already investigated everything."

"That's not the point." Chu Qingmeng raised his head and faced Jing He. "If you become my assassin, you might not live long. Have you really thought it through?"

Jing Ming's gentle smile seemed to be welded on his face. "I have already said that those who are dead in their hearts have no fear of life or death."

Chu Qingmeng shrugged, "Then, Quan Si, give him the medicine."

Quan Si pursed his lips in silence, "Master, I'm only here to take your pulse. I don't have anything else with me except the medicine I brought you."

"You four? Didn't you come here together?" Chu Qingmeng felt that they had nothing important to do.

"No, sir," Shuang Cheng replied to Chu Qingmeng's question. "I went to buy cakes for you last night, but I couldn't catch up with Second Brother's departure, so I brought them here myself. Fourth Brother came from his own medicine house. We just bumped into each other at the main camp gate."

“…” They really have nothing to do!

"Master, I will go back today. I will let Wuqing stay with you for the next few days, and I will take Jingming back to the fifth floor first." Wen Zhong told Chu Qingmeng.

"Um... well, when you came here, did you go to the old owner's room?" Chu Qingmeng hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did you get any letters or anything like that?"

Several people looked at Wu Qing, and Wu Qing replied, "Nothing. If there was anything, I would have told you just now."

Chu Qingmeng breathed a sigh of relief. Her father and brother didn't scold her. But she really couldn't go into the water again. Seeing that they were all fine, Quan Si came forward with a medicine box to check Chu Qingmeng's pulse.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, untied the hairband covering her eyes, and looked into her eyes. "My symptoms seem to have improved. I wonder how much better you can see now?"

"I noticed it yesterday when Wen Zhong came into the tent to talk to me. From that distance, I could barely make out his general appearance."

"Well, it must be that Master healed your wound again. If nothing unexpected happens, two more times will restore Master's sight." Quan Si put away his medicine box and gave another instruction, "Master, you should keep your eyes covered. If you're really bored, you can take them off for a while at night. But forget about it during the day, as the light is too strong and it can hurt your eyes. I wonder when Master will be back? I need to take his pulse again."

"should……"

Before Chu Qingmeng could finish her words, Mo Liujin walked in. "Qingmeng, huh? So neat?"

Chu Qingmeng chuckled and stood up to face him. "You're back?"

"Well. Are you done talking?" Mo Liujin asked standing at the door.

"We're done. Quan Si is waiting to take your pulse." Mo Liujin stepped in after hearing this. He walked a few steps to the desk and sat down. Quan Si stretched out his hand to take the pulse, then withdrew his hand after a moment. "It's time to change the prescription for our uncle. I'll give it to Leng Feng. I just took our Ninth Master's pulse. Uncle should have treated his injury once. If he feels well later, he can do it himself. But don't be impatient. If you are impatient, it will make things worse. At most, two more times, our master should be almost healed."

"Really?!" Mo Liujin did not hide his joy at all. He stood up excitedly, knocked over the tea bowl, and hurriedly caught it.

"Master, it's not easy to be impatient." Quan Si twitched his lips and tried to persuade and threaten again, "Please be calm. If you act impulsively, you will hurt our master. Once you hurt him, our master may never be able to see again."

"Okay, I understand." Mo Liujin forced himself to calm down and responded.

Quan Si once again reminded Chu Qingmeng not to be stimulated by the strong light, and then they all took their leave and left. Only Wu Qing was left to take over Wen Zhong's job and chat with Feiying outside the big tent.

Mo Liujin felt a glimpse of hope and grabbed Chu Qingmeng's legs. He'd seen her anxiety and forced composure for the past few days, and now that he finally saw a glimpse of hope for her sight, how could he not be excited? Chu Qingmeng, already in darkness, couldn't have anticipated his movements. She was startled by the suddenness and gave a subconscious cry of surprise. Mo Liujin lowered himself a little, and Chu Qingmeng hugged his neck, feeling less frightened. "Are you trying to scare me to death? You don't know how tall you are, do you?!"

Mo Liujin was so busy laughing that he didn't even bother to reply. In his hands, Chu Qingmeng, who was considered taller than most women, looked tiny.