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

Prince Duan teased him, "How about it? Do you want me to help you and invite someone to come to your house to play with you?"

Of course, an adult's invitation is different from a child's letter. If you go directly to the girl's father, are you afraid that she will not want to play with her son?

Fu Wenting obviously didn't expect there was such a method. He raised his eyebrows with anticipation and excitement on his face.

Princess Duan immediately spoke up to dispel the expectations of the father and son: "Ting'er, the way to make friends is sincerity. As a child of the royal family, you have been the focus of everyone's attention since childhood, but remember, no matter what your status is, you should treat your friends with sincerity. Although power can make people submit temporarily, it cannot buy sincerity."

Prince Duan was a military man and could not explain these profound principles, so he could only listen to his wife's teachings in silence.

Fu Wenting seemed to understand what he heard. His mother didn't allow him to use his power to force others to associate with him, but many people approached him deliberately because of his father's power.

Thinking this way, he asked: "My mother's teachings are engraved in my heart. But if someone approaches me because of power, what should I do?"

Princess Duan touched his face lovingly and said, "If someone approaches you because of power, you should distinguish right from wrong and not trust them easily. When making friends, you should put virtue first, talent second, and friendship based on aspirations. If the other party has ill intentions, you should keep your distance and not lose your original intention because of temporary benefits."

After saying just a few words, she couldn't hold back and started coughing violently.

This caused the father and son to feel distressed again.

*

Today, Meng Liu brought her maid and made an appointment with Gu Zhige to go on a spring outing together.

Originally, she wanted to invite her two cousins, but because her family rejected her uncle's marriage proposal, although the other party didn't say anything, it was not convenient for her to bring people to travel with her fiancé.

Meng Dingfeng had classes at the Imperial College, so she had to go out alone.

The discipline for women in this dynasty was not strict. It was natural for unmarried couples to go out on a date. Even if the marriage did not take place in the end, there would be no rumors.

After so long, Meng Liu has never met a more suitable man than Gu Zhige, so I think this should be the male protagonist.

Since you're going to have children with him in the end, why not get to know each other and cultivate your relationship before marriage.

Gu Zhige had prepared everything for today early on.

They had agreed to go boating in the spring, and he had rented the largest boat from the boat company early in the morning. It was two stories high, and he had also invited a chef from a famous restaurant in Beijing to cook for the two of them.

The lake sparkled in spring, the breeze blew, and the catkins fluttered. Gu Zhige dressed as a scholar, wearing a green shirt and a turban on his head. He stood at the bow of the boat and saw the beauty coming from afar.

After Meng Liu was helped onto the boat by Pingguo, he took off his veil.

She had dressed up specially today, wearing a blue and white dress and pearls on her head. Her words and actions were all like those of a lady from a wealthy family.

While boating on the rippling lake, the two chatted and laughed cheerfully. In order to show off himself, Gu Zhige recited poems from time to time, and Meng Liu responded with crisp laughter.

However, when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Meng Liu's profile, her picturesque eyebrows and jade-like skin still made him lose his mind for a moment, and even the words in his mouth stopped.

Meng Liu found this a little funny. This was not the first time that Gu Zhige had stared at her in a daze. As long as there were no outsiders around, he would always be easily obsessed with her beauty with his eyes lost in thought.

Meng Liu waved his hand in front of him and said jokingly, "The scenery of the lake and the mountains is beautiful, but if you only focus on looking at the scenery, wouldn't you be wasting this beautiful spring time?"

It depends on one's own opinion as to what scenery the words refer to.

Gu Zhige came back to his senses, blushing, and quickly apologized: "I lost my composure for a moment, please forgive me, it's really... you are so beautiful that I forgot my manners..."

Who doesn't like to be teased? Seeing that he was so sincere, Meng Liu stopped teasing him. It wouldn't hurt to be stared at a few more times.

What's more, they are an engaged couple.

"You don't have to blame yourself, Prince. Boating in spring is a pleasant thing. It's enough for you to be happy."

Seeing how considerate she was, Gu Zhige only felt even more annoyed.

Despite his status, he was a bit reckless in losing consciousness several times, so it was hard for her not to care and instead comfort him.

Because of this guilt, he acted more considerately, and during meals he even wanted to feed the food into her mouth with his own hands.

As dusk fell, Meng Liu returned home.

Rafting doesn't sound tiring, but dealing with Gu Zhige is still a bit tiring. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. Maybe he is deliberately showing off in front of him and insists on dragging her to write poetry together.

The picnic that Meng Liu imagined was just about eating and drinking, which was not so elegant at all.

The other party was so elegant, she couldn't refuse, after all, her character was a gentle girl, so she could only bite the bullet and agree. In addition, in ancient times, people had to be careful with their words.

At the end of the day, she felt much more tired than usual and felt that many brain cells had died. Now she just wanted to lie down and rest.

"Miss." The maid Pingguo whispered in her ear, "Princess Duan has passed away."

The hand pressing on his neck paused, and Meng Liu almost instantly thought of Fu Wenting. That guy was only eight years old. It was really sad that he lost his mother at such a young age.

Didn't he hide behind others and cry when they first met?

I'm afraid Princess Duan was not in a good condition at that time.

We haven't seen each other since we last met at Guanyantai, but we have never stopped writing letters.

Thinking that he might hide away and cry again, Meng Liu felt a little bit sorry for him.

After hesitating for a while in the house, worry finally prevailed.

Just think of it as her overflowing maternal love. Prince Duan is a big and strong man and may not be able to take good care of his son at this time. Children of this age are sensitive and lack love. She really can't bear it.

He decisively ordered the servants to prepare the carriage and left without even having time to say goodbye to his parents.

When Princess Duan passed away, only a few officials came to pay their respects.

This was something she didn't expect. Meng Liu originally thought that everyone would come even if it was just for the sake of face.

But I didn't expect it to be so deserted.

This just proves that the emperor's attitude towards Prince Duan is probably quite serious.

She tightened her face and asked the servant to go and report.

The father and son knelt in the mourning hall as if they had lost their minds, burning paper mechanically.

"Your Highness, Little Prince, Miss Meng is here."

Prince Duan looked up in surprise: "Which Miss Meng?"

"It's the one I met at Guanyan Terrace last time."

The father and son looked at each other. They never expected that Meng Liu, who usually drew a clear line with them and refused to visit them, would come to their house openly at this juncture.

The other party is obviously a smart person and it is impossible for him not to know that it would be disadvantageous to him to get involved with them at this time.

Fu Wenting quickly ordered: "Let her in quickly."

Under the guidance of the maid, Meng Liu successfully arrived at the mourning hall. After burning incense for the princess, she walked straight to Fu Wenting and squatted down.