Glory to the ancestors

Chu Xi's hand strength was very light, and his voice was also very soft, which made Rong Zhen fall asleep after a while.

Chu Xi was still mumbling, but she turned her head to see Rong Zhen's sleeping face and smiled, took the quilt from the cabinet, and gently covered Rong Zhen.

He sat sideways beside Rong Zhen, touched Rong Zhen's face tentatively with his fingers, and quickly retracted.

Just staring at Rong Zhen for a while, Chu Xi also felt tired, and leaned slightly, not daring to squeeze into Rong Zhen, so he could only lean against the bedpost, and fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, with the quilt still covering his body.

Chu Xi stretched out a hand, moved the quilt away, looked up out of the window, the sun was just in the sky, probably Rong Zhen had already gone back to have lunch with the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Thinking of this, Chu Xi retracted her head into the quilt, and breathed in the only remaining, Rong Zhen's breath.

Rong Zhen hired another sedan chair and carried him back to Rongguo Mansion, but unexpectedly, there were not only sweet-scented osmanthus and Jiang Yuzan waiting for him, Yang Jin was also guarding the table with his small white teeth.

"What are you doing here?" Rong Zhen looked at Yang Jin and sat next to the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"I don't care about you," Yang Jin said aggrievedly, "If you don't support me in the household office, the people under your hands will torture me even more."

Rong Zhen saw that he gritted his teeth deliberately and said that, so he knew he was joking, and he didn't care, "I'll go back tomorrow and give you justice."

Everyone at the table laughed, and Jiang Yuhan asked, "Why have you been here for so long?"

"It's nothing." Rong Zhen had never told Osmanthus osmanthus that he often went to Yingxue Tower, and the Queen Mother chatted with me a lot.

"I'm afraid the queen mother misses you," Yang Jin said with a smile, "I heard from my father that the emperor has gained a lot of momentum these days when you don't go to court, and several things have not passed the queen mother, so I decided on my own."

"That's a good thing." Rong Zhen also smiled slightly.

Osmanthus osmanthus didn't quite understand what they said, and just stared at the dishes in front of her with her chopsticks in her mouth.

Rong Zhen saw that he was bored, and suddenly thought of something, and asked Osmanthus osmanthus, "Hungry Ghost Festival will be two days away, have you prepared paper money?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus slapped her forehead, shook her head, and quickly gestured, "I'll go out and buy in a while."

"Now that there are so many people in the family, there is no need for you to go," Rong Zhen said, "But you have to explain to them the rules of the house, how to arrange it that day, and what gifts are needed, you know?"

"Then do I have to follow suit?" Jiang Yuhan interjected.

Rong Zhen raised his head, "Of course you have to learn. Although your family is also a famous family, it doesn't necessarily have more rules than the Rong family."

"Few houses have more rules than yours." Yang Jin smiled and said to Jiang Yuzan, "I came to play with him from my house one year, and saw his house was only halfway through."

"When there were only you and sweet-scented osmanthus before, did you have to do the whole set?" Jiang Yuzan felt a little apprehensive after hearing Yang Jin's words.

"Of course we have to do everything," Rong Zhen glanced at her, "but don't worry, it used to take a long time because of the large number of people in the family, so it would take a long time to come here one by one, now it's just the two of us, Not long."

Jiang Yuhan stroked her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Seeing her reaction, Osmanthus osmanthus secretly smiled, and then gestured to Rong Zhen, "What about the sacrificial text?"

"I'll write to you this afternoon." Rong Zhen replied.

"I'm also going to write a sacrificial oration for my family this year," Yang Jin said excitedly, "I'll see how you write it later."

"You rely on me all day, what should the prime minister think?"

"My father doesn't have so many things. He has a clear distinction between public and private, and it's not like he doesn't know that we have been friends since we were young, and he never cared about me." Yang Jin was very proud when she said these things. proud father.

So should he.

Like the Rong family, the Yang family is a well-known family since the founding of the Chu state.But unlike the pampered Rong family who have always been criticized by others, the Yang family is a big favor in the hearts of the common people.

I don't know if it's the Feng Shui of their ancestors, or what, the Yang family has never had a single treacherous official, and all of them are famous and virtuous people in the court at that time.During Emperor Wu's time, he also became a protector of the country, promoting education and stabilizing the hearts of the people, and his merits will last forever.The most important thing is that the Yang family never asked for their official positions to be hereditary, but instead relied on their own abilities to win a place in the court.

They shed blood for the country and the people.

However, Rong Zhen's impression of the Yang family has always been Yang Xian's stern face. Seeing Yang Jin's playful smile, he always felt something was wrong, "Then why don't you stay at my house for a few days and see how the prime minister will treat you?" won't worry about you."

"Okay!"

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, he was just joking, but now that Yang Jin has agreed, he has no way to refute, "You can do whatever you want, anyway, there are many rooms in the mansion."

Osmanthus osmanthus likes crowds. When she heard this, her eyes rolled and she clapped her hands.

Seeing that he was still booing, Rong Zhen had no choice but to fiddle with the rice in the bowl twice, then stood up, "I will prepare some pastries and send them to my room later."

Osmanthus nods.

As soon as Rong Zhen walked out of the dining room, he heard Jiang Yuhan laughing, "Okay! The black-faced devil is out, and we can finally talk about something fun!"

Yang Jin's insolent laughter resounded.

Rong Zhen shook his head, these few.

As soon as he finished grinding the ink, Yang Jin pushed open the door of the study and showed his face, "I have something else to do with you."

Rong Zhen's pupils shrank, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart, but he didn't show much more, he beckoned Yang Jin to come in, "Close the door."

Yang Jin closed the door softly, "No one will come in, right?"

"No one but you would dare to enter my house without knocking."

"Hey," Yang Jin smiled embarrassedly, "I'm being rude, but I do have something urgent to tell you."

"Well, tell me." Rong Zhen still had a brush in his hand, and he hadn't dipped it into the inkstone for a long time.

"Didn't you approve a sum of money to Prince Pingnan a few days ago?"

"Well," Rong Zhen listened.

"You haven't come to the yamen these days, so I have been supervising this matter." Yang Jin's front teeth brushed her lower lip, making a very embarrassed expression, "It should have arrived in a few days, and they should have sent a note to accept It's time to arrive."

"Yes."

"But they not only sent a note, but also this." Yang Jin put an envelope on Rong Zhen's desk.

The mouth of the envelope was open, and a large stack of bank notes of one hundred taels could be seen inside.

Rong Zhen looked up at Yang Jin, and smiled with the corners of his mouth bent.