After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

The brothers quickly finished their discussion and returned to their carriages to leave.

On that day, a thorough reshuffle began within Huang’s Shipyard.

Needless to say, Yinzhi was so angry that he took his fire gun battalion to the mountain to suppress the bandits.

It was not until midnight that they returned victorious.

That night, the brothers returned home much later than usual.

Even Xirui wanted to ask them indirectly whether they knew about her situation during dinner, but it didn't work.

As the night grew darker, she had no choice but to put the matter aside.

I'll wait until tomorrow when I have time to try it out.

It's just that the plan can't keep up with the changes.

Something she could not have expected happened quietly that night.

"What's going on? What are these things?"

"The eldest son of the emperor, Yinzhi, is the crown prince...his title and nobility are abolished...he is confined to the palace for life..."

"Crown Prince Yinreng behaved perversely... spied on the emperor's private room... deposed and imprisoned..."

"The eighth prince Yinsi colluded with his followers... forty charges were discussed..."

"The fourth prince, Yinzhen, is very similar to me, and should inherit the throne..."

Scene after scene appeared like a kaleidoscope in the dreams of some people in certain small courtyards.

It is so real, yet it seems unreal.

The owners of the dreams were all shocked.

They seemed to be waking up soon, but they seemed to have temporarily lost control of their bodies in the dream and had to continue to be deeply trapped in the dream.

Watching the subsequent developments.

For example: The fourth prince Yinzhen worked so hard after ascending the throne that he died of vomiting blood thirteen years after he ascended the throne.

Qianlong ascended the throne for sixty years and went to the south of the Yangtze River six times to pay tribute to his ancestors.

Let’s look at the various actions taken by the successor emperors and see how the Qing Dynasty progressed step by step under their governance.

At this point, the most excited person was Yinzhen.

He looked at the various changes made by the "unfilial son" and wished he could reach in and strangle him to death.

He worked so hard day and night, and finally made up for his father's shortfall and left this huge fortune to his son. But this is how he became emperor?

It's okay for the brat to emulate his ancestors, but how dare he slap his own father in the face so blatantly?

Yinzhen was so angry that he almost vomited blood in his sleep.

If someone was watching him at this moment, they would notice that his hands were clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his flesh.

The wound on the palm of his hand was oozing blood.

But he seemed not to feel any pain and was still immersed in the dream, unable to wake up.

Until he saw the scenes in his dream changing again and again, Qianlong, Jiaqing, Daoguang... Guangxu until the end of Xuantong...

One cannon after another blasted open the country's gates...

There was burning, killing and looting everywhere...

What they saw in their dream tonight was destined to be remembered by them for the rest of their lives.

"Ha! Huh~" Finally they woke up from the dream, and they turned over and sat up, all covered in sweat.

Even his inner clothes were soaked, and he looked like someone who had just been pulled out of the water.

The hearts of several people were still pounding, as if only deep breaths could relieve the suffocating feeling brought on by the dream just now.

"What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" In the early morning, such scenes were playing out in more than one courtyard of the Huang family's home.

Yinzhi suppressed his palpitations and got out of bed.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to Fu Jin's question and ran out of the courtyard in a hurry.

It was nothing, he just wanted to find Xirui to get things clear.

Firearms, such powerful firearms!

Will Xirui know this too?

"Where are you going?" Irgen Jueluo hurriedly chased after him and shouted.

At this moment, Yinzhi seemed to hear nothing and just ran towards Xirui's courtyard.

The commotion he caused was quite a big one, and when Yinzhen, who lived next door to him, heard about it, suspicion filled his eyes.

He looked at the sky outside and made up his mind, "Fujin, please get up slowly. I still have some things to sort out."

At this moment, Mian Ling was holding his hand with red eyes to look at his wound. When she heard him say this, she wanted to persuade him.

But when she raised her eyes, she unexpectedly met Yinzhen's eyes full of seriousness and earnestness.

With just one glance, she knew she couldn't stop him, nor should she, "Okay, Master, remember to have some breakfast."

"Yeah." Yinzhen simply tidied himself up and quickly walked out of the yard.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, he saw Yinsi who was also heading towards Xirui.

As soon as the two brothers looked at each other, they could see something was wrong from each other's eyes.

Yinsi, who had seen his own ending in his dream, couldn't help but look a little wary and strange when he saw Yinzhen, the ultimate winner.

Yinzhen just glanced at him and then looked away.

He did not try to find out what was wrong with Yinsi, but took the lead and walked past him, "Let's go and ask first."

At this point, if they still don’t understand the strangeness of this matter, then they have lived for so many years in vain.

After calming himself down, Yinsi followed Yinzhen's steps without saying a word, which was considered as his tacit agreement to the meaning of his words.

The two brothers came to Xirui's courtyard one after another.

It was not until they entered the house that they discovered that Yinzhi had already confronted Xirui before them.

"Firearms, I want firearms, very powerful firearms!"

"Do you know that we..."

"..."

Yinzhi was so excited that he said whatever he thought of, and he was even too impatient to sit down.

He picked it up in front of Xirui with gestures and explanations.

Unfortunately, Xirui didn't even have time to comfort him at this moment.

It was because she was busy dealing with questions from Kangxi at the moment.

[Unfilial son! They don’t feel sorry at all for the son selling his father’s land! How did the fourth son teach his children?] The fierce questioning woke Xirui from his sleep.

There was no time to think about the meaning of his words.

I was completely awakened by his next few words and Yinzhi's sudden visit.

[I had a dream last night, a nightmare! In the dream, I died in Changchun Garden. ]

Just this one sentence made Xirui lose all her sleepiness.

What does this mean?

Predictive dream?

Kangxi's words continued in my ears, [Pass the throne to the fourth son Yinzhen...Emperor Yongzheng worked hard for thirteen years...]

Every word was as if someone was whispering the records in history books into Xirui's ears.

It was so detailed and accurate, exactly as she remembered it.

But after listening to only a few words, she felt a chill running down her back.

The chill continued to grow until she heard Yinzhi's anxious voice coming from the yard, and then it suddenly broke out.

She just felt goosebumps all over her body.

He was helped by Qingque to put on his clothes and walk out of the inner room.

During this period, the two voices in her ears seemed to suddenly appear and then suddenly fade away, and she could not hear anything clearly.