The old man in the imperial city

Hearing this, Yinzhen turned his face to Zhezi again, and said after a long time: "If I think about it again, it's not necessary to let them go out of Beijing to the vassal land."

Yinhu's melancholy only lasted for a moment and then she put it aside: "That's right, maybe Sun Yanling can be killed in advance, in short, the couple will not be allowed to leave Beijing."

I knew that one moment I was still sentimental, and the next moment I was planning to make Kong Sizhen a widow, and you, the eighth child, are fine too.The Buddha's mouth and snake's heart are talking about you.

The emperor finished complaining in his heart, and took the government affairs test on his younger brother as usual.Then there was a headache, a backache, a backache, and a legache, and she asked the imperial concubine to take care of her in person.

Of course Yinhu was unwilling to accept this assignment. He had nothing to hold in the hands of the emperor recently, so he refused with righteous words.

The emperor asked: "Is it okay for the eighth younger brother to serve Huang Ama?"

"Third elder brother is early wisdom, and he will become a great weapon." Who can speak bureaucratically.

"Do you want me to adopt his old man to your knees for joy, so as to comfort the loneliness in the deep palace?"

"The courtiers and concubines are busy with palace affairs, so I'm afraid they are powerless. If the emperor is really considerate, why don't you let the second elder brother come to Chengqian Palace from time to time?"

The emperor turned over and sat up: "How unfilial do you despise Huang Ama like this? I can't blame Huang Ama for despising you."

Yinhu retorted: "The fourth elder brother always wants to give away the third elder brother, and he is not filial. No wonder Huang Ama only regards you as a lonely minister instead of a son."

Yinzhen had no excuse to continue the quarrel, looked at him silently for a while, and waved: "Old Ba, come here."

Yinhu was vigilant.

Yinzhen was amused, Lao Ba always likes to do these useless things, when the imperial father gave you the medicine, you refused to accept it, what is it?It's all like this and you still don't accept your fate. If I don't put you to sleep, I will be the emperor for two lifetimes!

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After the imperial concubine had been sick for three or four days, the emperor returned to court after recovering from illness, and it was only a few days before the New Year.

The emperor used the excuse that the empress was not familiar with palace affairs, and in a shameless manner still handed over the power of assistant to the imperial concubine, saying that it would be handed over after a year.The queen mother bargained with the emperor, and finally decided that the New Year's celebration in the palace would be received by the queen in the palace, and she could ignore the rest.

The emperor reluctantly acquiesced, he actually really wanted to see the scene where Lao Ba faced his great-uncle.

Yinhu felt that he had no benefit at all. He had already arranged the eyeliner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the palace. Palace affairs were useless except for spending a lot of time and energy.

Before the New Year's celebration, the imperial concubine fell ill again because of being too tired to handle the palace affairs, and she has been lingering on the sick bed for a long time.The empress dowager cared for the imperial concubine earnestly, and rewarded her countless times, and her earnest instructions seemed to be to her own daughter.

After sealing the pen, Yinhu completely ignored the palace affairs and hid in Chengqian Palace every day to recuperate. The emperor couldn't get him to Qianqing Palace despite three urgings and four invitations.

However, the emperor is busy these few days meeting with the Mongolian prince Baylor, and the envoys from the San Francisco are going to Beijing one after another. The capital officials and other provincial officials also need to see the rewards that should be seen. Yinzhen has no time to catch them all the time during the day. The younger brother who steals, rapes and plays tricks can only wait to be caught at night.

Yinhu is still remembering the matter of serving illnesses in the Qing palace, and she has no good face towards Yinzhen, lying on a soft chair and reading the scriptures left by the Ming Dynasty palace.

Wu Liangfu brought a stack of books and put them on the table. After the emperor changed his clothes and shoes, he gave a look and everyone rushed out.

Yinzhen stepped forward, took out the book in Yinhu's hand without asking, flipped through it at random, and threw it aside: "If you have time to read these boring things, why don't you come to a few copybooks."

