Time Travel and Love

Chapter 521 Little Bastard

"..." Mo Yunting was so angry that the veins on his head were throbbing. Finally, he cursed helplessly with a smile, "You little bastard, is this how you miss your father?"

Instead, Ling Xian directly slapped Chu Qingmeng on the head with a light slap, and the reprimand in his tone was obvious, "No manners!"

Chu Qingmeng pursed his lips and gave a flattering fake smile, "I was wrong."

"We'll set off at 3:00 PM tomorrow, so go to bed early tonight." Mo Yunting took the mink cloak and put it on Chu Qingmeng. "You probably won't be back for a few days, so I'm going to find an excuse to lie to Jiang Qing and Jiang Che."

"...It's so cold, and you still have to get up early. I want to go back on my word..." Chu Qingmeng suddenly didn't want to agree anymore.

"..."

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At three quarters past midnight the next day, Shuang Cheng knocked on Chu Qingmeng's door and woke her up. Chu Qingmeng struggled to get up and changed into a light black suit. The red flowers of the other shore on both sides of the sleeves were eye-catching, and the white centers of the petals in full bloom revealed their allure.

All the secret guards in the mansion were left behind, but Feiying and Feiling were taken away.

Chu Qingmeng arrived at Jiang Qing's yard, but found that the light in his study was still on. He knocked on the door, and Jiang Qing's voice came out, "What's the matter?"

"Are you still awake? Or did you get up early?" Chu Qingmeng asked as he looked at the reflection of Mo Jiangqing writing on the window.

"Mother?" Mo Jiangqing put down the pen in his hand and hurriedly opened the door to invite her in. "Why are you up at this hour? What? Are you going out?"

Looking at Chu Qingmeng's clothes, Mo Jiangqing's brows furrowed instantly. "What happened that required my mother to go out in the middle of the night?"

Chu Qingmeng was trapped and felt uncomfortable. His eyes were sore and he couldn't open them, so they looked red. "I have to go to Qingzhou. A large group of people on the fifth floor had some problems in Qingzhou. I have to rush over to deal with it, so I came to tell you."

"Mother, don't worry. Your son will go with you." Mo Jiangqing saw Chu Qingmeng's red eyes and thought it was a big deal. "Please wait for me for a moment. I'll go change my clothes."

"No need. You have to go to court tomorrow. Your father is not at home, and the family can't do without you..."

"Then I'll go call Jiang Che and ask him to accompany you. I'm worried about you going alone." How could Mo Jiangqing let Chu Qingmeng go out alone?

"Qihua is still pregnant, so just let Jiang Che stay at home. I have enough people around me, and Shuangcheng and the others will follow me, so there is no danger..." After Chu Qingmeng's persuasion, Mo Jiangqing reluctantly agreed, but he was still worried.

"Mother, remember to take care of yourself. I'll come find you once I finish what I'm doing."

"..." Chu Qingmeng was helpless. "I'll be there quickly. It will only take seven or eight days. If it's later, you can come find me later."

Mo Jiangqing agreed and sent Chu Qingmeng to the gate of the mansion. He was still worried and gave Chu Qingmeng all kinds of instructions.

"...Qing'er, I'm not a child anymore." Chu Qingmeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing his instructions.

"Ahem...Yes, Mother, tell Fourth Master Uncle Ying and the others to stay by your side and take good care of yourself."

"Okay, got it. You go back. I'm leaving." Chu Qingmeng waved his hand, got on his horse and rode away. Shuang Cheng Feiying and others followed closely behind.

At the entrance of Qingfeng Tower, Ling Xian and Mo Yunting were already waiting there.

"Eleventh Master, Second Master." Chu Qingmeng waved the hand holding the horsewhip.

Seeing that everyone was gathered, Mo Yunting waved his hand to signal Jing Yan to lead the way, and everyone put on black veils and followed behind.

After leaving the city gate, they headed straight for their destination. At the beginning of the Si hour, they rushed all the way to the deep mountains. Chongsan was already waiting at the gate to greet them.

"Master. Master Ling Er, Master Chu Jiu." Chongsan bowed to the few people at the door and led them inside.

Chu Qingmeng raised his eyebrows as he looked at his figure through the mask. He was indeed the old man's stand-in. His figure, his walking posture, and his subtle movements were really like him.

"Master Chu Jiu, do I have any questions?" Chongsan is different from Chongsi and others. Chongsan has the temperament of a person who has been leading troops for many years, so his tone of voice is neither humble nor arrogant.

Chu Qingmeng shook his head, his voice hoarse, unable to distinguish between male and female, "No, I just think you look a lot like Eleven from behind."

Her voice startled everyone for a moment. Chong San smiled and said, "Master Chu Jiu, there's no need to be like this. I was your subordinate in the Eighth Prince's Courtyard before."

Chu Qingmeng was embarrassed for a moment, then let go of his voice, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Mo Yunting and Ling Xian closed their eyes in tacit understanding. What was this kid thinking? Even with her tight clothes and mask, her figure was still very conspicuous. She was so obviously two sizes smaller than them. How blind would one have to be to not see that? What was the point of faking her voice?

You don’t say it, you really shouldn’t say it, Wen Zhong, Shuang Cheng and others didn’t see it at the beginning.

Chongsan took everyone to their respective tents, and after a short rest, he began to patrol the camp.

Chu Qingmeng threw herself on the bed without caring about her image. Three hours! Six hours! Riding a horse is also very physically demanding! Her inner thighs were almost in pain.

She had endured the days of running around in the frontier, but now, with nothing urgent to do, she felt she couldn't bear it any longer.