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

Song Wenyuan felt that what he couldn't stand the most from now on was the word "husband" that this girl called out to him for no reason - he couldn't stand it, and was afraid of the endless troubles. He saw through today's plan at the critical moment. He didn't know if this girl had heard something or learned something to practice on others, but in short, she was thinking of ways to take his pulse.

But he couldn't bring himself to point it out, so he had to play along with her, "It's okay, you go back first, I'll go wash up and change clothes." After that, he added, "In the future, you don't have to do this kind of thing yourself, just let the servants do it. If you burn yourself, there will always be some scars."

Was this not only an order to expel the guest, but also a direct elimination of any future opportunities to serve tea or water? Yuan Ge was still feeling annoyed, and his expression was gloomy due to his poor start. He only said "oh" reluctantly, took the tray handed over by Yan Huo, and left without saying a word.

Yan Huo frowned and pointed at Yuan Ge, "Master, what's going on with her..." Yan Huo saw it clearly from beginning to end. At first, the bowl in the hands of the young lady was clearly held firmly, but when the master reached out, it suddenly fell. The Tremella soup was not hot, and there was no heat at all, so why did she suddenly lose her balance? Moreover, the "ah" that the young lady said was too calm and perfunctory.

Song Wenyuan shook his sleeves and replied indifferently, "Well, the acting is quite poor."

His temperament changes drastically, his behavior is strange, and many things are inexplicable, which makes people suspicious. He is as cunning as a fox, but has poor acting skills. He is a little out of touch with worldly affairs, a little ignorant of suffering, and his delicate skin and tender flesh cannot bear the slightest pain. Who would dare to employ such a person?

Therefore, although he had some doubts during these days, he was not too cautious. It was just that the poisoning was a serious matter and he was unwilling and dared not gamble.

"Don't worry about her. Jianshu knows what to do. Also, don't think about Luofengxuan. Just do your job." Song Wenyuan reminded him again, and then ordered, "Go get a basin of water and a set of clean clothes."

"Yes."

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That night, the moon was above the willows and a cool breeze was blowing. Miss Yuan claimed that she had indigestion and went out for a walk. She naturally walked to Qichi Pavilion and saw Song Wenyuan, who had moved a rattan chair and was sitting in the yard, looking at the stars and the moon and drinking tea. She greeted him lazily and asked Lin Mu to move the rattan chair in a very familiar manner. She poured herself some tea, but did not drink it. She just played with it on her fingertips, looking quite nonchalant.

Song Wenyuan saw it and shook his head helplessly. The same old trick? Is this all the little girl has?

He deliberately made things difficult for her, sometimes reaching out for the teacup, sometimes for the folding fan, sometimes half-rising to pour her tea. In short, he stretched out his hand from time to time, but did not stay, and soon retracted it, just like a bait thrown into a fishing rod.

The little girl's eyes followed his hand, very busy and flexible, but she was not very patient. After a while, she became angry. She snorted, put down the teacup in her hand heavily, and sneered, "The tea in Lord Song's courtyard is very bitter. I'm afraid the servant who bought it embezzled the money and embezzled it."

"The buyer" Lin Mu choked, what a disaster! This woman doesn't know the value of the tea. This is the best cloud tea, which is named after the top of the mountain where the tea grows in the mist. It is also worth a fortune because it is too difficult to plant and pick. This is a cloud tea worth a fortune! In this woman's mouth, it is like the coarse tea that costs a few copper coins and a large bowl on the roadside!

You still complain about it being astringent? How is it astringent? The water is sweet mountain spring water, and the tea is top-quality cloud tea. How can this tea be astringent? !

Lin Mu yelled and scolded in his heart, but his body took a half step back almost as a conditioned reflex, hiding his unpleasant expression in the darkness - this woman was like a bandit, she would turn hostile and start fighting at will, so it was better for him to stay away from her.

Looking at his master again, he was actually smiling with his eyebrows lowered!

Song Wenyuan smiled comfortably and gently, his cold white skin looked surprisingly fragile in the night, which made his lips look gorgeous, like some bloodthirsty creature in a myth. He nodded in agreement, curled his lips and chuckled, "Yes, it is indeed a bit crude, and it is indeed a bit rude to use it to entertain Miss Wen. I will ask someone to find some high-quality tea in the next two days, and then I will use it to entertain Miss Wen."

After saying that, she shook her head and complained in her heart, this little girl, although she is not very old, has the character of not letting go until she sees the rabbit, she is very realistic. She used to call him "husband", but now she is annoyed and changes her words.

The girl raised her chin slightly, her face lines were delicate and beautiful, a bit soft, a bit uninhibited, a perfect blend. She said "hmm" lightly, stood up from the rattan chair, slightly adjusted her clothes, and then said with a smile, "Although the cloud and mist are expensive, they are not to my liking. I prefer the old brow, which is dark and bright, fragrant and strong. However, tea is elegant, but I am still vulgar, so I prefer strong liquor."

After saying this, she curled her lips into a smile, her beauty could not be concealed in the dim night.

It was an extremely aggressive kind of beauty, like the most beautiful flower in the garden. It knew that it was the most beautiful among all the others, so it became even more unbridled and gorgeous.

Song Wenyuan's eyes darkened slightly, and after a long silence, he smiled and replied, "Okay, if I get some good wine, I will definitely host a banquet and invite you to drink with me."

Yuan Ge giggled, nodded and said yes, then lowered her head to adjust her skirt, looking like she was about to leave. Song Wenyuan was about to stand up to see her off, holding on to the armrest, but unexpectedly, Yuan Ge's body tilted and rushed straight towards him... In the blink of an eye, Song Wenyuan only had time to support himself with one hand and catch Yuan Ge with the other, and they both fell back into the rattan chairs.

It was as if the world was spinning, and the cool touch of his fingertips on his wrist was both thrilling and thrilling.

Instantly, Song Wenyuan's hair stood on end, and he stood there stiffly, unable to move. Reason told him to pull his hand back and push the instigator out of his arms before she noticed anything. There were too many unexplainable doubts about this girl, and it was too risky to reveal the news that he was poisoned at this time! But no matter how reason clamored, his hand remained motionless as if it was out of control.

His five senses gradually faded, and he could no longer feel anything warm, fragrant, or soft. Only much later did Song Wenyuan belatedly recall the slender waist that he held under his fingertips, soft, slender, and smooth.

At this moment, his mind was blank.

Over there, Lin Mu exclaimed silently—this woman is so shameless! He saw it clearly, she did it on purpose! She fell on her master on purpose! Shameless! So shameless!

The "shameless" Yuan Ge's heart suddenly skipped a beat!