Yinhu replied: "I don't write a booklet to take the number one scholar exam, so what are you doing here?"

Yinzhen roughly pulled Yinhu's arm, picked him up and pushed him towards the table: "You learn Shizu's calligraphy, and you will be able to use it for me in the future. You eat, sleep, and sleep like this every day, and you can still learn a little bit." Interested?"

Yinhu couldn't make enough money, and was pushed to sit on the stool, and could only resist the emperor's evil deeds: "In my previous life, I went to the clan's mansion, but you are not happy to think about it in this life. Can the emperor give you an accurate word? What should I do, brother?"

Yinzhen pointed to a piece of "Fu" on the table, and said: "Come here, come to two hundred tonight, and you will share my worries."

Yinhu felt that he was a hard worker, and he would spend his whole life as a coolie, whether it was on business or in bed.Back then, Prince He Shuolian could still be named on the brochure, but now he is considered a thorough shooter, so he can't see it?

Yinzhen stuffed the pen into his hand, and sneered at Lao Bamian's reluctance and reluctance: "It was a great favor for the Holy Ancestor to ask me to write the word "Fu" on the fan. Shall I teach you?"

"The emperor takes care of everything, and my younger brother dare not bother." Yinhu answered quickly, lowered his head with a bitter face and began to grind the ink slowly.

The emperor leaned on the soft chair that Yinhu had just sat on, flipped through Yinhu's script book hidden under the pillow, and said in his mouth: "Be quicker and sharper, do you want me to grind ink for you? Your writing posture What's the matter? The arm is hanging, why is the wrist so weak, you can't even stab someone to death with a knife."

Yinhu really wanted to say whether the emperor would like to try it, or slam the post directly on the fourth son's face.

Yinzhen stood up, stepped behind Yinhu in a few steps, and took his younger brother's hand holding the pen with his right hand: "Back then I also taught you how to write, and you and Thirteen were half of my students. Can't compare to others?"

Yinhu was so angry that he was not allowed to sleep at night and was not allowed to be in a daze. He was forced to practice calligraphy and was also criticized and enlightened. Fourth, you find fault and want to quarrel?

Prince Lian refused to buy it, and tried several times to break free from the emperor who was a good teacher: "The emperor doesn't like my minister's handwriting, so I should write it myself. This will save my minister from embarrassing the emperor."

In the dead of night, there was no one around, the younger brother was in hand, the emperor was rubbed by Yinhu with a few wisps of evil fire in his heart, he pinned his wrist behind Yinhu's back, teasing him with words: "Eighth younger brother, do you want to sleep with me or do you want to stay in bed?"

Yinhu: ... Here's the post.

A moment later, Yinhu stood upright at the table and carefully copied Shizu's handwriting, with a slight bruise on the corner of his mouth, and a button on his neck was missing.

The Eighth Sage King decided to write as slowly as possible for tonight's post, and it would be best to write until dawn, and he would die if he meditated in his heart.

The emperor patiently flipped through two miscellaneous books, waited and waited and thought that he was too lazy, stepped forward to point fingers again, and finally went to the battle to do the work himself, and finally finished writing the remaining 73 characters before three quarters of the midnight.

Afterwards, the two dragged themselves into bed and continued to quarrel.

Yinhu loses his temper and refuses to submit. He is not a real concubine, why should he always ask him to sleep with him!

Even if it's because the other women are old people of Mama's generation, which one of his inner brother is qualified to be a filial piety queen?How much dare he believe that the fourth child said that I am happy?If he was reincarnated in the next life and turned into a fourth-year-old woman who was willing to let him go, he would believe that it would not be too late.

It's a pity that there is a disparity in strength between men and women, and soon Yinhu was stripped naked, Yinzhen hugged him and slowly teased him: "It's spring and I plan to go to Mongolia to appease the tribes, do you want to go together?"

Yinhu was resisting at first, but when he heard the words, he was distracted for a moment, his face showed yearning, and he forgot the immediate crisis: "Really?"

