Time Travel and Love

Obviously, Mo Liufang had also noticed the dark pattern on Mo Liuyun's clothes. He frowned slightly and looked at Mo Liujin, but saw him hunched over with his head lowered, leaning against Chu Qingmeng's neck. He turned his head away speechlessly. He was worrying too much! The third brother was such a jerk who didn't know the situation!

Of course, Mo Liujin wasn't really that intimate with Chu Qingmeng regardless of the occasion. He just leaned against her for a moment and then stood up again, pretending nothing had happened.

As soon as Mo Liuyun arrived, everyone became obviously more restrained. If he hadn't come, it would be fine for couples to sit at the same table, but as soon as he came, men and women had to be separated. With Chu Qingmeng's body, Mo Liujin was not willing to let her sit with her sisters-in-law.

Mo Liuyun suddenly spoke up for some reason, "Uncle, please don't make such a fuss. It's just a family dinner after all. If you make such a fuss, Yun Ting will feel sorry for the cousins."

Chu Qingmeng glanced at him without saying anything, only taking a sip of tea. Oh, calling him "imperial uncle" was so easy, and now he calls her "cousin-law" too? She's really got some nerve.

Mo Liuyun was embarrassed for a moment when he noticed that she glanced at him. Did he want to call her cousin's wife?! God knows how much he hated these two words! But how could he feel at ease if he didn't come to see her? That guy Wen Zhong! Ever since he borrowed Jingming's identity last time, he sent people to keep an eye on Jingming! Now Jingming is useless. When he asked to see her openly, he was rejected by Wen Zhong! He didn't even report it to her! The group of people under her are really enough!

After Mo Liuyun repeatedly reiterated that it was just his family's meal, the group finally relaxed a bit. Mo Liufang took the lead and started drinking with Mo Liuyun. He was fine drinking with everyone, but when he saw Mo Liujin, Mo Liuyun gritted his teeth. He'd taken his cabbage and even called him a brother. He hated him so much! But he hid it well, so no one noticed. The gossip loosened the atmosphere at the table, and the younger generation also started toasting. After this, almost everyone drank a lot.

Mo Liuyun smiled and looked at Chu Qingmeng. Chu Qingmeng noticed his gaze and raised his eyes to give him a warning look. Mo Liuyun received Chu Qingmeng's gaze and restrained his own gaze. Then he looked at Mo Liujin beside him. In this situation, she couldn't stop him from drinking. How annoying!

Everyone was gossiping when someone suddenly suggested that everyone write a birthday poem for the old princess. Women could recite a birthday poem, and everyone agreed. Naturally, it started with Mo Liuyun, and they did. But Chu Qingmeng couldn't do it. She had never learned a birthday poem. Looking at Mu Lingxue, she was also embarrassed. She only remembered one...

As expected, the situation got stuck with Chu Qingmeng. Mo Liujin looked at her in surprise. She was well versed in poetry. Seeing that she didn't speak, he was about to help her out, but Chu Qingmeng spoke up herself, "Mother, I really can't remember. How about I play a song for your birthday?"

Chen Siyu agreed with a smile, and Chu Qingmeng ordered someone to go back and get the pipa. Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng with a puzzled look and whispered softly, "Madam, are you using all your poems to tease me?"

Chu Qingmeng pinched him, feeling a bit embarrassed. When Mo Liuyun heard her say she wanted to play a tune, he suddenly remembered that the director of her orphanage had taught them to play the pipa and guzheng. However… he remembered the sound of her practicing. At that time, he was trapped by a force beside her, unable to leave her a hundred meters away. The pipa was loud… that devilish sound… and the sound of sawing wood at the Eighth Prince's Courtyard… Mo Liuyun shuddered. Could she do it?

After a round of poetry, Chen Siyu couldn't help but look delighted. Chu Qingmeng's pipa was also brought over. Mo Liujin helped her sit a little further away from the table. Chu Qingmeng smiled and explained, "Mother, I apologize for letting you play. The music I usually play isn't suitable for today. I just practiced this piece not long ago. If I don't play it well, please forgive me."

Chen Siyu smiled and agreed, then raised her hand and the tune of "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Coat" slowly flowed from her fingertips. Mo Liuyun raised an eyebrow as he listened. When did Chujiu become so good at playing?

At the end of the song, Chen Siyu smiled and praised, "My son is too modest, but the lingering sound is still lingering in my ears!"

Mo Liujin helped her sit back down at the table. Mo Liuteng joked, "I knew your pipa playing was murderous, but I never thought it could be so tender."

Mo Liuyun was so angry that he laughed. This damn girl! She already knew how to play the piano! So, she did it on purpose in the Eighth Prince's Courtyard! It was simply revenge for him making her wake up early every day!

The so-called love-hate relationship is between Mo Yunting and Chu Qingmeng. Mo Yunting doesn't let Chu Qingmeng sleep in the morning, and Chu Qingmeng doesn't let Mo Yunting sleep at night.

Mo Liuyun's smile made Mo Chenfeng feel baffled, "Shangri-La, what are you laughing at?"

Mo Liuyun shook his head without answering, and raised his wine glass, "Uncle Emperor, Yun Ting toasts to you. Thank you very much."

"Your superiors have no right to do so. This is what I should do." Mo Chenfeng certainly knew why he was thanking him.

Mo Liufang and the others toasted Mo Liuyun again. Chu Qingmeng knew he could hold a lot of alcohol, but was it really okay to drink like this? She glanced sideways at Mo Liujin beside her, who had also drunk quite a bit. Chu Qingmeng felt a little irritated, and she didn't know why. It was just an inexplicable irritation.