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

Zhan Yanfeng still remembered that before Nan Yin entered Feng Qingtan Sect, he was the most troublesome student in Qianshan.

He was disobedient and impetuous, always causing trouble, and fighting and skipping classes were common occurrences. Most of the teachers and students at Qianshan complained about him, but he enjoyed it and became even worse.

Zhan Yanfeng couldn't bear it, and repeatedly advised him earnestly, saying that the opportunity to study in Zhixuan Mountain was a rare opportunity, and many people couldn't knock on the door even though they had real money, so he should cherish this great truth.

Unexpectedly, Nan Yin was very "clear-headed". He said that he was just here to spend his days, and that he would be able to show off when he got down from the mountain. As for other things, he didn't care.

This was the first time that Zhan Yanfeng had ever met such a stubborn person. He was just like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard. But the boy was really intelligent and could always answer the questions in the classroom tests. He couldn't even find a legitimate reason to drive him down the mountain.

Until Nan Yin entered the medicine garden.

Zhan Yanfeng didn't know how Nanyin entered the medicine garden. He only knew that one day, the medicine boy beside Feng Qingtan came to tell him that Nanyin had entered the medicine garden, and that the lessons in the front mountain would be delayed. Zhan Yanfeng was surprised. Feng Lao occasionally came to the front mountain to teach, but the only disciple he had was Yuan Ge. He loved and doted on Yuan Ge, and everyone in Zhixuan Mountain knew about it. Why did he accept another disciple now? The medicine boy bent down to explain that he was not a disciple, but just a student.

They were all kept by his side and given special treatment, so what was the difference? Zhan Yanfeng didn't understand, but the old man said it was different, so it was different. No one could argue with him, his little Ge'er must be his chief disciple and his last disciple.

After that, Nan Yin seemed like a completely different person.

Although he still does his own thing and refuses to be controlled, at least he no longer causes trouble. Even if he is occasionally ridiculed and targeted by others when he comes to the front mountain, he just laughs it off. He seems to have matured a lot. There is only one person who is an exception to all of his rules. He can be furious for her, but he can also stop for her...but there is only one person, and that is Yuan Ge.

But just now, in this room, he saw a familiar scene again... Zhan Yanfeng frowned and sneered, "After all, we are young, even love doesn't last long..." He shook his head and sneered, and when he saw the steward peeking at the door, his face suddenly turned cold and he ordered, "Clean up this place."

The steward bowed and came in, picking up the broken cups on the ground while secretly looking at the Third Master who was sitting beside him in a daze. After hesitating for a long time, he called out carefully, "Third Master..."

"Hmm?" The other party didn't even raise his eyelids, and just said in a calm voice, "Go and rest after you finish cleaning."

"Yes." The steward responded in a low voice, and then secretly raised his eyelids to look at his own Third Master. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he tentatively said, "Third Master, I was in the dark just now, watching Madam Song and Nan Yin leave. I don't know why I always feel weird and uneasy."

The other party finally looked up, with an extremely nonchalant glance. After reading, he retracted his gaze to pick up the book that he had not finished reading. His voice was also slow, "What's weird?" Although he asked this, he didn't seem to care about the answer to this question and was absent-minded.

The steward squatted on the ground with a few broken porcelain pieces in his pocket, frowning as he chose his words carefully, "It's a bit too intimate, pulling and tugging, laughing and joking... I also heard Master Nanyin calling the young lady aunt, living ancestor, etc... You say..."

Zhan Yanfeng was startled, and his expression tightened almost instantly, "You said...what did Nan Yin call her?"

"Auntie, living ancestor, etc..." The steward was interrupted. He wiped the floor with a towel to make sure there were no broken pieces of porcelain, and then continued, "You tell me, this Young Master Nanyin really has no concept of gender separation. He was like this with Miss Yuan Ge before, and now that Wen Qian is married, he is still like this... It is said that Young Master Nanyin and Mr. Song grew up together, and as the saying goes, a friend's wife should not be teased, he doesn't care at all. But if this is seen by gossipers and spread out, it will be fine for him as an unmarried man, but the reputation of the young master's wife will be gone..."

Gossip is usually like this. One starts out cautiously, but as the conversation goes on one forgets the initial fear and gradually becomes fluent, not even noticing that the opposite master has a dark complexion.

After all, he was an old man who had served him for many years. Although Zhan Yanfeng was so angry that his face turned black, he did not lose his temper. He just waved his hand and said, "I know. Just take care of your own business. You don't need to worry about other people's business. Just clean up and get out."

"Yes." The steward retreated in response, but when he reached the door, he paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask again, "Third Master, do you think... Miss Yuan Ge is not dead at all?"

Zhan Yanfeng stood up almost instantly and blurted out a rebuke, "What nonsense! With so many people watching the sealed coffin, the layers of coffins, the nails nailed shut, how could he crawl out? Don't say such weird things again in the future!"

"But no one can prove that the bloody person is Miss Yuan Ge..." The steward muttered softly. Seeing that Zhan Yanfeng was already unhappy, he swallowed the grievance that was on the tip of his tongue, bowed and left. If he were to say, this young lady has always had the most tricks, good martial arts, and high-level methods. She is an ancestor of poison. How could she die in the mouths of several poisonous snakes in the end?

Even if the fall off the cliff was real, there was no guarantee that she would not die. She found someone with a similar appearance and made a bloody ghost-stricken human skin mask. As for herself, she might be hiding somewhere watching the people on Zhixuan Mountain mourning for her! Who knew that the joke was too big, and Yuan Qi, who was hanging on with only one breath, was frightened away by this. Yuan Ge naturally did not dare to show up again, and the fake death could only be regarded as real death...

Zhan Yanfeng naturally could not have imagined that the steward who had served him for many years and who seemed honest most of the time could have come up with such a story that even the most amazing person could not tell.

He slowly leaned back in his chair, looking at the shadows cast by the candlelight on the ceiling, and sighed for a long while... Aunt? Living ancestor?

Nan Yin indeed called Yuan Ge like this.

At that time, the unrestrained and romantic young man gave all his tenderness and helplessness to Yuan Ge... and only to Yuan Ge.

The breeze blew by, the candlelight trembled slightly, and the light and shadow on the ceiling also trembled violently, and then gradually stabilized. Zhan Yanfeng frowned in that tremor, and he belatedly paid attention to the slightly aggrieved muttering of the steward before he left... Yuan Ge could disguise himself, and Zhan Yanfeng had always known this.