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

The rain is still falling, drizzling.

Yuan Ge walked in the rain, slightly tilting his head, his face expressionless but full of tears, like a fragile porcelain doll that looked intact on the surface after the bumpy road, but the inside was already full of cracks, and would break into thousands of pieces and turn into powder with just the slightest touch.

Her life was only eighteen years long. Her mother died giving birth to her. Her father was so grief-stricken that he was depressed all day and died soon after. It is said that her grandfather, who used to be healthy, turned gray overnight. It is not nonsense to say that she was unlucky for her father and mother.

Her brother was gifted since childhood and learned everything quickly, but he was born weak. Grandfather said that it was brought from the mother's womb and could not be cured. He was fine in the early years, but later a cold could make him seriously ill. Zhixuan Mountain had so many talented people who were unable to help him, so she practiced medicine and vowed to give her brother a healthy body. The herb grew on the cliff. With her ability, she would not die even if she lost consciousness and fell off the cliff. There was a hidden snake cave below, and she was afraid that the body would have been completely unrecognizable.

My brother must have blamed himself, which made him depressed and sick. It is not nonsense to say that he should be self-denying.

It was unknown when his grandfather would come out of seclusion. By then, how would he accept the fact that his bloodline had all withered away? Yuan Ge didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it. Every step he took felt like he was stepping on cotton. He felt dizzy, and the voices of the people around him faded away. He couldn't hold back the sweet smell in his throat anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out...

"Miss!" The last thing he perceived was Shiyin's terrified cry, very close and yet very far away.

……

The doctor said that it was caused by anger, and as for when the patient would wake up, it all depended on the Third Young Master's wife's luck - in other words, they didn't know when the patient would wake up. Then he said that it would be better if Mr. Xu was here.

The Master Xu the doctor mentioned was Xu Chengjin. However, after receiving the news from Zhi Xuanshan, Xu Chengjin left the city overnight and might not be able to come back in a short time.

There was chaos in Luofengxuan. Shiyin was squatting in the corner, crying. He didn't even bother to change his clothes which were wet by the rain. He was a small ball, like a stray cat abandoned by its owner.

Song Wenyuan stood in front of the bed with a dark face, looking down at the doctor cleaning the wound on Yuan Ge's palm. The little girl was really cruel to herself. The blood and flesh on the palm of her hand were tangled and the bones were almost visible in the deep places. Even Song Wenyuan couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw it.

The doctor said that there would be a scar.

Scar or not is no longer important.

When he walked out of Sanpinju, he saw Yuan Ge vomiting blood and falling down. He jumped over but it was too late. The man fell in the mud, his face was stained with blood from the rain, with different shades of blood, mottled and dirty. Passersby stopped and looked at her curiously, but she just closed her eyes, like a broken porcelain doll.

When she was in the third-rank curry house, she was still arrogant and domineering. When she threatened Tong Shenzhi, she was so beautiful that her whole body seemed to glow. But when she went out, she became angry? Did she really like Qin Yongpei that much? Did she like him so much that she lost control? Song Wenyuan stood there with his mouth pressed down, his eyes were solemn and murderous, and the doctor's hands were trembling as he bandaged her, and he didn't dare to breathe. He really didn't know what was wrong with this moody ancestor.

After finally wrapping myself up, I was shocked to find that my head was covered in sweat and my back was also covered in cold sweat. When the early autumn wind blew, I shivered all over and got goose bumps.

"What's the matter?" Song Wenyuan asked him.

The doctor wiped his hands and stood up to reply, "The external injuries look serious and scary, but as long as you take care of them carefully and don't let them get wet, they will scab over in ten days or half a month. But this heart disease... still needs to be treated with heart medicine. When the Third Young Master's wife wakes up, you will also need to patiently comfort her..."

Heart medicine? Song Wenyuan's eyes flashed with the image of the man standing on the steps with his hands behind his back. After a long while, she pulled the corners of her mouth coldly. She was looking forward to the heart medicine, but did the man give her a look from beginning to end? Wishful thinking! Song Wenyuan pressed the corners of his mouth, his eyes became colder, but he still said in a gentle voice, "I know. Please prescribe the medicine...Jianshu."

Jianshu nodded silently and followed the doctor out.

Song Wenyuan then turned to look at Yanhuo and ordered, "Write a letter explaining the situation here clearly, and have someone send it to Zhixuanshan to give it to Chengjin as soon as possible. It would be best if he is willing to come back early, but if not, there is no need to force him." Zhixuanshan was different to Xu Chengjin, and Song Wenyuan knew this, so he did not force it.

After saying that, he looked at Shiyin who was sobbing in the corner, and shook his head unhappily, "Take good care of your young lady." After saying that, he turned around to glance at Yuan Ge who was sleeping with a frown on his brows, and went out.

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As night fell, the rain continued and the wind picked up, whimpering through the streets. A few days ago in the afternoon, there were still cicadas chirping at their utmost, but this rain seemed to be a clear dividing line, blowing off the leaves and adding to the bleak autumn atmosphere.

It is indeed true that every autumn rain brings a chill.

Hui Dasheng tightened his old clothes, which had been washed so much that they looked bleached, and quickened his pace as he walked back.

Although he got off work early today, he couldn't help himself because he had a salary in his pocket. He found a roadside tavern and had two big bowls of wine and a small plate of pig tail. He wanted to have another half plate of peanuts, but thinking of his wife who was frowning at home and his daughter who was clamoring to buy new clothes, he couldn't bear it. He didn't enjoy the meal very much, but it was the first time he had meat this month.

Everyone knows that the Maritime Customs is a good place with plenty of money, and many people are trying their best to squeeze in. However, they don't know that only the few people at the top are the ones who get fat and plump. Those of them who run errands and offend people can only earn ten strings of coins at most a month, and they still have to bow and scrape to ask for favors and hand over money. In the past two years, this situation has become more serious. Sometimes they work hard for a month but still cannot make ends meet, and their lives are getting tighter and tighter.

My wife gradually began to complain. She thought that if things were still like this at the end of the year, she might as well quit her job, sell the old house and move our family south to do some small business. It would be better than having to pay every penny for a meal.

Today's salary is less than ten strings of cash, including what was given out this month... It's really not enough to deliver the job. Fortunately, he had two bowls of wine and was dazed. If his wife complains later, he will pretend to be drunk and sleepy and get away with it.

Hui Dasheng thought so and quickened his pace to hurry back. When he passed by a small alley, he heard an argument inside. "You are destroying your bridges after crossing the river. Aren't you afraid that I will make everything public and make both of you suffer?!" The voice was suppressed, as if he was gritting his teeth and exerting force.

Hui Dasheng was very familiar with this voice. It was his immediate superior, the second-in-command of the Maritime Customs, the Deputy Envoy of the Siping Division. Hui Dasheng had already crossed the entrance of the alley and took two steps back, peeking inside quietly. The alley was dimly lit, and he could only see a short and fat man wrapped in a straw raincoat, almost completely blocking the entire alley.

He hesitated for a moment, and under the influence of alcohol, he lifted his hem and crouched a few steps inside - if he could get hold of something that could hold the deputy envoy responsible, would he not be able to rise to the top and eat fish every day?