Forty-eight through the return of the pearl: the pearl of the king

In the fourth year of Yongzheng, the eighth day of September.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yinzhen was critiquing the memorial as usual, but gradually became restless as he watched it.

Su Peisheng, the chief internal supervisor, secretly watched the gloomy face of the cold-faced emperor, not daring to show his anger.

A young eunuch walked in quickly and knelt down on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Yinzhen came back to his senses, picked up the booklet, and asked in a deep voice.

"Report to the emperor, the sinner, Aqina, has gone."

The vermilion pen in his hand trembled slightly, leaving a glaring red mark on the fold.However, Yinzhen didn't seem to hear this sentence, his face was calm and calm.

After a long while, he slowly responded, "Got it."

There was silence in the Xinuang Pavilion.

Yinzhen faced out the window and stood with his hands behind his back: "Su Peisheng."

"The servant is here." Su Peisheng quickly replied, the eighth master has gone, although His Majesty looks normal, but he doesn't know...

Yinzhen opened his mouth lightly, as if he was asking himself: "Are I being too unfeeling?"

Su Peisheng was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, this slave is terrified."

Yinzhen squinted at him, then turned to look out the window.I only feel that the night is as cold as water, and the lonely moon hangs high, which is actually indescribably lonely.

For the sake of the world, brothers have fought against each other and fought against each other for so many years.So what if he ends up taking the seat?Work hard and eliminate dissidents.Hai Qing He Yan, how easy is it?

Yinhu...

I still remember that when I was young, I was the adopted son of the imperial concubine Tong Jia, but Yinhu was born in a humble family, and the two of them rarely met each other. He lives here and has very close personal relationships.

At that time, Yinhu was full of youthful vigor and flamboyance, which was praised by everyone.However, because he is the adopted son of Concubine Hui, he is classified as a party of big elder brothers, and they have different positions, and gradually drift away.

Later, the situation turned into fire and water, tit for tat.When they meet each other, they are mostly hypocrisy and sarcasm, openly mocking and secretly sarcastic.Still later, the winners and losers, let’s not mention it.

Yinzhen couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Su Peisheng knelt on the ground, carefully looked up at the emperor's gloomy face, and dared not speak out.

On the second day, Prince Yi's Mansion.Thirteenth Lord sat alone in the courtyard and drank all night.

When he was drunk, he seemed to see the former Prince Lian toasting to him in a trance, his face as gentle and gentle as ever.He said, Thirteenth Brother, I will depend on you from now on.

"Brother, mynah, you're so good at calculating, haha!" Yin Xiang leaned on the stone table, reaching for the flagon in front of him, "Fourth brother...if...uh...how sad..."

In the eighth year of Yongzheng, on the fourth day of May, Prince Yi passed away.

Yinzhen sat quietly all night in Xinuan Pavilion alone.

From then on, the real loner.Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, boundless loneliness.

On August 13, 23, Yinzhen became ill from overwork, and he fell ill due to overwork.

When his sanity dissipated, he vaguely saw a young man turning his head towards him and smiling slightly, youthful in an instant.

The author has something to say: Today is the eighth day of September... Lord Ba...

Barely holding back such a little, embarrassing.It's too depressing.Let's get into the plot and have fun~