Glory to the ancestors

As soon as Rong Zhen arrived at the mansion, he advanced into the study.

Jiang Yuzan took Osmanthus osmanthus and Tong'er to the dining room, poured a glass of wine for each of them, and told them to rest.

Yang Jin pushed away Rongzhen's study, walked to Rongzhen's desk, looked at the memorial on the desk, "Should I also draw up a copy?"

"I don't think there is any need for it," Rong Zhen stopped writing, "I have this as a spare. If Governor Jingzhao didn't mention the two of us tomorrow, I don't need it at all."

"That's right, you have a higher official title than me, so you can include me," Yang Jin stretched, "Is there any guest room in your house? I'll stay for one night. I don't dare to go home today."

"Then ask someone to send you just now and you won't go back," Rong Zhen said helplessly.

"Oh my God, what if there are assassins among the officers and soldiers? With my great ability, if I die at their hands, wouldn't I be jealous of a talent?"

Rong Zhen wrinkled his nose, and said in disgust, "I've never seen you so proud. If you had a tail behind your buttocks, it would probably stick up all day long."

Yang Jin even thought about it, "I'm afraid you may not be upright when you poop."

"You!" Rong Zhen really had nothing to do with Yang Jin, so he stopped arguing with him, stood up, and told the housekeeper to prepare a room for Yang Jin.

Yang Jin quickly followed the housekeeper and left Rong Zhen in the study.

Rong Zhen sat back on his seat, his mind twisted into a knot. He continued to write the memorial while pondering. He knew that the two most important forces in the imperial court were the Imperial Army controlled by the Empress Dowager, and the other was the Imperial Army. The southern army controlled by Prince Pingnan.

The Empress Dowager would never cause trouble on her own territory, and Prince Pingnan would not make such a high-profile incident when he was planning in a low-key manner. What's more, if he took any action, he would notify himself as soon as possible.

This is too complicated.

Rong Zhen thought of the strange sender, and felt uneasy. In the dark place that he didn't know, who else was staring at the country of Dachu.

He was agitated for a while, drank the calming tea that the housekeeper had just brought in, stopped writing memorials, stood up, and walked towards Osmanthus osmanthus' room.

When Rong Zhen pushed open the door, he saw that Osmanthus osmanthus was already lying on the bed, breathing deeply, probably falling asleep.

He quietly sat beside the sweet-scented osmanthus, afraid that his inadvertent actions would disturb the sweet-scented osmanthus' sleep.

This night, he himself was a little shocked, not to mention the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Although Rongzhen has done a lot of things overtly and secretly in recent years, he has never seen blood so intuitively. He feels that this time is too different. To protect the sweet-scented osmanthus.

He stared at the slightly trembling eyelashes of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and sighed. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to keep the sweet-scented osmanthus away from the outside world for so many years and make his mind so pure, but since it was already like this, he could only do this. It's over.

The hand that Osmanthus osmanthus put outside the quilt happened to be his injured one, and someone had already bandaged it up for him, but the dazzling white of the cotton cloth made Rong Zhen's eyes tremble.

He suddenly felt a little bit in his heart, if it wasn't accidentally scratched, but deliberately...

Thinking of this, Rong Zhen immediately stood up and was about to leave quickly.

As soon as he opened the door, he met Yang Jin's big eyes.

Rong Zhen was surprised, "What are you doing here?!"

Yang Jin quickly put her index finger on her lips, and said in a low voice, "What will you do if you make such a loud noise to the osmanthus?"

Only then did Rong Zhen realize that he stepped over the threshold of the sweet-scented osmanthus, closed the door for him, and dragged Yang Jin by the hand to the small courtyard.

Yang Jin was still holding a stack of thick quilts in her hands, and was dragged and dragged and complained, "Ancestor, can you lighten up?"

"Didn't you go to sleep?"

"Do you know where your housekeeper arranged for me?" Yang Jin felt very resentful when she thought of this, "Your family's west courtyard! Didn't a lady hang herself there before!?"

"Then the entire Rongguo Mansion has died!" Rong Zhen despised Yang Jin like a monster.

Yang Jin jumped up angrily, "Are you going to let me sleep?"

Rong Zhen was helpless, "Then why did you sleep with sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"I don't think Osmanthus osmanthus must be scared at night after seeing those things today, so I will accompany him."

Rong Zhen tilted his head, with a look of "who are you lying to?", "You are serious."

"Then I can't sleep with Sister Yuhan!"

Rong Zhen really had no choice but to pull Yang Jin by the shoulder, turn him around, and face his room, "Go, go, sleep with me."

"Oh, I made you sick last time, so I'm sorry," Yang Jin was very embarrassed, while looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus room while pulling her neck, Rong Zhen pushed her into Rong Zhen's room.

"When you are still embarrassed, I will sleep in bed."

Rong Zhen went behind the screen and began to take off his clothes, leaving Yang Jin to spread the quilt outside.

Yang Jin moved very skillfully, "Remember, I slept on the floor when I was a child. You two, a prince and a sick child, can't sleep on the floor, so let me sleep on the floor." Yang Jin still felt a little angry when she thought about it, "Then But my own home!"

"Isn't the osmanthus accompanying you?" Rong Zhen said lazily from behind the screen.

"Yes, at that time I thought sweet-scented osmanthus was the best," Yang Jin sighed, and suddenly thought, "You mean, is Li Huan really dead?"

Rong Zhen froze, "Didn't we say we won't mention him again?"

"I'm sorry," Yang Jin sighed again, "Since he's dead, why didn't he come to find me in his dream."

Rong Zhen didn't want to be affected by the atmosphere, so he walked out from the screen, kicked Yang Jin, "Go and change clothes."

Yang Jin dodged backwards, dodged Rong Zhen's move, and quickly ran into the screen.

"Rong Zhen, you said that if the government really wants to change drastically, where do you want to stand?"

"Why are you worried about me?" Rong Zhen was a little tired, his eyes slightly opened and closed.

"I don't want to weigh it, so I can see which side I choose."

"You are a seventh-rank official, you will not end well no matter which one you choose."

"Hey you!" Yang Jin came out from the screen, with her waist thrust forward, and stared at Rong Zhen dissatisfied.

Rong Zhen turned over, turned his back to him, and said in a muffled voice, "If something really happens, you don't have to be afraid, I will protect you."

Yang Jin was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth trembling because she didn't know whether to laugh or to be moved, "You are too much of a buddy."

"I've already lost Li Huan, and I can't lose you again." Rong Zhen said again.

Yang Jin couldn't help it this time, "Rong Zhen, to be honest, if I were a woman..."

"I'm not interested in marrying you, go to sleep." Rong Zhen probably felt that what he said was disgusting, so he interrupted Yang Jin.

Yang Jin got into the quilt on the floor, still pondering what Rong Zhen said.

It wasn't until Rong Zhen threw a pillow on the bed onto his belly that he stopped thinking about Rong Zhen.

"Put out the candle!"