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

"You are eighteen years old now, not eight. Are you still afraid of being abused?"

"Speaking of which, Zhuo Er, Jian Si, and the rest of you have to work harder. It's only a few minutes before the eldest brother is born, and he already has a wife. What about you?"

The serious atmosphere was soon diluted by the chatter of the crowd, and everyone accepted it without any psychological burden.

After Zhuo Yi followed Zhuo Yun into the study, he was punched by his father.

Over the years, Zhuo Yun had already treated Zhang Pannan as her own daughter, so this punch was to hit him for bullying her daughter.

"Zhang Pannan has watched you grow up. Put away your wicked thoughts. She is not a woman you can afford to offend. If you dare to let her down, your mother and I will not let you go!"

Zhuo Yi spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Dad, you underestimate me too much. I don't want anyone else in my life except Zhang Pannan!"

Zhuo Yun glanced at him and said, "This is like me, a sentimental person. Go out and comfort your mother. If you make her sad, I will be the first one to not forgive you."

When Zhuo Yi came out, he saw that his mother's mood was not affected at all, and even Zhang Pannan had no grudges with everyone.

He finally felt relieved.

Having stayed in this world for more than eighty years, Meng Liu left only after paying off all the debts owed by the Meng family to the underworld.

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I went into the snowflakes in the past, and now the flowers are like snow.

The red bricks and yellow tiles appear more eye-catching against the backdrop of the white snow. Snowflakes fall on the eaves, on the stone steps, and on the carved window frames, making crisp sounds.

Meng Liu, holding a hand warmer and wearing a pink and white soft silk palace dress with butterfly patterns on it, followed the beautiful middle-aged woman.

"Follow your mother closely at the palace banquet later, and talk less. Don't make any mistakes or offend the nobles." Li Shiyun whispered to her daughter.

She was also a little nervous. Her husband was a recently promoted fifth-rank official in the capital. He had not been eligible to attend palace banquets in the past. But now, thanks to King Cheng, he was promoted to deputy envoy of the Salt Transport Bureau. This was the first time for the female family members to enter the palace.

Li Shiyun was not born into a high-class family, her family was only a Yuwenlang. If she had not helped Meng Qian'an when he was in trouble, she would not have been able to marry the Tanhua scholar smoothly.

The concubine Meng Ruqiu's face flushed with excitement. She pouted her lips, seeming to disagree with what Li Shiyun said.

Meng Liu glanced at her sideways, held his mother's slightly cold hand, and comforted her silently.

Li Shiyun smiled and patted her daughter's hand.

The three of them walked slowly along the palace road into the banquet hall. Many officials' relatives had already entered early.

Those who could attend the palace banquet were relatives of officials of the fifth rank and above. They all had their own acquaintances and gathered together to chat. Suddenly, three new faces broke in, and everyone began to whisper.

Li Shiyun was suddenly at a loss as to what to do. She had never experienced such a big scene before and was a little timid at the critical moment.

Meng Ruqiu was also a little scared, and said hurriedly: "Mother, where should we sit?"

Meng Liu held Meng Ruqiu's hand with one hand and her mother's other hand and walked to the last table with a smile on her face. Fifth-rank officials could not get a table in the capital, so their seats must be in the last corner.

As soon as they walked over, a maid led them to their seats.

Meng Liu handled things at a leisurely pace, without showing any sign of panic, which caused several noble ladies to look at her twice.

But as soon as they touched that face, they all frowned at the same time.

There is no doubt that Meng Liu still performed stably this time and came into this world with his extraordinary face.

In the eyes of others, she handled the situation appropriately. As soon as her mother and sister entered the hall, they were completely panicked. It was all thanks to her that she led her family with neither arrogance nor servility.

Her posture and demeanor are among the best, just like a blooming peony, gorgeous but not vulgar, noble and elegant.

Looking at her appearance again, she is like a peach blossom blooming in spring, pink and delicate, with eyebrows like the dark blue of distant mountains, eyes like the waves of autumn water, lips that are naturally red, skin like solidified fat, revealing a white and natural luster.

It made her half-sister look pale in comparison.

She is only about thirteen or fourteen years old, but she is already so pretty. It is easy to imagine how stunningly beautiful she will be when she grows up.

As the saying goes, marry a virtuous wife and take a concubine who is beautiful.

Most mothers-in-law are unwilling to find such a beautiful wife for their sons.

Even women who have sons of marriageable age would give up after seeing how she handled things and seeing her face.

The wife of another fifth-rank official standing nearby, accompanied by her daughter, smiled and nodded in greeting.

"But are they the wives of the deputy envoy of the Salt Transport Bureau?" Mrs. Shen asked boldly.

Li Shiyun quickly answered: "Excuse me, may I ask who you are...?"

"My master is a guard at the pass, and he has the same rank as the deputy envoy of the Salt Transport Department." Mrs. Shen replied, then turned to look at Meng Liu, "Is this your eldest daughter? She has grown into a very graceful lady."

Li Shiyun has always been proud of her daughter and son. When she heard her ask, she straightened her back unconsciously and followed the conversation to praise the other party's daughter.

The two women started a conversation with each other, starting with their daughter.

Meng Ruqiu was only ten years old, and everything she was thinking was written on her face. She listened to her mother and Mrs. Shen bragging about their business relationship. They praised each other's sons and daughters but never mentioned her. Her handkerchief was crumpled up.

Just as she was about to pick up the wine glass on the table, a pale hand held her back.

"Third sister, the banquet hasn't started yet." Meng Liu said in a deep voice.

Meng Ruqiu immediately stopped moving like a plucked chicken.

Ever since she was old enough to understand, her biological mother, Aunt Miao, has been secretly instigating her to compete with her elder sister Meng Liu. In the beginning, she also tried to trip up Meng Liu.

However, although Meng Qian'an favored his concubine over his wife, he still attached great importance to the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children in the family, not to mention that he had a grandmother above him.

Meng Ruqiu was no match for Meng Liu in academics, not to mention appearance and demeanor. As a result, Meng Liu was like a mountain in front of him, often suffocating her.

This elder sister usually didn't pay much attention to her, and except for some important occasions, she was ignored in the mansion.

So whenever she opened her mouth occasionally, Meng Ruqiu subconsciously did not dare to resist.

In just a cup of tea, all the men in the officialdom entered the hall with their sons and sat down opposite the seats for the women.

The highest-ranking officials in the palace, such as King Cheng and King Qi, spoke loudly, and the other officials basically echoed them.

Meng Liu lowered his eyes and played with the glass cup in his hand, looking somewhat uninterested.

This kind of palace banquet is really boring.

The original owner's life story has been introduced above. To sum it up in one sentence, she is the legitimate daughter of a fifth-rank official. She has a biological brother, a concubine and half-sisters and half-brothers in the mansion. Her mother is of humble origin, and her entire family has just been promoted and moved to Beijing.

In modern terms, it means a nouveau riche.

The ancestors of the Meng family had no political resources. The reason why Meng Qian was able to climb so high was because he surrendered to King Cheng.