Glory to the ancestors

It's been a long time since I dreamed about my childhood.

Yang Jin, who was less than half the height of the pillar, was sitting on a chair, coughing and crying.

Li Huan squeezed his mouth, poked inside, and touched it with his hand, "It's already moved, just pull it out."

"It hurts!" Yang Jin clasped the stone table, making a fuss.

"Then you don't feel uncomfortable now." Rong Zhen put the sweet-scented osmanthus on his lap, and the sweet-scented osmanthus held a long thread in his hand, which Li Huan put in his hand just now.

He shook the little rope in mid-air, and looked at Li Huan in puzzlement.

Li Huan took the thread and tied a small knot on the top. He pinched Yang Jin's lip and put it on Yang Jin's active baby tooth.

"Don't cry!" Li Huan was a little annoyed by the quarrel, "It will be fine soon, that's what all the mothers in the palace say!"

"Come on, how many nuns in the palace dare to touch your teeth." Yang Jin gave him a dissatisfied look, and then forgot why she was crying.

"Rong Zhen, you hold this end." Li Huan handed the other end of the long line to Rong Zhen, "When I say pull, you just use your strength, and I will support him."

Rong Zhen snorted and wrapped the thread around his fingers.

Yang Jin closed her eyes tightly, trembling with fright.

Li Huan winked at Rong Zhen, and Rong Zhen pulled hard.

Yang Jin stared at her tiny baby teeth hanging on the thread, her mouth was wide open, and blood flowed from her mouth.

Li Huan hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped his lips, "Isn't this a matter of time?"

Yang Jin's crying made most of the Yang family unable to sleep.

……

"Master!" The little girl stumbled in, her face still full of tears.

This time Yang Jin didn't believe her, "What's wrong?"

The little girl could hardly speak, she could only point to the direction of Yang Xian's room choked with sobs, and just about to speak, she covered her face, "Look quickly..."

Yang Jin exhaled, strode over, and watched the whole family kneel at the door of Yang Xian's room.

Startled, he clutched his sleeves tightly.

Yang Xianping was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Yang Jin lost his strength when he walked halfway. The little girl beside him hurriedly helped him, and he closed his eyes tightly. If this is a dream, wake up quickly.

"Why is this happening?" Yang Jin knelt by the bed and asked with trembling lips.

"I don't know," the housekeeper of the Yang family replied tremblingly while covering his face with his sleeves in tears, "as soon as I come here in the morning...the master..."

"Has the Fuchu hired any new people recently?"

"This..." Steward Yang raised his head, bit his lips and thought for a while, "There is one, who was recommended by Mr. Rong Guo. He thinks our family is short of staff, and the salary is also paid by Mr. Rong Guo."

Yang Jin's eyes were bloodshot, "Where is it?"

Steward Yang trembled all over, and looked at the kneeling servants behind him, "Master, he's not here..."

Yang Jin's chest trembled, and she almost fell over.

how is this possible……

Yang Xian was a model of loyalty and filial piety all his life, and he was a model of literati all over the world. Apart from his original clan and his students, some people from all over the country spontaneously organized to pay homage to Yang's family. Some of them even went to Beijing. I have never seen her face, but she is still here.

Yang Jin knelt beside the coffin expressionlessly, and the people around him did whatever they wanted.

He was dressed in sackcloth, knelt down mechanically, got up, took the other's hand, and nodded.

On the other side is the clan of the Yang family, most of them are officials in various places, and when they heard of the death of the Patriarch, they all put down their affairs and came from afar.

Their official positions vary from high to low, but they are all clean and honest officials in the mouth of the people.

Kneeling outside are Yang Xian's disciples, who are teachers for one day and fathers for life, many of them are elders with gray hair, only heard Yang Xian's words, they consider themselves his disciples.

All affairs are presided over by the elders of the Yang family's clan, and Yang Jin doesn't need to take care of anything.

He was still in shock and couldn't recover.

"Duke Rong is here!"

Everyone in the Yang family raised their heads.

Although Yang Jin has banned everyone's rumors, how can the people in Yang's mansion face up to Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen was dressed in plain clothes, followed by Osmanthus fragrans in mourning clothes.

Yang Jin watched them walk in front of her, knelt once, kowtowed, knelt twice, kowtowed, kowtowed three times...

Yang Jin couldn't raise his head anymore, he couldn't look at Rong Zhen's face.

"Yang Jin, I have something to tell you." Rong Zhen's faint voice sounded in Yang Jin's ear, "It's very important."

Yang Jin took a deep breath, stood up, swayed for a while, Rong really wanted to help him, but was refused.

They came to Yang Xian's former study, the furnishings above were still the same, Mu Xi looked around, feeling emotional, retreated outside the door, and waited.

"What do you want to say?" Yang Jin sat on the chair with her hand on her forehead, exhausted.

"The servant I sent here was just to inquire about the news, and absolutely had no intention of harming the teacher."

"Oh, you still have the nerve to call him teacher."

"You don't have to speak so harshly. Yang Fuzhong already has the eyeliner of various forces, so how can you be sure it's me?"

"Then let me ask you, what happened to those two censors?" Yang Jin stared, "Aren't you just going to get rid of the people around the emperor, how can you let my father go?!"

"You!" Rong Zhen was so angry that he wanted to grab something and throw it at Yang Jin, "You and I have known each other for 20 years, and you don't know what I can do and what I can't do?"

"I didn't count!" Yang Jin erupted suddenly, and the osmanthus osmanthus outside trembled with her shout.

"Even if you didn't do anything to my father, what do you think you can do with it?"

Yang Jin's words were really embarrassing, Rong Zhen was stunned for a while, then nodded, "You are right, there is indeed my reason."

Yang Jin sniffed, turned her head to one side, so that Rong Zhen could not see her expression, "You go."

"us……"

"Without us," Yang Jin said in a cold voice, "I will investigate this matter myself."

Rong Zhen licked his lower lip, took a breath, held back his tears, turned and left.

Yang Jin faced the direction of the door and slowly closed his eyes. He always wanted to be free, but he would eventually be involved in this chess game.

"Master," Butler Yang led a person to the study, "The imperial envoy Cheng Duyun is here."

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