Glory to the ancestors

Yang Xian frowned, stopped arguing with Rong Zhen, turned around, plopped down on his knees, and said hoarsely, "Your Majesty, please save the people in the three southwestern provinces!"

"This..." The little emperor was in a dilemma, looking back as if he was used to it.

Yang Xian glanced at his little action, felt uneasy and closed his eyes.

"I think what Rong Guogong said has some truths," the Queen Mother's voice was very calm, what Rong Zhen said was what she cared about, she was not Yang Xian's disciple, she didn't have so much benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust in her heart, "When the disaster becomes unstoppable, the imperial court can issue an urgent order. Let's first allocate some money to help them in an emergency so as to buy food from other places."

"But Queen Mother!" Yang Xian wanted to struggle again.

"Let's make a decision like this. I will hand over this matter to Rong Guogong. He knows how to measure it."

"I understand," Rong Zhen arched his hands and saluted, "but I still need a helper."

"Who?" asked the Queen Mother.

"Jin Ke No. [-] Scholar Yang Jin," Rong Zhen raised his mouth slightly, looking at the puzzled eyes of the people around him, "I heard that he is now working as a secretary in the Ministry of Officials, can you transfer him to work under me?"

"You mean..." The Empress Dowager nodded after thinking for a while, "That's fine, so the prime minister can feel at ease."

Yang Jin is Yang Xian's son, this year's No. [-] scholar, full of talent, and with such a father who is a prime minister, he is destined to have a smooth official career.

Knowing this, Rong Zhen took Yang Jin into his own hands, which made people have to doubt the inner purpose.

But Rong Zhen's attitude was very comfortable, as if he was aboveboard, and he even smiled at Yang Xian.

"Since there is nothing else to do, Your Majesty, let's retreat." The Empress Dowager said, although there was only a bead curtain between her and the emperor, everyone could hear her words clearly.

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and just halfway through saying the word retreat, the officials knelt down, and his embarrassing last word was completely overshadowed by the three long live.

Rong Zhen leisurely and leisurely was about to lift the curtain of the sedan chair, ready to leave.

Yang Xian stopped in front of the sedan chair, "Isn't it too much for you to enter the palace gate in a sedan chair?"

Why does this old man take care of everything.

Rong Zhen sighed, "Taking a sedan chair into the palace is a kindness given to the Rong family by Emperor Gaozu, why is it too much?"

"But none of the previous Rong Guogongs did this!"

"So," Rong Zhen knew that Yang Xian was only caressing about his superiors, so he deliberately found fault with him, and his tone was not very good, "Since the ancestors obtained such grace, if I don't go back and forth in a sedan chair, wouldn't it be disobedience? Respect?"

"You!" Yang Xian pointed at Rong Zhen's nose, "How could I teach a student like you."

"Master Prime Minister, didn't you let me call you teacher just now, and now you think I'm your student?" Rong Zhen got into the sedan chair without waiting for Yang Xian to say the next sentence, with an impatient expression on his face.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't like this teacher, and he was even grateful to him. Yang Xian was the only one who didn't abandon him when the Rong family was in decline. He was the most conscientious official in the court and the most considerate of the people.

But Rong really understands that Yang Xian's principles of benevolence and benevolence are useless to him. The fire has already burned his conscience, and revenge is the only purpose of his life until now.

So he resolutely severed the master-student relationship with Yang Xian, and confronted him tit-for-tat in the court without regard for sympathy.

The bearer raised the sedan chair and asked, "Grandpa, shall we go home?"

"No rush, let's go to Yingxue Tower first." Rong Zhen said after thinking for a while.

Yingxue Tower is a well-known entertainment hall in the capital, but few people know that it is actually the property of the Rong family. Thinking of this, Rong Zhen suddenly smiled. Those who treated him coldly back then probably didn’t understand that a centipede is dead but not stiff reason.

As soon as he stepped into the Yingxue Building, someone greeted him immediately, "Grandpa, are you here?"

"Old rules, is Chuxi here?"

"I'm here," said the boy with an ambiguous smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Xi is feeling a little lonely."

Rong Zhen nodded slightly, and followed the man into the box on the second floor.

After a while, Chu Xi walked in. He was slender, with a pale complexion, sloppy steps, and a sickly appearance.

He saluted Rong Zhen first, and said, "My lord has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay." Rong Zhen sat on the chair and poured himself a glass of wine, "Is there a letter from Pingnan Palace?"

"Yes," Chu Xi took a breath and felt that he could take half his life. He took out a letter from his long sleeve, "They sent it over yesterday."

Rong Zhen took it, opened the letter and looked at it, "I thought they could catch all those refugees, but one of them ran out, and they were lucky enough to file a complaint and crash into the prime minister's mansion. "

"What did the Prime Minister say?" Seeing Rong Zhen making a gesture to him, Chu Xi obediently sat on the chair opposite Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen quickly skimmed through the contents of the letter, and replied, "What else can I say, just those nonsense that is the most important thing in the world."

"Prince Pingnan transferred all the food and grass to the barracks, and it is too much to watch tens of thousands of people starve to death." Chu Xi is a hard-working person, but after all, he wants to help Rongzhen, so these words can only be said talk about it.

"Well," Rong Zhen folded up the letter, "He also plans to ask me to allocate a huge sum of money to buy him armaments, which is even more excessive."

Chu Xi looked at Rong Zhen, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Do as he said, but this time we need to pay more benefits," Rong Zhen said with a smile, "I have a lot of things in my house these days, so I didn't come to see you. How is your illness?"

Seeing that Rong Zhen cared about him, Chu Xi lowered his head, although his tone was self-defeating, but there was a hint of coquettishness, "It's still like that, I'm going to die."

"Your attitude is wrong." Rong Zhenling poured a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Chuxi, and said patiently, "I don't even have the confidence to live, and it's useless for the doctor to prescribe a panacea for you."

"I understand." Chu Xi held the rim of the teacup with his fingertips, but he never picked it up.

"Is there anything else?" Rong Zhen asked again.

"Young Master Jin came here and asked me if you helped him with that."

"It's done." Rong Zhen shook his head when he mentioned this matter, "What are you talking about, he is obviously popular under his father's hands, and he insists on doing something in my household department, deliberately looking for someone Bully him?"

"Young Master Jin is too young, so it's understandable that he wants to make a career on his own."

"You understand him, but you don't understand me, and Yang Xian's old stubbornness sees him as a conspiracy."

Hearing Rong Zhen's childish words, Chu Xi smiled lightly, "But you seem to be in a good mood, my lord."

"It's not bad, with that kid chattering in my ears, I'm not afraid I won't be able to have fun."

Chu Xi's eyes froze, and he raised his head slightly, seeing the smile on Rong Zhen's face, he also smiled, "You are right."

"Oh, by the way, if you have worked too hard recently, I will tell the person in charge to stop letting you pick up customers."

"No," Chu Xi immediately stopped Rong Zhen from saying, "If I don't pick up the guests, I won't be able to help you."