When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

There was a huge noise in Yunshui Tower, and even the entire ground was shaking slightly.

There was panic inside and outside the main road. No one knew why the Military Guard, which was directly under the emperor, would be dispatched during the festival, while the Military Affairs Department, which was responsible for protecting the safety of the capital, seemed to have not heard anything.

But the main streets outside the main roads were all filled with people from the Bingmasi stationed in places with heavy traffic.

Sensitive people still noticed the weirdness of the matter...

"Let's go first." Rong Zhen stepped forward and subconsciously pulled Cheng Yunyu, whose face was as tough as iron, and said in a deep voice, then turned around to look at the astonished Lin Jing.

"Don't just stand there. If you have anything to say, go to a safe place and talk."

Lin Jing has always known that Rong Zhen's boxing skills are first-rate, but he just looks a little slender. However, no one in the entire army dares to underestimate this young deputy general. Once they underestimate him, they will be the same as the enemy.

Asking for trouble.

But he didn't expect that Rong Zhen's body movements were so good that he stepped on the eaves silently and was extremely calm.

Lin Jing couldn't help but glance at the Yunshui Building behind him, which had been opened. There were still blue-white fireworks blooming there, and the whole building had long been lit up by the torches of the Military Guards as bright as day...

He couldn't help but look up at the moon that was vaguely obscured by dark clouds, and his right eye twitched uneasily.

Rongzhen bought a house in Shendu. The owner was in a hurry to move out and the location happened to be remote, so Rongzhen invested all her savings over the years in it.

Now, Lan Ye is the only one living in the entire mansion.

The house is in good condition.

After Lan Ye moved in, she started a stove, and there was a bit of homeliness in the house.

There were already two people standing at the door.

The round-faced servant saw Rong Zhen walking in the middle at a glance. His eyes lit up and he waved at Rong Zhen enthusiastically.

"Allow..."

The next thing he saw was his master's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Son..."

Thirteen glanced at Cheng Yunyu cautiously, put away his enthusiasm, but still spoke positively.

"Everything has been arranged according to the Fourth Master's request."

After saying this, he still looked at Rongzhen enthusiastically.

"I often hear the Fourth Master mention Rong... Young Master, and now I finally meet him..."

Cheng Yunyu glanced at Thirteen.

"Speak up."

Then he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Rong Zhen, and explained.

"This is.."

Thirteen took the initiative to speak.

"I am Thirteen, the Fourth Master's servant."

Rongzhen was wondering how Yunyu had managed to arrange the two seriously injured people to stay in the mansion in such a short time. It seemed that this little servant was actually a martial artist.

Cheng Yunyu muttered a few words under his breath.

Thirteen's eyes were shining as he bowed to Rongzhen, nodding and bowing in a somewhat clumsy manner.

"Mr. Rong, I have some talent in martial arts since I was young, mainly because the Fourth Master taught me well. Haha, please come in."

Rongzhen understood.

Although this servant is just a servant, judging from Yunyu's personality, he is more like a friend who grew up with him in his childhood, otherwise he would not have spoiled him like this.

Lin Jing couldn't help but interrupt after all.

"Ah Zhen, what on earth is going on? If I remember correctly..." This handsome man's ears were almost callused after he came back to his senses.

First, Cheng Sheng’s son.

Secondly, as a commoner, he made suggestions beyond the imperial order and was summoned by the Majesty and appointed as the Zhengzi of Lintai.

Thirdly, he is gentle and refined, talented and handsome, and is the elegant young man that the women in the capital secretly yearn for.

But this legendary gentle man, the two arrows he shot, were not just a weak civil servant...

Moreover, he looked particularly gloomy and didn't look like a gentleman at all.

Moreover, A Zhen is not from Shendu and is stationed in the army. Why does he have a good personal relationship with Cheng Sheng's son?

Rong Zhen frowned and finally couldn't help rolling her eyes at Lin Jing.

"Does this look like a place to talk?"

"Shut up and go inside."

Lin Jing "....."

For some reason, the quieter Rong Zhen was, the more oppressive he felt, so he chose to shut up.

Lan Ye opened the door and welcomed the few people in. Then she looked around and closed the door carefully.

He obediently walked aside to prepare tea for a few people.

Although she didn't know what her master was going to do, she knew that he was her savior, and it was a great mercy from her master that he saved her from that dark place.

It is enough for her to do her job well and help her master share his worries.

The layout of the courtyard was very simple. Almost all the furniture purchased by the original owner had been sold, and Rongzhen only took a look at the furniture when she bought it, and did not purchase any decent tables, chairs or ornaments.

Rong Zhen took a few glances. The little girl Lan Ye had never mentioned anything about it. When she had some spare money in the future, she would still buy more basic daily necessities for the courtyard.

Lan Ye brought a pot of hot water from the next room. Seeing that several people had not yet sat down, she hurried over to wipe the stone table and bench in front of her, and then she carefully glanced at Rong Zhen.

Rongzhen spoke.

"You guys sit down first, I'll go in and take a look."

"Lan Ye, get me a basin of hot water and help me."

Lan Ye responded immediately.

"Okay, son."

Lin Jing was puzzled.

"Is there anyone else inside?"

Thirteen answered obediently.

"Two injured people, one man and one woman." Although both of them were thin, it was really hard to carry them.

Lin Jing didn't think much about it. He sat on the stone bench, picked up the hot water, put it down again, and wanted to ask something.

But when he looked up, he saw the illegitimate son of the Cheng family sitting opposite him with an expressionless face, and had no intention of paying any attention to him at all.

About the time of an incense stick.

Lin Jing was so tired of waiting that he finally couldn't help jumping up. Rong Zhen walked out of the main room, wiping the blood stains with a soft cloth in her hand.

"Ah Zhen, what's going on?"

The sound of the night watchman's drum was heard, and there was silence inside and outside the house. Although we were all in the same city, this remote place seemed to be asleep.

The capital of the gods is such a place.

Rongzhen glanced at Lin Jing and sat down silently.

"Yun Anhe is a spy from the Northern Territory."

Lin Jing jumped up from his seat, his expression changed drastically and his tone became firm.

"impossible."

The night was very quiet, and Rong Zhen's voice seemed ethereal and vague.

"Then why would the Military Guards be dispatched?"

Lin Jing was stunned. The woman's sad and heartbreaking eyes appeared in his mind, and he thought of tonight.

"You're talking about the fake An He I just saw."

Not hopelessly stupid.

Rongzhen frowned.

"Leave aside the rest."

"Lin Jing."

"Do you know what my biggest concern is?"

Lin Jing's eyes had just withdrawn from the door of the main room. In fact, he now realized that since Rong Zhen had taken action, maybe she was fine...

He answered in confusion and subconsciously.

"what?"

Rong Zhen's eyes sparkled...

"Why does the Military Guard Division want to move Yunshui Tower?"

"Does anyone else know about your contact with Yun Anhe?"

"Don't forget, you are a direct descendant of the Lin family."

Lin Jing was stunned. Rong Zhen's few casual words made him feel cold. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed even more confused...