Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen went back to his room stiffly, he closed and opened his eyes several times, but couldn't recover.

He was rejected?

He frowned tightly, which was something he had never thought about.

Although I know that Osmanthus osmanthus may not have that kind of thought for me, but it is not possible that my liking will be interrupted by life before I can say it.

Rong Zhen sat on the bed, clenched the sheets tightly, and the knuckles on his hands gradually turned white due to the force.

He was so confident that he thought that there was only a gap between him and the sweet-scented osmanthus, but he didn't expect that there was a boundless sea between them.

There was no light in Rongzhen's room, and the cold moonlight shone into the room through the thin paper on the window, casting a silvery white.

His chest was swollen and painful, Rong Zhen hadn't felt such pain in many years.

There was a bloody smell in his mouth, and he coughed it out after holding back for a long time.

With slightly trembling hands, he took a veil from his chest, carefully wiped off the blood, wrapped the veil again, and hid it by the bedside, for fear that the sweet-scented osmanthus would find out and worry about him.

"Osmanthus, be careful," Rong Zhen yelled at the osmanthus bouncing around in the yard. At this time, the osmanthus had just learned to walk, and ran in a hurry.

Children from other families learn to talk before they learn to walk, but Osmanthus osmanthus skipped the first step.

Rong Zhen is only half the height of the gate at this time, and the young adult is alone, and he still teaches sweet-scented osmanthus.

The housekeeper prepared books and food for them, and put them on the small table in the courtyard, "Second Young Master, put them here."

"Well," Rong Zhen responded, trotting to the side of the sweet-scented osmanthus, put both hands under the armpit of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and lifted him up vigorously, "Don't make trouble, be obedient."

Osmanthus osmanthus, who was still baring her teeth and claws just now, suddenly calmed down, looking at Rong Zhen with her small eyes.

Rong Zhen was quite strong, holding the sweet-scented osmanthus, moving step by step, put the little doll on the stool, "Sit down."

There were two little girls standing behind, none of them dared to help Rong Zhen.

The second young master has to do everything about the osmanthus by himself.

Osmanthus osmanthus sat obediently on the low stool, with her upper body lying on the table, looking at Rong Zhen with her head tilted.

"Listen to me reading to you, shall we go play again?"

After waiting for a while, the sweet-scented osmanthus nodded, her round eyes still staring at Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen just came back from the Yang Mansion, and asked Yang Xian specifically, saying that reading to children is good for enlightenment, and that Yang Jin is so smart now because of this, so he immediately experimented with sweet osmanthus.

Rong Zhen murmured and read for a long time, and when he put down the book, he couldn't look at the small eyeballs of the sweet-scented osmanthus, but only looked at the slightly trembling eyelashes on his two eyelids.

Rong Zhen would have sighed at that time, and patted the sweet-scented osmanthus face helplessly, "Don't sleep here, sleep here is cold."

Osmanthus osmanthus's eyes were misty, and with two small slaps, Rongzhen's hand was sandwiched between her and pressed under her head.

Rong Zhen jumped off the stool and moved closer to the sweet-scented osmanthus, allowing him to sleep more comfortably.

He winked at the little girls behind him, and the clever one took a blanket and covered the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Second Young Master?" The little girl looked at Rong Zhen timidly, and whispered, "I'll give the sweet-scented osmanthus a cushion."

Rong Zhen shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

Rong Zhen put his left hand under the osmanthus head, and held the book in his right hand, and stayed like this all afternoon.

When Osmanthus osmanthus was full of sleep, Rong Zhen could barely feel that he still had a left hand.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was about to wipe her saliva, but Rong Zhen quickly stopped her, took out a handkerchief, wiped it around the sweet-scented osmanthus' mouth, and finally threw the handkerchief away, "Dirty."

Osmanthus osmanthus didn't know if she understood, so she just nodded.

After wiping the sweet-scented osmanthus, Rong Zhen picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus again and walked into the house.

There is a cradle next to his bed, which is for the sweet-scented osmanthus. Because the sweet-scented osmanthus grows bigger and bigger, it needs to be replaced every two or three months.

"Next time you can't sleep outside, you'll get sick."

Osmanthus osmanthus all nodded.

Rong Zhen sighed again, and put the sweet-scented osmanthus in the cradle, "Are you hungry, eat something."

Just about to go out and talk to the little girl, Osmanthus osmanthus held Rong Zhen's little finger again to prevent him from leaving. While doing this, he grinned happily, showing a few big teeth.

Rong Zhen had no choice but to shout out the door, "Get some rice soup!"

"Yes!" The little girl's voice was a little shrill.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and rubbed the cheek of the sweet-scented osmanthus with the tip of his nose, "You little annoying spirit."

Osmanthus osmanthus has a big mouth, but it can't make any sound.

When Rong Zhen saw him like this, he felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart, why could other people talk but my sweet-scented osmanthus could not.

The little girl brought rice soup, and Rong Zhen let her go out.

He took a sip in his mouth first, the taste was neither salty nor bland, and the temperature was not too bad, because of this, he often got angry with his servants.

"Osmanthus osmanthus, come." Rong Zhen mouthed "ah".

Osmanthus osmanthus opened her mouth wide in cooperation, and swallowed all the rice soup that Rong Zhen had fed into her mouth.

"Osmanthus!" Rong Zhen became nervous, put the bowl aside, picked up the osmanthus, put his chin on his shoulder, and stroked the back of the osmanthus, "I'm choking again."

Osmanthus osmanthus coughed and shed tears, which made Rong Zhen feel pain in his heart. Next time, he would not be able to feed such a big mouthful again.

"Master, Master Jin is here," the little girl poked her head to look inside.

"Let him wait."

How could Yang Jin be so obedient, let go of her servant's hand, and rushed to the door, shouting, "Osmanthus fragrans!"

He completely treats the sweet-scented osmanthus as a big toy.

"Keep your voice down!" Rong Zhen said sharply, but the hand that patted the sweet-scented osmanthus on the back didn't stop.

Yang Jin was yelled at for no reason, she was stunned, she bit her lip and looked at Rong Zhen, "I'll keep my voice down."

A servant from the Yang family walked in and saw Rong Zhen holding the sweet-scented osmanthus, and leaned forward, "Young Master, give the sweet-scented osmanthus to me for a try."

Rong really knew that this old servant was quite clever. Last time he hiccupped after eating too much sweet-scented osmanthus, he just patted it twice.

He tried his best to lift the sweet-scented osmanthus up, and the old servant took it.

"Oh, just give the sweet-scented osmanthus to me. Look at how well Lao Yang has handled him."

Rong Zhen suddenly gave Yang Jin a hard look, "What else do you want?"

Yang Jin blinked and smiled quickly, "I was just joking."

The servants of the Yang family clearly saw the fierceness in Rong Zhen's eyes, and became worried for their young master.

Rong Zhen watched the osmanthus slowly calm down, but felt uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, the state of mind at that time was probably the same as it is now.