Time Travel and Love

Chapter 490 Your brother doesn’t like to talk about chapters

"Does he think I'm not dying soon enough?" Chu Qingmeng looked at the imperial edict, every word demanding she take charge of government affairs, and the tokens of the various military departments in her hand, and laughed angrily. Didn't he know that his ministers hated women interfering in government the most? Moreover, she wasn't of royal blood. Forget about the others, Mo Chenfeng would be the first to suspect she was plotting to usurp the throne.

"Master Eleven said that with the Fifth Floor and the Thousand Machines Pavilion's control over the imperial court, he trusts you. He told his subordinates to tell you that without entering the tiger's den, you can't get the tiger cub. Although this move is risky, the chances of success are high. Please be patient."

"..." Chu Qingmeng felt a slight headache. "Tell him this isn't feasible. Let Chong Si do it for him. He can just hide in the dark and watch. There's really no need to put himself in danger. Besides, Sixteen, that clueless guy, would never come up with such a roundabout way. There must be someone else behind this. Send someone to investigate, and also check the recent movements of the Third and Fifth Kings. Seventeen should act quickly if he needs to."

"Yes. I'll take my leave." Wu Qing accepted the order and withdrew, taking the imperial edict and a number of tokens away.

"Master." The water bag that Shuangcheng handed over was filled with hot milk soaked with wolfberries and red dates.

"Hmm?" Chu Qingmeng was confused for a moment.

"The master said that your Yang Qi is deficient, your heart blood is depleted, and you can't sleep well at night. Letting you sleep alone will help."

"..." Chu Qingmeng's face flushed red, and she glanced guiltily in Ling Xian's direction.

I want to die!!

Ling Xian glanced at her indifferently, stared at the water bag in her hand for a moment, then looked away and continued reading.

“…” She drank. She drank honestly.

Sleep alone. I will sleep alone when I return home tonight.

Chu Qingmeng turned her back awkwardly to drink milk, but a sharp sword flew straight towards her.

No one noticed Chu Qingmeng standing there. Ling Xian, with the book in his hand, flew over the crowd and threw it at the arrow. Shuang Cheng also threw his dart at the same time. The arrow deviated from its original trajectory and hit the pillar next to Chu Qingmeng.

"Qingmeng!" When Ling Xian's book flew over everyone's heads, Mo Liujin realized that Chu Qingmeng was standing there and quickly flew over.

"Mother!"

"My son!"

"Qing Meng!"

"Huh?" Chu Qingmeng was just turning her head when the arrow hit the pillar with a buzzing sound, causing her to shrink subconsciously.

"Are you hurt?! Are you hurt?!" Mo Liujin was frightened and pulled Chu Qingmeng to check.

"..." Which naughty kid did this? !

Chu Qingmeng broke free from his arms and said, "I'm fine. There are so many people here...please be more restrained."

Seeing that she was really fine, Mo Liujin finally felt relieved. Qi Yu had already walked in front of Chu Qingmeng, picked up the book on the ground, and handed it back to Ling Xian.

Ling Xian breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

Jiang Tao was terrified. He had aimed his arrow at a pigeon, but he hadn't expected the pigeon to dodge and then shoot at Third Aunt. Everyone in the palace knew that Third Uncle loved Third Aunt the most and wished he could hold her in his palm all day long. If this hurt Third Aunt...

"Third Aunt, I'm wrong. Please punish me!" Jiang Tao dismounted and hurried over to admit his fault. Mo Liufang's face was as dark as it could be. He really wanted to slap his stupid son. He couldn't even shoot an arrow?!

"Brother Xingjian, thank you very much." Mo Liujin thanked Ling Xian for some reason, but there was no gratitude in his tone.

Ling Xian raised his eyes to look at him, his voice still cold and distant, "No need."

"..." Why does it feel like the atmosphere is particularly weird? Chu Qingmeng twitched his mouth, "It's okay, it's just an accident, you guys can continue."

When everyone saw that she was really fine, they returned to the shooting range and continued.

"Brother Xingjian's kung fu is quite good." Mo Liuteng was a brainless person, saying whatever came to his mind. "To be able to hit that arrow at this distance is quite impressive."

Mo Liujin lowered his eyes slightly. He was not stupid. At this distance, he should have been paying attention to Qing Meng. Otherwise, how could he react so quickly?

“…Thank you.”

"Second brother... are you good at martial arts?" Ling Xiao asked the question that was in the heart of the old Duke Ling Feng, because after that amazing move, he felt that he might not be able to do it.

"Yeah." Ling Xian closed his eyes, his tone as cold as ever.

Only then did Ling Feng realize that he truly didn't understand his son. He was clearly skilled in martial arts, his internal energy so high that no one could detect it, yet he always acted like a sickly scholar. Although he knew he was indeed in poor health, he still felt uncomfortable having it hidden from him.

"Zihe, your second son's kung fu is pretty good!" Shen Jingde said with a smile.

Ling Feng's face was filled with helplessness. "Over the past few decades, every time he came home, he would stay for a few days before returning to the mountains. In the mansion, he would just chat with me and his mother, or read a book and drink tea. I didn't even know he knew martial arts until now."

"You're already this old, you should have your own ideas. It's right not to show off." Mo Chenfeng patted Ling Feng's shoulder and comforted him.

"Ling Xiao, your second brother doesn't seem to like to talk?" Shen Sicheng saw Ling Xian sitting back in an inconspicuous place reading a book, poked Ling Xiao and asked.