The world is majestic

On the eighth day of June in the fourth year of Yongzheng, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The weather was gradually getting hotter, the palace people put down the curtains in the hall early, put ice cubes from the ice cellar in the corner of the hall, and placed a wind wheel next to it. During the rotation, there was a cool breeze, refreshing and pleasant.

It's just that the chief internal supervisor who is currently the holy majesty's personal body is sweating constantly on his forehead, carefully watching the face of the ninety-five lord, not daring to take a breath.

The current emperor is always afraid of heat, Su Peisheng is the one who served him since childhood, is there any reason why he doesn't know?It's just that in recent days, the heat has intensified, the emperor's temper has become more and more gloomy, and his face when he was reviewing the memorials was also sunny and cloudy.

"Su Peisheng." Yongzheng said coldly, and put down the notebook in his hand.

"Your servant is here." Su Peisheng quickly replied, seeing that His Majesty's face was not very ugly, it was not a big deal in his mind.

Yong Zheng glanced at him sideways, as if asking himself and him: "Tell me, am I being too cold-faced and heartless?"

Su Peisheng was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly knelt down: "The servant is terrified."

Yongzheng looked at him, seemed to think for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I married the ninth child, imprisoned the eighth child, and executed Nian Gengyao. Now, even Long Kedo has gone. Since I became the throne, I have exhausted my heart It takes effort to eliminate dissidents, but now, I feel really tired."

Su Peisheng knelt on the ground and couldn't help trembling when he heard the words, not daring to speak out.

After a long time, Yongzheng got up and said, "Get up and follow me...to see him."

"Cha. The servant will let people prepare."

Yongzheng just stood up, but suddenly hesitated again. Yinhu is now imprisoned in the former Prince Lian's mansion. Many years ago, he had set foot there more than once. When he was young, he was the most honorable adopted son of Empress Tong. Second only to the crown prince, but Yinhu was born in a humble background, and the two had little contact with each other; a few years later, the young Yinhu at that time, Qiuma, was proud of his spring breeze, and he was praised by everyone as the "virtuous king"; , every step of the way, it is hard to hide shrewdness under the elegance.after that……

And then what happened?

Yongzheng couldn't help thinking that later on, the two of them would become like fire and water, fighting to the death.In the end, the winner and the loser, that person was finally defeated in front of him.

Yongzheng could even recall Yinhu's indifferent and stern expression when he was forced to change his name that day when he was seized from his clan.

The emperor thought about it, and suddenly became upset.

That person's exquisite mind, if he went now, it would probably just make him feel that he still wanted to step on him more.

It's just that Yongzheng himself couldn't figure out why he wanted to see him.

"Your Majesty..." Su Peisheng looked at Yongzheng's uncertain face, and just about to speak, Yongzheng sat back on the dragon chair and picked up the booklet.His face was still cold and indifferent, and he ordered: "Forget it, I won't go."

"Cha." Su Peisheng responded cautiously, thinking that the emperor's thoughts were becoming more and more difficult to guess, but he had served Yongzheng for dozens of years, so he naturally knew what to say and what not to say.

A few months later, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Long live the report," Su Peisheng carefully considered the words, and said, "The sinner, Aqina, dies."

Even though he was cautious, Su Peisheng still quickly glanced at his master's expression. As soon as the words fell, it was like a stone thrown into a lake. After a thud, there was no sound. After a long time, Su Peisheng did not hear any words from the present Holy Majesty .

Except for a slight tremor of the hand holding the vermilion pen, Yongzheng seemed to have never heard this sentence, his face was calm and calm.

Finally...even you are gone.

The emperor seemed to have a lot of words in his heart, but he didn't know who to tell.

I finally became a real, lonely family.

At that time, it was the tenth day of September in the fourth year of Yongzheng.

Yinhu didn't feel any pain when he left. After being imprisoned all these years, his body has endured the pain for too long, and when he was dying, he felt his mind was clear.

In his whole life, he has long understood that there is no turning back, and if he fails to climb to the top, he will fall into the abyss of hell.

This is his Yinhu's fate.

He closed his eyes with a smile, and the scenes that passed before his eyes seemed like yesterday.

Those living people in life passed away one by one, and now it was finally my turn.

If the sky has eyes and can be blinded, I only hope that God will bless me, and I will not be born again in the emperor's house.

The pain in the body suddenly erupted like a flood, pouring out, Yinhu only felt that he was in the vast ocean, and had nothing to cling to. When this feeling slowly dissipated, Yinhu finally wanted to relax. He let out a breath, but then suddenly, the numbness from the top of the head to the soles of the feet ran through the whole body, Yinhu was finally unable to resist, and completely lost consciousness.

Yinhu opened his eyes in a daze, feeling as if he had had a big empty dream before, and he was very tired from the beginning to the end of the house.

"Baye is awake? What do I need? Are you thirsty? This slave will send someone to ask the imperial physician to come and have a look again."

Yinhu asked Shengsheng to look, and saw a boy who looked like an inner prisoner kneeling beside his bed and asked earnestly. When he opened his eyes, he was still a little dazzled, and couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't help rubbing his hands twice.

The eunuch in front of him was young and capable, and he was sending someone to invite the imperial physician to check it out. Yinhu's mind was confused, and he asked with some doubts: "Emperor physician?"

"It's not necessary to call the imperial doctor. First, the eighth master fell off the horse. The imperial doctor came to see that it was all right, but who would have thought that you had a headache again in the middle of the night last night, and you have slept until now. Eighth master thought What do you want to eat? How about I ask the subordinates to serve a bowl of light millet porridge?"

Yinhu became more and more confused, looking at the familiar face in front of him, he couldn't help wondering if he was still in a dream.He called suspiciously: "Lu Lianrong?"

Lu Lianrong responded hastily: "The slave is here, what orders does Eighth Master have?" "

Yinhu looked around in disbelief slightly, the palace people ran in and out, Yinhu couldn't help being a little confused, this place doesn't look like his own palace, where is this?

"Lv Lianrong," Yinhu drank saliva to moisten his throat, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? I'm sleepy and groggy, and I can't remember now."

When Lu Lianrong heard his master said that he couldn't remember, he said in a jerk, "Back to the eighth master, the imperial doctor said that your brain was severely injured and you need to be recuperated. You followed the Long Live Lord to patrol the Horqin Grassland. I fell down and fell into a coma for more than two days before, and finally woke up but fell asleep again, which really scared the servant to death."

Touring Horqin? !

These five words were like a thunder that exploded in Yinhu's mind, and all the thoughts rushed out of his heart. He looked at his hands carefully with a complex and unbelievable expression, but found that they were actually a circle smaller.

"Now... what year is it?"

Lu Lianrong was stunned immediately when he heard the words, thinking that his master had really broken his head, he stammered and said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master, it is now the tenth day of July in the 31st year of Kangxi Kangxi."

Kangxi 31 years? !

Yinhu felt dizzy and dizzy, and his body couldn't help falling backwards. How can there be such an incredible thing in the world, that he has returned to the time when he was 11 years old.

God, before I died, I sincerely prayed for blessings, but now, you made such a big joke with me?