[Comprehensive] The male protagonist spares his life

How to put it this way, today's majesty wanted to be a little bit off-he only saw the jealousy and fear of his sons towards King Rong, but he didn't see Prince Yong who wanted to protect King Rong like a calf.

When Kangxi came to court, he asked the bachelor to declare the decree-even the three sons who were imprisoned were released.

Yinfeng's face was calm, but Yinhu, who was still immersed in the pain of losing his mother, did not respond to his surroundings - when everyone knelt, he also knelt; when everyone celebrated, he also celebrated.

Only the elder brother, Prince Zhi, glanced at the future emperor without thinking—why did the emperor's father take the Zen throne...

Yinzhen was hit on the head by a pie, and she is still dizzy now.These days, people from the Ministry of Industry are leading the research and development, and they have to improve the drawings and materials day and night.It wasn't until Yinji kicked him on the crook of his knee that he knelt down to accept the order.

The old emperor wanted the throne of Zen, and before he abdicated, he conferred the titles of princes on his two sons—the rest, of course, had to wait until the new emperor came to show his favor.

Far away in the northwest, the King of Rongjun bears the title of Great General King and enjoys the royal salary of his parents. Now he has the title of Prince Noble given by the old emperor. No matter how he thinks about it, he is a hater.

While the ministers were still thinking that the next emperor and Prince Rong were brothers, Kangxi had already packed up his things and moved to Changchun Garden with a few young concubines, preparing to watch his youngest son go home.

The decree from the capital has been rushed to the front line, but Yinzhen did not wait for his little fourteen to come back to attend his enthronement ceremony - this is not the first time that the Qing army returned to the imperial city from the northwest, but the Qing army with a big victory in hand On the way back, I fell into a big somersault.

Yinzhen sat at the head, and the folder in his hand was turned into a ball of waste paper by him.

The person who came was dressed in black and knelt on the ground, "Slaves deserve death. The anti-Qingyu sect secretly stationed in northern Shaanxi and emptied the official posts of two local autonomous counties in Sichuan and Sichuan. On the return journey, the spies of the remaining Junggar party were exposed. With a hundred cronies to suppress him. But..."

"Where are people!" Yinzhen kicked over the desk. "What are you talking about so much! With so many people, can't you defend a King Rong!"

The person kneeling on the ground touched his forehead to the ground, saying again and again, "Slaves...deserving death..."

Prince Yong slammed back onto the seat, clutching the skirt of his clothes tightly with one hand: "Go and find him! Go and find him!"

Yinzhen couldn't imagine it—for the past three years, he had always kept people by Xiaoshishi's side, and it seemed that they were about to reunite.But something happened on the way back.

He didn't know what happened to Yinti, but his intuition told him that his own brother was in danger this time.

The spies kept sending news, and sometimes they brought back two clues—the jade pendant of Xiao Shisi, and the dagger he wore next to his body.There are armor fragments stained with dark red blood, and there are red tassels on his halberd that are no longer bright.

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Yinzhen wanted to hide the news, but finally let Kangxi in Changchun Garden know.Then there is Concubine De in Yonghe Palace, and Wanyan family in Zhuosi Garden.

It was buried in the loess from the neck down, and the old emperor's wish was just to have his beloved youngest son live with him, enjoy the garden and fish every day.

But now you want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person?

Concubine De has cried and passed out several times, and Wanyan entered the palace alone to guard Wuya.Hongming is already grown up, not to mention that Yinzhen ordered Honghui to go to Zhuosiyuan to take care of his younger siblings. The children in Zhuosiyuan didn't know the news, but they were doing well.

"I know you want to wait for little fourteen to come back," Kangxi's hair was already gray, and three months passed, and he couldn't wait for his little son to come back.

Yinzhen knelt on the ground, his temples were slightly frosted.

"Honghui has grown up too. I think he will be better than you, Ama, in the future. Being a prince is also a good thing."

"Yinti's title is reserved for him. If...he really can't come back", Kangxi was silent for a while, "Then let Hongming Jin Iron Hat King enjoy the royal salary of his parents, and let Hongyin inherit Yinti's title .”

