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

New Year’s Eve, midnight.

As day and night turn into the New Year's Eve, when families gather together to celebrate the coming of the new year, some people leave the city overnight, while others quietly enter the city.

On the distant Zhixuan Mountain, in the medicine garden, three rounds of drinking had already been served. Everyone was a little tipsy and sat in a circle in a crooked manner. Even the book judge was less tense than usual and sat on the stone bench with his legs tucked in, smiling faintly.

Only Murong Yuxuan was on pins and needles the whole time. He was afraid that he had not tasted anything after drinking for so long. He drank when others raised their glasses and laughed when others talked. He scratched his head and tugged at his clothes from time to time. He was awkward and awkward from head to toe. When asked, he said nothing happened.

But the words "something happened, something big happened" were written everywhere.

Until this moment, when everyone was satisfied with their meals and drinks, he took out a small brocade bag from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to Yuan Ge. He opened his mouth, but suddenly became speechless. He hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to address her. "You... I... Although our relationship is only known to you, but today is special..."

Yuan Ge looked at the small sachet in the other person's hand, then at the other person's uneasy appearance, and subconsciously sat up straight.

"There are some things that I won't ask if you don't tell me, but no matter who you are, you are always their child." Murong Yuxuan smiled honestly and warmly, "I... I haven't been an uncle, so I don't know the customs and rules of the New Year, but I asked the old people in the mountains these days, and they said that the elders giving "lucky money" can ensure that the younger generation will have good luck and good health in the coming year. Qianqian... No, I should call you Ge'er, Ge'er, just a little bit of my heart, for the sake of good luck, accept it."

"Thank you, uncle. Actually, it's not necessary. After all, I'm not a child anymore..."

Yuan Ge chuckled as he stood up to answer it, but someone suddenly called out, "Wait! Xiao Ge'er, where did your uncle come from? Boy, what's your name?" The voice was a little high, a little urgent, and the words were unclear with a big tongue. It was Feng Qingtan, who was already drunk and slept for a while holding the wine jar.

He staggered to his feet, slapped Yuan Ge's hand away before he could take the lucky money, and pulled the little girl behind him. He then raised his head and looked at the other person with difficulty. Although the other person was surprised, he still took a step back and bowed politely, "Master Feng, my name is Murong Yuxuan, and I am Murong Shaoai's..."

"Get out!" Before he finished speaking, Feng Lao's face had changed. He roared at the other party with a sullen look, "Get out! The medicine garden does not welcome people from the Murong family!"

Murong Yuxuan was stunned, and so were all of them. Old Feng had a bit of an odd temper, but he was really good to his own people. His "own people" usually referred to Yuan Ge, Yuan Ge's relatives and friends, and people who were good to Yuan Ge from the bottom of their hearts. This situation had never happened before. Yuan Ge looked at Murong Yuxuan, and then at Feng Qingtan, "Teacher...what's wrong? He is indeed my uncle, my biological son, and he has been very good to me along the way, protecting me everywhere, and even saved my life in Shengjing City."

After saying that, he kept winking at Xu Chengjin: Hurry up and persuade him!

Xu Chengjin opened his mouth. His eloquence, which was usually great at making jokes, was now just a perfunctory response. "This is true, teacher. I can testify to it."

"I know it's true. It's because I saw that he protected you and took care of you all the way that I just let him go by himself. Otherwise, I would have told your grandfather to throw him off the mountain!" Feng Qingtan raised his hand with a cold face, "Master Murong, please come in! Today I will make it clear that not only my medicine garden does not welcome you, but the entire Zhixuan Mountain does not welcome you! Master Murong, you'd better get down the mountain as soon as possible!"

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

Yuan Ge was also somewhat angry in her heart. She suppressed her anger and patiently reasoned with Feng Qingtan, "Teacher, let's not talk about him being my uncle. Let's just say he is really just a follower I brought up here. He didn't do anything wrong during the New Year. I can't let him go down the mountain at this time, right? What do you think, teacher?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingtan blurted out without thinking, "It's his fault that his last name is Murong! If his last name is Murong, he shouldn't be here!"

Seeing that he was being too unreasonable, Yuan Ge frowned and said in a fierce tone, "Then I also have the blood of the Murong family in my body. Does that mean I am no longer welcome in this medicine garden? My mother's surname is also Murong. Doesn't that mean her body and her tablet are not worthy of being placed on this Zhixuan Mountain?"

Xu Chengjin secretly thought that this was not good, and quickly spoke out to stop him, "Yuan Ge, shut up!"

But it was too late. The first disagreement in history made the master and disciple lose their minds. One felt that the teacher was inexplicable and unreasonable, while the other was heartbroken that the disciple, who had been devoted to him for most of his life, not only recognized the thief as his husband but also planned to betray his teacher and ancestors. He was so angry that he burst into the most ferocious roar in history at Yuan Ge, "You know shit! Your mother was killed by them! Your brother is also killed by them-"

……

The sound stopped suddenly.

When the wind blows, you can hear a pin drop.

The entire medicine garden was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. Yuan Junfeng walked to the entrance of the medicine garden with the carefully prepared New Year's gift in his pocket. He heard Feng Qingtan's roar. He staggered slightly and the blood drained from his face instantly. He slowly leaned against the outer wall, lowered his head and slowly sighed... This day has finally arrived.

Yuan Ge looked at this person and that person, looking helpless as if he was trying to see some hint of joking on everyone's face.

But she failed.

Apart from the crowd who were equally dumbfounded, only Feng Qingtan was looking away, knowing that he had spoken out of turn.

"My mother..." Yuan Ge's voice was hoarse, "Didn't my mother die of complications during childbirth?" She thought about the timing and the hidden reasons behind her mother's death, but she really couldn't accept it... Her biological mother died at the hands of her own family. Even though she had speculated about this before, when the truth was laid out before her, she still found it absurd, not to mention the unfinished words at the end: they also killed her brother...

"Teacher, my brother..."

"Your mother didn't die of childbirth." Feng Qingtan sighed, and as the sigh fell to the ground, he looked like he had suddenly aged several years. He said weakly, "Your mother died when you were four years old. The people of Murong's family climbed up Zhixuan Mountain on the pretext of visiting relatives. Your parents treated you warmly, but who would have thought that they were actually doing this for, for..." The rest of his words turned into a sigh and dissipated in the wind.