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

This was the first time Song Wenyuan saw a little fox so obviously nervous.

Some are clumsy, some are cute.

Song Wenyuan finally couldn't help it, he smiled suddenly, leaned forward and hugged her tightly. With the warm and soft jade in his arms, the longing for more than a month finally got almost ironing comfort. He rested his head on Yuan Ge's shoulder and laughed softly. The laughter from his chest was deep and pleasant to the ears, "Silly girl, do you look down on yourself, or do you look down on your husband? What kind of personality is my wife? If I still need to judge what kind of personality my Ge'er is based on rumors outside during these days of getting along, wouldn't I be unworthy of being a husband?"

He gently stroked the back of her head, like comforting Wen Xiaobai in Luofengxuan, his technique becoming more and more gentle and skilled, "This world has its own cause and effect, chance, Madam must have accumulated great good deeds in the previous life, so she has the opportunity to be reborn in this life... As for me, I must have been a chivalrous hero in the previous life, so I can meet my wife in this life, don't you think? But my silly girl actually doesn't believe me, just because of such a small matter, she wants to leave without saying goodbye, and I am really heartbroken."

The wings of her nostrils were filled with the familiar green bamboo scent of Song Wenyuan, with a hint of travel-related fatigue. The voice seemed to come from her chest and directly reach her ears which were pressed against her chest, and there seemed to be a slight tremor.

"Madam." He called her, and his eyes were so gentle when she couldn't see him, as if the spring breeze was blowing through the mountains and snow was beginning to melt. He lowered his eyebrows and kissed the top of Yuan Ge's head, "Wen Xiaobai misses you."

"Yeah." She responded, her voice muffled, as if she had been wronged.

"Me too."

Wen Xiaobai misses you, and so do I.

Yuan Ge trembled slightly, and the faint sour feeling in her chest spread out little by little. She called him, her voice muffled, as if she had been wronged, "Song Wenyuan..."

"Ok?"

"Song Wenyuan..."

"Ah."

The other party was very patient, and did not ask or urge her, but only responded in a calm voice. She called him and he responded. His fingers stroked her hair from time to time, occasionally pulling one or two strands of hair. The vague and ambiguous feeling made her heart beat faster. During these days since she left Shengjing, she occasionally thought of Song Wenyuan, but those almost unfamiliar emotions just arose and were deliberately suppressed by herself. Until this moment, when this person was really standing beside her, those emotions that she had hidden by herself finally overturned like a tide.

She said, "I left in a hurry because I was afraid to see fear and disappointment in your eyes. I was afraid that you couldn't accept me like this... Song Wenyuan, I, I miss you too."

"I know." Song Wenyuan smiled gently and kissed the little girl's hair again. "My wife, who looks fearless, is actually a coward." After saying that, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against hers, laughing and behaving intimately.

……

That night, because Song Wenyuan had just arrived at Zhixuan Mountain, Yuan Ge did not go to Ma's house with Nan Yin for dinner. Moreover, their relationship with Zhan Yanfeng had become obviously bad, and they were not willing to flatter others to act like "I'm fine, you're fine, everyone is fine". Naturally, he stayed in the medicine garden to have dinner with the two old men.

Song Wenyuan had just arrived, so naturally he had to drink. As the two old men took turns drinking, he soon became unable to drink any more and lay straight on the table without saying a word.

The elder was almost half drunk. Looking at Song Wenyuan who had finally fallen down, he sneered, "Your alcohol tolerance is too poor! You're not as good as an old man like me!"

Yuan Ge didn't drink a drop of wine, and didn't help anyone the whole time. He just ate his meal by himself. Hearing this, he smiled and praised, "That's right. Apart from the teacher who can drink with you over the years, who in Zhixuan Mountain can drink more than you! Grandfather, you are still strong and healthy!"

Feng Qingtan was also disgusted and rolled his eyes one after another, "Yes, it's a little bit behind. Let's practice with this damn boy more while he's still in the mountains!"

The elder immediately agreed, "Yes! Practice, practice every day! If you don't practice well, you are not allowed to leave the mountain!"

"Yes, yes! This method is very good!"

Yuan Ge glanced at Nan Yin who had been left aside by the two elders, and shook her head helplessly. These two old naughty boys, they wanted to drink and bully Song Wenyuan, but they had to speak so high-soundingly. The two of them were over a hundred years old in total, but they were like children who had never grown up. She stood up and poured wine for them both, and whispered, "He can't drink well, and I only have this one husband, so you two should take it easy."

Feng Qingtan waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's okay. There is only one now, but it may not be the case in the future. If my good disciple likes someone, just tell me, it's just a matter of a dose of poison, and I'll bring him back to you! Our Zhixuan Mountain is big and can accommodate him."

Look, what kind of words does this sound like?

There was a grandfather who nodded in agreement, "Now there is only one, and his elbow is bent outward. When there are more in the future, it will not be surprising. Then they will know that they are bending towards us."

It hits it off.

It's really interesting.

Yuan Ge shook his head repeatedly and watched the two old men huddled together, plotting how to take advantage of the next few days to bully the man who had inexplicably kidnapped their granddaughter. It was not until midnight that he made the excuse that it was getting late and took Nan Yin to send Song Wenyuan back.

The guest house that Nan Yin prepared for Song Wenyuan was right next to the medicine garden. Zhixuan Mountain had few guests, so most of the guest houses were vacant. The yard near the medicine garden had never been occupied. Fortunately, the servants had nothing to do recently, and they had tidied up the yard in an afternoon. The two of them helped the unconscious Song Wenyuan back to the house. Nan Yin got some hot water and went in, then closed the door and left with a tactful look.

It was not known whether it was intentional or negligence, but there were no servants in the yard. Yuan Ge then noticed that Song Wenyuan was alone on this trip, and Lin Mu and Yan Huo were not brought with him. No one knew why.

In short, the current situation is that in the entire empty yard, there is only Yuan Ge left who can serve this drunkard.

Yuan Ge took off his shoes and outer robe for him, and wrung out a towel to clean his face and hands. When his fingers touched the side of his neck, he suddenly reacted and retracted his hand as if it was burned. However, the other party whimpered as if in pain and said something indistinctly. Yuan Ge didn't hear clearly, so he moved closer and asked him, "What?"

"Madam..." Song Wenyuan called again, his voice was vague but beautiful. He looked at her with drunken eyes and stretched out his hand, "Madam, Ge'er..."

While interlacing their fingers, they giggled, showing a bit of confusion and innocence.