Yinzhen remained silent.

The news came from the spy under him—Fucha Changnan rushed to the northwest overnight without the imperial order to leave the capital.

He couldn't even tell whether he was happy or sad in his heart.

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Two years have passed, and Yinzhen handles government affairs day after day, just like in his previous life.It's just that his little Fourteen still hasn't come home, and the peach blossoms in Zhuosi Garden are already blooming very well.

There was no news about Fucha Changnan, and Yinzhen did not order to take back the spies in the northwest area.

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At the end of the 60th year of Kangxi, the emperor Zen took the throne and his fourth son, Prince Yong Yinzhen.The last will of the old emperor before he abdicated was to confer the title of Empress Wu Yashi, the concubine of Yonghe Palace, but Wu Yashi was immersed in the pain of losing her son.Her eldest son is already a certain emperor, even if he did not have the position of queen during his lifetime, he will still have the honor of queen after his death.

After Prince Yong came to the throne, he changed his year name to Yongzheng, and Emperor Kangxi was named the Supreme Emperor, and his mother, Empress Uya, was named the Empress Dowager.From the eldest son of the holy ancestor all the way to the seventeenth elder brother, the son of the holy ancestor canonize the one who can't be sealed, that is, Shi En and the son.

Everyone said that today's emperor dotes on his younger brother - let alone the eldest son of the family as a hereditary iron hat king, the second son inherited his father's position and became a new generation of King Rong.

The new emperor took office and did not change the ways of the previous emperor for three years, but he did something else.

The old emperor guarded the Changchun Garden every day, but he liked to drive to Zhuosi Garden next door, less than two miles away, to go fishing when the sun was setting.

The Taishanghuang, who was originally ill, had hope, and lived a leisurely life, and his body gradually became stronger again.But his mind became more and more unclear. The new emperor liked to live in the Old Summer Palace, but he left all the concubines in the Forbidden City and did not bring any of them out.

The new emperor loves children, and the crown prince's eldest son, Yongchen, brought his younger siblings to greet Huang Mafa every day.

"Fourth brother, little fourteen's fish is excellent here, but you can't catch fish there!" The Taishang Huang shook his white beard, and still held the fishing rod vigorously with his wrinkled hands.

The new emperor frowned, "Father, please keep your voice down, don't scare my fish away."

"This is obviously the fish of Xiaoshishi's family!" Taishanghuang is very easy to get angry now, and when he gets angry, he always has the upper hand before he will give up. "Turn left when you go out, go one mile forward, look up at the gate, this is Zhuosi Garden!"

The Taishanghuang's teeth were loose, and he lost a few more, but he didn't lose his voice at all.

"When Little Fourteen comes back, I must tell him that his brother comes to Ming'an Yuyang every day to steal fish!"

The new emperor didn't care, his face showed no expression, but his pupils shrank slightly: "Then you go tell Xiao Shisi, I'm going to eat up all the fish in his garden..."

After a while, I heard the Supreme Emperor say again: "Today, why haven't you handed over Xiao Shisi's handwriting to me? Yesterday he praised his handwriting for getting better and better. Are you going to be lazy today!"

The new emperor pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were moist, "Little Fourteen just told me this morning that the ink sticks you gave him have run out, and I only wrote one piece of writing today."

The Supreme Emperor said "Oh", and then called out, "Liang Jiugong, you go to my private treasury to get ink ingots and send them to Elder Brother!"

There was no one behind him, and Zhang Qilin was standing not far away, looking over here.

After a while, the new emperor heard the Supreme Emperor say: "Lao Si, I dreamed about Xiao Shisi last night. He said he was in great pain and the medicine was too bitter to drink..."

That night, the new emperor also had a dream. He dreamed that his younger brother, who was dressed in military armor, fell off a galloping horse with a feathered arrow in his shoulder.

That handsome and cold face became pale and sickly, he murmured in pain, but couldn't take a sip of the medicine.

The new emperor woke up from the dream, his back was wet with cold sweat, and there were bean-sized drops of sweat on the corner of his forehead.

