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

Qing Lan, who had not waited for the call before, had already returned to her own yard. She had followed Xing Jingyao for decades, so she naturally knew him better than others. He had not taken her into his house for so many years, and he would not change it now. He would just stand there and show off. That's it.

However, Hongtao was still young, so she cooked a bowl of hangover soup and brought it to Xing Jingyao.

He took it and drank it all in one gulp: "You can go back too."

Hongtao blushed and wanted to say a few soft words to stay, but she heard him shout: "Cui Ming!"

Cuiming had been waiting outside and quickly entered the house after hearing this.

Before she could say anything, Xing Jingyao took the lead. He stood up and rubbed his fingers across the upper shelf of the Bogu shelf. Light ash instantly appeared on his fingertips.

"Is this how you take care of the yard when I'm not here? You and the cleaning maid in charge of this house have five battles each, and you will leave on your own next time." He looked straight at him with sharp eyes.

Cui Ming sweatdropped and knelt down quickly: "Thank you for your kindness, uncle."

Xing Jingyao was not a master who liked to criticize his servants. He could count on one hand the number of times he got angry in the past, not to mention that he was not at home all year round.

Originally, Cuiming was very relieved when she handed over the main house to Meng Liu. After all, the old lady pointed out the person to the uncle. She should do her best to win favor. How did she know that Meng Liu was actually derelict in his duties, even the master's master? No one in the house dared to do this, and she suffered an unreasonable disaster this time.

Hongtao's heart skipped a beat. She was already wary of Meng Liu's appearance. At this moment, she couldn't help but said: "I don't know what I know. This maid who cleans the inner room was pointed out to me by the old lady. She has always been fond of cheating and playing tricks." .”

Xing Jingyao asked lightly: "Did the old lady send it?"

"Yes."

He pinched his brows. Since it was given by his grandmother, it was hard to beat him in public. Xing Jingyao also knew what the old lady was thinking. She was worried that he would not have an heir. This was always the area where he felt he was most unfilial, so he was willing to cooperate. The old lady has mercy on her.

"That's all, this punishment is just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Liu rushed in hurriedly.

"Uncle, this matter was done by me alone and has nothing to do with Cui Ming. One person is responsible for his actions. If you want to hit me, just hit me alone."

Cuiming was startled. Seeing that she was determined to defend herself, her previous dissatisfaction with her dissipated. She quickly pulled Meng Liu's sleeves and whispered, "Kneel down."

Meng Liu didn't hesitate and knelt down directly, but it was in sharp contrast to Cui Ming beside him.

Xing Jingyao raised his eyebrows and looked over. Cui Ming was hunched over with her head lowered, and her whole body was filled with anxiety. But she, with her spine straight, dared to look directly at him with her head raised.

He loves looking at people's eyes the most. Without him, eyes alone cannot deceive people.

This woman's eyes were clear and magnanimous, with a hint of annoyance, not like the sneaky person Hongtao said.

He couldn't help but glance at other places following his eyes. With such beauty, even Xing Jingyao, who had seen all kinds of courtesan beauties, couldn't help but be dazzled for a moment. No wonder the old lady wanted to send someone to his room.

But it’s just appreciation.

Hongtao's heart skipped a beat. She had just spoken because she wanted her uncle to send her back to Yansong Pavilion. She never thought that these two people would see eye-to-eye right now. Yes, to Hongtao, the way they looked at each other meant they knew each other.

She quickly said: "This girl..."

Xing Jingyao waved his hand to interrupt her and lightly opened his thin lips: "One person does the work and the other takes responsibility?"

"Yes." It turned out that she had neglected her duties, and Cui Ming was beaten along with her, and Meng Liu felt very sorry.

"Cuiming, tell me if you are wrong."

Cui Ming hurriedly lowered his head and said, "It's wrong. The uncle handed over Chunhui Garden to the slave. It was a matter of trust and restraint. She did something wrong because of the slave's lax control. She deserves to be punished."

He nodded, indicating that she had something else to say.

"Cui Ming is in charge of Chunhui Garden and manages the upper and lower affairs. It is human nature to be careless occasionally. Moreover, I was sent here by the old lady. For the sake of the old lady, she does not dare to say anything. In short, everything is mine. It's my fault, please forgive Cui Ming." After saying that, she lowered her head.

Xing Jingyao raised the corner of his lips and said that he was wrong, but his behavior and posture did not admit his mistake at all. Other maids knew that they had made mistakes, and they had to kowtow a few times. This maid was better, and she even had to be reminded when she knelt down. .

After all, he was a little tired after rushing back. He didn't bother to argue with the maid: "Since you are willing to be punished for Cuiming, then it will be as you wish."

"Yes." After saying that, Meng Liu stood up, opened the door and walked out.

Xing Jingyao, Hongtao and Cuiming were all shocked. How could the maid leave without the master saying anything?

The tools were already laid out in the yard, and Meng Liu lay down on the stool.

Wenzhu was a little hesitant. This was the person the old lady gave to the uncle. If he broke the person, he didn't know if he would be blamed. The uncle didn't tell him how much force to use, so he couldn't be sure at the moment.

"Fight, I can bear it." Meng Liu put her hair on her chest.

It was indeed her fault for dereliction of duty. Although the punishment was a bit insulting, what could be done? It was like this in ancient times, so she had no complaints. She only blamed herself for being too self-righteous and did not expect that Xing Jingyao would return home early.

When Wenzhu heard her speak, he no longer hesitated to raise his stick and beat her.

But except for the first blow, it was all bluffing. It looked painful, but in fact it was just a slight touch. Meng Liu remembered his favor and returned to his room after beating himself.

Xing Jingyao watched her torture from a distance from the window lattice, and did not punish Wenzhu. After all, it was his daughter's house. If he had to use 100% of his strength, he would not be able to survive the torture without lying down for ten days and a half. Bed.

He originally planned to let the old lady go for the sake of her, but he didn't expect that when she provoked her, things would reach this point. He felt a little weird in his heart, but he couldn't explain it.

I haven't seen such a stubborn woman for a long time, but she didn't plead for him. After just a few glances, he knew that the maid was submissive on the surface but actually didn't regard him as her master. She was just pretending to attract his attention. Or is his nature so unruly and unruly.

"What's her name?" Xing Jingyao still asked what was on his mind.

Cui Ming: "Her original name was Meng Liu, and she has never changed her name. She just hopes that the uncle will give her a name."

"Just call..."

He suddenly remembered a cat he had raised when he was a child. As soon as he saw him, he would cling to him. After eating the cat food he brought, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He also likes to grin when he is punished for doing something wrong.

Unfortunately, my grandfather thought that a man who entertained cats and dogs was not doing his job properly, so he forcefully threw the cat to the wife of the house. The cat died within a year after leaving him.

"round and round."

She, who used to be named Meng Liu and now goes by the name Tuantuan, is lying on the bed.

Cuiming complained while applying the medicine: "Why do you want to take the blame for me? If I could share half of it for you, I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable now."