Those years when I was a tool person

In the evening, Rong Ying was called by Han Baoyin to sit down.

Liu Shi took the two children far away, she wanted to go up to talk, but remembering Han Baoyin's habit of not talking, eating or talking when sleeping, she could only stop thinking about feeding the children obediently.

Although Han Baoyin had warned her when she was pregnant that Han Jianlin was the only direct son of the Han family, and told her not to have delusions, but Liu Shi couldn't help gritting her teeth when she saw the two people with loving fathers and filial sons over there.

Both are surnamed Han, so why should her children be inferior?

She completely forgot that she was so eager to give birth to Han Baoyin's two children.

Rong Ying didn't notice the resentment in Liu's eyes. After dinner, he chatted with Han Baoyin for a few words and then went back to his yard.

It was getting late, and Han Fuzhong had already lit the lanterns. Rong Ying had to go back through a long corridor with brightly lit lanterns hung on both sides of the pillars.

There were tree shadows scattered on the ground, and a few busy servants walked by from time to time on the promenade, and when they saw him, they would bend down respectfully and call out to the eldest son.

Rong Ying nodded to them, and continued to walk forward, he found that the Han family was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

He found guards in many corners and hidden places, and he could find a dark post within a few steps, which could be described as heavily guarded.

He has done a lot of bad things, and the more he has seen others die tragically at his hands, the more he worries that he will die like that one day.

When he reached the door, Rong Ying was about to push the door when he heard a short whistle.

Looking around, there were no guards in his yard. He moved his feet, jumped over the high wall without a sound, and followed the whistle to find it.

"Master!"

In the alley outside the Han Mansion, under the moonlight, Song Xin leaned against the corner of the wall, saw Rong Ying appear, immediately stood up straight, and hugged him.

When they were in Muchang, the two of them sometimes acted separately. In order to facilitate communication, Song Xin taught Rong Ying to whistle. The codes are the same, and different whistle sounds represent different meanings.

"How did you find it?" Rong Ying patted Song Xin on the back, telling him to let go of himself: "Did something happen?"

Song Xin buried her head in Rong Ying's shoulder, and muffled: "I just want to see you."

Rong Ying laughed and joked: "You miss me so much?"

Song Xin raised his head with a serious face: "Yes, that's how I miss you."

I started thinking about it as soon as we parted.

Rong Ying stopped talking, he stared at Song Xin for a while, then tiptoed to kiss him.

Song Xin was stunned for a moment, and then responded fiercely by wrapping around his waist.

The two kissed for a long time before letting go of each other.

Rong Ying rested her head against Song Xin's chest, hearing the heartbeat in her ears as if it was about to jump out.

He swallowed and took a quick breath: "I'll go find you tomorrow."

"Will Han Baoyin agree with you to leave?"

This is what Song Xin is more worried about. Han Baoyin finally waited for his son to come home, probably because he didn't want him to live outside.

"I'll deal with it, he respects my ideas."

"That's good."

The two hugged for a while, and Rong Ying whispered, "I should go back."

Song Xin: "Yes."

No intention of letting go.

Rong Ying: "..."

The surroundings fell silent, and Rong Ying got out of Song Xin's arms: "I'm leaving."

Song Xin's face was full of displeasure, and he reluctantly said hello: "Be careful on the road."

"You too." Rong Ying waved at him, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Returning quietly to the Han Mansion just like when she came out, Rong Ying hid from the dark hillock, walked into her own yard, and then opened the door to enter the house.

When closing the door, Rong Ying paid attention to the movement outside, and closed the door after making sure no one noticed.

Wait until the lights in the room go out and there is no one in the room.

In the yard, a rockery moved, and Han Baoyin came out from the shadows.

He glanced at the direction Rong Ying came back from, and sighed faintly.

"When the child grows up, he will not be as obedient as when he was a child."

……

The next day, just after dawn, Rong Ying walked out of the room. He turned around and was about to close the door when he heard someone talking behind him.

"Lin'er got up so early, is she going out?"

Rong Ying's men paused, then turned his head, and saw Han Baoyin stroking his beard and looking at him with a smile.

"Is there any place Lin'er wants to go? Dad is the most familiar with the imperial city, so he can show you around."

Rong Ying walked down the steps and smiled at Han Baoyin: "No need, everyone in the wooden field is in Tiangong. I'll go and see if I can help. Dad, you should have something to do, so don't bother."

"Alright." Han Baoyin and Rong Ying walked outside together: "I just happen to be going into the palace today, you go by yourself, do you know the way?"

"I went there once when delivering wood."

The father and son walked to the gate of the Han Mansion, and there were already sedan chairs waiting.

Han Baoyin turned to look at Rong Ying, and said earnestly: "There are so many masters in the house, you pick a few and let them follow with you, so that father can feel at ease."

Rong Ying: "I can protect myself. Ordinary people can't do anything to me. Besides, I'm used to being free and I don't like being followed."

Han Baoyin persuaded him a few more words, and seeing that Rong Ying was not happy, he stopped saying: "Since you know what you are doing, then Dad will stop forcing you. I will ask the kitchen to cook something delicious for you when I come back tonight."

Said, walked over to the sedan chair.

Rong Ying called him in time: "Father, I plan to live on the Tiangong construction site like the people in Kichang, and I won't come back at night."

The servant who was accompanying him had already opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and Han Baoyin kept on walking. He lifted up his robe and worked steadily in the sedan chair, without any intention of letting the servant put down the curtain.

He just sat like this, raised his head and glanced at Rongying, with a calm expression: "You can go to the construction site, I know I can't persuade you, but you have to come back at night, it's really impossible, my house is as big as Han Mansion, let everyone on the construction site The coolies all live in."

