After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

Miss Yuan had a few days of leisure. Zhuozhuo was taken back to the Wen family to prepare for the ancestral recognition ceremony. Luofengxuan seemed to be much quieter. She sent a few bowls of medicine to Song Wenyuan. Lord Song didn't ask any questions, just drank it without frowning. Yuan Ge thought Song Wenyuan had a problem with his taste. Otherwise, how come the bitter medicine she deliberately added to cover up some of the not-so-good medicinal materials tasted like boiled water to Song Wenyuan?

She was still short of a few medicinal ingredients to cure Song Wenyuan's poison, so she could only suppress it temporarily like this to prevent the poison from taking effect.

I heard that Tong Wanzhen was sent to the Second Prince's palace in a sedan chair at night. I heard that she was not even a concubine, but was carried in without any name or status. In the final analysis, she was just a container before the prince was born.

These pieces of information were all picked up and relayed. Yuan Ge didn't know how much this result was in line with Tong Wanzhen's wishes, but she no longer cared. That was a matter between Tong Wanzhen and Qin Yongpei. If possible, she hoped to never have anything to do with these two people again.

Recently, there is a strange "regular guest" in Zuihuanlou. This regular guest has a special identity. He is a male lover of a poor scholar, who is also a poor scholar. This regular guest has a special hobby. He has taken a fancy to a little girl named Tao who looks ordinary, doesn't act like a spoiled child, and doesn't flatter. He always comes to her and is quite "generous" in his spending.

Of course, this is only wealth compared to a poor scholar. Other girls would look down on this at all - even if they emptied their family fortunes, how much would they have?

This night, the poor scholar came again.

He was still wearing a long coat that was washed so much that it looked bleached. It was too thin and chilly in the autumn night, and there was a patch on the back of his collar. No matter how many times he came, his expression was full of the panic and uneasiness of a rabbit that had accidentally strayed into a pack of wolves. Even his smile seemed awkward.

The girls in Zuihuanlou were used to seeing talented men, sons of noble families, and nobles. They were curious about this poor scholar. They surrounded him, teasing him until his face turned red, and asked him, "Hey, scholar, you always come back to look for Sister Zhitao. Is it because I am not as pretty as Zhitao or not as gentle as Zhitao? Or, are you not as considerate as Zhitao?"

The poor scholar Yuan Ge was surrounded by a group of girls. He had no intention of enjoying the good fortune. He only felt dizzy by the smell of rouge - having a good sense of smell is also a kind of pain.

Fortunately, she was originally playing the role of a poor scholar who was honest, dull, and yet had evil intentions, so she didn't have to be worldly-wise and tactful. She then pulled the corner of her clothes and backed away, trying to leave the crowd, shaking her head nervously, "No, no... Sister is prettier and gentler than Tao, but I am... I am short of money..."

After saying this, his face really turned red - not because he was embarrassed, but because he was trying to hold back a sneeze.

However, halfway back, he bumped into the person behind him. A handkerchief full of the fragrance of powder brushed across Yuan Ge's nose. The person chuckled, "So, is that sister beautiful and gentle, or is this sister beautiful and gentle? Little scholar, if you answer wrong today, the girls will not forgive you, nor will they let you see the peach!"

The sweet aroma that hits you in the face is filled with a "lovesickness" that is as delicate as a thread and almost imperceptible.

Yuan Ge was startled suddenly, and there was a flash of light under his slightly closed eyebrows - he found it.

Yuan Ge still clutched the hem of his clothes, turned around with a nod and bowed, and bowed a little awkwardly. In his sight, he saw the person's light yellow skirt and semi-transparent gauze. Yuan Ge didn't raise his eyes, just looked at the hem of the skirt, and chuckled, "Sisters are naturally beautiful in their own way, just like the colorful flowers in the imperial garden, the elegant peonies, the noble orchids, and the winter plum blossoms that stand proudly in the snow and frost. If everyone only wants to be gentle and considerate, wouldn't it be like only planting one kind of flower in the garden, which is really boring."

The other party suddenly laughed, "Sisters, listen, listen, isn't this much more interesting than those people with water in their heads and oil in their stomachs? Scholars are scholars, they know how to say nice things to make people happy... No wonder our sister Zhitao's neck is so long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fingertips holding the handkerchief hooked Yuan Ge's chin, and the slender nails touched his skin, causing a slight tingling sensation. Yuan Ge slowly raised his eyes along the other's hand and met a face he had met once before - Song Ziyao's other lover, Xiao Rou.

The poor scholar Yuan Ge frowned slightly, a little shy, and said softly, "Sister... you are so beautiful."

Xiaorou seemed to be interested, and asked with an even more charming smile, "Then tell me, sister...what kind of flower in the imperial garden am I?"

The scholar's small face became more and more red. Amid the booing from all around, he seemed to be about to lose face. After a while, he murmured softly, "Rouge washes out the shadows of the autumn steps, ice and snow attract the souls of the dew-covered steps...Sister should be like that white crabapple flower, simple and elegant, already very beautiful."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and the force of the nails was applied. Yuan Ge was startled by the pricking, and subconsciously clenched his fingertips, but his face seemed to be unaware. Xiao Rou looked at Yuan Ge with a curled mouth, and smiled for a long time, loosened her hand, and seemed to be a little bored, "Sister, I don't understand those profound things, but I don't like the word "plain and elegant". Sister, I still like peonies, the first of all flowers, the most beautiful in the world. You, a scholar, can only show off your talent, boring..."

After saying that, she turned around, twirled her handkerchief and waved her hands, "Forget it, forget it... Go find your old lover, Tao!"

Xiaorou left, and the other girls had had enough of the teasing and left while joking with each other.

Yuan Ge still stood there, still like a rabbit that had entered a wolf's den, or a rabbit that was rejected by the entire wolf pack because of its poor meat quality, innocent, pitiful, and young. People came and went around her, and no one was willing to even give her a glance...

It was unknown how long it had passed before she slowly raised her eyes. Her sight was still in the direction where Xiaorou had left. She stared at that direction for a long time, shook her head, and turned to look for the turtle slave. When she turned around, her expression had changed, and she asked softly, "Excuse me... Sister Zhitao, are you free to meet me?"

The eunuchs had already known this young man who came to see Zhitao every few days. Zhitao was the most idle girl in Zuihuan Tower and there were never any guests on weekdays. The eunuchs responded with a smile and lazily took the scholar to the second floor - Mother Hong had said that although the scholar was a poor one and couldn't make much money, Zhitao was idle anyway, so instead of eating dry meals in the building, it would be better to entertain the scholar well, and it would be good to get some silver.