Glory to the ancestors

"Is the sweet-scented osmanthus awake?" Rong Zhen rushed home as soon as he came, not daring to delay.

Jiang Yuzan gave him a suspicious look, "I haven't seen anyone else this morning, so I still want to ask you."

The corner of Rong Zhen's mouth curled up obviously, and he turned around and went to the backyard.

Jiang Yuhan felt even more strange, rolled her eyes twice in her sockets, and suddenly covered her mouth... No way.

She began to gossip and followed Rong Zhen with small steps. After seeing Rong Zhen entered the osmanthus house, she stood at the door and listened to the movement inside.

Osmanthus osmanthus stood beside the bed with disheveled hair, stepping on her shoes with bare feet, seeing Rong Zhen walking in, she stared at Rong Zhen with both eyes.

"What's the matter?" Rong Zhen walked towards him, stretching his arms and wrapping him in his arms.

Rong Zhen knew that he couldn't answer him like this, Mu Xi thought angrily.

However, Rong Zhen's embrace was so warm that he quickly calmed down, and rubbed his cheek against the warm jade worn around Rong Zhen's neck.

He fixed his eyes and saw hibiscus flowers engraved on it.

Osmanthus osmanthus parted her lips slightly, a little surprised, gently pushed Rongzhen down, smiled at him, kicked her shoes all the way to the mirror, picked up the comb and began to comb her hair.

Rong Zhen looked at him and found nothing wrong, then slowly walked to the side of the sweet-scented osmanthus, took the comb from his hand, "I'll help you."

Jiang Yuzan stood outside the door and waited for a long time, but she didn't find anything she wanted to hear, so she smacked her lips.

"Lunch together?"

Osmanthus nods.

"Spring is coming soon, do you want to see flowers," Rong Zhen said, "I'll make an appointment with Yang Jin for you."

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the mirror nodded vigorously, Rong Zhen smiled again, "You are the most interested in having fun."

After a while, someone knocked on the door, "Grandpa, someone is looking for you outside the house."

"Who?"

"Master of Dali Temple."

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes, helped the sweet-scented osmanthus to tie her hair into a ponytail, and stroked it twice in the palm of her hand, "I'll come right away."

"You go eat something first." After Rong Zhen finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the sweet-scented osmanthus on the forehead, and hurried away again.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at the mirror, thinking that the bronze mirror was actually not as clear as the lake in the courtyard.

Dali Siqing sat in the hall of Rongguo Mansion, looking a little cramped.

Rong Zhen straightened his clothes slightly, walked up to him, and bowed to him, "Master Zhang."

"Don't dare to dare," Dali Temple Minister Zhang Yun waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly returned his obeisance, "How can I get my lord to salute me."

"Master Zhang, is there any business in your house?"

Zhang Yun's appearance was obviously difficult to speak, he hissed, as if he had used a lot of courage, "It is true that there is something at hand that I need to discuss with my father-in-law."

"My lord, just tell me."

Zhang Yun took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. On it was a table with dates in one column and numbers in the other.

Rong Zhen understood at a glance that this was the taels of silver he drew from taxes every year.

He smiled and shook his head, "What does that mean?"

Zhang Yun sighed, "My lord, please look, this column is the date, and the other column is the number. I guess this is an account book." He folded the paper, "It's just that the person who handed this paper didn't explain in detail what it means. Just leave a message, if you want the next official to come to you, then you can find out the truth."

"Who sent you this message?"

"I heard from the yamen servant that the man was ordinary-looking, and he left after giving the letter to the yamen servant. They don't remember much."

"That's why your lord came to the door yesterday, isn't it?"

Zhang Yun nodded, "I wanted to take advantage of yesterday to ask the father-in-law, but there were too many people talking, so I visited again today."

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes, "What do you think, my lord?"

"This lower official doesn't know either, but the person named him wanted to find you, so the lower official can't refuse to come."

"But I don't know what this piece of paper means," Rong Zhen stretched out his hand, "Can you leave this piece of paper for me to study first?" He added, "When I guess the meaning, Go and tell the adults."

Zhang Yun handed the paper to Rong Zhen. He is the Minister of Dali Temple, and he is the most cautious in his work. He has already copied a copy, so there is nothing wrong with giving this to Rong Zhen, "Okay."

Rong Zhen nodded slightly, his face calm.

Zhang Yun left after sitting there for a while. He is Yang Xian's disciple, he has always valued his own reputation, and he doesn't want to give others the impression that he is showing favor to Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen squinted at the words on the paper. Only a few officials in the household department he trusted knew about these things. They all benefited and would never betray him at the risk of being unable to protect themselves.

Who is it.

Rong Zhen wasn't in a hurry, since this person presented the things to Dali Temple and didn't say anything clearly, it meant that this person would definitely come out to meet him on his own initiative.

However, he was still a little uneasy, what should he do if the other party's request cannot be met.

……

"My lord understands what I want." Su Tang sat on the teahouse, looking at the bustling crowd on the street.

"Just tell me if you have something to do." Rong Zhen poured himself a cup of tea, "Why do you need to do such a thing."

"I just hope that my father-in-law can see that my ability is far more than just being a servant of the Ministry of War."

But no, to be able to obtain such confidential information from one's confidantes, of course, is not just a servant of the Ministry of War, "Didn't I promise you that the position of Minister of the Ministry of War will be yours sooner or later," Rong Zhen smiled, "Or do you plan to be prime minister?"

"I don't plan to compete with the old man for that position," Su Tang turned his face and looked at Rong Zhen, "I just want to know what happened to Ji Bei?"

Rong Zhen snorted, "Aren't you kidding me, I have been staying in this capital, how can I know what happened in the extreme north?"

"And I just took over the Ministry of War, and you have been doing things for me all the time. Don't you know much better than me?"

Su Tang picked up the teacup, and put the rim of the cup against his lips, "Since my father-in-law knows that I can receive military reports from the extreme north every day, you don't have to be vague with me." He raised his eyes sharply, "that extreme north Yun Cang, a general of Yingjilang, must be a servant of the Rongguo Mansion, he is so brave, he has gone from deputy commander to general in just a few months."

Rong Zhen looked at him and didn't speak.

"Among the four guards, the Extreme North Army has the strictest regulations. It is promoted not based on seniority, but on the number of enemies killed," Su Tang said. When this general goes into battle, he ends up losing."

"Maybe it's his luck." Rong Zhen looked at Su Tang with a smile, and blinked, feeling that he didn't have any confidence.

Su Tang was able to detect such little details from the hundreds of military newspapers, and he had to say that he had underestimated him by only treating him as an eyeliner for the Ministry of War.