Glory to the ancestors

As soon as Rong Zhen woke up, his whole arm was already numb, and just as he was about to shake it, Yang Jin twisted his body uneasily and continued to climb on top of him.

Rong Zhen sighed and looked to the other side, the sweet-scented osmanthus had disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat, he stopped caring about Yang Jin, sat up, opened the curtain of the carriage, and poked his head out.

Osmanthus osmanthus climbed in from the front of the carriage. He knocked on the table on one side twice before drawing Hui Rongzhen's attention. He said in sign language, "We're almost there."

"Well," Rong Zhen's voice was a little hoarse, and he called the sweet-scented osmanthus to come forward, "don't run away by yourself in the future."

Mu Xi nodded, he had already finished washing, and his whole body was clean.

Compared with Yang Jin, who was drooling and curled up under the blanket like a piglet, it was really a lot worse.

Rong Zhen pushed Yang Jin, his hand gradually regained consciousness, and the numbness made him tremble.

Yang Jin reluctantly pawed at the chicken thigh in the dream, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Rong Zhen had no choice but to push Yang Jin's forehead with the heel of the other hand, "Don't sleep!"

There was a buzzing sound from Yang Jin's throat, like a little beast being hurt.

It's not a head for him to keep acting like a spoiled child, Rong Zhen hooked his hands at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "Bring a basin of cold water."

Osmanthus probably guessed what Rong Zhen meant, she grinned and shook her head.

"obedient."

Osmanthus obediently climbed out of the carriage, asked the cook for a basin of cold water, and brought it in again.

Rong Zhen found a cotton cloth, soaked it in cold water, picked it up again, wrung it dry, and smeared it on Yang Jin's face.

"What enmity do I have with you!" Yang Jin jumped up as the cold water stimulated his pores.

Rong Zhen felt no guilt for his prank, and pointed to the front, "It's almost here, go to the inn to tidy yourself up."

Yang Jin pursed her mouth, intentionally not wanting to talk to Rong Zhen any more, sitting cross-legged on the side of the carriage, waiting for the convoy to stop, his messy sleeping hair stuck to his face, making the sweet-scented osmanthus want to reach out and fiddle with him all the time Open, but dare not.

Rong Zhen's trip was at public expense, if he saved a penny from the court, he would lose money.

He had already assigned the three guests, and several waiters took turns delivering bath water to the room, for fear of neglecting these distinguished guests.

Although angry, there is no problem that a hot bath can't solve.

When Yang Jin came out of the room again, he had returned to his handsome and unrestrained appearance.

He flicked the hairband that fell from the crown, and sat next to Rong Zhen, "Is this the best inn in Lin County?" He looked around, "I thought it could be better."

Rong Zhen held the chopsticks in his left hand, and stirred the steaming porridge bowl, "Lin County is the poorest county under the jurisdiction of the capital city, how much better environment do you want?"

"Don't I think that we don't deserve the ostentation of Duke Rong?" Yang Jin smiled playfully. He was no worse than when his mind was blurred in the morning. Rong Zhen was his benefactor all along the way, so it would be bad to mess with him.

Rong Zhen smiled, "Come on, I didn't intend to make it bigger, after all, there are people who follow us from all over the place, so it's not good to let them see my other garden."

Yang Jin blinked, "Do you really have a private garden here?"

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her eyes to look at Yang Jin, her eyes were bent with a smile, and she raised her hand, "Did you sleep well?"

"Not good." Yang Jin tilted her head and sighed, "I thought the carriage was so luxurious, but it creaked and creaked this night, and I feel pain all over my body."

"I heard you grinding your teeth in the whole car." Rong Zhen glared at him.

"Hey!" Yang Jin stood up unconvinced.

As soon as he got up, he suddenly found that the atmosphere in the inn was unusual. The people at several tables raised their heads because of his movement, and quickly covered it up.

Yang Jin had practiced martial arts, so he still had this instinct. He lowered his head and took another look. There were metal lights shining under several tables, as if something was hidden.

He sat back on his seat and whispered to Rong Zhen beside him, "I feel a little..."

"Don't talk," Rong Zhen had noticed long ago, but his expression remained the same, he and Yang Jin exchanged winks, and glanced at Osmanthus fragrans.

Yang Jin immediately understood, and patted her head, "Osmanthus fragrans, I left a purse in the room, can you help me find it?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus froze for a moment, immediately put down the chopsticks, nodded, and gestured, "Wait a minute."

When the sweet-scented osmanthus ran upstairs, Yang Jin grasped the sword at her waist and coughed.

In an instant, all the guests in the inn stood up, pulled out the swords under the table one by one, and rushed towards Rong Zhen and Yang Jin at the same table.

Yang Jin drew out her sword swiftly, protected Rong Zhen behind her, and kicked down the person who rushed forward as soon as she stretched out her foot.

He didn't intend to do anything at first, but the other party's moves were all killing moves, all aimed at Rong Zhen.

Yang Jin let out a breath, threw away the scabbard, jumped onto the table, and picked off the collars of several people one after another.

Osmanthus osmanthus was worrying about why she couldn't find Yang Jin's purse in the room. Just as she was about to go out to ask again, a tall guard stood in front of her, "My lord ordered you to wait here."

The sweet-scented osmanthus looked at him puzzled, only to hear the noise downstairs, and became more and more worried.

Rong Zhen stood in the corner, watching Yang Jin go back and forth with these gangsters.

Yang Jin has received serious training and has a good kung fu foundation. It is no problem to deal with three or four such three-legged cats, but there are also a few masters hidden in the enemy, and their fierce moves are aimed at Yang Jin's weakness. .

After a few rounds, Yang Jin couldn't hold on anymore, and hurriedly shouted, "Run away!"

Rong Zhen was very calm, he had no intention of escaping at all, instead he waited for time, didn't the queen mother say that she arranged a team of guards for herself, what about people nowadays?

Just as he was thinking, a man suddenly fell from Lao Gao's place, and the long knife in his hand directly slashed across Yang Jin's arm.

In an instant, blood flowers flew out of Yang Jin's arm.

Rong Zhen stared wide-eyed, panicked, and patted the table next to him, "What are you doing in a daze!"

Rong Zhen's subordinates, who were ambushing in the dark, got the order and rushed out from all corners, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Rong Zhen took a few steps forward, then Yang Jin supported him with his shoulders, "How is it?"

Yang Jin clenched her teeth, and chewed the word "pain" for a long time.

Seeing that his face turned pale and the blood kept flowing, Rong Zhen became more irritable and shouted again, "Hurry up!"

A room full of gangsters, in the time of pinching fingers, only one person was left alive.