At this time, Mo'er heard a noise outside the house.
She hurried to hold the baby.
When she came in, she found that Zhuang Mengdie was dead.
Pan Qingcang fainted and fell to the ground again.
Pan Qingcang hurriedly put the baby on the bed and helped him up.
Little Red felt uncomfortable when she saw Zhuang Mengdie.
She tried to coax Pan Xiao into sleeping for her.
She took a large basin of clothing and went to the river to wash.
Little Red was about to wash when she saw a colorful cloud drifting over her from Zhuang Mengdie's room.
It was beautiful.
She quickly took up the clothing from the basin and ran home, wanting to tell this strange image to Pan Qinggui and Zhuang Mengdie.
However, halfway home, the colorful clouds slowly spread.
After a while, another dark cloud drifted by, and she said in a self-deprecating tone, "It is said that when the colorful clouds appeared, there were celestial soldiers and heavenly generals.
But it wasn't accurate.
It was just that the clouds changed swift and unpredictable." Just as she was about to return to the pond to wash clothes, she suddenly heard a loud cry from Zhuang Mengdie's room.
She couldn't help but be shocked and ran home.
However, she saw Pan Qing Cang holding a baby in his arms and saying something to Pan Qiang.
Just as she was about to go there, she saw Pan Qiang hugging the baby and crying out loud.
Then, Pan Qingcang knelt down on the ground and ran to the door.
He came closer, but he heard Pan Qingcang scream in the room.
He hurried to see Mo'er holding Pan Qingqing, who was leaning against the bedside with difficulty, and there was blood on the bed.
Zhuang Mengshi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
A baby appeared beside him and looked at Zhuang Bufan.
Suddenly, the basin in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and the clothes in the basin were scattered all over the ground.
Mo'er heard the sound of the basin falling to the ground and turned around hurriedly.
When she saw Little Red, tears welled up in her eyes.
Little Red went up to look at Pan Qingcang.
When she saw that he was still unconscious, she quickly picked up the wet clothes on the ground and wiped them on his face.
Then, she pinched some water and sprinkled it on his face.
After a while, Pan Qing Cang slowly woke up.
He thought of his deceased wife and father, and then saw the baby with blood all over his body smiling at Zhuang Mengdie.
He couldn't help but feel angry.
He felt that if it weren't for his birth, his two close relatives wouldn't suddenly die.
So he struggled to stand up on the wall and held the baby in his arms.
After a glance, he raised the baby high and wanted to throw him to death.
When Pan Ting saw that her father was going to break her brother's leg, she quickly held Pan Qingcang's leg and cried, "Daddy, don't break my brother's leg!" Little Red reacted and snatched the baby from Pan Qingcang's hand.
"Brother Pan, what are you doing?" When Pan Qingcang saw that the baby was taken away by Xiao Hong, he wanted to take it back again.
However, when he saw his daughter, Pan Ting, standing in front of him, he couldn't help but say angrily, "What are you doing?
This bastard killed his father and daughter as soon as he was born.
He must be the reincarnation of a jinx.
If I leave him alive today, I'm afraid that all of us will be killed by him in the future.
I don't know if he's going to die early or not so as not to harm the whole family." After hearing this, Little Red was shocked.
She quickly protected the baby in her arms and retorted loudly, "Brother Pan, what are you talking about?
As the saying goes, "Tiger poison is still a food for children, how can you bear to throw your child to death?
If Sister Die is in heaven, will she rest in peace?" Seeing that Pan Qingcang was so impulsive, Mo'er hurriedly tried to persuade him.
"That's right!
Brother Pan, wasn't Mother also dead when you were born?
If the eunuch had been cruel back then, would you still have today's achievements?
This might be fate.
Why did you blame a baby?
He's also innocent!" When Pan Qingcang heard this, he couldn't help thinking that his mother was also killed as soon as he was born.
His half-dead father was so angry that he couldn't speak anymore.

He sighed heavily and said, "What retribution!
What retribution!
I, Pan Qingying, was born with a good name, but I let my father and wife die.
After a hundred years, how can I face the ancestors?" Little Red saw Pan Qingcang blaming himself and was afraid that he would take things too hard.
She hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Brother Pan, why do you have to blame yourself like this?
This is fate's will.
No one wants it to happen.
Don't be too sad.
It's better to take care of the matters behind you sooner or later!" Mo'er felt that Little Red's words made sense after hearing this, so she hurriedly tried to persuade him, "That's right!
Brother Pan, if anything happens to you, our home will be destroyed!" Pan Qingcang's face was already covered in tears.
He raised his head to look at Zhuang Mengdie on the bed, then turned back to look at the baby in Little Red's embrace.
He was smiling at him with an innocent face, and he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.
"Sigh!
It's already come to this, this is the only thing we can do.
I hope that this unfilial son of a bitch will be able to save us some trouble in the future." Mo'er and Little Red were relieved when they heard that.
Two days later, with the help of everyone, Pan Qingcang found all the men in the village and made two good coffins.
Then he reluctantly sent his father Pan Qiang and his wife Zhuang Mengdie to the mountain to be buried.
Pan Qiang and his wife Fang Yi were buried together.
According to his last wish, they would face the north and head south, staring at Yedu forever.
Zhuang Mengdie had a new tomb.
Whenever Pan Qingcang missed her, he would take the two children to the tomb to burn incense and sweep the tomb in order to relieve his pain of longing for her.
After Zhuang Mengdie's second son was one month old, although Pan Qingcang didn't like this child, he couldn't resist the urge of Little Red and Mo'er.
He also remembered that when he was born, his daughter, Pan Ting, often said that he came from heaven.
So he named himself "Pantian", meaning that it was fate.
It wasn't his will, so he usually ignored him.
Everything was left to Little Red to manage, but he didn't ask or even hug him.
Time flew.
In the blink of an eye, six or seven years had passed.
In this year, Pan Ting was ten.
She was elegant and pretty.
When people in the village saw her, they all praised her as a fairy that was sent by God.
She was very popular.
Moreover, Pan Ting was smart since childhood.
She always remembered what Pan Qingcang taught her.
She was even more talented in medicine.
She mastered everything.
Every time a villager had a small disease or a small disaster in the village, she would look for a patient to learn from Pan Qing Cang.
She would look, smell and ask questions first.
After cutting up the things that Pan Qing Cang taught her, she prescribed some Pan Qing Cang's herbs and asked the patient to take them back for drinks.
At first, Pan Qingcang was a little worried.
Every time after she prescribed the prescription, he would check it out personally.
When he saw that her diagnosis was almost the same as his, he was relieved.
After a long time, he let her treat the medicine.
The villagers praised her as "young doctor".
Pan Ting was not proud.
She was still studying and writing, and worked hard to study medicine.
She hoped that one day she could become a real doctor.
Pan Qingcang and Mo'er saw that she was so obsessed with her medical skills, so they patiently taught her everything that the divine doctor had left behind.
Meanwhile, Pan Jun and Pan Tian were already seven years old.
Although both of them were born to the same mother, their personalities were different.