Glory to the ancestors

"Oh," Yang Jin rushed to Rong Zhen and Mu Xi, panting, "Where are you here?!"

Rong Zhen cleared his throat in embarrassment, Yang Jin's arrival created a gap between the three of them, he couldn't protect the sweet-scented osmanthus any longer, he only held the sweet-scented osmanthus hand, and still raised it above his chest to stop the bleeding, " Where have you been?"

"I see the excitement ahead," Yang Jin's eyes flickered, as if trying to avoid something, and said again, "Let's stop crowding with people here, I've reserved a place in that restaurant, let's go up and watch!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Rong Zhen didn't dare to use any force, he kept Mu Xi's wrist against the wall, and walked into the restaurant pointed by Yang Jin.

Yang Jin looked at Osmanthus osmanthus's injury, and said worriedly, "Is it serious, do you want to go home first?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus quickly widened her eyes, shook her head at Yang Jin as if warning, and secretly pointed her finger at Rong Zhen's charcoal-black face.

Yang Jin pursed her lips, nodded, and made a gesture to show that she understood.

As soon as they went upstairs, they saw Jiang Yuzan and Tong'er were already waiting there, "Oh, why did you come so late!"

Rong Zhen looked at Yang Jin displeasedly, "You told her everything, but you didn't tell me?"

Yang Jin hissed, and pushed Xia Rongzhen's back, "Grandpa, can't I make a mistake?"

Rong Zhen glared at him, and sat down angrily.

The sweet-scented osmanthus sat next to him, right next to the window. In order to see it better, he knelt on the chair and stretched his neck to look out.

Yang Jin sat across from him, pointed to the people below, and patiently explained to him.

One after another floats passed by the street, decorated with flowers, colorful silks and lanterns, and other eye-catching items. The exquisite dancers stepped on the shafts, with one foot raised above their heads, ushering in difficult poses. There was a burst of applause.

It was the first time for Osmanthus osmanthus to applaud along with the crowd at such a grand event.

Yang Jin is also generous, they are the only table in the whole restaurant, it doesn't matter if they make trouble in different ways.

But Rong Zhen is still a little strange. Although Yang Jin is a young master of everyone, according to his father's education, he usually doesn't dare to make it public. It is really rare to buy an entire hotel with such arrogance.

What's more, he just received the money from Prince Pingnan today, where's the time?

Before he could think about it, there was a shrill scream from the crowd.

Rong really felt weird and wanted to lean out, but his whole body was hit back by a blast of air, accompanied by a loud noise.

Yang Jin moved swiftly and pressed the sweet-scented osmanthus on the table.

Jiang Yuzan and Tong'er were sitting inside, but they were so frightened that the wine glasses in their hands fell to the ground and broke.

"What's the matter?" Rong Zhen raised his head, fanned away the thick smoke in front of his eyes, and found the sweet-scented osmanthus, "Are you alright?"

Osmanthus osmanthus closed her eyes and shook her head, the wound that had just stopped bleeding opened again.

Yang Jin coughed twice, leaned down and looked down at the crowds running around on the street, and it took a long time to see what was going on, "It seems that the firecrackers on the floats exploded in advance."

"Is there anyone injured?" Rong Zhen asked.

"More than that," Yang Jin squinted, discerning from the thick smoke, there were two bloody people lying on the wreckage of the float under his eyes.

One of them died in a miserable manner. The whole body was pierced by the broken wood of the car, and a section of intestines was hanging.

Seeing that Osmanthus osmanthus was also looking towards her, Yang Jin stretched out a hand to block his eyes, "Don't look."

When he said this, Rong Zhen immediately understood, and pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus inside, "We'll go back to the mansion when the place is clean," he said as he tore off his clothes and re-wrapped the sweet-scented osmanthus.

In just one night, one of his coats was torn to pieces.

Tong'er, a little girl who has never seen such a battle, hugged Jiang Yuhan's body and did not let go, "Ma'am, why can't we leave now?"

"You're stupid," Jiang Yuzan was surprisingly calm, "At this time, everyone is running around, and we follow along to join in the fun, and we don't know what's going on. It doesn't matter to the two of us. The two in front of us are court officials. Someone really needs to take care of them. It’s a bad thought, but I’m going down to die.”

Osmanthus immediately looked at Rong Zhen nervously.

Rong Zhen understood that he was worried about himself, and patted his head, "It's okay, don't worry."

After a while, people from the government rushed over. The governor of Jingzhou was obviously dragged out of the bed, and the black gauze cap was not tightly fastened.

"Clean up the scene!" he yelled.

Many officers and soldiers took action immediately, half of them evacuated the masses, and half of them moved the corpses.

Rong Zhen saw that it was time to go down, so he took the other four people and walked out of the restaurant together.

The governor of Jingzhou is a man with good eyesight. When he saw Rong Zhen coming out, he was surprised at first, then calmed down immediately, and saluted with his hands together, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Rong Zhen nodded slightly, as he agreed, "You guys dealt with it very quickly, and I will talk to the Queen Mother tomorrow morning."

"This is the duty of a minister," Fu Yin said modestly, he looked behind Rong Zhen and saw Yang Jin again.

The discord between Lord Prime Minister and Rong Guogong is well known in the whole capital, so how could the prime minister's only son mix with Rong Guogong again?

But these things are not something that he, a small local government official, should consider. He hurriedly said, "My lord, do you want to send a team of officers and soldiers to escort you back to the mansion?"

Rong Zhen originally meant this, nodded his head, and sighed in his heart that this is not an easy task for the prefect of Jingzhou.

Fu Yin beckoned, and four people opened the way in front, and four people followed behind, protecting Rong Zhen and the others on the road.

Rong Zhen and Yang Jin are both prominent figures, so they always have to be calm and calm at this time, and they can't stay by Mu Xi's side.

Jiang Yuzan held Tong'er with one hand and sweet-scented osmanthus with the other, and the three hugged each other.

Yang Jin walked a few steps faster and caught up with Rong Zhen. The two stood shoulder to shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Do you think this was really accidental or man-made?"

"No matter what it is, this is not a trivial matter," Rong Zhen said seriously, "Two people died, and a lot of injuries were seen just now. Someone in the Ming court will see it."

"This is too bold, to do such a thing in the capital," Yang Jin sighed, "Don't you have any ideas in your heart?"

"The various forces in the imperial court are complicated now, and not one or two have the courage to cause trouble in the capital, not to mention how did you rule out accidents all of a sudden?" Rong Zhen turned his head and looked at Yang Jin curiously.

Yang Jin felt guilty, but quickly calmed down, "I just think it's more likely to be artificial."

Rong Zhen nodded, "Anyway, few people will believe the accident now. This matter will definitely not end easily, it is very likely..."

This is just the beginning of a change.