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

New Year’s Eve.

The new things in Fenglao Medicine Garden were gradually forgotten because of the protagonist's reclusive life and the busy and joyous atmosphere under the New Year atmosphere. The days passed one by one and it was New Year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve in Zhixuan Mountain, according to tradition, everyone will eat dinner together, stay up together, sing, dance, and set off fireworks. Children will run around asking for New Year's money, making it very lively.

When it is Zizheng, the great elder Yuan Junfeng will stand up and say a few auspicious words of blessing, and the year will be considered over.

This year, Yuan Ge and Yuan Qi have both left, and there is no New Year atmosphere in the Great Elder's courtyard. According to the servants' speculation, the Great Elder will not attend this year's New Year's Eve dinner. The part that was hosted by the Great Elder in previous years fell to the Second Elder Zhuang Lichuan this year. However, this is good news for everyone in Zhixuan Mountain, because Zhuang Lichuan is a good-tempered and humble Maitreya Buddha. It is almost foreseeable that everyone will have a lot of fun on this year's New Year's Eve.

In comparison, the Great Elder's side seemed much quieter. Apart from the Second and Third Elders who came over to sit for a while early in the morning, almost no one paid any attention to them. Even the servants in the courtyard had all disappeared. The Third Elder, Zhan Yanfeng, was the one who attached great importance to rules. He couldn't help but frown when he saw them. "Big Brother is just too easy to talk to. Look at these servants. They are so lazy and careless!"

Yuan Junfeng leaned against the couch and smiled listlessly, "It doesn't matter... I let them go out to play. It's New Year's Eve, and other courtyards are waiting to eat New Year's Eve dinner and get reward money. They are the only ones guarding an old man like me. What's going on?"

Yuan Ge said he wanted to conceal his identity, so he had no choice but to act depressed. It wasn't really acting anyway, he really had lost the two children that were dear to his heart... In previous years, Ge'er was the most lively, chirping like a little sparrow, but now the child was much quieter. He saw that there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he had hidden a lot of worries.

After this disaster, the little girl in his family was forced to grow up quickly.

"Brother, look at what you are saying! It seems like we don't care about Yuan Ge and Yuan Qi..." Zhuang Lichuan shook his head and sighed, "When the two children died, I wanted to send someone to inform you, but Master Feng said wait, he said that interrupting your retreat at this critical moment, and such bad news, he was afraid you couldn't bear it... At that time, there was a gloomy cloud on Zhixuan Mountain, hey... Speaking of which, I heard that Master Feng recently accepted a little medicine boy, who is somewhat similar to Yuan Ge, has he seen it, brother?"

Yuan Junfeng glanced at him and sneered, "Similar? How are they similar? They both have two eyes and one mouth, two ears and one nose? If that's the case, then they are similar."

The old man firmly believed that no one in the world could compare to a strand of my granddaughter's hair. Now that he heard someone say that they were similar, he couldn't stand it and naturally belittled the other person. Zhuang Lichuan was not surprised to be rejected. He smiled bitterly and changed the subject, telling the elder to take a good rest. After that, he sat for a while, drank a few sips of herbal tea, and then got up to leave.

After walking outside the courtyard, Zhuang Lichuan looked back inside the house and asked the third elder beside him, "What do you think?"

The third elder, Zhan Yanfeng, is the youngest of the three. He is only forty years old now, and he is handsome and dignified. He usually has a serious face, and there is not a single fine line on his face over the years. He looks like he is only thirty years old. He glanced back when he heard the words, and then whispered, "Your martial arts skills have been perfected, and this blow will not hurt you, don't worry."

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about the medicine boy who looks like Yuan Ge." Zhuang Lichuan walked forward, stroking his round belly. He was almost as tall as the third elder, but his body was much rounder, making him look even shorter and fatter. Walking on the side, he looked even more like a tumbler. He didn't care at all, just squinting and smiling habitually, "Also, the timing of Nan Yin's appearance was quite strange. Yuan Ge has been dead for so long. Even if he was far away, he should have received the news a long time ago. He should have come a long time ago. Why did he come at this time, and brought such a girl with him? That follower looked not simple either, and should be very skilled."

Compared to his rambling, Zhan Yanfeng was much more concise. After a while, he said, "She is just a little girl. She looks like her. Feng Qingtan is already old and can't train another Yuan Ge."

After these words were spoken, the second elder also fell silent. The two walked side by side for a while, and then tacitly found a reason to go their separate ways at the next intersection.

……

The elder saw the two elders off and went to the cliff behind the library.

That cliff is the forbidden area of ​​Zhixuan Mountain, where Yuan Ge's parents are buried, and now Yuan Ge's brother and sister are also buried...

Sure enough, as soon as the old man reached the cliff, he saw Yuan Ge sitting on the ground leaning against a rock.

The little fellow opened a jar of peach blossom wine and drank it by himself for who knows how long. When he saw me coming, he just lazily raised his eyelids, moved to the side, made up the seat beside him, and then raised the jar of wine in his hand.

The old man took it and smelled it, "Peach Blossom Wine? The ones brewed by Nanyin? Did you dig them up?"

"Hmm." Yuan Ge shook the half glass of wine in his hand, smiled softly with drooping eyebrows, "At that time, I felt that I was about to die, and I thought about a lot. I thought about you, I thought about Yuan Qi, but after thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing to think about. Finally, I began to regret the unopened peach blossom wine under the tree..." I also thought about Jin Su, but she didn't want to mention this name for the time being.

The old man sat down next to her, looked at her, and said nothing. He just raised the jar of wine and took a sip. Then he laughed softly, "Nan Yin, this kid, is quite good at making wine."

Yuan Ge looked up at the sky. The winter in Zhixuan Mountain was much warmer than in Shengjing City. The warm sunshine hit her body, and even the mountain breeze seemed particularly gentle. She squinted her eyes and smiled faintly, "Yes."

"It hurts, right?" The old man suddenly asked, shattering the tenderness of the moment. "Falling from such a high place, I would rather you not have time to think about anything. I heard that Qi'er passed away peacefully at night. The servants who were on guard didn't hear any movement until the morning when they discovered that he was gone."

"That's good." Yuan Ge smiled lightly, with tiny lights in her eyes, but that smile seemed to have quenched the coldness of Shengjing's winter, and even the sunshine of Zhixuan Mountain could not warm it. She slowly turned the cup in her hand, pursed her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Grandfather... did my mother really die because of giving birth to me?"

She didn't look at the other person, even though she knew she should look at him at this time to catch those clues.

But she...didn't dare.