The emperor took the opportunity to make trouble, and soon the two became unstable.The emperor clasped him tightly in his arms, pushed him forward, and urged: "Move yourself, be obedient, and I will think of you for all my good."

Yinhu's mouth couldn't help but groan, and soon became intertwined with the emperor's panting, and it was hard to be distracted.

Until the red candle was extinguished, no one dared to enter the palace to relight the lamp without the summons of the emperor or imperial concubine.

There was no need to put on airs in the dark, and after breathing calmed down, neither of the two unethical brothers was in a hurry to separate.After a while, Yinhu's lazy voice sounded: "Fourth brother is going to Mongolia, when will we leave?"

Yinzhen pushed back the sweaty hair in his arms, and slowly twirled a strand of it: "There's no rush, we have to wait for the weather to warm up."

Yinhu was bored for a while.

Yinzhen hugged nephrite jade in his arms, feeling a little drowsy.

Yinhu was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said cruelly: "The emperor is to appease Mongolia, and the younger brother follows... Maybe it will get twice the result with half the effort, but it is not beautiful." Naturally, the Mongolian princes would not want to see this woman on their own territory, not to mention that the Holy Ancestor did not bring a woman with him in the Duolun League.

Yinzhen opened his eyes in surprise, of course he knew how much the old man wanted to go out of the palace, last time he could do that just by strolling around the market, this time he is really willing to put himself in my shoes and plan for me?

The emperor pinched and kneaded Yinhu's back with his fingers, just like he did when no one was holding Baifu in private in the old days: "The imperial concubine is not well and naturally she has to stay in the palace to recuperate. Easy."

Yinhu sat up awkwardly, his eyes were shining brightly in the night: "Fourth brother is not lying?"

Yinzhen smiled and pulled him back to lie down again: "I always keep my word. I said back then that if you reformed, you would be released. It wasn't empty talk."

Yinhu's mood that had just recovered was stained with ink again, rolled up the sheets on his body, rolled over and rolled aside, curled up into a ball without saying a word.

There are some topics that no one dares to touch, and countless deaths and injuries will occur without seeing the light.

Yinzhen couldn't tell what it was like, and he didn't think he regretted it, but it's not a problem for Lao Ba to hide his ears and steal his bell like this. If he wants to connect with him, he must scrape his bones and heal his wounds.

The emperor pulled Yinhu's shoulders from behind and turned him towards himself: "You want to be like this forever? Those things are there and no one can change them. I will never lie to you in this life, and I treat you wholeheartedly. Can't you let go? Is it interesting for you to be so yin and yang? The moody and angry words should be used for you."

In the dark, the emperor couldn't see the expression on Yinhu's face clearly, but he heard the sound of breathing in his ears gradually mixed with astringent nasal sound, and he started to choke.

Yinzhen's heart trembled, and he felt a little choked for some reason. He pressed his younger brother's head tightly against his neck, and joked, "You came back alive? Why are you crying? Back then, you smiled and thanked you and walked into the clan mansion by yourself. Yes, do you really think you are a woman now?"

For a long time, the person in his arms choked from time to time, until it gradually subsided, and then he heard Yinhu muffled: "It doesn't matter if I die, I just think of Lao Jiu."

Yinzhen remained silent, as this seemed to be an even more untouchable topic.

People are against each other, even if the body is tightly dependent on each other, so what?

Thoughts that are diametrically opposed to each other may not know each other until the day of death.

Yinzhen didn't want to say anything more, words were meaningless.He is not a person who can talk sweetly with his mouth, let alone make a vow that will never be kept.

What's more, to Lao Ba, he wouldn't believe it.

Yinzhen turned over and pressed on him, riding on Yinhu's body and hugging him tightly.

"Do it, don't think about it when you're tired."

Yinhu responded silently, bearing the bitter wind and rain in Qian Palace.

"If one day I collapse and return to the Yongzheng Dynasty, I will let you and Lao Jiu come out. As long as you help me with all your heart and will be honored and favored forever, I will never break my promise."