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

The rain came down heavily, with raindrops as big as beans hitting the branches and leaves of the evergreen trees. Nothing could be heard between heaven and earth except the sound of wind and rain.

At that time, I didn't notice anything in the secret room.

Zhuang Mengdie supported Zhuang Lichuan as he walked on the slippery cobblestone path. The old man had become increasingly fatter and larger over the years, and at this moment he was sinking even more. Zhuang Mengdie walked with difficulty, one foot deep and one foot shallow, but she couldn't help thinking about the secret room that isolated all the sounds of wind and rain. They all said that Yuan Ge hid all her life's work in that secret room, and those who could see people and those who couldn't, those who saved people and those who harmed people, those who were famous enough to be recorded in history or those who were infamous for eternity, were all locked in the darkness by a mechanical lock.

At first, she was disdainful. Yuan Ge didn't understand the principle that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, which even a three-year-old child understands. If everything is locked in one place, wouldn't it be obvious that thieves can just go to the secret room to steal Yuan Ge's things? The mechanism can't be opened? At worst, the house can be demolished! Now she knows that it's probably not easy to demolish the house either...

Thinking about all these random things, I didn't know how long it took before I finally helped Zhuang Lichuan back to the yard. Both the grandfather and grandson looked like they had just been fished out of the lake, and it was drizzling from head to toe.

The servants who were on night watch in the courtyard were startled. They really didn't understand why the second elder came back from outside in such a mess when he had obviously slept... Looking at the two people who were equally embarrassed, they still kept silent wisely. They just hurriedly helped the second elder change into clean clothes and went to call a doctor overnight. The old doctor had gone to bed early. He heard in a daze that the second elder was unconscious. He waved his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "It's late at night, it's time to go to bed!" After that, he yawned...

Before the yawn was over, the anxious servants picked up the medicine box beside them, carried the doctor and ran away. The yawning old man was carried to the second elder, trembling as he adjusted his dripping robe and trembling as he felt the pulse. He felt the pulse with a serious expression for a long while, and his face became particularly ugly. "It's late at night! It's late at night! The second elder is so tired. He would be fine after a few days of good sleep. But you mobilized a large force to carry me here! What? Do you want me to wake him up to make him more tired?!"

Zhuang Mengdie, who stayed behind because she was worried, was also stunned. She confirmed in disbelief, "Just, just tired?"

The doctor's face became even worse. "What do you mean by just? If ordinary people are tired, they just need to take a good rest. But look, the Second Elder has fainted from exhaustion! You can imagine how long it has been since the Second Elder had a good rest! You can't even tell whether he is sick or tired. How are you servants serving him? What's the point of calling me here at this time? Light some calming incense and let the elder have a good sleep! ... Nonsense!"

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the unhappy doctor and the servant who kept nodding with his head in shame. She felt as if a big stone in her chest fell down and bounced up again. Her chest ached with the falling and bouncing. Was he just fainted from fatigue? But she could see clearly that her grandfather had internal injuries! How could he just be tired?

At that time, the other party also said that as long as I rested and slept well for three days, I would recover naturally. But why couldn't he feel the pulse of injury or poisoning?

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the doctor who was complaining about the servants' nonsense. For a moment, she didn't know whether the doctor's skills were inferior to others or the little medicine boy was really that powerful? The last person who used poison so skillfully and without leaving any trace was Yuan Ge... She didn't know why she kept thinking of Yuan Ge recently, especially when she saw the little medicine boy, she couldn't help comparing her with Yuan Ge. It wasn't the similar appearance, but a certain intangible, indescribable, and inexplicable feeling.

It makes people feel a little concerned and also a little fearful.

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After seeing the doctor off, Zhuang Mengdie went back to her own yard. After all the trouble, it was almost dawn, but the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

The next morning, the servants, who had almost not slept the whole night and had to get up early, were shocked to find a strange, cold-faced guard guarding the gate of the courtyard. They tried to talk to him but he did not respond and seemed to be difficult to get along with.

After Zhuang Lichuan took in several concubines, he expanded his original courtyard a little bit, but they all lived in one courtyard. After a few years, his children gradually increased, and this courtyard became a little crowded, and there were many quarrels. Zhuang Lichuan then gave the vacant guest house next to it to his concubines and children, and lived a carefree life alone.

Now it is convenient to be under house arrest.

Of course, the statement to the public was not house arrest. The guards said that the first elder felt very guilty when he received the news of the second elder's collapse this morning, so he decided to let him take good care of his body and not let the trivial matters in the mountains disturb the second elder. However, the first elder also knew the second elder's temperament and he would definitely not be able to sit still, so he asked someone to watch over him. Not long after that, Feng Qingtan came in person to take the pulse and treat the patient. He also said that he was indeed exhausted, but it was not a big deal. He just needed to take good care of himself. Then he wrote a prescription for conditioning and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

That afternoon, after the Great Elder heard about the joke that the servants in the courtyard had made yesterday, he specially arranged for "more reliable" people to come and take care of it. By the way, he also moved away all the account books in Zhuang Lichuan's courtyard on the grounds of sympathizing with the elder's years of hard work.

It is obvious that the economic power of Zhixuan Mountain has fallen into the hands of others.

When things got to this point, smart people all knew what was going on: the Second Elder was under house arrest.

Zhan Yanfeng arrived late, and after he sat down, he got straight to the point as usual, asking Yuan Junfeng, "What's going on? I heard that the second brother was sick, so I went to visit him but was stopped, saying that he needed to rest. He is now unconscious, and I'm afraid that you can't wake him up even if you beat gongs and drums in his ears, so why can't I even visit him?"

The Great Elder lowered his eyes to sip his tea, and raised his eyelids with an expression that made him feel happy or angry. Then he said calmly, "Master Feng said that although he is asleep now, he can still hear and feel you talking in his ear. In order to let him rest well, he had to resort to this desperate measure."

Feng Qingtan has always been in the same boat with Yuan Junfeng!

Zhan Yanfeng held back the words and asked again, "I heard that you took over the business from the second brother? Who do you plan to hand it over to? Nan Yin? Or the little girl who has been doing horse stance in your yard these days?"

"You mean Jianshu? She will be gone soon..." The old man put down his teacup and chuckled, "Zhuang Lichuan has indeed suffered a lot over the years. It was this incident that made me realize that we are all old, and Zhixuan Mountain must be handed over to the young people... Unfortunately, now neither you nor I have anyone to inherit, and then we can only rely on the second brother's group of descendants... After all, this Zhixuan Mountain belongs to them."

It's very suggestive, and seems to be an attempt to sow discord and instigate.

Zhan Yanfeng lowered his eyes and remained silent. Yuan Junfeng was a martial arts fanatic, and all he had done over the years was martial arts for his two grandchildren. It would be too difficult for him to sow discord between them in a suggestive way... Maybe he was just overthinking it.