Glory to the ancestors

When Rong Zhen woke up, he was in an inn. Han Yu was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding a night of red bean soup in his hand, and he scooped it up spoon by spoon, preparing to let the soup cool down a bit.

Han Yu stared at the red bean soup that night, swallowed, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked it. It tasted really good.

"Is it good?" Rong Zhen asked suddenly.

"Hey," Han Yu was taken aback, God testified, he really only took a sip secretly, how could this be discovered?

When Rong Zhen sat up, Han Yu hurriedly put the soup on the small table beside him, and stretched out his hand to put the pillow behind him so that Rong Zhen could lean on it.

"Do you want to drink?" Han Yu picked up the small bowl, took a spoonful, and prepared to feed it to Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen hesitated a little and didn't drink.

Han Yu thought that Rong really disliked him, so he quickly took the spoon out of the bowl, and brought the edge of the bowl closer to Rong Zhen, "You drink like this."

Rong Zhen shook his head, knowing that he shouldn't doubt Han Yu.

If he really wanted to harm himself, he should have thrown himself out into the wilderness yesterday.

He took the spoon from Han Yu's hand, took the bowl, and gulped down the red bean soup.

Seeing that he had an appetite, Han Yu finally felt relieved, "Eat more, so you have the strength to continue on your way."

Rong Zhen nodded, he was really hungry, he didn't care about his image, and gulped down a whole bowl of soup,

Han Yu smiled openly, "You look like this..."

Rong Zhen looked up at him.

"Like the little pigs my family used to raise, haha," Han Yu held his stomach and looked at Rong Zhen's gloomy face, wanting to laugh even more.

"That's enough." Rong Zhen looked up at him, wiped the corners of his mouth twice, "When are we going to leave?"

"You rest here for the night first, we will return to the capital tomorrow."

"Huh?" Rong Zhen suddenly became nervous, "Why do you want to go back?"

"Your body, I can't take you with me all the time." Han Yu said it as a matter of course, "And there may not be anything that will happen along the way, I can't let you take risks anymore."

"Are you looking down on me?"

"Don't think so," Han Yu was a little at a loss when he saw that Rong was really serious. He didn't know what he said wrong, "Of course I want to go with you, but..."

"I can get close to Duke Rong, and I can save you a lot of trouble."

"But your body is much more important than me catching him." Han Yu thought for a while, "If you really want to follow me, then you must explain your illness to me clearly, and don't be brave anymore."

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was the first time he was ordered by others, "I was born with this disease, and my father found many doctors for me. I get sick two or three times a year, but the older I get, the more frequent it becomes. When I was 13 years old, I was sent to the mountains and saw a famous doctor. Now as long as I take good care of myself, I will basically not get sick.”

"Why is your life experience so rough?" Han Yu's pitiful eyes pierced Rong Zhen's heart.

"That's it," Han Yu said again, "We're going all the way, don't force yourself, just order whatever you like, the money I have is enough for you alone."

Rong Zhen nodded, "I have money."

"Ok?"

Rong Zhen took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, each with a denomination of 500 taels or more, "I have money."

Han Yu had never seen so much money in his life, his mouth was wide open, "Where did you get it?"

Rong Zhen rolled his eyes. That's right, Yang Jin is an upright official, how could he get so much money, "Mr. Rong asked me to keep it for him."

"My God, he has so much money?!"

Rong Zhen nodded, "He is a corrupt official."

Han Yu patted his chest, "Then we don't have to be polite, I'll give you an elbow! I've been staring at it for a long time now!"

Rong Zhen couldn't help laughing when he saw him walking out of the door with arrogance.

Seeing so much money, Han Yu just wanted to nod.

He took off the quilt covering his body, thinking that he should write a letter to Yang Jin and Mu Xi at this time, and they might be worried about what happened.

He got out of bed, walked to the edge of the table, there was paper and ink on it, and he wrote with a pen.

A servant came in and knelt down when he saw Rong's real face, "Grandpa, Mr. Chu has ordered, if you have a letter, just give it to me."

Rong Zhen glanced at him, "How do you prove it?"

The servant took out a token from his pocket, "Young Master Chu has given the same order to all the Rong's shops along the road."

"Chuxi is really cautious in handling things." Rong Zhen handed the letter to him, "If Yang Jin and the others arrive at the southern border earlier than me, let him act in my capacity first. As for Prince Pingnan, I will explain it myself." .”

The boy nodded and put the letter in his pocket.

"Also," Rong Zhen ordered again, "A few more meat dishes for dinner."

"clear."

The servant was saluting to Rongzhen, Han Yu walked in with a smile, dancing excitedly, "I'll eat my elbow in a while!"

As soon as he saw the boy, he immediately became vigilant, "How did you get in?"

"Young master asked me to come in and prepare hot water for him." The boy responded with ease.

"Ah," Han Yu nodded, "Yes, he should take a hot bath."

"Then I'll go get ready." The servant lowered his head and walked out.

Rong Zhen shook his head, a servant under his command was more scheming than Han Yu, "You only nodded an elbow?"

"How could it be?" Han Yu acted like you don't underestimate me, "I even ordered two bowls of rice."

Rong Zhen wrinkled his nose, "Don't be reluctant to spend that money, it doesn't necessarily come from the right way."

"Then if he asks you to go back, what will you do?"

Yo, I can still think of this, Rong Zhen smiled, "I have my own way."

"Would you like to be so studious that you start writing as soon as your illness recovers?" Han Yu leaned over to look at Rong Zhen's case, "What did you write?"

"Practice at will." Rong Zhen raised his eyes, faced Han Yujunyi's face, and smiled unnaturally, "How is your name?"

Han Yu was afraid that Rong Zhen would ask this, so he pursed his lips, "I don't have the talent, so forget it."

Rong Zhen grabbed his hand, "Come on, keep practicing, everyone can do it."

Han Yu pushed Rong Zhen halfway, his face smelled terrible, "Why are you still forcing me, does your father know that you are like this, I will be anxious if you are like this."

Rong Zhen knew that he had a good temper, so he intensified, pressed Han Yu's shoulders, and began to teach.

He used to teach Osmanthus osmanthus to write, and Osmanthus osmanthus is always very well-behaved and willing to study hard. He thought that every student was so worry-free, until he met Han Yu.

This stupid man is comfortable in punching, but clumsy in holding a pen, and he keeps complaining in his mouth. If it weren't for the fact that Han Yu saved his life, Rong Zhen really wanted to use the inkstone all the time. Throw it on his head.