Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen was sitting in the center of the lobby of the Ministry of Housing, watching Yang Jin respectfully salute in front of him in an official uniform with a smile. Is it complete?"

"Duke Hui Rong, everything is here." Yang Jin lowered her head to prevent others from seeing her snickering expression.

Rong Zhen raised his finger and turned over the documents in front of him, but he didn't look at them very carefully. According to the script he and Yang Jin had decided on at the beginning, he should have shown such an expression, and then said coldly, "This household department is no better than the official department. , You must be careful in doing things, and the tax expenditure must be exact, do you understand?"

Yang Jin shook her body and knelt down, "I know."

Seeing the two of them like this, the people around them started whispering. Rong Zhen believed that the news that Rong Guogong gave the prime minister's son a blow would definitely spread throughout the capital the next day.

Rong Zhen was almost done watching the play, so he shunned the people around him, walked up to Yang Jin, raised his foot and kicked his thigh, "It's done, kneeling doesn't hurt my leg."

"How about my acting skills?" Yang Jin supported Rong Zhen's legs to stand up, and said intoxicated, "That trembling, that submissive tone, I have nothing to say."

"I really don't understand, why do you want to work under my hands so much?"

"I'm just idle," Yang Jin sighed, "At my father's place, everyone offered me up to the sky, giving me gifts and taking me to drink every now and then. It's really boring."

"This kind of boredom is a blessing that other people can't find in a lifetime." Rong Zhen almost said that Yang Jin didn't know what to do.

Yang Jin pushed Rong Zhen, went to Rong Zhen's office, put away all her documents, "I know, but I just don't want to live so easily."

Rong Zhen shook his head helplessly, "To celebrate your new appointment today, I will treat you to Yingxue Tower."

"Oh, the iron rooster will have a day of plucking its feathers." Yang Jin smiled, holding the document and throwing a wink at Chao Rongzhen, "Then I will wait."

Seeing that Yang Jin was gone, Rong Zhen went back to his case and began to examine the money and food approved to the Pingnan Palace.

When the Pingnan Palace was founded, it was a branch of the royal family of the Chu Kingdom. During the period, because several emperors had no heirs, they would look for heirs from the Pingnan Palace, so the Pingnan Palace has always had a high status in the court.

But the new Prince Pingnan is not ordinary. It is said that he had already shown a lot of ambition when he was the eldest son. After he inherited his father's position, he immediately took a series of actions.

First, he refused to pay taxes on the grounds that the Pingnan Palace’s finances were difficult to maintain. Later, he disregarded the court’s ban and took the initiative to establish a good relationship with Nanyue. Now, he is silently preparing money and food for the army, waiting for the opportunity to rebel.

Everyone knows his ambitions, but more than half of the officials in the DPRK and China have accepted his bribes, and they all pretend to be dogs, keeping silent about his affairs.

As for him, Duke Rong, he was the target of Pingnan Palace from the very beginning.But he is obviously treated differently from others. Only Rong Zhen can quietly help King Pingnan under the Queen Mother's wishes.

In return, more than half of the money that Pingnan Palace sent to the capital was moved to Rongguo Mansion, a figure that no one else could have imagined in a lifetime.

Rong really needs money, and money can do many things.

He took the big seal of the Ministry of Households and stamped it on the memorial for approving money and food, and a huge sum of money flowed into the hands of the rebel army who was about to overthrow the dynasty.

Rong Zhen knew how much impact his action would bring, but he couldn't help laughing, the time for his revenge was getting closer.

Yang Jin was so tormented by the account book of the household department that he felt as if he had been drained at the end of the stay. But as soon as he walked out of the yamen, he saw Rong Zhen arranged for his little sedan chair, and immediately changed to Zhang Xinxi. face, drilled in.

It was already dark when we arrived at Yingxuelou, but this street was surprisingly bright. Various taverns and dance halls were hung with colorful lanterns, and the little girls in naked or bare clothes were waiting at the door to greet them. At a young age, but with that indifferent smile, she has a charm that is different from those innocent little girls.

Yang Jin's eyes skipped over these people, and finally walked into the gate of Yingxue Tower.

The servant in Yingxue Tower knew him very well, so he quickly invited him upstairs, where Rong Zhen and Chu Xi were waiting in the private room.

Yang Jin pushed open the door and smiled when she saw the two of them, and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

"It hasn't been long." Chu Xi stood up, invited Yang Jin to his seat, poured him a glass of wine, tilted his head and asked, "I heard that Mr. Jin is not very comfortable this day."

Yang Jin sat down, took the wine glass in his hand, and sighed, "No, I still underestimated the people in your household department." He turned to Rong Zhen, "Like you, you look very honest, and you can't be bothered. It’s unusual for people to come.”

Chu Xi secretly smiled, it was only Yang Jin who thought that Rong Zhen's appearance was honest.

"You are the one who has to suffer this, or I will write another document to transfer you back to the official department?" Rong Zhen snorted and said deliberately.

"Don't, don't," Yang Jin shook her head again and again, "It's pretty good, I just like being tossed about."

Chu Xi smiled slightly, "Young Master Jin is still optimistic."

Yang Jin tilted her head to look at Chu Xi, "Chu Xi, have you lost weight recently?"

"Is there?" Chu Xi gently touched his cheek. He was indeed very thin, and the flesh on his face was sunken.

"You said that you obviously have Rongzhen as a great benefactor, why do you still work so hard and enjoy it?"

"I told him the same way," Rong Zhen felt helpless when he said this, "but he didn't listen to any persuasion."

"I just want to see more people, otherwise I will always be bored in the room, how boring." Chu Xi explained indifferently, and he said, "to celebrate the transfer of Mr. Jin today, why don't I play a song."

"Okay!" Yang Jin clapped her palms, "I haven't heard you play for a long time!"

Chu Xi fetched the piano, put it on the table on the other side, plucked the strings with ten fingers, and the melodious sound of the piano poured out from it, lingering in the whole room.

Rong Zhen and Yang Jin looked at each other and smiled, clinked glasses, and drank all the wine in the glasses.

While pouring wine for Yang Jin, Rong Zhen tapped his fingers on the table following the sound of Chu Xi's piano. This was a rare leisure time for him.

Yang Jin was tired and exhausted, so she drank more, stood up when she was excited, and danced.

Using his fingers as swords, he danced.

This set of sword dance is really familiar, they learned it together when they were young, and the master who taught them is a good swordsman.But at that time Rongzhen was weak, so he didn't learn, he just set up a small stool with Mu Xi, sat on it, held tea, and watched the practice of the prince and Yang Jin sweating profusely.

The name of the prince at that time was Li Huan, and he was the elder brother of the current emperor. The three of them grew up together.

But now, Rong Zhen and Yang Jin have a tacit understanding, and will never mention his name or anything related to him again.