Time Travel and Love

Chapter 486: Let’s Get Snowed Together Today

The two entered the house. Mo Liujin brushed the snow off her head and pushed her to sit on the kang. "Warm yourself up quickly. Your hands and feet are cold."

Chunhe brought in ginger soup. Mo Liujin wrapped Chu Qingmeng in a thick quilt and fed her spoonful after spoonful, silently praying that she would not get sick. "Hurry up, drink more."

Chu Qingmeng reached out his hand, brushed off the snow on his head, and said with a smile, "I want to see you in such a mess."

Mo Liujin paused, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, feeling helpless. "Then I'll just let you see. I'm really worried that you'll get sick again if you stay with me."

Chu Qingmeng reached out and wanted to hug him, "I'm sleepy, can you lie down with me for a while?"

"Drink this before you go to sleep. I'm cold, I'll stay with you when I warm up." Mo Liujin continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful, but the warm room was too hot. She was wrapped in a blanket and drinking ginger soup on the heated kang, and soon she was sweating.

Mo Liujin was a man with strong physique and had practiced martial arts for many years, so his body was even stronger. Just by feeding her some ginger soup, his body was warmed up.

The two of them lay on the couch with their clothes on, intending to enjoy some free time, but just as they lay down, Leng Feng came to report that General Ling Xiao and his group had arrived.

“…” Mo Liujin rubbed his eyebrows, feeling restless for a moment.

"Master. Secret report." Shuang Cheng's voice also sounded.

The couple smiled helplessly and got up to deal with their own affairs.

"Just handle it in the room, don't go out." Mo Liujin helped Chu Qingmeng change his outer clothes, and then began to change his own clothes.

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng responded and straightened his belt for him, then called Shuang Cheng in.

The Emperor of Dongyue died suddenly, and Nineteenth ascended the throne smoothly.

"Master, even if we travel day and night from Dongyue to Dayu, it will take twenty days. This news was reported twenty days ago," Shuang Cheng reported. "Nineteen has already appeased Mo Twelve, and Mo Fifteen has also been replaced by someone else as requested by Master."

"Yes. Report it to Eleven." Chu Qingmeng closed the secret report. "Has Father returned to the fifth floor?"

"Not yet." Shuang Cheng wanted to laugh when he thought of the old building owner having a headache. "The master has been pretending to be sick recently, and he is going to use this as an excuse to go back to the mountain so that he can move out of the Zhenguo Mansion and live on the fifth floor."

Chu Qingmeng also smiled. Father pretending to be sick? What does he look like? So weak and frail?

"The master asked Qi Yu to tell you that you are not allowed to go out to play. If you get sick, the master will take you back to the mountain and not allow you to go out again." Shuang Cheng put the tray in his hand next to Chu Qingmeng, which was another cloak.

Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips. Oh my god, he suddenly felt sorry for these minks.

After being confined in the house for three days, it was Dayu’s Winter Festival, which was also a grand festival of celebration that lasted for three whole days.

Chu Qingmeng was yanked out of bed by Chun He early in the morning to start getting dressed. While getting up early in the summer and autumn was manageable, getting up at dawn in the winter was truly a life-threatening situation!

"Aren't palace banquets always held in the evening? Why are we getting up so early?" Chu Qingmeng yawned.

"Miss, there is no palace banquet today. We are going to the prince's palace." Chunhe explained while combing Chu Qingmeng's hair.

Chu Qingmeng didn't actually know much about these festivals. During her first year here, she was alone and focused on having fun. Later, when she met Mo Liujin, they were exiled to Zhu County, just the two of them, so there wasn't much need to celebrate any festivals. Later, she hid in the village while pregnant, so naturally, there weren't any large banquets.

Yawning, she walked to the gate of the mansion. Mu Lingxue had already arrived. She waved to her and got into her carriage swiftly.

"It's not easy. It's rare to see you dressed up at this time of winter." Mu Lingxue teased her.

But Chu Qingmeng obviously didn't have the energy to joke with her. He was sleepy and cold, hugging his cloak tightly. Mu Lingxue frowned and opened the small window. "Third brother, you'd better not ride. Qingmeng is very cold."

Originally, Mo Liujin chose to ride with Mo Liuyuan because he was worried that the two of them would have something to say. Upon hearing this, he immediately dismounted and got on the carriage, and Mo Liuyuan followed him in.

The younger generations, with women and children riding in carriages, and men riding horses. This time, even Ze Xun Ze Xiao followed on horseback to the palace.

After getting on the carriage, Mo Liujin pulled up his cloak and wrapped Chu Qingmeng in his arms, "Why are you getting more and more afraid of the cold?"

"The coldest time is from the first snow until the New Year. In previous years, I always stayed indoors." Chu Qingmeng's hands were still cold even as she held the hot water bottle. She was already frozen from the walk from the warm room to the front door.

Mo Liujin's large hand covered the back of her hand holding the hot water bottle. "I forgot, you never left the house in the winter. I thought since the carriage was sealed with several layers of oil paper and the brazier was lit in advance, you wouldn't be so afraid of the cold."

Chu Qingmeng lowered her eyes at this. Ever since the fight for the throne began, her father had given her elixirs to nourish her. Now, in just the first winter, she was already so cold. It seemed the illness had drained her body over the past three years, leading to her death. But her father must have wanted her to suffer, so he repeatedly gave her elixirs.