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

If it hadn't been for an examination by an imperial doctor, she would have suspected that her eldest grandson had a hidden disease.

"My servant looks at Meng Liu's different appearance. Even women fall in love with her. I must like her too."

"I hope so."

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After Meng Liu got up step by step, he entered the room with a feather duster in his hand, found a stool and sat down, took out his storybook from his arms and read it with gusto.

There were no other entertainment activities in ancient times, not even mobile TV.

I can only read books to pass the time, but unfortunately at this time, the books are filled with talented people, beauties, scholars and ladies.

Probably because most of them were written by men, the contents in the books are all the same. There are many stories about people asking themselves to resign for the sake of their husband's career, and people willing to marry for love.

It's all the lust of poor men.

Just such a thing made the boudoir girls blush when they saw it. Meng Liu made up his mind to write something by himself to shock these ancient people a little bit.

"The uncle is back, Meng Liu, go and clean up quickly and follow me to the second door to greet you."

Meng Liu hurriedly put away his notebook: "Isn't it only ten days before I get back? It's only five days!"

"You can't ask when the uncle will return home." Cuiming pretended to scold him, and then said, "Mother Wang said that the uncle was thinking about the old lady's birthday and rushed back quickly. The old lady gave you instructions a few days ago. Where are the clothes and jewelry you bought? Go change into something eye-catching and come with me."

In the first two days after arriving, Mrs. Xing indeed sent someone to make clothes and jewelry for her.

Unfortunately, time is too tight, and the ready-made clothes I bought in the store are not as exquisite as the tailor-made ones. The jewelry is what young girls like nowadays.

But Meng Liu didn't like red tape. Those gorgeous clothes had wide sleeves and it took a lot of effort to put them on layer by layer. And the jewelry, which was full of pearls and emeralds, was too heavy.

So she has always been wearing maid clothes handed down from the mansion. Her hair was only in a bun, and she only had a silver hairpin. It's easy and convenient.

Another hidden thought is that she always feels that although she has been sold into slavery, if she accepts extra rewards that do not belong to the maid, it will be like selling herself.

There is a saying that all gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price.

Therefore, she had not touched any of the things that did not belong to the status of a maid.

"Sister Cuiming, you go ahead. I'll stay here to take care of the house for you. There are still some places that haven't been cleaned yet." She declined politely.

It’s not for any other reason, but because she’s working hard! The last time it was cleaned was the day before yesterday. Although it didn't look dirty on the surface, she felt bad and wanted to make urgent repairs before the leader came back.

Cuiming was extremely firm: "No, the old lady has specifically asked you to go."

Meng Liu adjusted the hem of her skirt. It should not be too dusty in just two days.

"Okay, let's go then."

"Don't you want to change your clothes?"

"No, I'm just a maid. I can't turn into your lady just by wearing those silks and satins."

Cuiming was a little stunned. As a decent maid, she often felt inferior because of her status, and couldn't help but grovel in front of her masters.

She finally understood why she was impressed by Meng Liu's temperament when she saw her for the first time. It was a kind of self-confidence that came from within, which was calm and neither humble nor arrogant. It was the magnanimity of not feeling inferior to anyone else from the bottom of her heart. .

She suddenly felt that what the old lady wanted to do, maybe it would be successful if it were Meng Liu.

Hongtao and Qinglan, together with dozens of maids, were already waiting at the courtyard gate.

"You think you are the master before you confiscate the house? How shameless is it to ask us to wait for her?" Hongtao sneered angrily, disturbing the brocade handkerchief.

Cuiming said with a straight face: "Hongtao, be careful what you say!"

Hongtao was a little afraid of her, so she shut her mouth and the group quickly rushed to the second door with small steps.

Meng Liu was speechless. Do you need so many people to welcome you back home? Cui Ming pulled her to the front, making it clear that she wanted to introduce him to Xing Jingyao as soon as possible.

It feels like goods waiting to be sold.

The group didn't wait too long when a man strode over with two boys.

The leading man was wearing a black brocade robe with carved silk. He was tall, with bronze skin, and his black hair was tied up high. His resolute face had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. A cold aura gushed out from him, as if he could Freezes everything around it into ice.

With just one glance, Meng Liu could confirm that this man had at least ten lives on his hands.

"Uncle." Everyone said in unison, bowing and saluting.

He waved his hands without even looking at her: "Prepare water and take a bath."

The group of people followed him back to Chunhui Garden. They were going back and forth, wondering what they were doing. Cuiming had already prepared the water. She was busy instructing the maids to collect Xing Jingyao's luggage, and she did not forget to arrange for Meng Liu to go in and wait for him to bathe.

Meng Liu: "..."

Cuiming glared at her: "Go!"

"I think he is tired from traveling for such a long time. Now is not a good time."

"Go if you are told!" Cuiming refused, keeping the old lady's words firmly in mind, and would create opportunities for the uncle to notice her even if there was no chance.

Meng Liu sighed, lowered his eyes and entered the inner room.

Xing Jingyao closed his eyes and leaned in the wooden bucket. He was tall and the buckets he bathed in were all specially made. The parts above his arms were exposed, and his muscle lines and large and small scars could be seen.

Meng Liu picked up the bath towel prepared on the side, and before he could reach it, his wrist was clamped by him. He released it in just a moment without using any force.

"Go out, I don't like to be waited on when I'm bathing."

"okay."

A woman's unique soft voice came, maybe her answer was too strange, Xing Jingyao raised his eyes and looked over.

All that was left of him was a figure wearing a blue shirt.

Of course Meng Liu was happy to be able to take a bath without waiting for anyone. He immediately stood up and left without any hesitation, so he didn't notice his eyes.

Everyone in the yard was busy performing their duties. Hongtao and Qinglan were standing outside, waiting for favors at any time.

Seeing Meng Liu come out, Hongtao rolled his eyes in displeasure. After all, his master was back and he didn't dare to say anything.

It was a long and dusty journey, so it stands to reason that Xing Jingyao would either go to see his elders or rest after washing up. None of them had anything to do with her, so Meng Liu went back to his room. If he didn't work hard, he wouldn't be a qualified worker.

After Xing Jingyao washed up, he went to Chunhui Garden first, visited the old lady, and went to his mother's place. Then he waited for his grandfather and father to come back from the next court, and the family had another meal before returning to the yard.

He drank some wine during the meal, but he always drank a lot, and besides a little burning in his stomach, he didn't feel anything else.