Glory to the ancestors

Osmanthus rubbed his eyes, feeling some itching on his face, scratched it twice, touched some silk material, he rubbed his face sideways, it was quite comfortable.

He squinted his eyes again, wanting to go back to sleep, but his legs that had been kneeling all night felt numbness, which made him shrug his shoulders.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Rong Zhen's voice came from above, he looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus coldly, but his legs were held by the sweet-scented osmanthus, standing straight.

Osmanthus pursed her lips and looked up at Rong Zhen, and let go of her hand in anger, but he couldn't hold on immediately and fell to the ground.

Rong Zhen hurriedly lowered his body, trying to support a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The sweet-scented osmanthus kept hiding, without looking at Rong Zhen, as if she had been wronged so much.

"Yes, you won," Rong Zhen sighed, looking at Jiang Yuzan who had been silent all this time, wondering what trick this woman used to make Osmanthus osmanthus willingly accompany her to suffer.

After Rong Zhen finished speaking, he squatted down, propped up the body of sweet-scented osmanthus with both hands, put it behind his back, and carried it on his back, "Don't do this in the future."

Osmanthus osmanthus lay on Rong Zhen's back, buttoning Rong Zhen's clothes nervously with both hands, and knew that he had done too much, but he couldn't bear to see a weak woman like Jiang Yuhan waiting there.

Rong Zhen didn't know that Jiang Yuhan had nothing to do in the mansion during the day, so he dragged him around and asked, "Has Rong Gan been here before? Has he ever eaten red bean cakes? I like to hear it." The song in Yingxue Tower..."

He didn't follow Rong before, so he could only perfunctory, but seeing such a young girl wasting time with an impossible person, Tie Shi's heart melted.

It's a pity that Rongzhen has such a hard heart, and Osmanthus osmanthus sighed when she thought of this,

Rong Zhen raised his eyes and glanced at him, he naturally knew what the sweet-scented osmanthus was thinking, this silly boy must be blaming himself in his heart.

He carried the sweet-scented osmanthus into the house, put the sweet-scented osmanthus on the bed, and knelt down to help him take off his shoes, "Is it comfortable to kneel all night?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus shook her head, looked at Rong Zhen with her lips pouted, and raised her hand, "Will you take your wife to find the eldest son?"

"meeting."

"The eldest son is really alive?"

"Ah."

Osmanthus osmanthus waited for Rongzhen to take off her socks, her five little toes twirling around, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'll tell you everything?" Rong Zhen touched Osmanthus osmanthus' calf, "Don't you know how soft-hearted you are?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus pursed her lips, lowered her head, and stared at her feet in a daze.

Rong Zhen sighed again, "Young Master Osmanthus Osmanthus, do you still want me to help you change your clothes?"

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her eyelids, looked at Rong Zhen, and nodded.

Rong Zhen laughed, stretched out his hand and began to unbutton the sweet-scented osmanthus coat.

The sweet-scented osmanthus moved to the back of the bed, making it easier for Rong Zhen to take it off, but he was still aggrieved, pretending to be an uncle, and propping himself up on his elbows.

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, he knew that the sweet-scented osmanthus had no other meaning, but the posture of the two of them could not stop him from thinking about it.

He hissed, and unconsciously slowed down his movements, and he no longer looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Perhaps aware of it, Osmanthus osmanthus raised his head to look at Rong Zhen. From this angle, he could only look at Rong Zhen's bun tied into his hair. The jade hairpin inserted into the bun was a little crooked. Sure enough, he didn't make it himself, so he didn't feel at ease.

He stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with Rongzhen's jade hairpin. He supported it with one hand. This posture made him a little unstable. This fiddle not only made the loose jade hairpin slip down, but also made the whole body of Osmanthus fragrans shake. fell down.

Osmanthus osmanthus wanted to laugh, so she put her hands on her belly and giggled happily.

Rong Zhen's black hair fell down and rubbed against the fingertips of the sweet-scented osmanthus, itching, he twisted a bunch of them, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"Osmanthus," Rong Zhen stood up suddenly, he couldn't stand it anymore, "I still have some things to deal with," he turned and walked out.

When he got to the door, he suddenly turned back and took his jade hairpin from the hand of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus stared blankly at Rong Zhen's back, feeling a little lost in his heart, but he himself couldn't explain this feeling clearly.

He lay flat on the bed, still feeling numb in his feet.

Rong Zhen held a handful of hair, and saw a little girl wandering in the yard from afar, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."

The little girl hurried over and helped Rong Zhen comb her hair again, "Grandpa," this girl is Tong'er who served Jiang Yuzan, "Madam just came back to the house, let me..."

"I know, you tell her, I will take her there on the fifteenth day of this month."

"Hey." Tong'er was very happy, she lowered her body and saluted Rong Zhen, "Then I will step back first."

"Wait a while," Rong Zhen glanced at Tong'er, "What's your name?"

"Tong'er."

"You have a good relationship with Osmanthus fragrans?"

Tong'er was nervous, but still nodded, "Yes."

"Has he mentioned me to you?" Rong Zhen asked seriously.

"Hmm..." Tong'er didn't expect Rong Zhen to ask this, so she hesitated, "I mentioned that you like light food."

Rong Zhen was speechless, and waved his hand, "Go down."

He blinked, how could he do such a boring thing, he shook his head, stood up, walked to the study, and buried himself in the pile of documents again.

"Grandpa, are you still going to the household department today?" Chen Zhan walked over with two letters in his hand.

"No, Xiong Qun has made a lot of noise in the household department now, so I won't try to steal his limelight."

"Master Xiong also sent Li Lily, saying that you are welcome back to the capital."

"He is full of intentions, but I should let him go." Rong Zhen handed the memorial to Chen Zhan, "Help me to see, how is this petition written?"

"Grandpa, are you really going to retire?"

"That's not it." Rong Zhen shrank his neck, "The fight between their mother and son is getting more and more intense. I can do it less."

Didn't you still think about..." Chen Zhan was a little curious, but he didn't continue to ask, "The woman you brought, Chuxi has already arranged to enter Yingxue Tower. "

"Well, as long as Chu Xi knows it, don't restrict her activities, it's useful."

"Yes."

"What are those two letters?"

"I don't know." Chen Zhan was also at a loss, "As soon as he went out, a little beggar brought it."

"Let me take a look," Rong Zhen stretched out his hand, and took the letter from Chen Zhan. It was indeed written by Li Huan.

Li Huan really used various methods to send letters to himself. The letter still urged him to set up a secret operation in the extreme north, and explained some things in the court. Their first target was the one who often looked at Rong and really didn't like it. His Excellency Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.