"That's good." Yinzhen nodded happily. God is always fair in terms of gains and losses, and will not treat anyone too badly.
"Now I am just worried that I have wronged Mo Yu, who has suffered with me for more than ten years. I don't know if there will be a day when all the hardships will be over."
"If she felt aggrieved, she would not have asked your sister-in-law to come that day." Yinzhen said, but when she thought that Yinxiang was still trapped in this small place, she still felt extremely sad.
Yinxiang patted Yinzhen on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, fourth brother, I've looked away. You don't have to worry about me." At this point, he hesitated: "But I really want to see the emperor.
Ma, if Fourth Brother feels that there is a suitable opportunity, please beg the Emperor Amma for me."
"Don't worry, I will definitely ask Emperor Ama to let you out." This was not only said to Yinxiang, but also to himself.
Yinxiang nodded, and after taking a sip of the wine in the glass, he said: "But my matters are always secondary. The inheritance of the great people is the most important. Fourth brother must not take it lightly; and the list I gave you is also important."
You can use it early to avoid losing the opportunity."
After Yinzhen agreed, he asked about what happened during the more than ten years since he was banned. The two of them chatted until it was getting late, and then they said goodbye. Liefeng, who was tied outside, saw his master coming out and shouted happily.
With a snort, Yinzhen mounted the saddle and looked back at the dimly lit Thirteenth Brother's Mansion in the endless night. It was very dark, and with all his eyesight, he could only see a figure that was slightly distorted under the light, standing alone.
In the courtyard.
Yinzhen silently withdrew his gaze, held his legs firmly, and the cracking wind flew out like its name, running on the streets. The night wind kept whistling by his ears, but it could not blow away the depression in Yinzhen's heart.
He didn't know what the future would bring, and he also didn't know how fate would treat him. This feeling of powerlessness really made him extremely tired.
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, shortly after Yinzhen returned to Kangxi, Changchunyuan issued an order to summon Zhao to see Longkodo. He was originally the brother of Queen Xiaoyiren and the son of Tong Guowei, but he had never been reused. However, here
One day, news came out that Kangxi had promoted him to be the commander of the infantry.
Both Yinzhen and Yinzhen, when they heard the news, were keenly aware that Kangxi felt that his end was approaching and began to make arrangements for his death.
Yinhu has lost the qualifications of the crown prince, and Kangxi will not pass the throne to him in any case, but Yinzhen still has a chance, so the Eighth Prince, headed by Yinhu, began to actively run around and contact the ministers in the DPRK.
Prepare for the future inheritance.
The same goes for Yinzhen. Although he does not have the connections that Yinzhen has accumulated over the years, many of the names on the list that Yinzhen gave him that day were from the Fengtai Camp and the Infantry Army Yamen. If there really was a fight, the effect would be
inestimable.
Not only them, many brothers have started to move. There may not be a fight, but if there is no fight, there will be no.
The days passed by day by day in the severe cold, and soon it was December 20th. These days, Hongli had been fulfilling his filial piety in front of Kangxi. When he rarely returned home, Lingruo often went to the garden to pay his respects and looked at Kangxi's body day by day.
One day passed, and I was secretly sad.
At night, Yinzhen rarely finds time to play chess with Ling Ruo. The chessboard with black and white stones is also the vertical and horizontal trajectory of life, which may be obvious or strange, and it is difficult to predict the next step.
"Fourth Master seems to be a little absent-minded." Ling Ruo whispered while playing chess, his face shining like jade in the golden candlelight, and the emerald beads hanging down from his temples shone with a cool luster.
Yinzhen was silent. Rather than saying he was absent-minded, he was restless. Kangxi's health was getting worse day by day. Maybe he would reach his end in a few days. After preparing for so long, he didn't know when the time would come.
What are the chances of winning? As for Lao Thirteen, the emperor
Amma has always said that the time has not come yet and refuses to release Lao Shisan from the house. Otherwise, if there is a trustworthy person to discuss it, he will not be so uneasy. Although he has many disciples under his sect who can help with suggestions, but
How can it be compared with Yinxiang.
In one step, if you win, you will be in heaven, if you lose, you will be in hell, and you will never recover!
The more Yinzhen thought about it, the more upset he became. He even lost interest in playing chess. He threw the chess pieces on the chessboard and said, "There are too many things that have upset me recently. It's really hard to calm down."
"But because of Emperor Ama's matter?" Ling Ruo asked carefully after ordering people to remove the chessboard.
Yinzhen stood up with his hands behind his hands, looked at the dark sky and said hoarsely: "I don't know how many days Ansheng will have to live a good life. The epidemic is about to happen, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."
Ling Ruo walked up behind him, hugged his waist silently, and said softly: "Whether it's heaven or hell, I will always be with Fourth Master."
Yinzhen's eyes were slightly moved, and when he was about to turn around, suddenly a bit of coldness fell on his face. He raised his head in surprise, and found by the candlelight that at some point, the night sky began to drift with fine snow, and the snow in the 61st year of Kangxi finally began to fall.
…
At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside. The next moment, Zhou Yong knocked on the door outside and said: "Fourth Master, someone is coming from the Bujun Yamen."
Yinzhen was suddenly startled. Before he could speak, Ling Ruo had already opened the door and saw a group of fully armed soldiers standing outside. When the military attaché in the lead saw Yinzhen coming out, he knelt down and said loudly: "I give you this metaphor to protect you."
Prince Yong enters Changchun Garden!"
"Did the emperor only summon me or all the brothers?" Yinzhen asked in a deep voice.
"The servants are only responsible for protecting Prince Yong, and don't know anything else." After these words, the military attaché said: "The emperor has orders, please leave immediately."
Yinzhen nodded and said nothing. He glanced back at Ling Ruo and then strode away. Behind him was the nervous Ling Ruo. The emperor suddenly summoned her. No one knew whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. What she could do was
, just waiting for Yinzhen to come back here, and then fulfill his promise: we will be together in heaven and hell!
When Yinzhen was about to walk out of Prince Yong's Mansion, Nala and others were alarmed, and they all walked into the courtyard, unable to hide their worries.
"Your Majesty..." The Nala family and the Nian family both came from wealthy families. As soon as they saw the group of soldiers wearing armor and carrying long knives, they knew that something big must have happened. There was deep worry and concern in their eyes. Regardless.
No matter how much grudges and hatred they have between each other, they treat Yinzhen the same way. Everything they have is pinned on this man. They both prosper and suffer.
Yinzhen also saw the overflowing concern and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll be back soon."
Nala knew that she could not get involved in the affairs of the court, so she could only say: "The prince must be careful, I am here waiting for the prince to return."
Nian didn't want Nala to be more beautiful than before, so she also said: "I am the same, the prince must come back safely."
Yinzhen nodded without saying a word and followed the group of soldiers out of the palace. On the way to Changchun Garden, Yinzhen was surprised to find that the capital, which was still peaceful during the day, was now under martial law and the entire city could not be seen.
When you see ordinary people and only well-armed soldiers, it seems that the imperial city is really about to change.