Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng read the entire letter and raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly speechless. Then a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Oh, Eleven is even worse! Old Five is going to be in trouble! I've let you guys team up! This time, Eleven will let you know what friendship means. The boat can capsize at any time."

Hearing Mo Liujin's footsteps approaching the main house, Shuang Cheng winked at Chu Qingmeng and took the letter away. Chu Qingmeng once again returned to his idiotic appearance, tearing the paper in his hand into strips.

Mo Liujin walked in and saw Chu Qingmeng still tearing paper by herself. He sighed, sat down next to her and started to handle official business.

At night, the Seventeenth Prince's Palace.

Seventeen thought he'd learned his lesson this time. He'd finally come up with this plan. As long as he could alienate the two of them, An Ning would stop giving Mo Liujin advice, and they'd be more relaxed. Then they could just find a way to kill An Ning. Since they couldn't win her over, forget it.

Looking at the smug Seventeen, Sixteen's eyes flashed with mockery. They were truly pathetic and foolish. Could such a trick fool them? Forget it, he was too lazy to get involved with them. He should just plan his own affairs!

"After all, these are just trivial matters for students. Can they really work?" The three kings had a hint of distrust about this.

"As long as the students start a riot, that will work." The Five Kings were quite naive. "If there's a riot, we can make a fuss about it during the Tribute to All Nations."

The group was so engrossed in their discussion that no one noticed a figure flashing past under the eaves.

At the beginning of the morning, Mo Liujin got up as usual to accompany his two sons to practice shooting. Although Wen Zhong had returned, he still asked for leave from him, saying that he had been busy recently and could not come for the time being, so he returned to his previous life.

Today, Chu Qingmeng woke up with him, her little hands wrapped around his chest, insisting he wouldn't get up. Mo Liujin was amused, and after coaxing her for a long time, he finally let her go. After he finished cleaning up, he saw Chu Qingmeng also got off the ground. He reluctantly cleaned up for her as well, and then took her to the yard.

But it was already a quarter past five in the morning, and only Mo Jiangqing was waiting in the yard. Mo Liujin frowned but didn't say anything. After all, they were adults, and he couldn't keep them detained forever.

The father and son fought back and forth. Chu Qingmeng sat aside and watched them. She couldn't pretend anymore. After all, this was her favorite martial arts drama. Her eyes lit up instantly.

Mo Jiangqing glanced at Chu Qingmeng and was surprised for a moment, but he didn't stop his movements. When he got close to Mo Liujin, he whispered, "Father, don't stop. Mother seems to be sobering up a little."

Mo Liujin glanced at Chu Qingmeng while switching hands. Sure enough, Qingmeng's eyes were fixed on them. Then continue!

Shuang Cheng stood in the corridor, staring intently at Chu Qingmeng. He didn't know how to report it. More precisely, he didn't know whether he should report it to Chu Qingmeng. As he was hesitating, Mo Jiangche hurried over. He was clearly exhausted from a night of hard work, and the dark circles under his eyes couldn't be concealed.

The father and son stopped to rest for a while. Chu Qingmeng's expression suddenly turned unhappy. Mo Liujin laughed. She hadn't changed at all. He took the tea from Leng Feng's hand and fed it to Chu Qingmeng. After she drank it, he drank it himself.

Mo Jiangche hurried back and stood in front of Mo Liujin to apologize, "Greetings, father and mother. Father, I am late, please forgive me."

A strong smell of powder and alcohol washed over the two of them. Mo Liujin looked up at him, knowing exactly where he had gone, but there was nothing he could do. He simply hummed and ignored him. He squatted down, stroked Chu Qingmeng's hair, and whispered, "Madam, do you like it?"

Chu Qingmeng subconsciously turned his head away and frowned when he smelled the pungent smell. Seeing Chu Qingmeng's frown, Mo Liujin stood up, glanced at Mo Jiangche, and said coldly, "Go clean up and come out again."

Mo Jiangche was embarrassed for a moment, lowered his head, and quickly left to pack up. As he left, Chu Qingmeng turned to look at Shuang Cheng, who nodded with an embarrassed look on his face. She quickly turned back and closed her eyes. What the hell had she given birth to?! She was lucky enough to tolerate him having concubines and maids, but he was still going to a brothel?! She wanted to beat him to death!

She was quietly trying to calm down her anger, but when she saw that Mo Jiangche's gunshot wasn't as powerful as it was a few days ago, she couldn't hold it back anymore. She stood up silently and walked towards Shuang Cheng, Fei Ying, and Leng Feng, saying softly, "Shuang Cheng, Fei Ying, Leng Feng, clear the area. No one is allowed to stay."

Feiying Lengfeng looked at the lucid Chu Qingmeng in astonishment. He was about to say something, but Shuangcheng grabbed their shoulders and pulled them away. In just a few breaths, the shadow guards cleared everyone in the courtyard and stationed themselves at the outermost edge.

He walked over to the fighting father and son, picked up a nearby soft stick, and struck Mo Jiangche. The father and son were startled and quickly retracted their guns. Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng in astonishment, but saw that her eyes were clear now. Where was that stupid look?!

"Mother?! Ah!" Mo Jiangche put away his gun for fear of hurting her and didn't dare to move, but she unexpectedly hit him on the ear with a stick.