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

Even Zhan Yanfeng himself didn't know how long it had been before he managed to find his voice again, "You..."

His heart was screaming, "This is ridiculous!" His mind was also telling him that such a thing could never happen. He had watched the child being found and buried with his own eyes. Even though the body was in a mess, he would never mistake it.

How can a dead person be resurrected?

But...what if? When people reach this age, they feel that there are unspeakable mysteries and opportunities in the world. Maybe there are really two people in this world who are so similar that even blood relatives can't tell them apart. These two people appeared in the same forest at the same time and fell into the same snake cave by coincidence. In the end, one escaped and the other stayed.

What kind of chance does this require? They say that a coincidence that is too coincidental is no longer a coincidence.

But...what if? What if? That's what if? Ever since she was born, that child seemed to lack a bit of luck. She just kept bumping into the wall with her reckless spirit. She really couldn't be considered to have been blessed by God. What if...all her luck in this life was spent on escaping death this time? Reason clamored that it was impossible, but emotion could not help but look forward to that almost tiny possibility.

"Then you...you, since you...since you still..." He opened his mouth again, not knowing how to describe the current situation. For the first time in his life, he found that language was pale and powerless. He was silent for a moment, and finally chose to avoid the topic, only asking, "If that's the case, why don't you come back? If you come back, Qi'er won't..." It was a simple sentence, but he said it haltingly.

In just a few days, two children died one after another. Yuan Junfeng was not the only one who was devastated. The brother and sister had always been close. Since she was still alive, why didn't she come back to see them? At least... at least bring back a message that they were safe, so that the poor child would not end up like this...

With two children passing away one after another, it wasn't just Yuan Junfeng who was devastated. If she was still alive, why didn't she come back? Why had there been no news for so long? He was not without resentment, but at this point, he had lost the position to question.

So, in the end, there was silence and the atmosphere was awkward.

"I..." Yuan Ge pursed his lips, finally lowered his head and said softly, "I don't know. When I woke up, I was no longer in Zhixuan Mountain. When I received the news, more than a month had passed. I wanted to rush back as soon as possible, but I met Jin Su. She used the secret technique stolen from my secret room to commit crimes and kill people. I couldn't just watch and do nothing... I met her, but she kept saying that I blocked the way of many people and that countless people on Zhixuan Mountain hoped I would die."

Life and death are the most difficult things to talk about. Even though the bridge turned a corner and Mengpo soup was picked up and put down, the word "death" cannot be spoken lightly. Yuan Ge sighed for a long time and said, "I don't know whether it is true or not, so I don't dare to come back rashly. In addition, my brother had passed away and my grandfather was still in seclusion. Even if I came back, it would be useless."

"Third uncle." She looked at Zhan Yanfeng who was staring at her, and her words became softer and calmer. She said, "I'm sorry. I didn't treat you honestly at the beginning, and that's why I had this concern."

The face is similar to hers, and the eyes are not concealed at all. Compared with the previous rebelliousness, she is more calm and composed. She looks a little strange, but after a careful description, she looks like an old friend. Yuan Ge and her mother have completely opposite personalities. One is lively and the other is calm. One is free and unrestrained, and the other is forbearing and thoughtful. Even though they look similar, they will never be mistaken.

Unfortunately, the child's facial features no longer resemble those of the old friend, but the color of his eyes looks more and more like the other person.

At that time, that person also had the same look in her eyes. She slowly raised her eyelids and looked over. Her palm-sized face looked even paler than paper in her bright red wedding dress. She bent her knees slightly, her posture elegant, reminding people of the south bank of the river, with drizzling rain and willows swaying in the wind. That person was like a weak willow in the wind, her eyes calm and compassionate, and she said with a smile, "It must be Third Uncle."

She had a beautiful voice, gentle and soft, with a somewhat soft ending, which made my ears numb.

At first sight, he thought she was a delicate flower that could not stand the wind, frost, rain and snow. Who knew that although she looked delicate, she was stubborn... No matter how he talked to her, she would not listen. In a hurry, she might have revealed a little bit of her feelings in her words, and she avoided him like a snake and scorpion, as if the distance between men and women had broken down... He knew what she meant, that she didn't want to be involved in any rumors and embarrass everyone. But he was not a young boy who knew nothing and just plunged into it, so how could he put her in a dilemma?

But the child she left behind was not at all like her in character. He was smart, cunning, and... shameless.

It's rare to hear her call him "Third Elder" properly on normal days. She would call him "Third Uncle" whenever he made a mistake or wanted to do something bad.

Everyone in Zhixuan Mountain knew that he was afraid of being mentioned about his generation, age and his inevitably aging face, but she violated his taboos again and again, with a bit of cunning, and was quite proud of it... Little did he know that she had stopped pretending to be good and had more of the shadow of the old person, so the "Third Uncle" seemed to have spanned a long time, colliding and overlapping with the "Third Uncle" at the end of the years, and in the falling powder, there was a helpless sigh... What's more, the child who was thought to have passed away was standing in front of him alive, how could he complain at all?

The fingertips that were tightly clenched behind his back finally loosened slowly. Zhan Yanfeng sighed softly, his eyes passed over the other person's slightly unfamiliar face, and then he slowly walked to the table and sat down, saying, "Sit down. I guess no one expects me to come back, so the tea is naturally not prepared... Sorry for the neglect. I think my life is ruined. Even if I can save my life, I think I will have to waste it in the dark prison... If you still want to hear some things, then sit down."

Just as he said, even though he was used as a trap by others, every single one of these things was related to him.

What's more, Zhan Yanfeng is not innocent in this.

Yuan Ge pressed his lips together, walked to the table and sat down, then said, "If you don't mention your old stories, I won't ask. But no matter what you know about the Murong family, you must tell me."

Their eyes met, equally frank, yet equally cautious.