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

This little girl!

"You, you dare to say anything!" Feng Qingtan shook his head, raised his hand and tapped Yuan Ge's head, and smiled, "After all, he is of the same generation as your grandfather. It's okay that you didn't get along with him in the past, but now you dare to say his romantic gossip... It's unruly!"

"Hehe." Yuan Ge touched his nose, moved his butt closer, and pulled Feng Qingtan's arm with a malicious smile, "Teacher, mentor? You have been in Zhixuan Mountain for so long, and you are in a high position and have great power. I believe you must know a lot of inside information. Why don't you take advantage of the gentle breeze and good sunlight today to talk to us?"

Gentle breeze? Sunny and sunny? Lin Mu looked up at the gloomy and windy weather, and silently exchanged glances with Yan Huo. He felt that after knowing the identity of the young lady, he felt that he was really deaf and blind in the past. How could such an ancestor be the little sheep of the Wen family?

"What are you talking about? The romantic affairs of our elders?" Feng Qingtan raised his eyelids and sneered, "That's unruly!"

"I have nothing to do anyway, so just tell me... Mentor, good mentor?" Yuan Ge coaxed with a playful smile, almost half of his body hanging on Feng Qingtan. However, the little girl had no patience. She called the old man twice and saw that the old man did not nod. She let go of her hand, her face became stern, and she snorted, "Old man, are you going to tell me or not?"

The "good mentor" became an "old man", and it was very justified.

Lin Mu was so frightened that his heart trembled, but Feng Qingtan laughed out loud, "I have heard you call me Feng Lao for such a long time, but now I feel more intimate when I hear you call me 'old man'. Well, well, since you said that the breeze is gentle and the sun is bright, I will talk to you. In all these years since I came to the mountain, I have never seen any women around Zhan Yanfeng... As I said at the beginning, there is no mother among those who are alive in his courtyard."

"I was curious a few years ago, so I went to him for a drink, thinking of getting him drunk and getting some information out of him." He felt a little embarrassed to say this in front of the younger generation. The old man laughed, and his cunningness was exactly the same as Yuan Ge's. "He can't drink much. He was dazed after just two glasses. He said that he liked a girl in his early years, but he couldn't get her. The girl got married and he was alone now. He also said that he carved a wooden hairpin by himself... Tsk tsk, I think Zhan Yanfeng is also naive and stupid. He gave a girl something to express his feelings, and he actually gave her a wooden hairpin he carved himself. Which girl likes to wear a wooden hairpin on her head, don't you think?"

"Besides, I've never seen him carve anything on a normal day, so I guess his craftsmanship isn't that impressive. No wonder the girl ran away with someone else..."

The old man seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, blabbering on about gossips that he was very interested in. However, Yuan Ge's heart suddenly skipped a beat, "Wooden hairpin?"

Feng Qingtan nodded, "Yes, that's what Zhan Yanfeng said. Why, have you seen it?"

"I have seen her... If I remember correctly, Hong Lan has always worn a wooden hairpin on her head." Yuan Ge glanced at Lin Mu, pointed to the door, and motioned him to bring Hong Lan over. He then said, "I have been curious before. Hong Lan has always been very particular about her clothes and grooming, but that wooden hairpin seems out of place. Could it be that Hong Lan is the Third Elder's favorite? A beauty hidden in a wooden house in the mountains? But why do these unmarried men and women have to suffer like this? Have you ever heard that Hong Lan has been married?"

The last question was asked by Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "Before, I only knew that Hong Lan and Tong were close, and I never deliberately investigated their other backgrounds. After all, I thought it was just some romantic affairs, but I underestimated it." The mama-san of Fengyue Place is actually the accountant beside Elder Zhixuanshan, or... his confidante.

Yuan Ge rested his chin on the stone table with both hands, frowning slightly, "I always feel that this shouldn't be the case... The Third Elder is the most old-fashioned and conservative. He always says 'rules and rules' on weekdays, but when it comes to me, he is so... unorthodox? He wants to snatch the one he loves away from home even if she is married? And then Sister Hong couldn't bear the humiliation and fled from Zhixuan Mountain to Shengjing to open that wine shop? If that's the case, why should he keep thinking about that wooden hairpin..."

Just as he was still struggling, Lin Mu came over with Hong Lan, whose hands were tied behind her back, followed by Master Xu, who was waving a folding fan and looked very romantic.

Yuan Ge looked at Hong Lan, chuckled and called out, "Mother Hong, long time no see. Or, according to the address here, should I call you Sister Hong? It's just that you are much older than me, that's all, it's awkward for me to call you that, so I'll just call you Mother Hong."

After saying that, he looked at the other person's hair. The wooden hairpin was gone, and the black hair was only tied up with a wolf-hair brush. The loose hair looked quite charming.

From this point of view, Hong Lan should have met Zhan Yanfeng.

"Young Madam..." Hong Lan glanced at everyone in the courtyard, raised her chin slightly, and smiled gently and calmly, without any sense of being a prisoner. "Lord Song is here too, and we are all acquaintances. I haven't seen you all for a long time. Are you all well?"

"Not bad." Yuan Ge nodded and greeted her. His eyes fell on the other person's hair. He asked with a smile, "Where is the wooden hairpin in Hong Mama's hair? Why is it gone?"

The other person's calm expression suddenly changed, and then quickly disappeared and returned to normal. With her hands tied behind her back, she just tilted her head and curled her lips indifferently, "Maybe it fell when we were walking on the mountain road. It's a worthless thing anyway, so it's lost. I didn't expect that the young lady is so meticulous that she even cares about a wooden hairpin of mine..."

"It's not that I'm so careful, but every time I see you, you wear that hairpin, so I guess it's your favorite thing."

"It's not something I love, I just picked it up." Hong Lan smiled, "It's just like the pen I'm using now, it's nothing serious... But the young lady had me tied up and brought here, I wonder if this is the way Zhixuanshan treats guests or... the way Kejingbo's mansion treats guests?"

"Guest?" Song Wenyuan slowly put down the teacup in his hand and looked sideways. "Sister Hong, have you forgotten one thing? You are not a guest... You are a fugitive from Jingzhao Prefecture, and I was entrusted by Lord Yao, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, to bring you back. You were able to escape from the heavily guarded prison, which shows that you are very capable. I dare not take it lightly, so I will tie you up properly."

Even though she was pointed out as a fugitive, Hong Lan did not care. She smiled with the calm joy of meeting an old friend who had not seen her for many years. She was already very charming, and her smile was even more gentle at this moment. "Yes, if Lord Song hadn't told me, I would have forgotten... I am a fugitive."