Time Travel and Love

Chapter 534: Hairpin Flower Small Calligraphy

Hearing what he wanted to hear, Mo Liujin couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. He weighed the person hanging on his waist again, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you lost weight again, Madam? Haven't you eaten well?"

How could I lose weight? He really can lie with his eyes closed! Chu Qingmeng rubbed his neck and felt deeply wronged. "Every day when I open my eyes, I just eat and review memorials and files. How can I lose weight?"

Mo Liujin's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just lowered his head and kissed her, "Okay, come down first. I'll take off my light armor and clean myself up before I carry you."

After showering and changing, Mo Liujin felt much more relaxed. He waved his hand, asking Chu Qingmeng to come over, and hugged her as they lay on the couch. "Sleep with me for a while. I haven't slept well these days without you."

He closed his eyes and sniffed her scent, then quickly relaxed and fell asleep. Chu Qingmeng was not sleepy, and nestled in his arms, looking at him carefully, looking at his familiar eyebrows and eyes.

After so many years, he had obviously aged and his appearance was not as good as before, but he had a more mature and steady temperament. He even doted on her more than when he was young and let her do everything.

Chu Qingmeng looked at him and suddenly laughed silently. In fact, she didn't know what she liked about him, but she just liked him. Not only did she like him, but she also loved to stick with him. Maybe this was what they said on the Internet as physiological love?

Mo Liujin was half asleep. He took the hand that had been touching his eyebrows and eyes and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss. He seemed to sense the coolness of the hand and subconsciously opened his inner clothes and put the hand in his arms to warm it. He tightened his arms again, wanting to rub the person into his arms.

Chu Qingmeng was completely held in his arms, speechlessly twitching the corners of his mouth. He could only close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

At noon, the cold wind knocked on the door and woke them up. When they arrived at the dining hall, the younger generation was already waiting there.

At the dinner table, Chu Qingmeng looked at Jiang Qing and Jiang Che again. After confirming that they were just a little thinner and not injured, he was relieved. "Eat more. It's only been a few days, how come you look so much thinner?"

Mo Liujin watched her pick up food for the two brothers, completely ignoring him, and took a sour bite of the food she picked up for them.

When the dish entered their mouths, the three of them were stunned for a moment. Mo Liujin turned his head to look at Chunhe, "When did you add this dish?"

Chun He bowed and replied, "The emperor sent it, saying it's for the eldest princess' health."

"Isn't it delicious?" Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin. The dish seemed to be stewed pig's tendons or something like that. She tasted it in the palace that day and thought it tasted good, so she casually praised it. Unexpectedly, her father liked it so much that he sent it to her every day these days.

"...delicious." Mo Liujin felt a little uncomfortable, paused, and asked her, "Madam, can you tell what this is?"

Chu Qingmeng was puzzled for a moment before speaking, "Beef tendon, mutton tendon, or something like that. I like the texture."

"..." Never mind, she couldn't taste it. Mo Liujin coughed dryly, "As long as Madam likes it."

Goji berries with deer tendon. Did they omit venison because they worried she wouldn't be able to absorb the tonic? So they used deer tendon, which is supposed to nourish bones and kidneys? Mo Liujin felt a little guilty. Indeed, her body needed to be nourished through daily small things.

"In the future, let the chef in the mansion make it, so as to avoid the hassle of going back and forth and reheating it."

As soon as Mo Liujin said this, both brothers looked at him. Wasn't it? What on earth was Father and the superior talking about? This dish should be for men, right? Mother didn't know what this dish was, and Father and the superior didn't know?

"Well, then I'll tell Eleven." Chu Qingmeng responded and continued to eat with his head down.

"..." Mo Liujin felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two brothers, "Eat."

After lunch, the father and his two sons had to go to the palace to submit the imperial edict. As soon as the three of them left, Chu Qingmeng began to review the memorials again.

It was not until 15:00 in the afternoon that Chunhe came to report that Xu Xiru had come to the mansion. Chu Qingmeng was a little puzzled, as her in-laws seldom visited. She asked someone to call Xu first, and then she put down her pen and went to the front hall.

Xu's father came to look for Mo Liujin and Mo Jiangche, so when he learned that they were still in the palace delivering the imperial edict and had not returned yet, he just chatted and asked about Xu's health.

A quarter of an hour later, the father and his two sons came back. Oh, no, it was four of them. They also brought Li Geng back with them.

"..." Chu Qingmeng stood up and left, leaving them room to talk. She still had more than a dozen memorials to review, and Jingming had to hand them back at the beginning of the evening hour.

After the women had left, Father Xu spoke, "Has the general reviewed the memorials from the past few days since returning?"

"Not yet." Mo Liujin saw that the maids had served the tea and waved away all the servants.

"General, take a look at this." Father Xu handed the memorial to Mo Liujin. "The handwriting on these revised memorials is definitely not that of the emperor, but the emperor has behaved normally these past few days."

Mo Liujin took the letter, and sure enough, the familiar handwriting appeared on the paper, "..."

Looking at Mo Liujin's expression, Jiang Qing took the memorial from him, "..."

Jiang Che took a curious look, "..."

What a familiar font!

This handwriting, called "Zanhua Xiaokai," is unique to my mother. Its strokes are delicate and graceful, unlike the square and straight handwriting of men. In other words, this memorial was approved by my mother.