Time Travel and Love

Chapter 480 When did we become so familiar?

After the morning court session the next day, Mo Liuyuan asked the head of the Imperial Hospital to go and treat Concubine Liu.

When Jing Yan came to report to Mo Liuyun, a sneer flashed across his face for a moment, then he returned to normal. "Ask the Princess and Ling Xian if they have time to sit around the fire and make tea tomorrow. I've booked a pleasure boat and invited them to come with me."

Jing Yan took the order and withdrew.

At this moment, Chu Qingmeng was holding the file presented by Shuang Cheng, frowning, "Is Twelve impatient? Such a risky move is not like his style."

"Seventeen is completely useless. Fifteen is useless too, and this time he only has sixteen left. He is probably afraid that sixteen will be useless too." Shuang Cheng replied respectfully.

"What's the situation with the Emperor of Dongyue?" Chu Qingmeng closed the file and put it aside.

"Outwardly strong, but weak inside. Another month at best."

"Well. Let Nineteen be more efficient. That old man won't get in the way."

"Yes." Shuang Cheng retreated for a while and then returned, "Master, Eleven invites the old host to go to the painted boat with you to sit around the fire and make tea."

"..." Chu Qingmeng laughed speechlessly, "What did father say?"

"The old landlord agreed."

"Well, let's go together." Chu Qingmeng also agreed. Anyway, she had to go to Mo Liuyun to talk about Twelve's matter.

At night, Mo Liujin came back. This time he warmed himself up before quietly lying down on the kang. Chu Qingmeng was not awakened by him.

It wasn't until the next morning that Chu Qingmeng realized he had returned. "You're back? Is Auntie feeling better?"

"I'm feeling better now. I've taken the medicine and haven't had any relapses yet." Mo Liujin held her in his arms. "Qingmeng, please don't be angry if I haven't been able to spend more time with you these days."

"……"ill.

Chu Qingmeng was speechless for a moment. Now that the room was warm, she didn't have to grit her teeth every time she got up. "I'm going out to see Eleven today."

"Well, go ahead. Wear more clothes and don't catch a cold. Your body can't stand the cold." Mo Liujin, knowing the truth, stopped being jealous. "I'm afraid I still have to go to the farm today."

Chu Qingmeng nodded and opened the closet to look for clothes.

At Si time, the pleasure boat in the south of the city.

Mo Yunting sat at the round table, stirring the charcoal fire in the boiler with an iron rod. Ling Xian, dressed in a long, shimmering blue robe, slowly stepped into the flower hall of the pleasure boat.

"Xingjian." Mo Yunting greeted him and motioned him to sit down.

"You are free today." Ling Xian sat aside and straightened his clothes.

? ?

Chu Qingmeng, standing at the door, was full of questions. Hadn't they only met once? When did they become so familiar with each other?!

"What are you doing standing there? Aren't you cold?" Ling Xian's gentle voice rang out.

Chu Qingmeng hurried into the flower hall. Shuang Cheng and the others outside the room stood farther away so that he could not hear their conversation.

"Father, Daddy." Ling Xianzai, it would be bad to call him that alone, so he might as well change his words.

Mo Yunting raised an eyebrow and looked at her, but he was talking to Ling Xian, "Since you came back, I've been able to hear you call me daddy more often."

Chu Qingmeng: "..."

Ling Xian just smiled and didn't respond. He raised his hand to stop Chu Qingmeng from taking off her mink cloak, and put the hot water bottle in her hand. "It's not warm in the room, put it on."

Chu Qingmeng was speechless again as she looked at the clothes on the two people. One of them was not afraid of the cold because of his inner strength, and the other was not afraid of the cold because of his magic power. But she was wrapped up like a dumpling and shivered with cold!

She silently hugged the hot water bottle in her hand and complained, "Why am I the only one who is afraid of the cold?"

Mo Yunting picked up the boiled tea and poured some into Chu Qingmeng's tea bowl. "Drink some hot tea to warm yourself up. You have no internal energy and your health has always been poor, so you are naturally afraid of the cold. It was my fault this time. Choose a warmer place next time."

The three of them chatted for a while, and Chu Qingmeng put the oranges on the stove to roast. "By the way, yesterday the spies reported that Twelve and Sixteen have already discussed that after the flood in Qingzhou, there was a plague. They had people collect some of the things used by the infected people and plan to sneak them into the army. They hope to use them to wear down the army outside the city so that Sixteen won't have to deal with the army outside the city when he forces the emperor to abdicate. At that time, Twelve will persuade the Emperor of Dongyue to send troops to the border at the same time."

"Haha, cruel enough. Also, stupid enough." A sneer flashed across Mo Yunting's lips.

Chu Qingmeng shook his head, put down the tea bowl and spoke again, "The drunkard's intention is not to drink. The Twelve Maps are not about the throne."

Mo Yunting flipped the orange over and asked, "Does he want Dayu to fall apart?"

"Yes. The nail beside him said that it was to avenge his mother and sister. He didn't elaborate on the specifics. You should know, right?"

Mo Yunting nodded, "Yeah, I know a little bit."

The palace is a place where people are eaten alive, and those who can survive have their own means.

Ling Xian didn't interrupt them, but listened to them quietly. He just took a few peanuts from the oven and peeled them.

"But he won't succeed." Chu Qingmeng took the peanuts that Ling Xian had peeled and grinned, "I'm ready to replace the Emperor of Dongyue."

"That Qi Xiuheng?"

"Hmm." Chu Qingmeng propped up his chin and looked at Mo Yunting, "Twelve still has 50,000 private soldiers. Do you dare to have a big bet with me?"