Glory to the ancestors

After everything was quiet, the group of guards that Rong Zhen brought out of Beijing came late, and they all looked at Rong Zhen in surprise, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Rong Zhen didn't care about them at all, and helped Yang Jin upstairs, "Yun Cang, you handle it."

A masked guard arched his hands, "Yes, Lord."

"Who is that man?" Yang Jin clenched her teeth, and followed Rong Zhen, her face contorted from the pain, and she didn't forget to gossip.

Naturally, Rong Zhen would not tell him that this was a hidden guard raised by him, but only said, "The one sent to me by the Queen Mother."

"You already have this group of people, why don't you use them?" Yang Jin complained even more, "Do you intend to harm me?"

Rong Zhen also felt guilty in his heart, and shook his head, "Don't talk yet, let Osmanthus osmanthus bandage you well."

Seeing them coming in, Osmanthus osmanthus was startled when she saw Yang Jin's blood-soaked clothes, and quickly helped Rong Zhen to help Yang Jin sit down.

Yang Jin knew that sweet-scented osmanthus loved her dearly, so she pursed her lips and looked at sweet-scented osmanthus with big eyes, "Osmanthus...it hurts..."

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded her head vigorously, ran to the side quickly, picked up her medicine box, and helped Yang Jin stop the bleeding.

Rong Zhen looked at the osmanthus, "Is it serious?"

Osmanthus cut off Yang Jin's sleeve with scissors, revealing a terrifying knife wound. Although the scar was long, fortunately it was not deep. Osmanthus let out a sigh of relief and shook her head.

"It hurts!" Yang Jin cried a little, her pale lips trembling.

Rong Zhen sat next to him, holding Yang Jin's face in his hands, telling him not to look at the injury, but to look at himself, "I'm here, it doesn't hurt."

Osmanthus osmanthus took advantage of this opportunity to quickly soak a cotton cloth with warm water, and carefully wiped the blood on the edge of Yang Jin's wound.

Yang Jin was terribly afraid of the pain, her body twitched following the movements of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and she kept regretting why she wanted to block Rong Zhen's knife just now.

"Don't think about it, it doesn't hurt to look at me." Rong Zhen repeated again, staring straight at Yang Jin, a trick he used to use before.

Yang Jin was the wildest one when he was a child, he was always injured by bumps and bumps, and he was afraid of pain, so he was asking for trouble.

Li Huan usually just sits on the sidelines and tells Yang Jin some great truths. Osmanthus sympathizes with Yang Jin with her pitiful eyes. Kong applied medicine to Yang Jin.

Yang Jin felt aggrieved and forced herself to look at Rong Zhen, the corners of her mouth trembling, "It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt," Rong Zhen glanced at the movement of the sweet-scented osmanthus from the corner of his eye, saw that he had opened the medicine bottle of Zhixue powder, and took a breath, "Don't be afraid."

"Ah!" Yang Jin shuddered the moment the medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound.

Rong Zhen quickly put his arms around him, knocked his head on his shoulder, slid his hands on Yang Jin's back, and comforted him, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

Yang Jin's tears were forced out, and she bit Rong Zhen's shoulder mercilessly.

Rong Zhen endured with his eyes closed tightly, while urging Osmanthus fragrans, "Hurry up."

Osmanthus immediately wrapped the gauze for Yang Jin, tied it in a knot, and blew on it, hoping to make Yang Jin less painful.

Yang Jin's eyes were slightly wet, her mouth was half-opened, and her nose hissed, "Rong Zhen, you owe me a lot this time."

"Okay," Rong Zhen moved his shoulders and patted Yang Jin's head, "But you promise me, will you be more honest every time you change your medicine?"

Yang Jin had a bitter face, "You still ask me..."

Osmanthus osmanthus at the side also felt sympathetic to Yang Jin, looked at Rong Zhen dissatisfied, and gestured for a while, meaning, don't you know that Mr. Jin was afraid of pain when he was young?

"Osmanthus osmanthus..." Yang Jin was moved and buried her head in the waist of osmanthus osmanthus.

Rong Zhen knew that Yang Jin was really in pain just now, and now he was probably pretending, so he sighed, "You two should cherish each other here, I'll deal with the matter first."

He stood up as he spoke, and stopped when he was about to go out, "If you want to eat something, let the people in the store bring it into the house." He glanced at the osmanthus osmanthus again, and urged, "Test the poison before eating."

Osmanthus fragrans nodded, although he didn't know what happened just now, but seeing Yang Jin's injury, he also knew that the journey was not so easy, so be careful.

Rong Zhen went back to his room and saw that Yun Cang had bound the only living person and was waiting for him.

He paced in, didn't ask that person first, but asked Yun Cang, "The group of attendants given to me by the emperor, none of them were there just now?"

"Yes, they are all outside the inn."

Rong Zhen nodded, "The imperial army sent by the Queen Mother is also not there."

"Yes." Yun Cang nodded again.

"The mother and son really let me go." Rong Zhen shook his head helplessly, and walked to the side of the gangster, "What about you, the Queen Mother or the Emperor?"

"I'm nothing," the gangster shook his head, "I just heard from the boss that if you have money, you can get rich if we rob you, that's why..."

"You are local."

"That's right, that's right," the gangster admitted hastily, having never seen this battle before, "I'm from Hanshan Village in Lin County."

"Bandits?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

No wonder there is no quality of a dead soldier at all.

"Whose instructions did your boss receive?"

"I don't know about that either." The bandit glanced at Rong Zhen and sighed, "We didn't know you were a high official, and we were scared just now, but the boss said you have a lot of votes, so he insisted on letting us go. "

Yun Cang squinted at him.

The bandit was terrified, "What I said is true!"

"Do you know who the person you hurt is?" Rong Zhen asked again.

"My lord's bodyguards are definitely not ordinary people." The bandit was cautious, for fear of offending Rong Zhen and losing his life.

But he was also worried in vain, how could Rong Zhen let the person who hurt Yang Jin live.

Rong Zhen bypassed them, walked to the side of the desk, wrote a few words, folded the paper, and stuffed it into Yun Cang's hand, "Find someone to bring it to Chuxi."

Yun Cang nodded, and pointed at the bandit again.

Rong Zhen shook his head, exhaled, and turned back to look at Yang Jin and the others.

The bandit thought it was letting him go, so he let out a long breath.

"My lord means, let me do it without leaving a trace."

Yun Cang felt a different kind of pleasure when he saw the bandit's face change instantly.

Rong Zhen only stood at the door, and could hear Yang Jin spitting bitterness at the sweet-scented osmanthus, and pushed the door helplessly, "Have you said enough?"

Yang Jin took it for granted, and naturally disdained Rong Zhen, "No, you just wanted to harm me."

"How can Young Master Yang calm down?"

"It can't be eliminated," Yang Jin asked again, "It's over, the person sent by King Pingnan?"

"It's fine if it's his." Rong Zhen sat back beside Yang Jin and looked at the osmanthus, "Osmanthus, didn't you just say you wanted to get some medicine for him, let someone follow you."

Osmanthus osmanthus knew that Rong Zhen wanted to discuss matters with Yang Jin, so she didn't stay any longer and went out obediently.

"There is no clue at all, it is a local bandit." Rong Zhen and Yang Jin said.

"Assassination is too low-level now." Yang Jin frowned.

"After all, everyone knows that I am a useless person with no power to restrain a chicken. As long as there are no guards around, killing me is easier than slaughtering a pig."

"You're right, none of the people sent by the emperor is standing by your side." When Yang Jin said this, her spine shivered, "Could it be?"

"But they also underestimated me." Rong Zhen said coldly.