Glory to the ancestors

Early in the morning, the gate of Rongguo Mansion was crowded with people.

When Osmanthus yawned and went to open the door, he was almost taken aback. He was afraid of being squeezed by the crowd, so he took several steps back, but he still couldn't escape and fell into someone's arms.

Osmanthus osmanthus supported the man's body to stand up straight.

"Be careful," Yang Jin supported the body of the sweet-scented osmanthus with one hand, showing a row of small white teeth, smiling very kindly.

The sweet-scented osmanthus smiled at him and pointed to the room, meaning that she was going to tell Rong Zhen to go.

Yang Jin nodded, "Go, I'll help you look over here."

Osmanthus turned around and ran into Rongzhen's room. At that time, Rongzhen hadn't woken up yet, and was pushed and shoved by Osmanthus several times in a daze.

He was very upset, and grabbed the osmanthus by the hand, not letting him touch him.

Osmanthus osmanthus couldn't make a sound either, she was so anxious that she kept shaking her hands, and finally she couldn't wake up.

Osmanthus had no choice but to press her knees against the edge of the bed, leaning over, trying to put her head on Rong Zhen's back.

At this time, Rong Zhen suddenly opened his eyes.

Osmanthus suddenly lost its center of gravity, and fell straight on top of Rong Zhen, and a dull sound could be heard from Rong Zhen's chest.

Rong Zhen was terrified by the blow, but first he covered the sweet-scented osmanthus head, "Have you knocked?"

Osmanthus osmanthus hit his head against the wall just now, and he sat up with his head in his arms, feeling extremely wronged.

Rong Zhen was also a little anxious at this time, so he quickly sat up straight and rubbed the sweet-scented osmanthus head lightly with his hand, "What's wrong, does it hurt?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus didn't answer, she pouted her mouth, stood up, and shook off Rong Zhen's hand on her head.

"What's the matter, sweet-scented osmanthus, don't ignore me," Rong Zhen also just woke up at this time, his mind was muddled, and he felt that the sweet-scented osmanthus must be angry, so he got up from the bed, "Osmanthus osmanthus!"

Osmanthus grinned in pain, but still walked out the door.

Rong Zhen was in a hurry, so he hurriedly followed him, and when he walked up to the osmanthus, the osmanthus even pushed him.

As soon as Osmanthus osmanthus opened the door, Yang Jin's face came in, "Rong Zhen, are you still awake?"

"Why are you here?" Rong Zhen was also awake at this time, squinting at Yang Jin.

"I'll ask Osmanthus osmanthus to wake you up, your front yard is now full of applicants."

"What?" Rong Zhen suddenly realized, when he was looking for the sweet-scented osmanthus again, the sweet-scented osmanthus had already brought a basin of hot water, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, put the basin on the shelf, and handed another hot towel to Rong Zhen's hand inside.

After doing all these things, the sweet osmanthus freed her hand and gestured to Rong Zhen, "Quickly scrub, I'll find you clothes."

Rong Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, and replied "Yes".

The sweet-scented osmanthus made gestures too fast, and Yang Jin didn't keep up with his movements. After thinking for a long time, he didn't understand what they meant, but he was full of energy and asked again, "Should I call sister Yuhan?"

"She's a woman, what's the point of calling her?" Rong Zhen said while wiping his face with a hot towel, "If she wakes up, she will come here."

Yang Jin thought about it, so she sat on the chair in the room and waited, "Why do you suddenly want to find so many servants?"

"It's not because there are many people in the family. She is a charming lady, and she has been served to the master," Rong Zhen replied, "but it is inconvenient for Osmanthus osmanthus to serve her."

"You don't want osmanthus to serve others, do you?" Yang Jin understood clearly and smiled heartily.

Osmanthus osmanthus took a set of clothes and walked to Rong Zhen holding it in both hands. Rong Zhen took it and went behind the screen.

Yang Jin saw the sweet-scented osmanthus waiting beside him in a daze, so she waved to him, "Osmanthus osmanthus, come here."

"Don't give the sweet-scented osmanthus those weird things again." Rong Zhen did not forget to tell Yang Jin after changing his clothes, and shouted from behind the screen.

Yang Jincai didn't care about that, as soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus came over, she took out a kraft paper bag from her cuff, which contained a lot of candies of various flavors, colorful.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked curious, so she reached in and took a purple one.

He held the sugar in his mouth, savored the taste inside carefully, then his eyes sparkled, and he gestured with his hands, "It's grapes?!"

Yang Jin could slightly understand the sign language of osmanthus, nodded, "That's right!"

Osmanthus osmanthus laughed, "Can I have another one?"

"Of course, the whole bag is for you."

"You are quite generous." Rong Zhen also came out from behind the screen at this time, with his long hair loose, and sat in front of the mirror.

Osmanthus osmanthus hurried to his side, took a comb from the mirror, and combed Rong Zhen's hair from head to tail.

Yang Jin crossed her outriggers, looked at the two of them, and said, "Rong Zhen, your hair is really smooth, and you are prettier than those girls in Yingxuelou."

Osmanthus osmanthus took a sneak peek at Zhong Rongzhen's reaction, and the corner of his mouth accidentally twitched.

Rong Zhen saw it clearly in the mirror, and snorted, "You're following him too, aren't you?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus sticks out her tongue, then busy with the work at hand, gathers up Rongzhen's long hair, puts it into a long ponytail, fixes it with a crown made of white jade, and inserts the jade hairpin.

What a handsome young man.

Yang Jin was a little envious of Rong Zhen's aura of wealth and dignity, and his every move had a sense of grace, perhaps because the two grew up in different environments.

The Rong family has always been spoiled and spoiled, so it's hard to say that Rong Zhen hasn't found another servant in the past seven years.

They walked to the front yard together and saw that those who had come to apply for the draft had already lined up, standing upright one by one.

Seeing them approaching, a lean middle-aged man hurriedly bowed to Yang Jin, "My lord, let them stand still according to what you said."

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Yang Jin smiled at him, and pressed it against Rong Zhen's ear again, "I think this is very reliable, you can keep it."

"You can't decide this matter," Rong Zhen ignored Yang Jin, instead he pulled the osmanthus to him and asked him, "Which one do you think is better?"

Yang Jin rolled her eyes to the sky, stood far away from the two of them, and asked the middle-aged man, "What's your name?"

"Chen Zhan next."

"You are quite capable, what did you do before?" Yang Jin asked again.

"I used to be a housekeeper in Lord Shenhou's mansion. Ever since," Chen Zhan didn't continue, "he just did some casual jobs to support his family."

The title of Marquis Shen was also well-known back then. The original Marquis Shen, Shen Miao, was a great general who held a large army, and more importantly, that was the grandson of Duke Rong at that time.

So Lord Shen's faction is basically equivalent to the branch of the Rong family. When the Rongguo Mansion was on fire, the Rong family's power was wiped out in one fell swoop, and the Shen family did not escape the bad luck. It was a tragedy that the whole family was killed by bandits when they went to the frontier.

As soon as Chen Zhan said that he was originally from the Shen family, Rong Zhen raised his eyes, "You stay."

Chen Zhan saluted again and again, "Thank you Rong Guogong."

Yang Jin was a little curious, and he didn't introduce him. How could this person know Rong's true identity, but it must be a talent to be a housekeeper in the Shen family. Thinking of this, Yang Jin didn't pay much attention.