Glory to the ancestors

"Are you fooling people just like that?" Yang Jin shook his head, feeling a little sorry for Han Yu.

Rong Zhen had nothing to say, "I'm saving him."

That's right.

If Han Yu still stays at the Liangqian School, according to this posture, he will definitely be implicated. Rong Zhen's actions seem to be domineering, but they actually saved Han Yu.

"You know everything." Yang Jin knew that this was what Rong Zhen had prepared a long time ago, and he didn't even think about keeping it from Han Yu. He might have waited for Han Yu to find out about it early in the morning.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin gave a wry smile, what was he worried about for Rongzhen, his heart was much quieter than his own.

He said, "I've made up my mind, I plan to stay in the southern border."

Rong Zhen didn't speak for a while, and took a deep breath, "I understand."

Yang Jin smiled, "I'm here, and I'm just doing some idle work. Don't think that Li Xiao can assign me any secret missions."

"I know," Rong Zhen said, "I will let Yun Cang stay here with you. If he stays by your side, you will be fine."

Again.

Yang Jin gritted her teeth and paused every word, really angry, "Rong Zhen, I don't need protection, especially you."

Rong Zhen lowered his eyes, "Okay."

"I'm not a child, I don't need to follow people everywhere," Yang Jin's tone suddenly relaxed, he still couldn't see Rong Zhen's disappointed appearance, "Don't worry."

"Ah."

Yang Jin exhaled, stood up, and shook her shoulders, "Okay, now that I've finished talking, I'll go back first."

"it is good."

The atmosphere was indescribably awkward, Yang Jin turned around and twisted her neck, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.

Rongzhen rested his forehead with his hands and closed his eyes, this was not what he wanted.

He didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't settle down looking at Yang Jin's eyes, maybe the water drops from those eyes fell into his heart.

Rong Zhen couldn't help sighing, but put his hands on his shoulders and squeezed them lightly.

He didn't need to guess to know that it was sweet-scented osmanthus coming in.

I was so engrossed in thinking just now that I didn't even care about someone coming in. Fortunately, it was sweet-scented osmanthus.

Rong Zhen put his hand on the back of the sweet-scented osmanthus, "I'm not tired, so I don't need to press it."

The sweet-scented osmanthus stopped, turned to Rong Zhen, and said in sign language, "What's the matter with you and Mr. Jin?"

"It's nothing," Rong Zhen could only forcefully smile, he didn't even understand this matter.

"I don't want to see you like this." Mu Xi looked at Rong Zhen, his eyes seemed to be transparent, and he could see any emotion.

Rong Zhen held the hand of the sweet-scented osmanthus, sighed, "How can I hope for that?"

Osmanthus pursed her lips, he didn't force Rong Zhen to confide his troubles to himself, but he also didn't want to see Rong Zhen suppressing his emotions like this.

His hand being held by Rongzhen is equivalent to the confiscation of the only tool that can express his thoughts.

Osmanthus osmanthus stood beside Rong Zhen quietly, as usual.

Such silent company is what Rong Zhen needs.

Rong Zhen touched the fingers of the sweet-scented osmanthus, felt every protruding joint, thought for a while, and finally said, "Yang Jin won't go back with us."

Osmanthus fragrans froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at Rong Zhen, asking him why.

"He wants to stay here." Rong Zhen raised his head and looked at Osmanthus osmanthus. Osmanthus osmanthus was a few years younger than him, and he was still tall. After a few days, Rong Zhen felt that he was a little taller.

What will sweet osmanthus be like when it grows up?

Osmanthus osmanthus bit her lower lip. If it was Yang Jin's own decision, then he would have nothing to say.

He pulled out his hand and said again, "I don't want us to be separated."

"Us?" Rong Zhen stared blankly at the sweet-scented osmanthus, his heart skipped a beat.

"Me, you, and Young Master Jin."

What Osmanthus osmanthus said made Rong Zhen feel relieved again, "But this is something that can't be helped."

Mu Xi nodded, and he knew it himself, "We shouldn't have come out of the capital."

"Wouldn't you be the happiest when you said it?" Rong Zhen smiled, looking helplessly at Osmanthus osmanthus.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was very upset, puffed up her mouth, and she couldn't blame herself for this matter.

"I'm not blaming you," Rong Zhen was very clear about Mu Xi's thoughts, "If you don't understand these things, don't worry about them, okay?"

After all, she still regarded herself as a child, Mu Xi shrugged her shoulders, "Do you drink tea?"

"it is good."

Rong Zhen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the sweet-scented osmanthus gone. Yang Jin's shadow flashed in front of his eyes again, and he couldn't help trembling.

If I and Osmanthus osmanthus expressed my thoughts, what kind of response would I get?

He raised the sweet-scented osmanthus hand in hand, but it doesn't mean the sweet-scented osmanthus will fall in love with him, he knows the truth very well.

If the osmanthus man has a big heart and wants to get out of the protective circle he set up for him, what should he do?

Rong Zhen was even more troubled, wishing he could have more brains and figure out everything.

His eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly remembered that the little note he had just taken off Mr. Chen's collar was still hidden in his sleeve.

If it wasn't for his extra movement, he wouldn't have been able to discover it.

Rong Zhen unfolded the note, and there were five characters written on it, "The third gift."

This is already the third copy.

He still didn't know who the sender was, and why he said these were gifts.

Rong Zhen knocked on the table, Yun Cang opened the door and came in, "Grandpa."

"Go and search Mrs. Chen's house," Rong Zhen thought for a while, "I guess Prince Pingnan's people have already searched, you have to be more careful, and you must not miss any details, and send another letter to Chu Xi, ask him what he is doing, I don’t even know which faction the people under my nose belong to.”

Yun Cang nodded, "I see."

"Also, Han Yu, you need to comfort him." Rong Zhen lowered his eyes, "I really want him to stay by my side, but if he wants to leave, don't stop him."

"clear."

"That's all." Rong Zhen waved his hand, letting Yun Cang go to work, while he lay down on the table.

He kept too many secrets, some of them were too much to bear, and it was one less.

The descendants had heard the legend of Rong Zhen's life, and they couldn't believe that he, a young man who just turned [-], had such an ability to turn clouds and rain.