Time Travel and Love

"No." Chu Qingmeng yawned, his eyes half-drowsy. "Quan Si said I lack exercise. From today on, I'm going to start exercising. At least I won't feel so tired even when I walk out of the yard."

"Train...train?" Feiying looked at Feiling beside him in disbelief. Feiling also looked shocked. How could these two words sound so unbelievable when spoken by the master?

Not caring about what they thought, Chu Qingmeng started running. After running around the yard twice, she was out of breath. Mo Liujin put away his gun and looked at her with great amusement, "Madam, what are you going to do?"

"Exercise, your body, can't you see it?" She gasped uncomfortably after hearing this sentence.

Mo Liujin said with a mixture of laughter and tears while helping her calm down, "Madam, you call this exercising? You're already so tired after just two laps. Madam, you'd better not practice anymore."

"I have to at least recover to the point where I can walk out of the yard in one breath. I really don't want to have to rest several times just to walk from the main yard to the gate." Chu Qingmeng picked up the tea bowl on the table and was about to drink, but was stopped by Mo Liujin.

"Don't drink it. It'll give you a stitch in the side and make you feel uncomfortable later."

Chu Qingmeng took a deep breath and started running again. Mo Liujin looked at her helplessly. It was time to practice, otherwise her health would only get worse. After running three laps with gritted teeth, Chu Qingmeng's legs began to shake. They felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't lift them up, but they kept shaking.

Finally, just before she tripped herself, Mo Liujin supported her and let her lean on his arm to catch her breath. "Madam, you should practice walking more. You are really not suitable for such strenuous exercise."

"Yes, it makes sense." Chu Qingmeng felt that he was about to see Master Xie Qi, dressed in white and holding a mourning stick.

The next day, at the beginning of the morning hour, Chu Qing woke up. Mo Liujin rubbed his head, feeling a little sleepy. He had massaged her legs for half the night before, which finally made her feel less uncomfortable. Today, she actually got up again. "Madam, are you going to run again today?"

"I'm not running anymore. If I keep running, I'll have tea with Meng Po." Chu Qingmeng finally figured it out. For exercise, boxing is fine, so why must I run? Whatever I practice doesn't matter.

"Meng Po?" Mo Liujin was curious for a moment, but his face darkened when he heard her explanation. "Don't always talk about this kind of thing!"

"Alright, alright, I'm wrong, alright?" After changing clothes, she went to the yard with Mo Liujin. Watching the three of them practicing their guns, Chu Qingmeng began practicing her 'boxing', which made the three of them, who were taking a break, laugh and cry.

"Mother, are you practicing boxing?" Mo Jiangche was always the first one who couldn't help but smile.

"..." Chu Qingmeng rolled his eyes at him and continued to practice Tai Chi slowly, his punches soft and weak.

"Madam, this way of exercising is very suitable for you." Mo Liujin couldn't help laughing out loud. That's right, she is not suitable for running.

"Hmph. What do you know? Tai Chi is all about using softness to overcome hardness. Slowness is normal." Chu Qingmeng didn't stop her movements, but she retorted. She wasn't a Tai Chi practitioner, it was just that the slow movements suited her.

"Use softness to overcome hardness?" Mo Jiangqing watched for a long time but couldn't figure out how this slow movement could be used to overcome hardness. Finally, he teased Chu Qingmeng with a smile, "Isn't mother's boxing style really enough to restrain the three of us, father and son?"

Well, the three of them could only stand there and take the beating. The blows on their bodies were probably not as strong as a cat pounce from Ze Xun.

"..." Who are you looking down on?! He glared at Mo Jiangqing fiercely and turned back to practice. The three of them had laughed enough before Chu Qingmeng picked up his gun and started fighting again.

By noon, Chu Qingmeng was already sweating profusely. He asked someone to prepare some water and went back to the house to take a shower before having breakfast.

Mo Liujin followed in and originally wanted to change his clothes and leave, but after thinking about it, he decided to go behind the screen and said, "Madam, please allow your husband to come with you."

“…” After warning him not to do anything rash, he allowed him to take a bath together.

He entered the bathtub and took Chu Qingmeng into his arms, gently splashing water on her shoulders, "To hold a soft jade in your arms is a beautiful thing in the world."

Chu Qingmeng, who was leaning on Mo Liujin's shoulder, laughed and stood up to kiss him. "Ah Jin left a sentence, soft jade in my arms, warm fragrance filling my teeth, this is right."

"Madam, you are right. However, you should complete this sentence tonight." Mo Liujin's eyes darkened slightly, and he held her head with one hand and kissed her deeply again. He was satisfied when he heard her panting on his shoulder. He put his arm around her waist and let her feel the heat somewhere on his body. Then he said, "Madam, were the people you sent to the army these days arranged by you?"

"That should be the case. I haven't been in the mood to take care of these things recently, so I let Wen Zhong do it."

"Yes. Madam, remember to give me a list to avoid accidental injury." He took Chu Qingmeng's hand and gently kissed her palm, her sweet and soft little hand.

"Have you figured out what to do, Jin?"

"Give someone a taste of their own medicine. What do you think, Madam?"

Chu Qingmeng sensed something was amiss. "What? Wait, who do you think is the mastermind behind this?"