Time Travel and Love

"Why don't I take a look at Qing Meng's storybook? I feel like there's more to it than in the books of sages." Mo Liuteng joked, "Ever since she said 'To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country,' I've been wondering. It's really unlike her to say that."

"Mo Jiangche!" Chu Qingmeng laughed in anger as she watched him correct Ze Yi's bow movements. She picked up the apple Mu Lingxue had just handed her and threw it at him, "Go play somewhere else!"

"Mother? What's wrong?" Mo Jiangche caught the apple that hit him, looking confused. What happened to him?

"What's wrong? Zeyi's action is correct! If you lead the child astray again, I will beat you to death." Chu Qingmeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He himself was terrible at riding and shooting, yet he still had the nerve to correct the child!

Mo Jiangche and the others standing nearby were all confused. "Mother, Zeyi's movements are indeed lacking."

"Go away! The correct way to hold the arrow is to keep your palm empty while your fingers are strong." Chu Qingmeng looked at him with a frown and a helpless smile. It was because she had not been in good health recently that she had no time to take them to practice archery. She turned around and looked at Mo Liujin, "Third brother, go teach him."

Mo Liujin sighed and stood up, walked out of the pavilion, asked Mo Jiangche to draw the bow, and began to adjust his gestures. Mo Jiangche finally realized that it was indeed his arrow-holding technique that was wrong for so many years, but, it was his father who taught him before, right?

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin and glanced at his brothers, then suddenly laughed, "Third brother, who did you learn your archery from?"

"Father." Mo Liujin answered straightforwardly. They were all taught by their father.

Chu Qingmeng now understood that their problem was a common one, passed down from their ancestors.

"Qing Meng really knows how to ride and shoot?" Mo Liufang only now realized that Qing Meng is no longer the little girl who only knew how to play. In fact, she knows a lot, but at the beginning she only cared about how to play.

"Yes." Mo Liujin responded, "But, I'm lazy."

"..." Mo Liujue couldn't hold it in any longer, "Qing Meng's true strength is truly untraceable. Third brother, didn't you say before that she couldn't do it?"

"I really thought she couldn't do it, until I took her to shoot the bow, she took my hand and asked me to take three arrows, and all three arrows hit the target. Only then did I know that she really could do it." Mo Liujin took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, when Qingmeng gets better, I'll have to ask her out for a horse riding and archery competition to see how good her skills are." Mo Liuteng sighed as he looked at Chu Qingmeng's back.

Seeing that his brothers all agreed, Mo Liujin took another sip of tea slowly before speaking, "You'd better not try, otherwise you will definitely embarrass yourself. Qing Meng is extremely talented."

"Third brother, I am a man after all, and I have been in the army for so many years. You can't look down on me like this, right?" Mo Liuteng was so angry at Mo Liujin that he spoke more seriously.

Mo Liujin raised his eyebrows and said nothing more. If he wanted to embarrass himself, then let him. While they were playing, Mo Wushuang and He Qi came with their children. Time passed quickly, and the evening banquet began. Mo Liujin's most painful moment arrived.

After paying their respects to the birthday party and taking their seats, Mo Liujin looked at the greasy and meaty food in front of him, his stomach churning. He tried again and again to suppress the nausea, but it was of no avail. He went out twice in the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" Mo Chenfeng noticed him.

"Father, I think I caught a cold. My stomach feels a little churning. It's nothing. I'll be fine tomorrow." Mo Liujin was also very embarrassed and explained hesitantly.

"Third brother, just drink some wine to warm your stomach!" Mo Liuchen raised his glass and drank with him.

Mo Liujin thought the same thing. Would drinking a little wine help? Although he couldn't drink too much, a few glasses was still fine. But before he could even sip the wine, the butler rushed in, "Old Prince, Old Princess, Prince, Princess, ladies and gentlemen, the Emperor has arrived in disguise! He's almost at the gate!"

"What?!" Everyone hurriedly stood up and prepared to welcome the emperor, but Mo Liuyun had already entered the courtyard. Seeing so many people, he just smiled slightly and stepped forward to stop Mo Chenfeng and his wife who were about to salute. "Uncle Royal, Aunt Royal, please don't be so polite. We are family. Yun Ting is here today to celebrate Aunt Royal's birthday."

Everyone knelt down to greet him, and Mo Liuyun just stopped Chu Qingmeng and said, "An Ning, there's no need to greet. Just sit down."

After getting up and sitting down, Mo Liuyun ordered his personal attendant to take out the gift and say some auspicious words. He then explained to Mo Chenfeng, "It is a special occasion on the emperor's uncle's birthday. Yun Ting cannot come. I hope the emperor's uncle will forgive me."

"Your Excellency is too polite. I understand what is going on." The uncle and nephew were exchanging pleasantries.

Mo Liujin didn't feel the discomfort in his stomach anymore. His attention was focused on Mo Liuyun, whose clothes were decorated with lotus, moon, and auspicious clouds. He was instantly filled with jealousy, but seeing Chu Qingmeng's haggard face, he finally sighed and quietly put his arm around her waist. "Chujiu, I feel less uncomfortable in my stomach when I smell your scent."

Chu Qingmeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she let him get closer to her. It was really unbearable when this man became petty. He saw Eleven coming and wanted to assert his sovereignty again.