Glory to the ancestors

"Should I give you a ban?" Rong Zhen stood at the door of the study, looked at Yang Jin and said helplessly, "What are you doing?"

Yang Jin turned around with the small box in her hand, looked at Rong Zhen with a smile, "Are you still keeping it?"

"It's not that you let me keep it." Rong Zhen walked up to Yang Jin, trying to take the small box, "How did you unlock it?"

"I have plenty of ways." Yang Jin raised his eyebrows, and when he handed the box to Rong Zhen, he made a small movement and put the stone in along his cuff.

"Hey," Rong Zhen looked at the empty small box, "Don't make trouble!"

"This is the fruit of my labor, what's wrong with me keeping it?"

"You're not the only one who picked it up," Rong Zhen stretched out his hand to snatch it, but Yang Jin hid him. He tugged on Yang Jin's sleeve, not to mention losing his focus, and pulled Yang Jin onto him.

Yang Jin was at a loss for a moment, leaning on the table with her elbows, her nose was right in front of Rong Zhen's lips.

The distance between the two people is so close that you can feel each other's breath.

Yang Jin clearly heard Rong Zhen's sigh, and she became ill-hearted for a moment, "You broke your throat and no one can save you!"

Rong was really helpless, he knew that Yang Jin could move his mouth, and the hand supporting Yang Jin's waist exerted strength, pulling Yang Jin's body close to him, "Who is more dangerous?"

No, I was calculated, Yang Jin panicked, turned around sideways, and shook the stone out of his sleeve, "Give it back to you!"

Rong Zhen smiled, shook his head, and lowered his body to pick up stones on the ground.

He glanced up and saw a pair of shoes on the threshold, "Who?"

As soon as he asked, the owner of the shoe ran away.

Yang Jin bent over and took a look, "I'm afraid some little girl misunderstood."

Rong Zhen was a little concerned, but still picked up the stone first, and kept one at the end, "You want it so much, I'll give you one."

"It's about the same." Yang Jin took the stone, played with it in his hand, and put it in his purse. "I heard from the Ministry of Industry that there will be a severe drought this year, and we can still pick up some."

"Nonsense, no court official is hoping for a severe drought." Rong Zhen locked the stone in the original small box and placed it in front of his desk.

"You are talking more and more like my father." Yang Jin shrugged her neck, "When is your house planning to hold a banquet? That's the purpose of my coming."

"Now."

Rong Zhen smiled, grabbed Yang Jin by the neck and led him into the dining room.

Jiang Yuzan had been waiting there a long time ago, and when she saw the two of them coming in, she quickly waved her hands, "Why did you come here, I just asked Osmanthus osmanthus to look for you!"

"Osmanthus osmanthus?" Rong Zhen mentioned, and his heart started beating.

"I'm going to starve to death after a day of tossing around." Jiang Yuzan covered her appetite and hurriedly greeted Yang Jin, "You didn't eat anything, did you?"

"Yes, yes," Yang Jin sat down on the chair, "I ate some melon seeds."

As soon as Rong Zhen took his seat, Osmanthus osmanthus came, holding a small jug of wine in his hand.

"I told you to go find them, but you went to get the wine." Jiang Yuzan's words were reproachful, but her expression was joyful, "I haven't had a drink for a long time."

"Drink less," Rong Zhen warned, and then looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus osmanthus kept her head down, only smiled with Jiang Yuhan twice, but never looked at Rong Zhen.

With Rongzhen in charge, even if Yang Jin wanted to drink more, he was stopped. As soon as the street lights came on, Rongzhen found two servants to send Yang Jin back.

Jiang Yuzan waved at Yang Jin's back, and asked Rong Zhen, "Why don't you let him drink more, why don't you just stay in our house if he drinks too much?"

"He will always do some outrageous things when he drinks too much." There is something in Rong Zhen's words.

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her eyes to look at Rong Zhen, then carefully withdrew her eyes.

Rong Zhen felt the unusualness of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and when everyone was ready to rest, he knocked on the door of the sweet-scented osmanthus again.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is wearing white underwear and little boots on her feet, ready to bring some hot water for herself to wash.

As soon as he saw Rong Zhen coming in, he put the basin back on the shelf and asked in sign language, "Is there anything else?"

He just waited for Rong Zhen to rest, so he probably didn't forget anything.

Rong Zhen was wearing a long gown, with the corners of his mouth pursed, "I can't sleep, I'll talk to you."

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded, kicked off her little boots, and sat cross-legged on the bed, covering her bare feet with a quilt.

Sometimes Rong Zhen really didn't know who was the master between himself and Osmanthus osmanthus, so he followed and sat on the edge of Osmanthus osmanthus' bed.

"Is the person I saw in the study today you?" Rong Zhen asked.

Osmanthus fragrans froze for a moment, it was not wrong to tell a lie, but it felt awkward to tell the truth, so she closed her mouth and thought.

"If it were you, I'd tell you that Yang Jin and I were fighting for a box of stones at the time, and we had nothing else to do."

Osmanthus osmanthus stuck out a small part of her tongue and licked her dry lower lip, "I don't really care."

"Well," Rong Zhen nodded, "I know you don't care, but I think I should tell you."

After a while, Osmanthus fragrans gestured again, "Do you like each other?"

Knowing that the little guy would think so, Rong Zhen shook his head, "No, I like you."

He said it so calmly...

Rong Zhen himself was taken aback, how much preparation he had made in the Pingnan Palace at that time, he did not expect to be able to say it so easily now.

Osmanthus fragrans blinked, and was so startled that the protruding Adam's apple went up and down several times.

When he came back to his senses, Rong Zhen had already closed the door.

Osmanthus osmanthus lay on her back on the bed, caressing her heart with one hand, and clutching the quilt with the other.

He couldn't explain the confusion he was feeling right now.

……

Yang Jin took out the stone from his purse, looked at it by light, called a little girl, and found himself a small box as big as Rongzhen's, put it in, and locked it carefully, it was very precious.

He put the small box on his forehead, pointed the tip of his nose towards the sky, and sniffed twice, as if he could smell the dusty smell in Rongzhen's study carried on the stone through the box.

Yang Xian stood outside Yang Jin's door, tried to knock on the door several times but withdrew his hand, knowing that Yang Jin had just run back from Rongguo Mansion, and seemed to have drunk a lot, so he couldn't disturb him, so he only sighed in the end.

Nie Yuan ah.