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

Song Wenyuan understood, but he didn't let go. He didn't care about other people's eyes, and now he was facing a strange face, so he was even more casual. He picked a lifelike rabbit from the candy stall and threw it to Yuan Ge. The little girl was usually aggressive, but when she looked back just now, her eyes were red, and she looked like a white rabbit.

Yuan Ge took the rabbit and stared at it in surprise. Zhi Xuanshan had never really secluded herself from the world, but she was lazy by nature. Even when she went down the mountain in recent years, it was to buy medicinal herbs. She was concerned about her brother's illness and hurried back and forth. After careful calculation, this was really the first sugar man she had held in her hand... She and the rabbit looked at each other in confusion for a moment, and shook her head after a while, "No need... I just feel familiar with it. I can't remember where I have seen it for a while. Maybe it was in a dream, or maybe... in my previous life."

Young Master Song, who was paying the money, staggered and almost fell over with his head. What's wrong with the daughter of the Wen family? Why is she talking about things from her past life with a look of grief?

How could Song Wenyuan possibly believe something that Song Ziyao didn't believe? But he had become accustomed to the little girl's secrets, and for some reason, he had never really investigated.

Although he was curious, he stubbornly waited for her to tell him in person.

So at this moment, he did not ask any more questions, but just held the "boy's" hand, slowed down his pace, and walked through the streets openly.

On the third floor of Zuihuan Building, in a room facing the intersection, there was only a dim oil lamp lit and the window was half open. The flame was blown by the evening breeze, drifting like a lone boat on the vast ocean, casting light and shadows like surging waves on the wall.

The woman in the light and shadow stood by the window, without the enthusiasm of welcoming and seeing off people in the past. Her bright face was a little blurred, unable to tell whether she was happy or angry. She looked at the three people walking away downstairs, and suddenly curved her eyebrows, "The little girl is so interesting, she has a face that changes a lot... Every time I see her, she looks different."

I really want to... make friends with you.

But they were destined to be in opposing positions.

"Isn't that right?" Hong Lan stopped smiling and sighed softly before turning to look at the woman in the dark. The woman stood aside with her head bowed. She was wearing a light purple dress and a veil covering her face, so her eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly. Hong Lan tilted her head to look at her and called softly, "Jin Su..."

Jin Su shook her head, her voice was neither hot nor cold, and a little distant, "This is the first time Wen Qian and I have met, so I don't know how to react. I just don't understand why she suddenly chased me out the door, it scared me."

Hong Lan laughed out loud. She was sweet and bright with a gentle voice. When she tilted her head and chuckled, she really had the charm of a demon queen who brought disaster to the country.

"I thought... Jin Su, who betrayed her master time and time again, had nothing to fear from you. How come a woman from the inner chamber made you run away from me in terror?"

The other party suddenly raised her head, and in the dim light, her eyebrows and eyes above the gauze seemed to be filled with the poison called "hatred". She clenched her fists and stared at Hong Lan, gritting her teeth and speaking every word, "This time! I don't want to betray you! You forced me to do it!"

"I didn't think about it..." Hong Lan seemed to be amused. She sneered and reminded him, "But you still did it. Tell me, if Yuan Ge knew about this in the afterlife, would he regret being so open with you in the past? Would he turn into a ghost and crawl out of the ground to drag you down to accompany her?" At the end of the conversation, Hong Lan's expression was almost distorted. Perhaps even she herself couldn't tell whether these words hurt the other person more or herself more...

Jinsu left with a wave of her sleeves, and the door was slammed shut. Amid the heavy sound, Honglan slowly leaned towards the wall behind her as if she was escaping.

If you hurt the enemy by a thousand, you will lose eight hundred of your own. This is what she is talking about.

Jinsu stood on the corridor outside the door on the third floor. From this place, she could take in all the debauchery going on. It was a place that she was very familiar with, hated, and wanted to escape from in her dreams.

She escaped, risking half her life, and was chased to the end of her rope, and then... met Yuan Ge, a dazzling man, willful and free, not bound by rules, not constrained by the world, that is the life that many people dream of? But Yuan Ge died... It turns out that no matter how dazzling and lively a person is, he will still be ugly after death.

Yuan Ge, even if you have turned into a ghost, I want you to get up, get up, and look at these people's faces that are like ghosts.

Oh, including me now, I have also become... a ghost.

……

As the carriage left the downtown area, the voices from near and far gradually faded away, and Young Master Song began to feel uneasy.

When I went there, I didn't feel so vivid. My mind was full of pride and arrogance, "Song Wenyuan actually asked me to do something for him," and obscene thoughts, "As expected of Song Wenyuan, he took his wife to visit a brothel." I didn't care about the embarrassment for a while. But it was different now. The work was done, but it seemed that it was not done well. At this moment, looking at Song Wenyuan sitting there with a strange face and a serious expression, the suspicion of "whether he would be abandoned after he had done his work" prevailed.

Still a donkey that doesn't seem to be very useful.

The "unhelpful donkey" turned to look for Yuan Ge, who was also somewhat silent, trying to break the awkward situation. "Sister-in-law has been staring at this candy man for half of the way. Have you...never eaten it before?" He spoke too quickly and even felt ridiculous after he finished speaking. Who hasn't eaten a candy man before?

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ge looked over slowly, nodded slowly, "Yeah. I haven't eaten it." He sounded a little dull, a little stupid, and a little naive and straightforward.

No way?! Young Master Song was stunned, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was indeed possible. After all, he heard that Wen Qian's life in the Wen family was not only in dire straits, but also that she was really a poor little girl whose father didn't care about her mother... So, it turned out that the Song family's water nourished people, right?

Young Master Song’s idea was so simple, even though he had some doubts and confusions, he quickly found an explanation for it himself... But, he was speechless for the moment.

After all, we were not familiar with each other and had some unpleasant pasts.

Yuan Ge lowered her eyes and looked at the sugar man in her hand... Even though she had suspected that "Xiangsi" would be related to Zhixuanshan, and even though she knew very clearly that only she and Jinsu knew how to enter this secret room, she had never doubted Jinsu before tonight.

Or perhaps she simply didn't dare allow herself to have such doubts.

Like a coward, she allowed herself to dodge, escape, and selectively lose her memory.

But the moment she passed by the girl today, all the peace that was whitewashed in her subconscious mind collapsed. In the dust, she saw a possible truth shrouded in layers of black fog.

The carriage slowly stopped, and she bit the rabbit's ear as Song Wenyuan watched her all the way...

Sickeningly sweet.