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

Xu Chengjin is a talented person who learns things quickly and has hardly encountered any bottlenecks or setbacks. His path has been too smooth and naturally he is very arrogant. He looks at everyone and thinks their eyes are not eyes and their noses are not noses. When have you ever heard him praise anyone?

It was just a recipe for medicinal tea, how could it be said that she was gifted beyond compare? Was he praising "Wen Qian's" recipe, or "Yuan Ge"? Her recipe was written casually, and it would not be difficult for someone familiar with "Yuan Ge" to find some clues... If we were to talk about the person who was most familiar with her recipe, besides the old man, it would only be Xu Chengjin.

Aunt Gui's words "There is no one more talented than the young lady" frightened Yuan Ge so much that his heart trembled. He nodded perfunctorily with a smile while pouring wine for everyone. He sat down and picked up the wine cup to drink it all in one gulp - drink to drown your sorrows, you will forget about it when you are drunk, and you can deal with tomorrow's things tomorrow. At worst, he can poison people and make them lose their memory!

As soon as he picked up the wine, Song Wenyuan held it down. The other party was still calm and looked over, and said in a gentle voice, "Your injury has not healed yet, can you drink?"

"I'm fine now. Besides, I don't drink too much. I didn't even touch anything during the meal today."

Not drunk? Looking at the way this girl is holding the wine glass, how can she not drink too much? Song Wenyuan shook his head disapprovingly, "You have to wait until you are fully recovered... It will only take a few days, be good, bear with it." As he said that, he took the wine cup from her hand without saying anything. Aunt Gui was already apologizing repeatedly, saying that she was really negligent and forgot that the young lady was still injured.

In fact, this young lady doesn't look injured at all.

"Forget it, forget it... If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it!" Yuan Ge supported her chin with one hand and picked up a few leaves with the other hand to chew, but it didn't affect her clear complaints, "After all, I am living under someone else's roof. I can't eat this and can't touch that. Those who know say it's for my own good, and those who don't think that Commander Song doesn't like me!"

The little girl loved to sing opera, and she probably hadn't sung enough during the day. When she sang opera, she had a habit of smiling and complaining, so that no one would misunderstand her. Even Aunt Gui laughed and watched the opera, not taking it seriously at all.

Song Wenyuan naturally didn't take it seriously. He put a piece of fish meat among the leaves she picked, then pushed the black box he brought in front of her and gestured, "Take a look."

Yuan Ge had seen the box before, but now she looked closer and found that it was actually an iron box, and the lock was also made of iron, which looked particularly unremarkable. She put down her chopsticks and picked it up. It was quite heavy, and it sounded like a pile of stones were placed inside. She opened it suspiciously while mumbling something.

The lock opened with a "click". Yuan Ge stuck his head out and took a look, then he was stunned.

Land deeds, shop fronts, and several account books. As for those noises that sounded like stones, they were indeed stones... Colorful, shining under the candlelight, uncarved jewels and jades, half a box. Even Yuan Ge, who was used to seeing treasures, was distracted for a moment and was rarely speechless, "You... the salary of the commander is so high?"

Let’s not talk about these land deeds and shops, let’s just talk about these gems…

"Of course it's not as high as Minister Wen's." Song Wenyuan was rarely modest, "but it's enough to support you. Some of it was purchased with my salary over the years, and some was obtained by chance. These things were previously managed by Lin Mu, and his management was just so-so. Now I have to give them to you. It happens that I'm on leave at home these few days. If you have time, take a look. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can look for Lin Mu, or you can come to me."

Yuan Ge looked down at the things in the iron box, then at Song Wenyuan. He couldn't accept it for a moment. After a while, he leaned back in his chair and considered, "Actually...actually, Lin Mu is doing a good job in management. You don't have to give it to me. I'm afraid it won't be satisfactory in my hands..." In addition to the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, girls from aristocratic families also have to learn the skills of accounting and housekeeping, but Yuan Ge has never learned it.

It's good enough that she doesn't ruin the family business.

Song Wenyuan was very calm, smiling and comforting, "I will give it to you eventually... just treat it as a practice. Don't you regret that the money you spent on Miss Tong Er might as well have been fed to the dog? Just treat it as the dog bringing it back to you."

...Thinking of the man who just walked in with the box, the dog that carried the huge fortune could also be identified as such.

What a beautiful and elegant metaphor! Some people are willing to compare themselves to dogs.

Since her "dog" had said so, it was hard to refuse such a kind offer, and Miss Yuan was naturally disrespectful to refuse. After all, she had a lot of private money, so even if the family business really went bankrupt, she could make up for it and not make the account book look too bad. Thinking of this, Miss Yuan felt relieved again, and closed the iron box with a smile, turned around, and called the book judge beside her, "Did you drink the ginger soup? Is everything okay?"

During the day, the female ghost in red at the bottom of the lotus pond was actually Jianshu.

The big red figure that floated past before Tong Wanzhen could even see it clearly finally became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Jianshu shook his head, "I have drunk everything that the young lady prepared. I have always been strong since I was young, so it's okay."

"Yeah. That's good..." Yuan Ge nodded, holding the iron box and handed it to her, "Take it into the inner room, it's a bit heavy... Don't smash it, the foundation that Lord Song has accumulated over the years is all in it." After saying that, he did not forget to pat the iron box, adding a little weight of "foundation" to the book appraisal. After patting it, he grinned, like a child who knew he had done something bad.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the mountain of food in the bowl. His expression fell. He looked at Aunt Gui and shook his head helplessly, "Aunt Gui, I slept for the whole afternoon, and I can't eat so much..."

Aunt Gui also chuckled, with the same expression, making them look more like grandparents and grandchildren.

Song Wenyuan drank slowly, and felt that the little girl's eyes and eyebrows in the candlelight had a little more obedience and gentleness that was rarely seen in normal days. She was not like the decadence and anger in the daytime, like a hedgehog attacked from both sides, with a determination to perish even if it had to use all its thorns. He felt distressed when he watched from the side.

……

Li's mother was not feeling well, so Li Yushuang went back to take a look, sent back some nourishing food, talked to her for a few more words, and when she came back it was too late.

The autumn night was obviously much colder than the daytime. Li Yushuang tightened her collar and was about to go in. She saw something trembling behind the stone lion out of the corner of her eye. She looked closely and saw a man crouching...