Time Travel and Love

"Mother, it's not a good idea for you to casually explore military affairs, right?" Mo Jiangqing said hesitantly.

Chu Qingmeng paused while drinking tea, raised his eyelids and glanced at him lazily, took a sip of tea, and then said without any emotion, "Your father has never said a word to me."

Mo Liujin also glanced at Mo Jiangqing lazily, then closed his eyes and said calmly, "It's okay. I've known for a long time that I have your mother's spies under my command, and your mother's attention to military affairs is just to fill in the gaps for the three of us, father and son."

The two brothers fell silent. Mo Jiangche skipped over the topic altogether. "Mother, could you please explain in detail the five types of spies you just mentioned?"

“…” He spoke too much again.

"Wait for me to write it down and send it to you, then you can read it for yourselves." After a long time, Chu Qingmeng finally uttered this sentence. She didn't understand, so how should she explain it?

Mo Jiangqing lowered his head slightly to hide the emotion in his eyes. His words had upset his mother. Jiang Che's relationship with his mother was stronger than his, so even if he upset her, she would never take it to heart...

"Son, what are you thinking about?"

Mo Jiangqing heard Chu Qingmeng's voice and came back to his senses. He saw Chu Qingmeng squatting in front of him and looking up at him. He restrained his emotions and smiled, "It's nothing, mother. I'm just lost in thought."

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Jiangqing with disdain. Mo Jiangqing was stunned by the obvious disdain in her eyes. Then he smiled again with a slightly bitter feeling in his heart, "Why is a mother looking at her son?"

"Children with awkward and sensitive personalities are really frustrating." Chu Qingmeng's disgust was even worse. She stood up and hugged his head into her arms, but she didn't notice Mo Jiangqing's stiff body. She slowly said, "I probably haven't told you that you two are my treasures that I exchanged my life for. I will never harbor any grudges against you because of a word or a thing. You must remember that loving you is my instinct. People can't resist their instincts. Even gods, monsters and beasts have the love for their children. Don't you just trust me? Be casual and don't think too much. We can't talk to each other as mother and son and have to think so much. Aren't you tired? You put forward your opinions. Whether I agree or not, it doesn't affect my love for you. Do you understand?"

Mo Jiangqing was stunned again, and a strange feeling passed through his heart. His mother noticed his emotions and stopped talking. She just reached out and hugged Chu Qingmeng's waist, leaned on her belly, closed her eyes and tried to suppress her emotions.

"Have you hugged me enough?" Mo Liujin's cold voice came, "Your mother has no sense of distinction between men and women, you don't understand that either, do you?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng turned his head and looked at Mo Liujin's dark face. Are you sick? "Ajin, he is our son."

Mo Jiangqing calmed down and let go of Chu Qingmeng, smiling deliberately, "Father, mother said she loves me."

"..." Mo Jiangqing accurately stepped on Mo Liujin's weak spot, and the next moment Mo Liujin roared, "Get out!"

Chu Qingmeng took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the inner room. "I'm sick! Seriously sick!" He lay down on the couch, ignoring the father and son outside, and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

After a while, the outer hall was quiet, and Mo Liujin walked in. Seeing Chu Qingmeng pretending to sleep, he felt a little aggrieved. He leaned over and pressed on Chu Qingmeng, "Qingmeng, don't hug them anymore. They are so old, and you have never coaxed me like this before..."

This tone of grievance made Chu Qingmeng open his eyes. Looking at Mo Liujin's appearance and then at his unhappy expression, the huge contrast made Chu Qingmeng laugh. "Ah Jin, what are you? A tough guy on the outside, but a little kid on the inside?"

"What is a little puppy?" Mo Liujin didn't stand up and rubbed Chu Qingmeng's neck habitually.

Chu Qingmeng raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, enjoying the intimacy between the two. "Have you ever seen a puppy that is still nursing? The kind that looks cute and fierce. Very cute."

"But, love?" Mo Liujin stopped and looked up at Chu Qingmeng with a look of being struck by lightning.

Chu Qingmeng smiled happily at his expression, stood up, put her hands on his neck and pulled him back, "I'm tired. If you have nothing to do, please lie down with me for a while. I've been very tired lately and always want to sleep."

"Okay." Mo Liujin was not sleepy, but he still agreed to her. He took a book and leaned on the couch to read. With his other hand, he held Chu Qingmeng and let her fall asleep slowly.

At 3 p.m., everyone set off for the palace. Shuang Cheng disguised himself as Chu Qingmeng. Although his movements and even his voice were flawless, everyone still felt something was amiss. Mu Lingxue immediately recognized it wasn't Chu Qingmeng. She raised an eyebrow and turned to get into the carriage. Mo Liuyuan frowned as Chu Qingmeng and Mo Liujin boarded the carriage one after the other. Why did he feel something was off about them? Had they had an argument? He then climbed into the carriage himself.

Seeing Mo Liuyuan frown, Mu Lingxue chuckled and whispered, "That person is not Qing Meng."

Mo Liuyuan instantly understood what was wrong. Given the Third Brother's character, how could he not support Qing Meng when they walked side by side? And how could he not lend a hand when he saw her getting into the carriage? It seemed that he had really listened to his previous words.