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

When Song Wenyuan came over, he saw this girl, wearing simple home clothes, curled up in a rattan chair with a small rattan table beside her. She was drinking by herself with her chin resting on her hand, while directing a few servants to dig the soil and plant flowers, and occasionally giving advice to her nephew about his schoolwork. She really looked very happy.

Like a sated cat, it lazily squinted its beautiful glass eyes in the warm sun, licked its gorgeous soft fur from time to time, and looked like it didn't want to pay attention to people. It was lazy, beautiful, and proud.

Seeing him come in, she raised the teacup in her hand, grinned, and said proudly, "A gift for me? Thank you!"

Just two days ago, she mentioned this tea, and someone sent it to her the next day. It was sent by Luo Fengxuan. How could she not know that it was sent to her? Although she said that she should not accept gifts without merit, she was not someone who could not return gifts, so she did not refuse it at all. She thanked him generously and asked, "Would you like a cup?"

According to the waiter, except for those in the palace, all the top Laojunmei in the city are here, so it's not good to drink alone. Seeing him nod, she half-raised her body to pour tea. Her hair was scattered on her temples, and the breeze blew over her forehead, making it itchy. She was too lazy to touch it with her hands, so she just pursed her lips and blew it upwards without paying much attention.

It's just that apparently, this doesn't work.

Song Wenyuan was helpless. He shook his head and raised his hand to help her put it behind her ear. "There's still one hand. Is it broken?"

His eyes fell on her ears. On her slender neck were her beautifully contoured ears. Her jade-like earlobes were clear and had no earrings. They were a light pink color, which was a little cute. It was a very strange feeling. She was a fierce girl, but she looked gentle and delicate. When she was quiet, she looked like a well-behaved cat. Song Wenyuan's eyes darkened. For some reason, his fingertips seemed to pass over her earlobe inadvertently when he retracted them, very quickly and lightly.

There was no sign of it on his face, but it was as if a tsunami had risen in his heart. The waves swept over and hit his chest, causing a dull pain in his chest, as if a poison had taken effect.

The man opposite him was so heartless that he knew nothing about it. He just shrank his neck subconsciously, and with a bit of artificial enthusiasm, he pushed the teacup over with a smile, "Master Song, would you like to try it?"

Does the little girl feel that she is receiving something for nothing?

Song Wenyuan found that sometimes this person's thoughts were easy to guess, and his laughter, anger and scolding were all on the table. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was good, almost catching up with the quality of the imperial tea. However, he was not too particular about food and drink. He could drink any tea and did not have a particular favorite. Lin Mu bought his daily food and clothing, and he never worried about it.

But this girl seems to have her own preferences for everything. She prefers light woody incense in the house, but likes the strong and fragrant Laojunmei tea. She likes bright colors in her clothes, but her jewelry is not complicated. Usually, she only wears a simple hairpin, which is like a finishing touch. Thinking like this, Song Wenyuan realized that he had understood her so well without realizing it... He lowered his head to drink tea to hide the lingering aftermath of the tsunami in his heart.

I thought to myself, this Laojun eyebrow does seem to be a little different from the others.

Song Wenyuan put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at the busy servants and the courtyard that had changed a lot over the past few days, tilted his head and chuckled, and asked, "Drink my tea, do me a favor?"

Yuan Ge raised his eyelids, and the enthusiasm on his face obviously faded a little. He looked at the other person with a wary look, leaned back slightly, and kept a distance, "What favor? Let me make it clear first, I won't do anything that will damage my virtue. If you care about this sip of tea, I will spit it back to you right now."

... Spit it out? Can you return the tea you drank like this? The little girl is so smart, she really has inherited some of Wen Changling's true teachings.

What cute and adorable, it's all an illusion. Song Wenyuan pulled the corners of his mouth with a fake smile. He wanted to ask the little girl what kind of things she said that damaged her virtue, but he subconsciously felt that she couldn't say anything good or bad, and he would be embarrassed in front of the servants. So, he didn't dare to ask, and touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and rolled his eyelids in disgust, "Just swallow this mouthful of tea peacefully, I won't ask for something back after giving it away... As for your few virtues, don't worry, no one will covet them."

When Yuan Ge heard this, he immediately laughed and leaned down on the rattan table. He asked with interest, "That's easy. What can I do for you? Tell me."

The beautiful eyebrows suddenly appeared in front of him, and the white color under the sun, every hair can be clearly seen, with a slightly bright color. Song Wenyuan frowned, and the waves in his chest that had just faded away were vaguely showing a tendency to come back. He leaned back slightly to distance himself, and saw the woman peeking out of the door. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and she frowned and scolded, "Hasn't the elders of the Li family taught you the rules?"

The voice was slightly cold, and sounded like the rustling autumn wind.

Zhuozhuo, who was practicing calligraphy, stopped writing and looked up. Yuan Ge waved his hand and he lowered his head again, but it was obvious that he was a little absent-minded. Yuan Ge leaned back in his chair and advised without much seriousness, "My sister-in-law's niece may have something to ask me." He raised his eyebrows and asked silently.

The person peeking out of the door was indeed Li Jinfeng.

Seeing Song Wenyuan was also inside, she originally did not intend to come in, but when she was about to leave quietly, she was discovered. It would be very impolite to leave at this moment. So, while regretting that she did not check the almanac today, she stepped over the threshold with trepidation, not daring to get close, just standing inside the threshold, suddenly bowed, and shouted at the top of her voice, "I'm sorry!"

Yuan Ge put a mouthful of tea in his mouth and forgot to swallow it. He stared at Li Jinfeng blankly, dumbfounded and with a silly expression.

The servants who were working in the yard also stopped and looked over at the same time.

On the other hand, Li Jinfeng let out a thunderous roar, and her initial embarrassment and timidity disappeared. She bent down repeatedly, and her voice became louder and louder, "Madam Third Young Master, I'm sorry! I was blind and offended you before. Please don't hold grudges against me! If you feel unhappy, I, I... I will be your slave, and be at your service at any time! You, you... you... how about it?"

This sudden scene was really unexpected.

Yuan Ge looked at Song Wenyuan in astonishment and whispered: You did it?

Song Wenyuan did not answer. He only glanced at Li Jinfeng, who was burying her head in his chest, and said calmly, "Just stay at your aunt's place on weekdays. Don't come here to show off if you have nothing to do. Otherwise, there is no need for the young lady to do it... Go down."

Li Jinfeng ran away as if she had been pardoned. She was so anxious that she almost tripped over the threshold...