Glory to the ancestors

"Why, have all the bribes been delivered to the prime minister's son?" Rong Zhen looked at Yang Jin with a look of excitement.

Yang Jin sighed, "They are too presumptuous, you see, there is a grown-up written on it, and he doesn't even know who the grown-up is, so he dares to give it away!"

"This is a normal thing. You used to be in the Ministry of Justice, and the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice is your father's protégé. Naturally, you will not be exposed to these things." Rong Zhen leaned on the chair, "But you have arrived at the Ministry of Finance..."

"But aren't you the most opposed to the Pingnan Palace in the court? Why are they so rampant under your nose?"

"It is precisely because I oppose him that he wants to instigate against my subordinates," Rong Zhen said without changing his face, "It's not just you, as far as I know, more than half of the officials in the imperial court have been more or less suppressed by Nan." The prince has stuffed money."

"What?" Yang Jin's expression became even more perplexed, "Then what should I do, should I give it to my father?"

Rong Zhen was taken aback, "How could you think of giving it to your father? With your father's temper, it won't be over until the city is full of storms and the Pingnan Palace is forced to raise troops."

"It's not as exaggerated as what you said." Yang Jin thought for a while, then suddenly wrinkled her nose, "You don't want me to keep the money all by myself, do you?"

Rong Zhen shrugged his shoulders, "I haven't said anything yet, besides, they don't know who did this, and they won't be able to find out at all in the future."

"But……"

Rong Zhen saw that Yang Jin was still hesitating, so he took the envelope in his hand, took out two bank notes from it, and stuffed it into his cuff, "That's fine, now we are accomplices, if something happens, I will accompany you Take it together."

Yang Jin smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Why didn't I realize that you are such a brother before?"

"I have long wanted to get some kickbacks from Prince Pingnan. Guess how much money he sends to Beijing every year?"

Seeing Rong Zhen stretching out five fingers, Yang Jin squinted her eyes and asked, "500 million?"

Rong Zhen laughed loudly, "We need to add a zero, I really don't know where he raised so much money."

"However, I think," Yang Jin bit her lower lip, "you should stop confronting him all the time. If something happens, it may be hard for you to do both."

"Are you really Yang Xian's own son?" Rong Zhen approached Yang Jin with a smile, "Are you persuading me to accept bribes?"

Yang Jin stared at the tip of Rong Zhen's nose, which was close at hand, and pressed his forehead against his chin, "I'm worried about you!"

"Okay," Rong Zhen held his chin, and stopped provoking Yang Jin, "But you don't have to worry, I have my own measure."

"You have your own sense of propriety, but you are not alone. If something really happens to you, what will you do if you are called Osmanthus osmanthus?" Yang Jin gave him a contemptuous look, but she didn't expect Rong Zhen to be silent.

When Yang Jin was anxious about how to break the weird atmosphere, someone outside the room knocked on the door twice.

"Come in." Rong Zhen raised his head and called.

The sweet-scented osmanthus held a tray with two plates of snacks on it, both of which Rong Zhen liked to eat.Holding the tray in both hands, he hooked his hind foot, closed the door, and walked over.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yang Jin quickly put the bank notes on the table into her arms, pointed to the table with a smile, "Put it here."

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded, and put two trays of pastries in front of Rongzhen one by one, and suddenly remembered something, put down the tray as well, and gestured to Rongzhen, "Do you want to prepare tea for you?"

"No need!" Yang Jin answered for Rong Zhen, "You don't have to worry about us, just go about your own business."

"There are a lot of people in the mansion now, and I don't know what I should do." Osmanthus osmanthus sighed while gesturing.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Yang Jin couldn't help laughing, "Then it's like this, can you see me and Rong Zhen writing?"

Osmanthus osmanthus' eyes lit up, and she immediately walked to the inkstone, began to sharpen the ink, and handed Yang Jin a pen.

"You really know how to help him find fun." Rong Zhen said this with a hint of jealousy, Osmanthus osmanthus couldn't hear it, but Yang Jin could understand it very well, shaking his head, "You don't know how to make people happy, so I'm not allowed to do it. "

Osmanthus osmanthus tilted her head and looked at Rong Zhen curiously, which made Rong Zhen a little embarrassed, cleared her throat, and said, "You are busy with your work."

Yang Jin smiled silently and picked up the pen.

Rong Zhen looked at him and picked up the pen himself. He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Jin, and the two of them wrote the pen at the same time in a tacit understanding.

Osmanthus osmanthus stretched her neck to watch the two of them scribbling furiously on the paper with a look of excitement.

Yang Jin was the number one scholar in the dynasty, so her essays were naturally good, her words were carefully chosen, and her style of writing was fluent. She completed hundreds of words of sacrificial oration in one go.

As soon as he teased the osmanthus like this, Rong Zhen's face sank, he put down the pen, and said, "I've finished writing too."

Yang Jin handed her article to Rong Zhen, and then stretched out her hand to take Rong Zhen away. The two read each other's works, showing an expression of admiration and dissatisfaction.

Osmanthus remembered that the two of them were like this when they were young, and they always liked to compare. At that time, Li Huan was still there, and he would always glance at them and say, "It's not as good as my Highness's writing."

Usually after he finished saying this, Rong Zhen and Yang Jin would throw him on the ground together, and Osmanthus would just squat aside and watch them quarrel, laughing while clutching his stomach.

When the two of them put down the paper, the sweet-scented osmanthus waved between the two of them. Seeing that they both focused their eyes on her, she gestured, "What do you want for dinner?"

Yang Jin smacked her lips, thought for a while, then touched her chest suddenly, remembering his ill-gotten gains, and suddenly said cheerfully, "Let's go out to eat, isn't there a performance in the parade today, let's join in the fun, shall we?"

Osmanthus osmanthus opened her eyes wide, her mouth wide open, she stretched out her hand and gestured, "Really!?"

Rong Zhen knew about it. Chu Xi had told him earlier, but he didn't worry about it. He could understand the expectation in Chu Xi's eyes, so he was even more unwilling to agree.

But since...

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at Rong Zhen with bright eyes, wishing to write the words "Take me there" all over her face.

"Go, but there must be a lot of people tonight, you must not leave my sight, you know?" Rong Zhen urged again.

At this moment, Yang Jin had already stood up, and snorted, "Are you an osmanthus or a child?"

Osmanthus osmanthus agreed with Yang Jin very much at this time, nodded very vigorously, and stared at Rong Zhen with what she thought was a fierce look.

Rong Zhen smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and tapped the sweet-scented osmanthus on the forehead with the knuckles of his index finger, "Don't play too crazy."

Osmanthus osmanthus clutched her forehead, trying to pretend to be angry, but just turned around and failed, and ran out of Rongzhen's study room.

"Are you still saying he's not a child?" Rong Zhen shook his head and said to Yang Jin.

Yang Jin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "It's not because of you."

He turned his back after speaking, so that Rong Zhen couldn't see his expression, and naturally couldn't feel the astringency in his smile.