Glory to the ancestors

Yang Jin sat in the carriage expressionlessly and looked to both sides.

Rong Zhen snuggled up on a piece of fur, holding a book in one hand, turning the pages while yawning.

Osmanthus fragrans was on the other side, fiddling with several plates of small pastries, as if she didn’t know which plate to eat, showing a very hesitant expression.

This is not the most desperate thing, this huge carriage with six horses not only has accommodation for three people, but also has a small bookcase, two small tables, and a small stove for heating at night...

What about danger and excitement?

Yang Jin turned her head and looked at Rong Zhen with white eyes, "Is it true that our large carriage does not exceed the etiquette?"

"No, isn't it normal for a first-rank official to drive with a six-horse cart?" Rong Zhen raised his head, his eyes were a little wet, the wobbling really made people sleepy.

Yang Jin sighed, "This is not a car, you just moved a house in the car."

"As long as the horse can move, why are you making a fuss?" Rong Zhen relaxed his shoulders, "Osmanthus osmanthus, make me a cup of tea."

The sweet-scented osmanthus raised her head upon hearing this, with an osmanthus cake in her left hand and a white sugar cake in her right.

"Let's eat sugar cake first." Rong Zhen said lightly.

The sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed the white sugar cake into her mouth, put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake back in place, bowed her waist and pulled the small stove to her body to start a fire.

Yang Jin opened the curtains of the carriage, scattered the smoke, and watched the reactions of passers-by.

Everyone looked at them as if they were monsters.

But Rong Zhen didn't care. He was scolded as a corrupt official every day. Rather than pretending to be poor on purpose, he might as well have fun frankly.

Osmanthus osmanthus quickly brewed tea and poured it into small teacups. The three of them had a cup each.

Rong Zhen took a cup, put it under his nose and smelled it, "I should have brought another can."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded, feeling very sorry.

Seeing that his master and servant were calm, Yang Jin lost her temper, let the fragrance fill her nostrils, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Yes, hurry up today, and find an inn when we arrive in Lin County tomorrow," Rong Zhen opened the curtain of the carriage, and ordered the guards who were riding beside him.

Yang Jin was completely overwhelmed by this leisure. She slumped in the carriage and closed her eyes slightly, "Osmanthus osmanthus, did you bring the chess board?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus was still conquering the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Hearing this, he puffed his mouth, nodded his head twice, knelt down, went to the bottom of the small bookcase and took out the chessboard, and prepared two chess baskets.

This equipment really needs to be as complete as possible.

Rong Zhen said "hmm" a few times, then brought his attention back to the carriage, looked at the chessboard in front of him, and asked Yang Jin, "Is your hand itchy again?"

"Let me see if you have made progress!" Yang Jin rolled up his sleeves, eager to try.

Osmanthus osmanthus also crawled between them, staring at the chessboard with piercing eyes.

Rong Zhen knew that this journey was boring, so he specially ordered Osmanthus osmanthus to prepare a lot of things for fun, but it seemed that as long as there was chess, Yang Jin would be content.

Back and forth on the chessboard, Rong Zhen has already lost three times in a row.

But he wasn't unhappy at all, it was a common thing, Yang Jin's family was born with chess pieces in their mouths, and Li Huan thought about it all day, but he didn't break Yang Jin's chess game.

You must know that Yang Jin learned chess two years later than them.

The sweet-scented osmanthus watched with enthusiasm, secretly worried about Rong Zhen, and forgot to chew the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she was eating.

Compared with the chess game, Rong Zhen is more pleased with Osmanthus fragrans' silly appearance.

The more distracted you are, the harder it is to win.

Yang Jin probably noticed it too, and leaned back, "Forget it, let's not play," he casually rolled up a blanket and spread it on his body, "There is no opponent."

"You should be killed by the teacher." Rong Zhen helped the sweet-scented osmanthus to pick up the pieces on the chessboard, and said, "Is it annoying to be bored here? Let me stop the carriage?"

Yang Jin plopped and sat up again, "Can you still go out?"

"This itinerary is set by me, what can't go out," Rong Zhen said, stretching out his hand out of the window, making a gesture, and the whole convoy slowly stopped.

"Grandpa?" The groom called out the window.

Rong Zhen smiled at Yang Jin, "Go out."

Yang Jin was like an arrow that had been taken off its string, and disappeared after a "swish".

Osmanthus osmanthus also hurried, snorted all the chess pieces into the chess basket, and ran out after her.

Rong Zhen silently picked up the chessboard and put it back in place, wondering if he had raised two rabbits, would he suffocate to death if he couldn't breathe fresh air?

He walked out of the carriage slowly, and saw that Yang Jin and sweet-scented osmanthus had run a long way together.

They are in the wild, with green grass and flowers everywhere, it is indeed a good place to relax, Rong Zhen ordered the others to prepare some wild game, and they ate outside tonight.

Yes, he also specially brought a cook here.

Osmanthus osmanthus likes to play with Yang Jin. Compared with Rong Zhen who is always quiet, and Li Huan who is too gloomy, Yang Jin is more like a normal peer who can make trouble and laugh.

The two of them rolled together after a while, causing Rong Zhen to worry, "Yang Jin, be careful with the sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Hey!" Yang Jin replied from a long distance away, "We're hungry!"

Rong Zhen replied to him, "Eat soon!"

The clouds in the sky turned red faintly, Rong Zhen seemed to be looking at the parents of two older children, his heart went up and down, afraid that they would make too much noise and get hurt again.

So when the two little monkeys slept with their legs curled up on both sides of him, it was the time when Rong Zhen felt the most secure that day.

Rong Zhen only lit two candles in the carriage, for fear that the light would disturb the two people's sleep.

He took a small blanket and covered the sweet-scented osmanthus, but the sweet-scented osmanthus didn't sleep well, her body swayed from side to side, which took Rong Zhen a lot of effort.

As soon as this was done, Yang Jin turned over and put her leg directly on the waist of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Rong Zhen glanced at him dissatisfied, and moved his legs down, but Yang Jin's wolf paws moved towards the sweet-scented osmanthus again.

Rong Zhen had no choice but to risk himself and stand between them.

Yang Jin let out a "hmm" and didn't move.

Rong Zhen struggled a bit, but he didn't break away, so he just let it go. He originally wanted to read the book again, but now he has no choice.

He could only raise his head desperately and blew out the candle.

The wind at night carried one or two strands of coolness called warmth across the faces of the three of them.