Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen sat on Osmanthus's bed, picked up the puppet next to his bed, and pinched the little man's arms and legs. This was the first puppet he bought for Osmanthus.

This puppet has been around for so many years, the little shirt on its body is tattered, and other places are also dirty. He refused to ask the osmanthus to throw it away several times, insisting that it has a smell he likes.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and smelled it, only to smell a faint smell of milk.

He stretched his neck, exhausted from the meal just now.

All her energy was focused on Li Yun, and Yang Jin told some embarrassing jokes there, making the atmosphere even colder.

Rong Zhen wanted to knock his job on Yang Jin's head several times, telling him to stop talking, and because of the presence of Osmanthus osmanthus, it is better not to kill.

Fortunately, Li Yun didn't mention anything after dinner, and left honestly, otherwise he wouldn't even be free for this moment.

Rong Zhen held the puppet up to his forehead, closed his eyes, and lay down directly on the sweet-scented osmanthus bed.

After a while, the door creaked open, and the sweet-scented osmanthus jumped in.

Seeing Rong Zhen lying on her bed, Osmanthus grinned, then walked over and snatched the puppet from Rong Zhen's hand.

Rong Zhen followed his strength and returned the puppet to him, but he still didn't want to sit up, his eyes half-closed, and asked, "It's all packed."

Osmanthus osmanthus hugged the puppet and nodded.

Rong Zhen glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "Why are you so happy?"

Osmanthus rubbed the corner of her mouth, is it so obvious?

"I'm going to the southern border," Rong Zhen sighed, "Are you still happy?"

Osmanthus fragrans froze for a moment, kicked her boots and jumped onto the bed, squatted beside Rong Zhen, and gestured with her hands, "Aren't you taking me there?"

"You want to go?" Rong Zhen smiled.

"I want to go with you."

In fact, Rong Zhen also knew that what Osmanthus osmanthus said meant nothing extra, but he just couldn't help the warmth in his heart. He raised his arm, clamped the flesh on the cheek of osmanthus osmanthus with his index finger and middle finger, and twisted it, "I am willing to follow me even if it is dangerous." go?"

That's even more exciting!

When Rong Zhen saw the osmanthus gleaming eyes, he understood that this kid didn't take the danger seriously at all, he sat up, leaned against the wall, and looked at the osmanthus quietly, "Alright, you haven't been to any other places. "

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded repeatedly, sat down with her buttocks stretched out in front of Rong Zhen, and the two of them sat facing each other.

Rong Zhen suddenly bent down, grabbed Osmanthus by the hand, and pulled him in front of him, "Osmanthus, I feel a little uncomfortable."

There was a gentle smile in the eyes of Osmanthus osmanthus, he gently hugged Rong Zhen's body, and patted Rong Zhen on the back.

Rong Zhen had a sour taste in his nose.

This is a signal for both of them.

They have been here for seven years.

Rong Zhen was only a teenager when he received the news of the family's demise, and Osmanthus osmanthus was even a child.

In the huge Rongguo Mansion, only the two of them are left to depend on each other. This is their way of keeping each other warm.

At that time, Rong Zhen was in poor health, coupled with dealing with government affairs, his spirit was weak, and he often had nightmares.

He is also a strong person, never revealing his fragility in front of others.

But the tacit understanding between Osmanthus osmanthus and him is different from ordinary people. Although he doesn't understand why Rong Zhen is upset, he understands that Rong Zhen is sad, which is like his instinct.

At that time, the two of them slept together every night.

The sense of stability surrounding the sweet-scented osmanthus made Rong Zhen's tense nerves slowly relax. He didn't dare to think, if there was no sweet-scented osmanthus, would he still persevere until now.

In fact, Rong Zhen is not the heir cultivated by the Rong family, but his brother is.

Rong Gan's personality is more aggressive, and Rong Zhen, as the second son, is just a book boy playing with the prince.

Originally, he only needed to grow up with nothing to do, take a casual job at will, and live his life comfortably.

But he grew up so fast, and in one night, he took on the burden of the family that was left alone.

When outsiders mention the Rong family, they will feel that the rich clothes and fine food have obliterated their spirit of opening up the territory for the Chu country, but this big family has survived until now not only because of the status that the ancestors fought so hard for back then.

Although life is good, none of the Rong family members do not know their own mission.

When Rong Zhen first received the letter, he still had some immature impulses, but he calmed down almost instantly.

He knows that many things cannot be resolved by impulse. He is the only fire left in the Rong family. His revenge should not be to perish with the enemy, but to watch the enemy die in front of him, and tell him that the Rong family is not It will disappear with the fall of a dynasty.

Osmanthus osmanthus gently rubbed Rong Zhen's shoulder with her face, and Rong Zhen came back to her senses.

Osmanthus osmanthus fell asleep in this position.

Rong Zhen smiled helplessly, thinking that Osmanthus osmanthus was very flustered when she saw the emperor for the first time today, and she must be tired, but I can understand it.

Rong Zhen slowly put the sweet-scented osmanthus on his side, making him lie flat.

Sure enough, as soon as she lay down, the sweet-scented osmanthus hugged her puppet.

Rong Zhen shook his head, lightly helped Osmanthus untied his belt, and quietly took off his coat.

He is very skilled in this movement, and he has done it countless times. No one in this world knows how to take care of sweet-scented osmanthus better than him.

Rong Zhen took off the white osmanthus socks again, folded them up, and put them at the foot of the bed.

After finishing everything, he stood up and exhaled.

He stared at the sleeping sweet-scented osmanthus, with an unspeakable emotion in his heart. He remembered the hot breath that the sweet-scented osmanthus hid in his arms that day when he was parading the street. He thought of the countless times he wanted to confide to the sweet-scented osmanthus. The hurdle in my heart.

Who would have thought that Rong Guogong, who called the wind and rain in the court, was a complete coward in front of feelings.

Rong Zhen shook his head, and the hair on his forehead swayed accordingly. He leaned down, touched the cheek of the sweet-scented osmanthus with the tip of his nose, stood up again, and walked out the door.

Osmanthus osmanthus felt a little itchy on his face in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Rong Zhen's face close at hand.

He hastily closed his eyes, usually he doesn't pay much attention to Rong Zhen's intimate behavior, but this time he didn't know why, he just felt that Rong Zhen was not quite right.

He closed his eyes tightly, only to open them again when he heard the sound of the door closing.

His whole body relaxed, biting his lip, a little at a loss.