Time Travel and Love

Chapter 545 Sunbathing

Chu Qingmeng didn't care what he thought, he just went downstairs to get dressed and wash up.

Mo Liujin held her arm and asked her to step over him carefully, then he quickly stood up and helped her put on her clothes.

When taking clothes from the closet, Chu Qingmeng saw her light armor and was slightly stunned. She still had an important thing to do.

She took out a random piece of clothing and closed the closet door. After she had packed, she called Chunhe to come and do her makeup. She put on her cloak and hood, then lay down on the rocking chair in the yard, hugging the stove. Chunhe helped her tighten her cloak.

She just swayed and basked in the sun with her eyes closed.

The spring wind is still very cold.

Unfortunately, she couldn't feel it.

After taking the medicine yesterday, she no longer shivered from the cold, but she also lost the ability to sense temperature.

Now, she just feels that the feeling of being wrapped tightly like this is very comfortable.

Mo Liujin sat beside her and looked at her. She looked like she had fallen asleep again.

Mu Lingxue arrived. Mo Liuyuan followed her with a dark face.

"Chu Qingmeng. I'm going back to my hometown for a while. Do you want to go with me?" Mu Lingxue still remembered Chu Qingmeng's words when he asked her to call her back to the village.

"What's the hurry? Stay with me and lie down for a while." Chu Qingmeng didn't even open his eyes.

Mu Lingxue rolled her eyes at her, then followed her example, changing into a mink cloak with a hood and lying in the rocking chair. "Mm, it was comfortable," she said, closing her eyes and not saying anything more.

The two brothers looked at the two women lying in the rocking chairs with different expressions.

Mo Yunting couldn't sleep well last night. As soon as he fell asleep, Chu Qingmeng appeared in his dream with an arrow piercing his heart.

Yesterday he went to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and asked the servant at the gate to pass a note to Ling Xian.

But when Ling Xian saw him, he only said, "It's fate, I've done my best. I can't interfere with the karma of this world."

With his last hope gone, he returned to the palace in despair and asked Jing Yan to investigate the assassins. At the same time, he ordered a thorough investigation of the Liu family.

The next morning, the thorough investigation into the Liu family was complete. Mo Yunting looked at the item handed to him and sneered. Song Lian, Song Wanwan's father, was the newly appointed prefect of Shengjing.

How dare a concubine's daughter of a sixth-rank official cause trouble for Chujiu? No rush, I'll take my time to deal with the Song family.

Liu Cheng, Liu Qingqing's father, is a businessman.

Very good. I didn't have time to deal with these small fish and shrimps, so I let them run wild. Now, let's settle all the new and old grudges together.

Chu Qingmeng and Mu Lingxue basked in the sun for an hour.

Mu Lingxue also seemed to calm down.

Qiushou and Chunhe looked at each other, with deep worry in their eyes.

Finally, Chunhe stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, "My two masters, it's time for lunch. Please go to the dining hall and have your meal."

"Are you hungry?" Chu Qingmeng still had his eyes closed.

"I'm not hungry." Mu Lingxue was full of anger, how could she be hungry?

"Fei Ling, go buy two cups of Zhuzhu milk tea with grass jelly and half sugar." Chu Qingmeng called out.

Fei Ling responded and turned to leave.

"Qingmeng, go eat something. You haven't eaten since you got up this morning. If you don't eat lunch, you'll feel uncomfortable again." Mo Liujin squatted beside the rocking chair and persuaded him gently.

Chu Qingmeng seemed to be asleep again, his expression peaceful.

Mo Liuyuan said nothing, and asked Leng Lie to bring the food. If he doesn't want to eat, I'll feed him. If he doesn't open his mouth, I'll force him to eat. What's there to persuade him?!

He dared to force it, but Mo Liujin didn't dare. If Chu Qingmeng was forced to eat a few more bites, she would probably vomit out yesterday's meal.

Sure enough, his brother was tough enough and directly picked up Mu Lingxue and carried her into the room.

Fei Ling came back. Mo Liujin took the milk tea, inserted the thin bamboo stick into the bamboo tube, and handed it to Chu Qingmeng's lips, "Qingmeng, drink it."

Chu Qingmeng opened his eyes, took the bamboo tube and drank from it, with Mu Lingxue's curses floating in his ears from time to time.

She finished her cup of milk tea, but Mu Lingxue still hadn't come out. Mo Liujin opened the second cup and decided to have a snack instead of a meal.

Chu Qingmeng drank two sips and couldn't drink any more. He put the bamboo tube into his hand and asked, "Want to drink?"

"Drink." Mo Liujin smiled. Surprisingly, this thing tasted pretty good.

"Go and have dinner." Chu Qingmeng looked at him and spoke.

Mo Liujin shook his head and put the empty bamboo tube aside, "I'll accompany you."

Chu Qingmeng didn't say anything and closed his eyes again.

At the beginning of the afternoon, Song Wanwan and Liu Die arrived.

Mo Liujin's expression turned cold. "Aunt, the people have already entered the house. It's time for you to go home."

"Liu Jin, shouldn't you take the documents for taking a concubine to the government office? I can take them to your mother."

"Aunt, you don't have to report to my mother. Father has had the manor locked up, and we can't get in. I'll send someone to take you home."

Liu Die was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly, "It's okay. Even if I don't report to your mother, I still want to give this document back to your uncle."

"The documents will be delivered to you tomorrow. Leng Feng, have someone take my aunt home."

"I'm not in a hurry. I'll get the documents tomorrow and then leave. Why make someone make another trip?" Liu Die was afraid that Mo Liujin would not admit it. After all... she would only feel at ease after getting the documents and passing the government. "Besides, you haven't arranged where Wanwan will live yet."

Mo Liujin frowned, an unhappy expression appearing on his face, "Didn't the housekeeper make arrangements yesterday?"