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

It was not uncommon for children of noble families to have a servant with them. The more delicate ones would even bring a group of people with them when they went out and about on a daily basis.

But, when the young master was drinking, this servant would stay behind him closely? Xiaorou couldn't hold back the smile on her face. "It's a good thing that the young master is cautious, but what are you worried about in my room now? Are you worried that I have an assassin hiding under the bed?"

The implications and explicit statements are already extremely obvious.

How could Young Master Song, a frequent customer of Zuihuanlou, not understand what he heard? At this moment, the God of Wealth was watching him covetously from behind, so how could he dare to have any romantic thoughts?

"It's okay. I just came to see you today... I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you." The God of Wealth said that people should not keep moving forward. The more they move forward, the less they will be cherished. You have to do it like fishing. You have to cast a hook first. Of course, there must be bait on the hook. If you wait patiently like this, will the fish not bite the hook?

At that time, Young Master Song thought about it and asked curiously, "Then...what if this fish bites someone else's hook?"

Miss Yuan had never thought about this question, so she pretended to be profound and pondered for a moment, "Either kill the one who is trying to steal the fish from you, or catch a different fish... All the crucian carp in the world look the same."

Young Master Song, who had done all kinds of things in his life, such as climbing roofs, stealing, and fighting, but was ultimately clean and had never killed anyone, was really shocked by the tone of his younger brother and sister-in-law saying, "Killing a person is as easy as killing a fish." When he heard the second half of the sentence, he felt that it made special sense.

But when he thought about it, he could vaguely sense that it was a bit far-fetched. He didn't know if the crucian carp that crossed the river looked the same, but this person was different. Otherwise, why did the young lady specifically ask for Xiaorou, the crucian carp? Now that the pirate ship had already boarded, it would obviously not be good for anyone if the ship capsized halfway. Song Ziyao barely maintained the appearance of "I really just passed by today and didn't intend to do anything", and rarely played the role of a gentleman who was not tempted by the beauty.

Gentlemen were particularly rare in Zuihuanlou. Xiaorou had no idea what the young master meant by his tone of "obviously he has nothing to do but visit an old friend's house", but since he was a guest, she still prepared some refreshments with patience and asked with a smile, "Where has Young Master Song been enjoying himself recently? Xiaorou thought he had forgotten about me!"

She glanced at the servant behind her. The servant was very thick-skinned and stood still, like a wooden stake, not knowing how to avoid suspicion - in fact, worse than a wooden stake. It wouldn't be awkward to talk about love in front of a wooden stake, but with such a big person standing here, who could act out the slightest bit of romance?

So, Xiaorou asked tentatively, "Sir, how about... let's have a drink?" Being a little drunk, the flickering candlelight was the most romantic.

Young Master Song had just the same idea, so he nodded and said yes, then asked, "I heard from Lu He that you got a few bottles of good wine a while ago. You treasure them very much and would not easily take them out on weekdays. I wonder... does this young master have any wishes today?" After saying this, he raised his fingertips, and the servant behind him immediately handed him a silver note.

Xiaorou glanced at it. The amount was not large, but for Song Ziyao, who was always short of money, it was already generous.

But... her eyes swept across the servant's hand which had already retracted into his sleeve. She had just glanced at it inadvertently and found it so fair and white that it was dazzling. She looked at his face in surprise, but was suddenly disappointed. His plain face could not be recognized in the crowd. The eunuch downstairs was much more handsome than him.

She was looking at a servant, and Song Ziyao was nervous, looking guilty. He raised his eyelids and urged, "What? Do you think that I give you too little and you don't deserve to drink your nectar?"

"Of course not. All the good wine here is reserved for Young Master Song. Luhe is talking about osmanthus wine, right? Young Master Song really hurts my heart. You go to see Luhe but don't come to see me... What do you mean by missing her? Are you missing the good wine here?" After saying that, she stroked her hair at the temples, her eyes as charming as silk.

Song Ziyao looked at her with a sidelong glance, his eyebrows slightly raised, and when he was silent, there was a hint of intriguing scrutiny, which made Xiaorou feel uneasy. After a while, he sneered, "You asked me to come and see me, but you didn't tell me the truth. How could I still dream of your osmanthus wine? I heard that you have... good wine..."

The two words "good wine" rolled between the lips and fell into the woman's ears, adding a bit of ambiguity and charm, and the meaning was known to both of them.

The former makes your heart beat faster, while the latter makes you regain your sanity instantly.

Xiaorou smiled awkwardly and dodged, her eyelashes covering her eyelids, pretending to be sad, "Mr. Song, do you think the wine here is not worthy of the word "good wine"? It turns out that you have someone else in your heart, and you think that person is better in everything, even the same wine is better than the other one..."

"Oh?" The other person raised his eyebrows, propped up his chin and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's obvious that Xiaorou is hiding it... I felt intoxicated when I first tasted that good wine, but Luhe said that she only had so much. If I want to drink more, I can only come to you."

"Nonsense! How could she have Xiaoyao wine? I asked someone to buy it for her and she didn't even know about it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the other party's expression, which was not unexpected. Xiao Rou was startled and realized that she had said something wrong. For a moment, the shyness on her face disappeared, and the blood on her face also faded away. After a while, she sneered, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Young Master Song is so cunning that he tries to trick me. It's just two bottles of Xiaoyao wine. You still need to trouble your eldest master to find a servant to tie me up and whip me a few times, and I will confess, right?"

This is really sarcastic.

Song Ziyao smiled and held the man in his arms, coaxing him, "Look at what nonsense you are saying. Am I a rough man like my third brother? Ahem... I heard about this wine from somewhere else and wanted to try it, but you refused to be honest, so I used words to trick you. Yes, yes, I was wrong, I won't scare you in the future... I don't know where Sister Xiaorou bought that wine, but the name makes people salivate, Xiaoyao wine, Xiaoyao... Do you really feel free after drinking it?"

He really seemed to be just curious, and considering his unreliable behavior, Xiaorou felt relieved. She felt nervous and relieved, and somehow, she told the truth. "I bought it from Hong's mother. Just two small bottles... Hong's mother didn't let me use it recently, saying that the government had noticed something..."

"If you want to buy it, you'd better wait until the hype is over, and don't expose me then. Otherwise, you can say that you heard it from that poor scholar. I gave some to Zhitao before, but that scholar hasn't come recently. I guess the novelty has worn off." After saying that, he curled the corners of his mouth. Men are probably like this. Zhitao is young and inexperienced, and he has been quite depressed recently.