Time Travel and Love

Seeing that she still looked idiotic, Mo Liujin's eyes were filled with nothing but discomfort, and he hugged her back into his arms.

But Chu Qingmeng ignored him completely. She was just held in his arms and couldn't move. She simply closed her eyes and relaxed her body. Anyway, he wouldn't let her fall.

"You're playing tricks again." Mo Liujin noticed that she had relaxed her body, feeling helpless, but he had no choice. He turned over and placed himself under her, then fell on the bed with her in his arms, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Although Chu Qingmeng was stupid, she was smart. She listened to everything he said, closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, Mo Liujin went to court. Chunhe was already waiting by the bedside. Seeing Chu Qingmeng wake up, she hurried forward and said, "Miss, you are awake. Do you want to get up?"

Chu Qingmeng watched Chunhe for a moment, then silently tucked herself back into the covers. Seeing this, Chunhe remained silent; her daughter loved to stay in bed. But it was only a quarter of an hour before Chu Qingmeng sat up, seemed lost for a moment, and then walked straight out to the hall. Chunhe hurriedly stopped her and helped her change clothes. After washing up, Chu Qingmeng didn't leave again. Instead, she sat down at her desk and began to scribble on paper.

Shuang Cheng brought the porridge into the house, while Chun He left to prepare the medicine. Looking at Chu Qingmeng, who was busy drawing talismans, Shuang Cheng sighed, took out the elixir, handed it to Chu Qingmeng, and whispered, "Master, Quan Si will come over to give you acupuncture later. Princess Sinong is probably suffering from a heart condition. Quan Si's treatments have not been very effective these past few days."

Chu Qingmeng took the pill and ate it without looking up, continuing her scribbling. After a moment, she turned around and left silently. As she was leaving, Mo Liujin returned, looked at the porridge on the table, picked it up, and fed it to Chu Qingmeng mouthful by mouthful.

"Qing Meng, what are you writing?" Although he knew there would be no response, Mo Liujin still couldn't help but ask. He was expecting that a certain sentence might get a response.

After breakfast, Mo Liujin took Chu Qingmeng to the meeting room in the front yard, but this time she refused to go into the house no matter what. She squatted in the corner watching the ants crawling around. Mo Liujin had no choice but to let Leng Feng Feiying watch her. He went into the meeting room and opened the window, just in time to see her squatting in the corner.

Eleven, who had just received the spy's information, was drinking tea when he heard it. He crushed the teacup in his hand. Seeing his master's sudden change of expression, the spy who was reporting back from below trembled inwardly.

"Master. Letter from the fifth floor." Jing Yan arrived just in time and rescued the frightened spy.

Eleven's hands were shaking so much that he had to tear the envelope twice before it was finally opened. Jing Yan was a little surprised. His master had never lost his composure like this before. After reading the letter, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Tea."

I took the tea handed to me by the servant and took a sip to calm myself down.

Jing Yan looked at the letter paper full of scribbles and felt a little confused. Did the master understand it?

Mu Lingxue, who had also received the letter, twitched her lips as she looked at the English text. What a bastard! He made her worry! She'd been so anxious these past few days that she couldn't eat or sleep! Was she supposed to be 'walking the dog'? She'd wait until this was over and see how she dealt with her!

Chu Qingmeng, who had been squatting in the corner watching the ants, now found a small branch and drew circles around them. He was so happy that he knelt on the ground. This startled Chunhe, who hurriedly stopped him, "My girl, you can't do that. The ground is cold..."

But no matter what he did, he couldn't pull up Chu Qingmeng, who was determined to kneel on the ground. Mo Liujin glanced at him and walked out of the meeting room. He picked up Chu Qingmeng and said, "Qingmeng, the ground is cold. Don't hurt your knees."

But Chu Qingmeng refused to do so. She struggled to break free from Mo Liujin's arms and knelt on the ground again. Finally, Feiying brought a soft cushion for her to lie on the ground, allowing her to continue playing with ants.

Mo Liujin frowned and closed his eyes, looking at her for a moment before returning to the meeting room feeling somewhat lost. How could he possibly wake her up?

After playing with ants for a while, Chu Qingmeng suddenly looked up at Feiying. Feiying was puzzled by her look and tried to ask her, "Master, what do you want?"

But the only answer he got was Chu Qingmeng's innocent look. After guessing for a long time, Feiying tentatively took out the hawthorn pill and asked, "Master, do you want this?"

Chu Qingmeng nodded, and Chunhe's face lit up with joy. The girl knew what she wanted. But she still overestimated Chu Qingmeng's current state. She took the hawthorn pill and threw it into her mouth. Chunhe was startled and took it out of Chu Qingmeng's mouth, unwrapped the outer paper and gave it to her, "Girl, you have to unwrap it before you can eat it."

But Chu Qingmeng just tilted his head and looked at Chunhe in confusion. In the end, he only heard Chunhe sigh.

The students' riot came very quickly. After Eleven received her letter, he started to order people to deal with it, but he was one step too late. The students had already started to protest at the government office.

Mo Jiangqing had just returned from dealing with the Qianji Pavilion when he saw Chu Qingmeng kneeling on the ground playing with ants. He hurried forward and tried to help Chu Qingmeng up, "Mother, why are you kneeling on the ground? Hurry and get up."

But Chu Qingmeng refused to do so. She broke free from his hand and insisted on playing with the ants. Mo Jiangqing was heartbroken. His mother was such a smart woman, why? He felt so uncomfortable that he choked up a bit when he spoke, "Mother... I don't want to play anymore... Please get up..."