Time Travel and Love

Mo Liujin laughed. Everyone else likes to be lively, but she likes quietness.

Chu Qingmeng suddenly turned over and lay flat on the couch, his arms hooked around Mo Liujin's neck, his eyes filled with a wicked smile, "Third brother, I didn't eat enough for dinner..."

The smile on Mo Liujin's lips grew wider, and he looked at her with an evil look in his eyes for a long time before saying, "Would you like to drink some milk? Your husband will feed you."

Chu Qingmeng hadn't expected Mo Liujin to be so reckless all of a sudden. Her face flushed instantly. Yes, she skipped the blushing altogether.

She wasn't capable enough yet she loved to tease him. Mo Liujin opened his thin lips slightly, "Madam, do you still think I'm a teenager?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng withdrew her hand awkwardly. The old man's ability could not be ignored. Given his age, it was no longer the time for her to tease him and blush.

Just as she was thinking, she was suddenly lifted into the air. Immediately afterwards, she felt cold. Mo Liujin took her behind the screen and said, "Wash first. I will make sure to feed my wife well today."

"..." Chu Qingmeng was almost cooked. Why did she say it like she was unsatisfied? She really just wanted to tease him!

The sound of water behind the screen lasted for half an hour before Chu Qingmeng was pulled out of the tub. "The water's cold, let's go back to the couch."

The two men were facing each other, Chu Qingmeng was held in his arms, and her legs were forced to hang around his waist.

"Hold me tight, don't fall." Mo Liujin's low voice sounded in his ears, causing Chu Qingmeng to tremble.

It was only a dozen steps from the screen to the couch. Chu Qingmeng was shivering so much that she almost had no strength to hug his neck. But he deliberately said, "I'm a little thirsty. Have some tea before returning to the couch."

"Third brother...Ajin...I was wrong...forgive me...please..." Chu Qingmeng felt like he was about to turn into a puddle of water, and he didn't have any strength left in his body.

Mo Liujin ran his hands through her hair to protect her head, gently placed her on the couch, and leaned over to kiss her, "Why are you crying so pitifully?"

The moon's hazy veil reflects entwined shadows, while mandarin ducks crow in embrace. Ripples rise from the water, and it's unknown when the sky will turn blue.

It was an unknown time when Chu Qingmeng vaguely felt that someone was carrying her to take a bath, but she still couldn't open her eyes. Finally, after lying in that familiar arms, the only remaining consciousness left her.

Mo Liujin couldn't stand her 'provocation' the most. Although he had been pestering her for most of the night, he was holding back and didn't torture her to death.

Today is the second day of the Chinese New Year, the day when Mo Wushuang returns to her parents' home.

At the end of the morning hour, Chu Qingmeng was still in a coma. Mo Liujin touched his nose awkwardly. What should he do? He still had to go to the palace, but he couldn't wake up the person.

"Master, the eldest master sent someone to ask when we will set off." Leng Feng's voice sounded outside the door.

"..." Mo Liujin rubbed his brows, reflecting on his mistakes. "Let them go first. Say I have some unfinished business here and will be back later. Send someone to the palace to apologize for my crime."

At the exact time of Si, Mo Liujin had to try to wake up Chu Qingmeng again, "Qingmeng, Qingmeng, wake up, okay? Chujiu, good Chujiu, wake up..."

Chu Qingmeng slept so soundly that she only groaned twice before falling asleep again. Mo Liujin had no choice but to have someone boil the medicine that Quan Si had prescribed before and force-feed it to her. He told Chunhe to take good care of her and to send someone to find him if anything happened, and then left for the palace.

When they arrived at the palace, Mo Wushuang and He Qi had already arrived with the children.

"Third brother, where is my third sister-in-law?" As soon as he entered the main hall, Mo Wushuang looked behind Mo Liujin for someone.

Although Mo Wushuang had also moved back to the capital, Chu Qingmeng was in poor health and needed to deal with the files on the fifth floor. Mo Liujin rejected all the invitations that came to his door. Only Mu Lingxue never sent invitations and always walked in directly. If she sent an invitation, she would never be able to see Chu Qingmeng.

Mo Liujin's expression remained normal, and he spoke in a calm voice, "She's feeling a little unwell and can't come."

Hearing that Chu Qingmeng was feeling unwell, Chen Siyu asked, "What's wrong with my son? Did he catch a cold from the cold yesterday?"

"Mother, don't worry. Qingmeng is just weak. She has taken medicine and is fine." Mo Liujin now only regretted his "crime" last night. Her crying and begging for mercy was too tempting. He had been a vegetarian for more than 20 years and sometimes he just couldn't control himself.

Looking at Mo Liujin sitting calmly in the hall, Mo Wushuang asked him with some resentment, "Third brother, did you reject the invitations I sent? After more than a dozen invitations, couldn't you just let me see my sister Qingmeng?!"

"She is sick nine out of ten days a week. If she agrees to your invitation and gives you her sickness, she will be so angry that she will die." Mo Liujin lied without any flaws.

Only Mu Lingxue twitched her lips. "Brother, why don't you cover the scratch behind your ear first?" "Is Qing Meng not weak? Or simply exhausted?" "Never mind, I'll go see her later."

In the Prince's Mansion, Mo Liujin kept trying to justify himself. In the General's Mansion, Feiying looked at Jingming with a bit of a headache, "The master hasn't woken up yet. It's probably difficult for His Majesty to arrange a small gathering at noon. How about you go back to His Majesty and arrange a time after the master wakes up?"

Jingming: “…”

Listen, is this human language? Let the emperor wait, and then let him go back.