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

The sun is shining, the breeze is not dry, and the water is flowing under your feet.

The man stood with his hands behind his back on the bamboo bridge, his brows relaxed, his facial features gentle as he lowered his eyes, exuding a sense of aloofness and indifference.

When he saw this person standing far away just now, Yuan Ge felt that Wen Qianding had also fallen in love with her after a glimpse of her beauty on the street. No matter what the outcome, the mood of a young girl is always gentle with a little secret joy at first, as if she had glimpsed a dazzling jewel that only she knew about.

Such feelings should not be exploited.

"I didn't want to make a big fuss, but I couldn't help it." She raised her head slightly and looked at Song Wenyuan, saying this to both him and Wen Qian.

The little girl spoke in a low voice, with a bit of annoyance and sadness in her expression, as if she had been bullied, or as if she felt that she had caused trouble and came home early to surrender. Song Wenyuan suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth and replied in a calm voice, "Yes. I happened to come to see Tong Xiang for something. I heard that you were coming to the banquet, so I waited for you to go home together. Are you going back now?"

He explained why he was here, and only said "hmm" in response to Yuan Ge's words, downplaying it lightly, as if no matter how big the commotion was, it was still not worth mentioning to him.

Yuan Ge curved his eyebrows, showing a rare well-behaved look, "Okay."

On the side, Jin Yunian silently rolled his eyes: Coincidence? What a coincidence! Only a fool would believe this nonsense! Who asked Lin Mubaba to come over last night and tell him that there was a good show to watch here? It was obviously because of worry, but he had to say it so lightly...sultry!

"Why go home? Chengjin said you ordered a batch of good tea from Sanpinju. What kind of tea caught your Lord Song's eye? Has it arrived? Let's go and taste it first." As he spoke, Jin Yunian nudged his "ally" beside him, "Don't you agree?"

The "ally" didn't say anything for a long time, and didn't respond. Jin Yunian turned his head and saw that Master Xu was hanging his head with a heavy look on his face. His eyes seemed to be staring at the weed in his sister-in-law's hand, but his eyes were erratic. It seemed that this man was standing here, but his mind was wandering somewhere else. Master Xu has been like this recently, and they all know the reason. The person in his heart is gone, and half of his soul and seven spirits have also run away. I don't know when he will come back!

If you ask him, he is just being stubborn. In the past, when I advised him to go to Zhixuan Mountain, he refused to go, saying that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and that it is enough to know that she is doing well! It sounds quite reasonable, but in fact, he just doesn't dare to go. Damn! Now, you will regret it for the rest of your life!

Why drink tea in this situation? Jin Yunian shook his head, and the frivolous tone on his face subsided a little. He seemed to be complaining, but in fact he was explaining to Yuan Ge on behalf of his friend, "Forget it, this kid is not in the mood to drink tea recently! Sister-in-law, don't worry about him. His godmother died recently, and he is being pretentious. He won't drink tea. You go back with Wen Yuan first, and I'll take this kid to my place to drink."

Yuan Ge choked and felt his head throbbing again - all his people were dead, but he had an adopted son who was older than him for no reason, which meant he had someone to carry on his legacy!

She pulled the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze out some sympathetic sorrow, lowered her head slightly, and said sincerely, "The dead cannot be resurrected, Mr. Xu, please accept my condolences." After that, she quickly turned around, lowered her head to brush off the non-existent dust on the hem of her skirt, and as if she was trying to cover up something, she quickly wrapped the wild grass in her handkerchief and stuffed it into her sleeve...

Xu Chengjin stared at her series of skilled movements, his face darkening. After a while, he replied, "It's okay, she's not an important person."

Ha! Yuan Ge turned his back on him and rolled his eyes. If I hadn't seen you lying on the ground, grabbing my calves and crying and asking me "Why did Yuan Ge die", I would have really believed your nonsense. There was an inexplicable joy in my heart, but it didn't show on my face. I raised my chin slightly and replied in a calm voice, "It's great that Mr. Xu thinks this way."

He acted very serious, as if he was quite pleased.

Jin Yunian looked at this and that, holding his chin with a look of suspicion: I always feel that there is a murderous intention hidden in the seemingly polite and ordinary conversation between these two people.

He wanted to ask Song Wenyuan, but Lord Song had already turned away with an unfathomable face... He shook his head, wondering why he was worrying about this? After all, his godmother, who was more important than his biological father, had died, but he insisted that she was not an important person, and the last person who hid away to drink was not him. Young Master Jin shook his sleeves and strode out. When he passed by Xu Chengjin, he grabbed him and said, "Let's go! Brother will take you to drink!"

The young master of the Jin family, who is still one year away from coming of age, is always looking forward to turning the tables and becoming his elder brother.

Yuan Ge watched them rushing forward with big strides and stumbling, and secretly complained to himself, saying that Nan Yin was really not very smart wherever he went.

The look of her lowering her head and laughing caught Song Wenyuan's eyes, which deepened slightly. He tightened his fingertips and asked, "Are you and Xu Chengjin acquainted?" His voice was a little hoarse.

He was asking about acquaintance, not knowing, so he was not referring to what happened today. Yuan Ge subconsciously shook his head to deny it, thought about it, nodded, and decided to "tell the truth", "I have seen him, but I think he doesn't remember. I had a bad appetite a few days ago, so I thought I would take a walk in the garden, but I didn't expect to run into him drunk, holding a bottle of wine and calling out the name 'Yuan Ge' in a daze."

What happened that night happened in the back garden of the Song family. She didn't know if anyone would see it and tell Song Wenyuan, so she just made it clear now - she didn't say anything obvious anyway. She pretended not to know and asked with a strange look on her face, "The godmother that Master Jin mentioned is Yuan Ge?"

"Yeah." Song Wenyuan replied calmly, and then stopped talking. He seemed to believe it, and then added indifferently, "He is not a good person."

Yuan Ge responded softly and said nothing else.

Such silence suddenly became a little awkward. Even Zhuozhuo lowered his head and followed obediently, being unusually quiet as usual.

Yuan Ge touched his nose and explained for fun, "At first I didn't quite understand why Tong Wanzhen targeted me like this. Even if she never considered me a friend, at least she could have considered me a money bag..."

Although it was true, it sounded particularly shameless. Yuan Ge was shocked after he finished speaking, "I think that her targeting me will do more harm than good. People are profit-seeking, and there is no reason for her to do this. It was not until today, when I heard that the Tong family was interested in marrying Qin Yongpei, that I understood. She was not targeting me, but wanted to use me to anger Tong Yuhan. It would be even better if she could disrupt their marriage... For me, this is an unprovoked disaster. So, Song Wenyuan... I suddenly feel... aggrieved." Aggrieved for Wen Qian.

She felt really aggrieved. She had always thought that Tong Wanzhen had a grudge against Wen Qian and that was why she was targeting her. She never expected that in the end, she was just a pawn in the hands of others.

Who cares about the life or death of a chess piece?