Time Travel and Love

Chapter 550 Under the Skin

Chu Qingmeng sat by the window until midnight and didn't eat dinner. Chunhe tried to persuade him many times but it was of no use.

She didn't want to torture herself, she just didn't feel hungry anymore.

Suddenly, he remembered something and wrote a letter, asking Jingming to give it to Eleven. Then he closed the window and said he was going to sleep, and asked Chunhe to leave.

He took out the light armor and tried to put it on himself, recalling Mo Yunting's words. However, he couldn't put the shoulder guard on properly no matter how hard he tried. When he tied it, it became a knot.

She wanted to finish this last thing quickly.

But why, I just can’t wear it properly!

Start over again and again.

The edges of the armor were smooth and sharp, and fiddling with it over and over again would do nothing but cut herself.

Finally, she gave up and accepted her fate.

She herself could not wear the ancient armor.

It was like she wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, and if she was forced to stay, she would only end up getting hurt.

He stood up woodenly and grabbed a towel to prevent the blood from flowing everywhere. He took off his light armor and put it back in the cabinet. He washed his hands and took another clean towel to stop the bleeding.

Lie down and sleep!

It doesn't matter whether you can wear it or not! After this battle, the old man will have a secure seat on the world.

The mission is completed, and it's time for her to go home with her father. Maybe she will devote herself to cultivation to transcend tribulations and ascend to heaven, or maybe she will stay in the mountains and become an internet-addicted stay-at-home girl?

Good.

The next day, when Chu Qingmeng woke up, it was almost noon.

Good news, my palms are no longer bleeding.

Bad news, the towel stuck to the wound.

"..." Chu Qingmeng twitched her lips speechlessly. She must have slept too late yesterday and her mind was not clear, so she used a towel to stop the bleeding.

I soaked it in water and peeled off the towel bit by bit, but it still inevitably tore the wound. The dozen or so small cuts were still quite painful.

I called Chunhe to treat the wound. Just as I was about to find a place to continue daydreaming, Mo Jiangqing came with food.

"Mother. Let's eat."

The servants placed lunch on the small table in the outer hall.

?

Chu Qingmeng's face was full of question marks.

"Aunt Chunhe couldn't persuade mother, so your son came to eat with you." Mo Jiangqing had obviously just finished his shift and rushed back. His casual clothes still smelled of dust.

It was worth it that Chunhe went to complain early in the morning, and Mo Jiangqing came to "deal with" her.

Chu Qingmeng: "..."

Mo Jiangqing walked over to help her, but saw her hand wrapped in gauze. His heart skipped a beat, "Mother? What's going on?!"

"...It's okay. Last night when I was picking something up, I accidentally knocked over your father's armor, and when I picked it up, I accidentally scratched it." Then, seeing that he seemed to suspect she was committing suicide, she twitched her lips, "Can you please stop imagining things? If I were suicidal, I would have cut my wrists. Why would I cut my palms?!"

Hearing the helplessness in Chu Qingmeng's tone, Mo Jiangqing felt relieved. "The armor has fallen, you can just ask the servants to help. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"...I understand." He responded perfunctorily, complaining in his heart that the young man was as talkative as an old man.

"..." Chu Qingmeng's perfunctory response was too obvious. Mo Jiangqing felt helpless. It was really hard to have an elder who refused to listen.

But when he held Chu Qingmeng's hand, he found that her hand was still frighteningly cold. "Mother, why are your hands so cold?"

"I caught a cold in the courtyard and it hasn't healed yet. It's nothing serious." Chu Qingmeng withdrew his hand and sat down at the table, changing the subject. "Let's eat."

Mo Jiangqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions in the end. He just washed his hands and sat at the table to eat with her.

My mother was really acting abnormally. Normally, if my father was away from home for more than a day, she would ask about it. Moreover, today was the day for court attendance, and my father did not come back to change into court clothes, but my mother did not ask a single question.

"Mother, father didn't go to court today. Do you know where he went?" Mo Jiangqing asked tentatively.

Chu Qingmeng paused with his chopsticks, then said nonchalantly, "It's either with your great-aunt or with the Song family. I don't know."

"Mother, do you blame father?" Mo Jiangqing certainly knew that Mo Liujin could not be at the Song family, but when he heard Chu Qingmeng's indifferent tone, his heart tightened.

Chu Qingmeng looked at him helplessly and said, "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping."

Mo Jiangqing knew he shouldn't ask too much, but he was worried about his mother's condition. "Mother, no matter what, you don't have to worry as long as your son is here."

Chu Qingmeng laughed out loud, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to take care of me in my old age?"

"Son, I'm not kidding you." Mo Jiangqing felt helpless. His mother didn't believe him.

"I know, I know. I'm actually about the same age as you. You can definitely send me off personally."

"..." Mo Jiangqing felt a lump in his chest, unable to breathe. After a long moment, he sighed heavily, like an old father, "Alas..."

Chu Qingmeng: It’s fun to be naughty.

The court and the public have been very busy these days. Mo Yunting has been making too many moves. Once he catches his target, he will not stop until he has cut off the other party's foundation. Therefore, everyone in the court is in danger.

Mo Jiangqing and the other two were actually very busy. Mo Liujin was at Aunt Liu's place and there were very few things he could handle, so some of the official business fell to them.

The two of them also had to take care of the miscellaneous affairs of the suburban camp, so Mo Jiangqing had to squeeze out time to accompany her for dinner.

The two brothers had agreed when they went to court in the morning that one would accompany her for lunch and the other would accompany her for dinner, for fear that she would be upset.