Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen probably deduced a lot from the words of Han Yu and his subordinates. If he is right, this Han Yu is the leader of the Liangqian Sect that the court has been looking for.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and watched Han Yu guarding under a tree stump, poking the ant hole with a small wooden stick intently, and still couldn't believe it.

"Hey, why did you come out?" Han Yu stood up suddenly, causing Rong Zhen to take a step back.

Han Yu's stature is comparable to Rong Zhen's, but his demeanor is much more refreshing, which may be the reason for his high martial arts. His every move is very light. If he doesn't open his mouth, he is indeed a bit of a fairy.

"When are we going to find Rong Guogong?" Rong Zhen asked, since he was arrested here, the Great Hierarch has not acted for a long time.

Han Yu raised his head and thought for a while, "I caught you this time, they must be on guard, and they probably won't stop again, they can only do it when they reach the southern border."

He's not that stupid.

"Then when shall we set off for the southern border?"

"Here," Han Yu shook the hem of his clothes, shaking off the mud and sand from playing with ants just now, "I asked them to hire a carriage, and I will take you away when the carriage comes."

"Ok?"

Han Yu looked Rongzhen up and down, "You are a son of an aristocratic family. If you ride with us, you will be bumped and broken. You are the only son of Prime Minister Yang. I have to take good care of you."

Rong Zhen blinked, he didn't expect Han Yu to be so considerate, "Thank you."

Han Yu smiled, took Rong Zhen's shoulders, and walked into the small courtyard behind the temple, "Your father is my benefactor, but you are also miserable. You have a father who is the prime minister, but you went to Rong Guogong Did you suffer a lot of bullying when you worked under your subordinates?"

"This," Rong Zhen recalled every time Yang Jin vomited bitterness in front of him, and repeated it to Han Yu one by one, vividly.

Han Yu raised his eyebrows angrily when he heard this, "This is too disrespectful of you, you list the names of those dog officials, and I will avenge you later!"

Rong Zhen quickly shook his head, "They were also instructed by traitors, so we can't blame them all."

"Why is Duke Rong so evil?" Han Yu gritted his teeth, as if he had experienced all the bullying. "The officialdom is so dark."

Rong Zhen looked at him with a suppressed smile, but he still couldn't believe that this single muscle was the demonized leader of the cult, "What do you want to do when you capture Duke Rong, kill him?"

"No, I want to eliminate harm for the people."

"Will the people be happy if they kill him?"

"That's something a good official should think about," Han Yu thought for a while, "For example, your father, he can make the people live a good life."

Rong Zhen sighed, there are advantages to being as tough as Yang Xian, at least someone supports him, "Yes."

Han Yu and Rong Zhen sat across from each other. He was seated or not, with his legs crossed, one hand resting on his cheek, and he tilted his head to look at Rong Zhen's eyebrows and eyes, "Can you let me see the prime minister?"

"what?"

"Ah, forget it," Han Yu quickly waved his hands, "I just want to know what the Prime Minister looks like to give birth to such a good-looking person like you."

It was the first time for Rong Zhen to be praised so bluntly, and he couldn't help being stunned, "I, I look good?"

"No, no, according to you scholars, this is handsome, isn't it?"

Rong really didn't understand, but he suddenly thought, "If you want to see my father, it's okay."

"Really?" Han Yu couldn't restrain his surprised expression as if he had won a big prize.

"I'll write a letter to my father and introduce you to him, so that when you go to the capital, I can take you to see him."

"Yes, you are his son!" Han Yu was overjoyed, and quickly greeted his subordinates, "Hurry up and bring a pen and paper."

Rong Zhen studied ink, first wrote a few words in Yang Jin's tone, and brought the paper to Han Yu, "What do you think of writing like this?"

Han Yu looked at it pretendingly, "Yes, it's pretty good."

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes, "You can't be illiterate, right?"

"You can see that," Han Yu scratched his hair embarrassingly, "I used to be a cowherd boy, and I really don't know a few words."

"But oh," Han Yu quickly added, "I can still write my own name!"

As if afraid that Rong would not believe him, Han Yu took a piece of paper, held a brush, and stroked, "Han Yu."

Rong Zhen couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth because of this crooked brushwork, "Your posture for holding the pen is wrong, and your hand is shaking, that's why the characters are crooked."

Han Yu looked at his name, hesitated, wrinkled his nose, "Is there any, I think it's pretty good."

"Come on," Rong Zhen stood up, walked behind Han Yu, fiddled with his fingers, held the pen in his hand, then wrapped his palm around Han Yu's hand, and taught Han Yu how to exert force.

Although it was mostly due to Rong Zhen, Han Yu was excited to write such beautiful characters, "Hey, I have to show off, I can also write such beautiful characters."

Rong Zhen was half teaching and half probing just now, but the leader really can't write.

He became even more surprised. The Liangqian Sect is a large sect with nearly a thousand members. How can Han Yu survive these two actions?

Rong Zhen looked at Han Yu with a smile, and took out a few more pieces of paper for him, "You practice your name, and I will write to my father."

Han Yu nodded and continued to wrestle with his brush.

Rong Zhen wrote the letter quickly, and put the paper into the envelope before Han Yu glanced at it.

However, his letter was indeed written to Yang Xian. This matter was related to Yang Jin, and Yang Xian would definitely help him. In fact, the content was simple, and he just forwarded the letter back to Rongguo Mansion.

At that time, Chuxi will naturally know what to do.

Rong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "It's finished."

Han Yu looked at him, "Shall I send it for you?"

Han Yu greeted his subordinates and handed the letter to him, "Don't peek, this is for the prime minister."

That subordinate was the one who doubted Rongzhen's identity before, but when he saw the "Yang Xian, accept" on the envelope, he couldn't say anything more, said hello, and left.

"Don't worry, it will be in the hands of the prime minister in four or five days at most." Han Yu looked at his name and tapped the penholder, "How do you think I wrote this time?"

Rong Zhen turned his head and took a look. What is the difference between this and the words just now?

He sighed, walked behind Han Yu again, and taught him patiently again.