From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

And besides her beauty, she has an indescribable aura about her.

In short, there is no hint of flattery, rather cold, and his demeanor is no worse than that of the ladies in the house.

After Mrs. Wang brought the people to her home, she retired with great success.

Cuiming greeted with a smile: "There are only a few people in Chunhui Garden. The uncle has not returned to the house, so there are only two aunts and uncles in this yard. The one who lives in the west courtyard is Hongtao, her godmother works as an errand next to my wife, and the one who lives in the east courtyard is Qinglan." , the uncle has been admitted to the house since he became aware of the incident. Qinglan has a quiet temperament and does not come out most of the time. Hongtao is a bit noisy at a young age. Please be tolerant. By the way, what is your name?"

"Meng Liu."

Hearing this, Cuiming laughed teasingly: "Now that you have entered the Xing Mansion, you can no longer use your previous surname. I will change your name myself when the uncle comes back."

Meng Liu: "..."

Who is she, where is she, how come she, a woman who is destined not to stay for a man when it comes to the task of giving birth, is inexplicably caught up in the drama of a house fight?

The Qinglan and Hongtao mentioned by Cui Ming must be Xing Jingyao's first-in-law, and this man once had a wife.

Men who don't love themselves are like rotten cabbage.

Having had sex with so many women was a bit dirty, and Meng Liu disliked it very much.

But now that she has accepted the body of the original owner, she must assume the responsibility of the original owner. The Xing Mansion rescued Meng Xu, and now she is in a dilemma. If she really wanted to be Xing Jingyao's first wife, she would be ungrateful. If she didn't do it, it would be ungrateful.

It was a duty requirement that he must give birth to a child, but Meng Liu still wanted to make himself feel more comfortable after the task.

Now their status is extremely unequal. When a man and a woman first get to know each other, the way they get along will affect the future.

If Xing Jingyao had treated her as a casual and playful wife from the beginning, how would she live her life in the future? She didn't want to be just a toy, she wanted to be the one in the relationship.

Not to mention absolute equality, at least we must respect each other.

Another thing is that as the first wife, she is not qualified to give birth to a child for Xing Jingyao. Even if she goes to bed with her, she will be given a baby soup afterwards. If it still doesn't work, she will be given a bowl of medicine to abort the baby.

Meng Liu has a system, and all those methods are useless to her.

But why should she give birth to a child for him when the other party shows such disgust? Doesn't she want to lose face?

It is also a way to find other male protagonists first, but again, she is a maid of Xing Mansion, and she is of low status. Even if she comes to her door, not to mention whether the other male protagonists will be confused, even if they really lend a helping hand to her, they still have to go back and ask the old lady of Xing Mansion to hand over her identity.

The ancient rules are so unreasonable.

Although Meng Liu has thousands of years of inner strength and can walk freely in the world, the original owner has parents and an older brother. Can she really ignore her family and only care about her own happiness?

After thinking about it, there is still no good solution.

Simply because her current body was only fifteen, it was not the age to give birth to a child, so she decided to stay in Xing Mansion until she was eighteen and then think of something else.

Maybe Xing Jingyao would fall in love with her and be willing to let her redeem himself.

The body was left behind, but his thoughts couldn't stop wandering. Meng Liu felt a little sick when he thought of how many women he had slept with and how hard she had to make him fall in love with her.

"The uncle hasn't come back, and there's nothing going on in our yard. You can go to the inner room and be a cleaning maid for the uncle." Cui Ming arranged a position for her with a smile.

Meng Liu nodded and did not refute. The maid cleaning was considered to be the lowest maid, which literally meant cleaning.

But her cleaning is different from others. She cleans the interior, mainly responsible for Xing Jingyao's bedroom. He is not in the house now, so there is nothing else to do but wipe the dust every day.

Overall, Meng Liu is quite satisfied with this job.

Anyway, no one is living there now, so why is she cleaning so carefully? She can just wait until the day before he comes back to clean up. Three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, time flies by in the days of working as a foreigner.

During this period, Hongtao found trouble twice.

Once, after learning that she was a maid given to Xing Jingyao by the old lady, he came over in person. She said that her younger sister was older than her younger sister, and he was trying to find out where she came from and what her background was.

Meng Liu was too lazy to make excuses with her, so he walked over laughing.

Perhaps because she didn't know how to praise her, Hongtao asked Cuiming to send Meng Liu to serve her.

If others don't know, how can Cuiming not know the old lady's intention?

To put it bluntly, the maid is not as good as a more respectable maid. The maid does all kinds of dirty work, and the maid has to do night work and cannot have children. The whole hope in life is that the mistress will come over and ask for a favor to become a concubine. , and then give birth to a son and a half daughters, this will be a wonderful life.

But those are too far away from Hongtao. Although the uncle has favored her several times, he has never shown any special love for her. The maids serving her were all ordered by the old lady of the Xing Mansion, and she hoped that she could seduce the uncle and come more often.

It's good enough that she has a maid in the same room, so what else does it mean?

Cuiming was not afraid of Hongyao at all. If she had to pamper her, she would be given some face. That's it. If she couldn't be pampered and act like a monster all day long, she didn't give her any face and directly ordered several women to ground Hongyao.

Cuiming, as the eldest maid in the entire courtyard, has absolute say when Xing Jingyao is away.

In the entire Xing Mansion, even the master and his wife had to give her some dignity. Taking care of a common room was really a piece of cake.

Meng Liu watched Hongtiao's saucy tricks with cold eyes, and his impression of Xing Jingyao dropped again and again. This man was not taboo about meat and vegetables, and he could talk about anything.

Yansong Pavilion.

Mrs. Xing twirled her beads: "What do you think of that girl?"

Her confidant Mama Wang said with a smile: "The old lady certainly has good taste. With such an appearance, she is not flattering or clinging to her. Her eyes are clear. I think she is a good and sensible child."

The old lady sighed: "Yao'er is good at everything, but he is too stoic when it comes to love between men and women. Can you tell me which man of his age has been away for three years without a woman to take care of him?"

"Don't worry, old lady, I just woke up late."

"He is already in his mid-twenties! His married wife has not consummated the marriage for more than half a year. Is there such a truth in the world? Is this to marry a wife or to bring a living Buddha to the family?"

"Then Mr. Zheng is really weak, so I should be merciful."

"What about Qinglan and Hongtao? They are both good-looking. The former has served him for ten years and has not lost his virginity. He is willing to favor the latter, but why does it make sense to let others beat his legs all night long?"

Thinking of this, the old lady was so angry that she had a headache. The Xing family was also a wealthy family, but Xing Jingyao was still a young boy at the age of twenty-five. If he said it, he might spread it randomly outside.