Glory to the ancestors

Han Yu was very enthusiastic about telling Jiang Yuzan and the others. He had spent half his life in the rivers and lakes, and he knew many and interesting things, which surprised a young lady like Jiang Yuzan who was raised in a deep boudoir.

Osmanthus osmanthus also clapped. He couldn't speak at all, let alone describe the things he encountered vividly. Seeing Han Yu like this, he was very envious.

"Oh, Rong Zhen spoke the truth in front of me, gritted his teeth and said he was Yang Jin," Han Yu laughed, "He must have been terrified at that time."

"It's almost done." Rong Zhen's cold voice came from behind Han Yu, frightening him, but he quickly calmed down and looked up at Rong Zhen with playfulness in his eyes, "Do you think you were afraid at that time?" ?”

Rong Zhen looked at him helplessly and sighed, "I'm afraid."

Jiang Yuzan clapped her palms and laughed, "Zhen'er has met someone tormenting me this time. Once I heard that Jin'er would not come back, I was afraid that the house would calm down. I didn't expect you to come again."

"With you, this house can't be quiet." Rong Zhen glanced at Jiang Yuhan, ignored her grimace, and looked directly at Osmanthus fragrans, "Osmanthus fragrans, come here and help me."

Osmanthus quickly stood up and left with Rong Zhen.

Jiang Yuhan looked at their backs and sighed, then asked Han Yu, "Do you know why Jin'er didn't come back?"

Han Yu shook his head, "I don't understand either, it is said that Prince Pingnan wants to give him a high-ranking official."

"Being an official is fake, but being a hostage is real." Jiang Yuhan rolled her eyes. She also grew up in a family of officials, so she can still reason about this point. She thought again, "You just said that you are two The leader of Qianjiao?"

"That's right, I used to be pretty, but now I'm trapped here as Rong Zhen's bodyguard."

"Then can I ask you to do something?" Jiang Yuhan blinked. She had heard about the reputation of the Liangqian Sect and knew that their followers were all over the world. It would be a trivial matter for them to inquire about some news.

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Rong Zhen glanced at Mu Xi's expression, "Don't believe what he said just now."

"Which one?" Osmanthus osmanthus laughed and gestured quickly, "It's about you being kidnapped?"

Rong Zhen sighed, "He always adds embellishments to what he says, so don't believe it."

Osmanthus osmanthus pursed her lips, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. It was rare to see Rong Zhen's face look distressed, but she thought it was cute, "I don't believe it."

Rong Zhen looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, feeling an inexplicable sense of security in his heart, and asked, "Did the chrysanthemum bloom recently, let's prepare some tea."

Osmanthus fragrans nodded, meaning that she had prepared it long ago.

The two of them walked from the back garden to the front yard all the way, which was an easy journey for ordinary people, but it was not a pleasant thing in Rongguo Mansion.

Rong Zhen accommodated the sweet-scented osmanthus, and slowed down his pace, "It's not an urgent matter."

The sweet-scented osmanthus raised her head and leaned over to look outside the gate. There was a carriage parked there, so she asked Rong Zhen, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the ancestral grave of the Rong family."

Osmanthus osmanthus glanced at Rongzhen, and asked again, "Isn't the grand ceremony coming soon? Why go now?"

"I miss my parents."

Osmanthus stopped asking. In the past seven years, Rong Zhen mentioned his parents very few times. Although he didn't know why, Osmanthus knew that something important must happen.

On the carriage, Rong Zhen remained silent the whole time and did not speak again.

The sweet-scented osmanthus lowered her head and looked at her fingers. The offerings for worship were piled up beside him. They were all prepared early in the morning. It seems that Rong Zhen had already informed the people in the Ke mansion on the way back. up.

The carriage was swaying, and the sweet-scented osmanthus had been lying on her body, feeling a little sad. He rubbed it twice, and opened the curtain of the carriage to look outside.

"It's almost here." Rong Zhen said.

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded and lowered the curtain, Rongzhen knew exactly what he wanted to do, such a tacit understanding was rarely seen among relatives.

He still remembered that he didn't learn sign language when he was a child, and he couldn't express his needs to others at all. Rongzhen patiently asked him over and over again, and didn't stop until he found out what he wanted.

Yang Jin once asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up.

He really thought about it seriously. He was very envious of Yang Jin who relied on his knowledge to win a place in the court. He also thought it would be nice for street vendors to have their own shop with their skills. Staying by Rong Zhen's side all his life, he has no second choice to go.

Thinking of the osmanthus looking up at Rongzhen, maybe it was a bumpy journey that made Rongzhen a little tired, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

His facial features are very delicate, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are all curved upwards. Fortune tellers said that such a face is easy to attract love.

His nose is very straight and very aggressive, but no one else knows that the tip of Rong Zhen's nose is not piercing at all, but rather fleshy. He felt it when he rubbed his nose against his face.

The corner of Osmanthus osmanthus curled her mouth, but luckily she couldn't speak, so she couldn't tell the secret to others.

The coachman let out a groan, and the carriage stopped with a bang.

Osmanthus fragrans gently shook Rong Zhen's body twice to wake him up.

Rong Zhen rubbed his eyes, supported the sweet-scented osmanthus with one hand, "Go down."

The Rong family's cemetery is very large, although nearly a hundred graves were added that night, it doesn't look that crowded.

Rong Zhen had to admire how foresighted his family's ancestors were. They were very courageous back then, and bought such a large piece of land at once. After more than ten generations of repairs, they almost caught up with the imperial mausoleum.

But there is no imperial tomb with a longer history than the Rong family.

Entering the cemetery is not allowed to take a carriage, and Rong Zhen and Mu Xi can only walk to the innermost step by step on their legs.

According to the precedent, the tomb of the head of the family will be built in the middle, and Rongzhen's parents' tomb also follows the routine.

The Rong family was very rich and rich, and they had no shortage of money, but the cemeteries were all kept in a simple and simple way. The bulging tombs were the places where the previous Dukes of Rong lived.

Osmanthus osmanthus carried the offerings and went to Rongzhen's parents' grave, arranged a few things neatly, lit another stick of incense, and gave it to Rongzhen.

Rong Zhen knelt down, held the incense, bowed three times to his parents, and handed the incense back to the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus osmanthus put the incense on the censer, and silently retreated behind Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen looked at the words on the tombstone. These were the words bestowed by the Empress Dowager herself. They were full of loyalty, filial piety and righteousness. It was considered as the most words bestowed by Rong Guogong in the past dynasties.

He couldn't help thinking, if he entered this cemetery one day, what word would he be given?

Loyalty is definitely not possible, Ren seems to be out of play, filial piety...

Rong Zhen smiled, and kowtowed towards his parents' tombstones, his son will be able to avenge you soon, very soon.