Time Travel and Love

"We'll see then." Xiao Ming was a little sleepy. Chu Qingmeng held her in his arms and patted her to coax her to sleep.

"Yes, I will prepare your destination first. If you don't want to go, then don't go. If you want to go, you can set off directly." Kui Wenzhong stood up and bowed. "I will take my leave."

After Kui Wenzhong left, Xiao Mingwei fell asleep. Chu Qingmeng called the nurse over and asked her to take Xiao Mingwei back home. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, she sat back in her chair, took off her headband, and rubbed her head. He Qi, that bastard, was so damn alert!

Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng and chuckled softly, "General Zuoji is actually my wife's man?"

Chu Qingmeng opened his eyes, looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"My wife has people in the cabinet too? It seems that the Shenji Camp, the Wujun Camp, and my husband's men... huh?" Mo Liujin reached out and pulled Chu Qingmeng into his arms, then gently nuzzled her face. "My wife is so all-powerful, and I don't know anything."

"The spies on the fifth floor are all over the world." Chu Qingmeng held Mo Liujin's face with both hands, pinched his cheeks, smiled happily, gave him a smack, and then kissed him again, "I like you so much, Jin~"

"Hehe..." Mo Liujin was unknowingly teased by Chu Qingmeng again. From his few low laughs, it can be heard that he was in a very good mood.

"Third Master. The old prince is looking for you." Leng Feng reported outside the study.

"Yes. Here I come." Mo Liujin lowered his head and kissed Chu Qingmeng. He pinched her waist and whispered softly, "Little fox, how about you dance for your husband again tonight?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng jumped out of his arms and walked out, rolling his eyes at him, "You're just dreaming."

He went to the pavilion alone and asked someone to invite Mu Lingxue. Seeing that Chu Qingmeng could see, Mu Lingxue was surprised again. The two of them discussed and drew many clothing patterns under the pavilion, and asked the tailor to make them quickly.

Ten days passed quickly and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"We are all here for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, so we have to celebrate it well." Chen Siyu was really happy. It was the first time in so many years that so many people were here.

Mo Chenfeng also agreed with a smile. Although the previous dynasty was not peaceful with the new emperor ascending the throne, they brothers could handle it, and he could finally take a break.

Chu Qingmeng was surprised. The old emperor had passed away, so wasn't there a rule of national mourning? Seeing her puzzled expression, Mo Liujin asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Don't we need to observe national mourning?"

"The national mourning lasts for seven days." Mo Liujin cleared up her confusion.

So short? Chu Qingmeng was stunned. She remembered that in history, only emperors used days to count the years, but even then, they still had to observe the mourning period for a month. Ordinary people had to observe the national mourning period for three years. But here, it was only seven days? As expected, there was still a difference.

"My lords," the old butler of the palace came in, "someone from the palace just now came to convey the emperor's oral order. This year, for the Mid-Autumn Festival, all officials are invited to gather with their wives."

Mo Chenfeng waved his hand to signal the butler to leave. Chen Siyu sighed and asked everyone to disperse and go back to prepare.

Mo Liujin's face was not very good. He helped Chu Qingmeng back to the courtyard and said, "I'll send someone to inform you that you are not feeling well. You won't be going out tonight. I will stay with you in the mansion."

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin's dark face and laughed. He raised his hand and pinched his face. "Is it really that serious? You'd better not bother with it. Let Shuang Cheng Yi Lerong go with you. It's better to have less trouble than more."

Mo Liujin thought for a moment and said, "Let Shuang Cheng disguise himself as me, and let Qin An disguise himself as you."

"You?" Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips as he looked at Mo Liujin. "Ah Jin, have you ever considered your body shape? Shuang Cheng can shrink bones, but he probably doesn't have the 'expansion skill'."

"..." Mo Liujin fell silent. His body had become increasingly larger due to years of fighting and practicing martial arts. Back then, Chu Qingmeng was a perfect match for him, but now, she seemed like a child in his arms. With a sigh, he pulled Chu Qingmeng to sit on his lap, gently inhaling the scent of her neck, and said unhappily, "I'm worried about leaving you home alone."

"Nothing, you'll be back in just a few hours, won't you?" Chu Qingmeng patted his shoulder comfortingly and said with a smile, "Why do you act more like a child the older you get? You weren't this clingy when you were young."

Mo Liujin bit her neck lightly, and when she cried out in pain, he looked up at her, "Are you kidding me?"

"Isn't it okay?" Chu Qingmeng held his face and pinched it. "I just recently discovered that your face feels really good."

Knock knock knock, Leng Feng's voice came from outside the door, "Third Master, the two young masters are looking for you."

"Well, let them in." Mo Liujin responded. Chu Qingmeng got down from his lap, picked up a book at random, and sat aside to read.

Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng and smiled, "Madam, have you stopped reading storybooks and started reading military strategies recently?"

"Well, let's see how it differs from the military strategies of my motherland." Chu Qingmian didn't even raise her head. She really couldn't bear to read the storybooks anymore. It was a clichéd story, with rich girls risking their lives for poor scholars every day.

"Father, Mother." The two of them exchanged greetings and sat down. Mo Jiangqing said, "Father, we were patrolling the camp a few days ago and discovered some issues with the deployment."

Then he took a picture and placed it on the table and pointed, "Father, look here."