It means that if Rong Ying insists on living with the coolies in the Kichang, then he will let everyone in the Kichang move into the Han Mansion.

Resolute attitude.

Rong Ying didn't speak.

The servant lowered the curtain under Han Baoyin's signal, and the bearer lifted up the sedan chair and walked in front of Rong Ying.

Rong Ying watched Han Baoyin leave, and couldn't help feeling a little worried, this time he was in trouble.

Tsk, it wasn't obvious when we met yesterday. I didn't expect Han Baoyin's desire to control to be so strong.

Rong Ying shook her head, thinking about how to appease Song Xin, and at the same time walked towards Tiangong.

The base site of the "Heavenly Palace on Earth" was chosen on the right side of the palace, next to Suling Mountain, the barrier of the imperial city.

Suling Mountain has excellent geomantic omen, and it is the place where the emperors of all dynasties slept after their death. In order to build the Heavenly Palace, Emperor Taikang asked a magician to do divination, and moved the ancestor's tomb to another mountain.

From Han Mansion to the other side, you need to cross a bustling main street, then turn right along the palace wall and walk for a certain distance.

Rong Ying was stopped by someone when passing by a teahouse, he looked up and saw Mrs. Jing Shen whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Mrs. Jingshen was sitting on the second floor by the window, drinking by herself. She beckoned to Rong Ying: "Little bastard, come up and have a cup of tea."

Rong Ying went upstairs: "Master, long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Mrs. Jing Shen refills tea for him herself. Rong Ying was flattered and guessed at the same time that Mrs. Jing was here because she was waiting for her.

Sure enough, the next thing he heard the teacher said: "I came here just to wait for you."

Rong Ying rubbed the cup wall with her fingers and said nothing, the teacher was silent for a while, and said softly: "I heard that you have returned to the Han residence."

Rong Ying nodded: "I went back to meet my father yesterday."

The teacher picked up the cup and drank tea, as if she was trying to cover up something: "Are you still used to living here?"

Rong Ying glanced at the teacher, a little helpless, this sudden tenderness and concern made him feel uncomfortable, he might as well be cursing like before: "Master, if you have something to say, you can just say it."

The expression on the teacher's face froze for a moment, and then she sighed rarely, put down the cup, and said in the same stern tone as before: "Leave Han Mansion, and don't go back anytime soon."

It is a command, not a suggestion.

"Why?" Rong Ying asked.

The teacher hesitated for a moment, but she believed that even if Rong Ying found out about some things, he would not reveal them, "Someone will assassinate Han Baoyin recently, and I'm afraid they will hurt you by mistake."

Rong Ying thought of the assassination team specially formed to kill Han Baoyin.

Song Xin is the male protagonist, but his plot has just begun. After Han Baoyin's death, the world will fall into a period of chaos, and then Song Xin will shine.

Han Baoyin's death was the last straw that overwhelmed the Eastern Qi Kingdom. The powerful courtier was assassinated by Jianghu people, and the huge Han Mansion ignited a fire. The orange fire illuminated the entire imperial city, and it never went out for three days.

Afterwards, the suppressed factions in the DPRK took the opportunity to revolt. Emperor Taikang had been in power for a long time, and he was not prepared for danger in peace.

The court was in turmoil, and the court was also caught in endless disputes. Ambitious people emerged one after another, wanting to get a share of Han Baoyin's death.

The carrion is removed, and new ones will grow.

Han Baoyin has indeed reached the moment of strangers.

The teacher was still waiting for Rongying's answer. Seeing that he didn't speak, she became a little anxious: "I don't know when they will do it, but I can be sure that Han Baoyin is really doomed this time. Although you are his son, It has nothing to do with the sins he did, you leave Han Mansion, don't think about losing your life for such a person."

Rong Ying lowered her head: "He is my father."

"But he has to die." The teacher suppressed her voice, very serious: "If he doesn't die, many people will die because of him."

"I see."

The teacher breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you plan to leave?"

Rong Ying shook her head: "My father said he wouldn't let me go."

Teacher: "..."

Unable to suppress her violent temper, she stood up and slammed the table down, frightening the whole teahouse.

"Little thing, you just want to anger me, right?!"

Rong Ying quickly pulled the teacher down and sat down: "Master, calm down, this is the imperial city, so many people are watching."

Mrs. Jingshen glared at the spectators around, seeing that they all turned their heads and dared not look any more, so she took a deep breath and sat down.

"Why don't you leave?" The teacher asked coldly, "Why don't I believe that father Han Baoyin is so important to you? It's worth your death with him."

They are obviously a father and son who get together less and leave more. There will be feelings, but they will definitely not be too deep, especially Rong Ying is a cold-hearted person in her eyes. On the surface, he is kind to everyone, but in fact he is kind and can't bear it snub others.

In fact, keep a distance from everyone, including her.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Jingshen's heart softened again, and she tried to lower her voice: "Don't be so stubborn, Han Baoyin is destined to be like this, but you are still young, don't forget that there is still an apprentice waiting for you to teach him."

Rong Ying thought of Song Xin, and when the hero accepted him as his apprentice, his mission would be completed.

"I will not interfere with your actions," Rong Ying said to the teacher, "I stay in the Han Mansion as my last duty as a son of man, because he wants me to stay with him for a while longer. But I can assure you, When something happens to him, I'm not going to make a move."

"Forget it, it's up to you, I don't care." Hearing what Rong Ying said, the teacher had nothing to say: "You can do it yourself."

The teacher walked away, and Rong Ying sat alone for a while, drank the tea in the cup, and then got up and went downstairs.

Back on the street again, Rong Ying looked up at the majestic deep palace not far away, turned around and walked along the palace wall on the right.