Time Travel and Love

From the moment Jing Ming appeared, Mo Jiangli's eyes were already shaking. This was the most skilled martial artist by my father's side, someone who had been with him for twenty years. How could he be by my mother's side?! He was calling her "master"? And there were memorials from the cabinet?! What was going on?!

A memorial?! Mo Jiangheng was trying his best to conceal his expression, letting the clan mother see how he would handle it?! Was the clan mother so familiar with the superior?! He could even safely hand over the memorial to the clan mother?!

Mo Jiangche was also stunned for a moment. He showed the memorial to his mother?! What did this mean?!

Chun He stepped forward to take the letter and handed it to Chu Qingmeng. Chu Qingmeng flipped through it expressionlessly, "Fei Ying."

"Master." Feiying came in and knelt on one knee beside Jingming.

"Call Xinglong here and punish Jingming with twenty lashes." After reading the memorial, he gave the order with a cold face.

Feiying glanced at Jingming and withdrew. Jingming felt a little wronged, since the Eleventh Master was so anxious to get it. However, he was indeed rude to barge into the main hall. He stood up and followed Feiying out to receive his punishment.

Mo Jiangli lowered his eyes. His mother actually had the right to punish his father's guards at will. The unrest in his heart grew stronger.

After a while, the sounds of the executioners in the courtyard stopped. Xinglong reported through the door of the main hall, "Princess, I have completed the execution."

"Well. Please step back." Chu Qingmeng responded in a flat voice.

Jing Ming entered the hall and bowed, "Master, I know I was wrong."

He handed the memorial back to Jingming and said, "Tell Eleven I understand. Let me think about it."

"Yes." Jingming took the order and left.

Chu Qingmeng calmly drank a sip of tea and calmed himself down. "Want to go out for a walk? I heard that diplomatic missions from various countries have arrived in Beijing, and many caravans from various countries have also come with them. I want to go out and see if there are any new things. If you feel bored, you don't have to follow me."

Mo Jiangheng smiled softly, "Are you planning to get rid of your son?"

"No. Che'er can't be shaken off anyway. Is there any difference between taking one person out and taking three?" Chu Qingmeng shook his head. "I think most men hate shopping, right? I respect your opinion."

Mo Jiangli came back to his senses and looked at Chu Qingmeng and said with a smile, "If mother doesn't mind, then your son will go out with her."

"..." It's just a dog-skin plaster. Never mind. I can't get rid of my own sheep anyway. It doesn't matter if I raise one sheep or drive three. "Feiying, prepare... the horse."

I originally wanted to prepare a car, but forget it. With these three people in the car, she would have to sit upright, so it would be better to ride a horse.

"Uncle Ying, prepare the carriage, not the horse." Turning back to see Chu Qingmeng looking at him with disdain, Mo Jiangche didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Mother, given your physical condition, you will be too sleepy to open your eyes before you can make it back. Your son can't ride with you. If I ride, I'm afraid you'll fall."

"..." Very good. When Mo Jiangche got serious, he was a carbon copy of Mo Liujin. Chu Qingmeng briefly reflected on himself. Mo Liujin wasn't interested in women, but Mo Jiangche was. So, really? Was Mo Jiangche like her? It's just that she had the desire but not the courage, but Mo Jiangche was a man, so he had both the desire and the courage? Thinking of this, Chu Qingmeng couldn't help but laugh. As expected, heredity can sometimes be a recipe for disaster.

The group boarded the carriage and headed for the capital's busiest and most prosperous streets. After the previous incident, Mo Jiangli and Mo Jiangheng had tacitly agreed not to change into ordinary silk clothing, instead wearing their usual brocade. Even Mo Jiangche had deliberately not changed, apparently sharing the same intention.

Chu Qingmeng paid no attention to any of this, simply disembarking from the carriage and strolling about. She wore only a veil to enhance her visibility. Indeed, the nations of the world were flocking to the exhibition, and the variety of specialty goods from each country was simply dazzling.

After a short while of shopping, the servants' hands were almost full. Mo Jiangche twitched his lips and tried to stop Chu Qingmeng, "Mother, can we not buy anything? The servants can't carry it anymore."

"Aren't you three still here?" Chu Qing Mengchun just wanted to annoy the three of them by making them wander around so that they could find an excuse to leave.

As expected of his biological son, Mo Jiangche understood Chu Qingmeng better than the other two. "Mother, please don't bother. I've walked much more ground when I was patrolling the camp. Besides, my two brothers and I have internal energy and can perform Qinggong. Who do you think will get tired first, you or me?"

“…” I can’t see Nineteen with them! ! ! He gave up struggling and walked straight towards the carriage.

The three followed closely behind, and Mo Jiangheng teased Chu Qingmeng, "Madam, you can go back for a walk. Your son can still walk."

"..."

Mo Jiangli laughed, realizing that Chu Qingmeng was about to piss him off to death. However, Jiang Che was right, his mother was kind-hearted and really couldn't be left alone.