"Yinti..."

Another year of Qingming, the emperor, who believed in Buddhism, dressed up in the misty and rainy festival and climbed up the mountain road. He saw the Lingyin Temple in the misty rain.

Climbing up the wet stone steps, there were two figures supporting each other in front of them. The emperor just looked at the back of one of them, but almost didn't shed tears.

The emperor is 48 years old this year, that man is ten years younger than him, and still looks handsome in the middle age.The man next to him is strong and tall, holding an umbrella, but leaning completely to the side.

If you get closer, you can hear the quiet conversation.

"Don't get so close to me, I can do it myself." Still as cold as I remembered.

"The stone steps are slippery with rain, I have to support you."

After a while, another voice asked: "Are you thirsty? I see a tea shop in front of you. Go and get you a cup?"

The man spoke again, "I have arms and legs, won't I go, you, old lady..."

The tall and strong man held the man by the hand, refusing to let go at all, and brought the steaming tea himself, "Don't be greedy for the coolness, there is some wind on this mountain, be careful to catch a cold when you go down the mountain."

The man obviously thought the tea was too hot, so he turned his head - the emperor saw his side face, and his eye sockets became more and more red.

Yinti...

Straight nose bridge, thin lips slightly pursed, just like his usual expression.The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the emperor could even see the curl of the eyelashes.It's just that when his eyes fell on the man's bright but unfocused eyes, the emperor felt that his heart was about to burst in pain.

"Now that we don't lack anything, what should you do if you worship Buddha?"

The man took a long time to speak, "I have been rich and prosperous all my life, and the emperor's salary is inexhaustible. But in this life, I have killed countless enemies on the battlefield. Before the dust is gone, I must pay off the blood debt of this life."

"I will pay it for you, these debts will not be repaid to you..." The tall and strong man's temples were slightly frosted, his eyes were full of tenderness and pity.

The slender man pushed away the opponent's hand, and a string of sandalwood beads wrapped twice around his skeleton wrist.Although the eyes are dull, they fall into the distance.

The emperor looked in the direction of his gaze, and a line of hot tears rolled down the corner of his eyes.

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Fucha Changnan didn't feel disappointed when Yinti pushed him away—it wasn't the first time anyway.

It's been like this for ten years, and he just wants to guard this person well.

In terms of official salary, he will never be as good as Yinti in his whole life.But he is willing to let go of what he has worked so hard to win when the other party loses everything.

Such a proud person, when he found him, dragged his body full of injuries, and brought with him only a dozen or so subordinates.His eyes were full of determination to fight to the death - Fucha Changnan understood Yinti's thoughts with just one glance.This is his way out, and it is also a way out.

Indulging that poisonous feathered arrow to pass through his chest, Yinti fell from his horse hard.Fucha Changnan clearly felt that his heart was also pierced like a thousand arrows, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

In the next three years, he traveled around with the "Prince Heshuo Duan Jinrong", who was no longer as healthy as before, and he tasted all the medicines he got.

It's just that the eyes can't see it, as long as people are still...

Fucha Changnan comforted himself like this, but couldn't help holding back the tears that burst out of his eyes when the man fell asleep.

From now on, I will be the only one by your side.

But you have been unhappy.

Are you blaming me?Blame me for pulling you away from everything you own?

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Since the First World War ten years ago, Shen Xi has left many roots of illness on her body.

Being blind is not necessarily a bad thing.As early as when he "died in battle", he was ready to accept this ending.Yongzheng was suspicious by nature, even though he was his own younger brother, but there was a younger brother who was more favored and powerful than himself, which emperor could really feel at ease?

Kangxi really loved his youngest son, but Shen Xi made herself the first prince in the Qing Dynasty to "sacrifice his life for the country".

When that feathered arrow passed through his chest, various images of this life flashed through his mind, and in the end it was dark like a mist, and the end could not be seen clearly, but it made him feel cold all over.

Until the trembling person pulled him into his arms, hot tears fell on his bare skin.Shen Xi's heart has been cold for a long time, how can this handful of hot tears hold the heat.

Now he is just a nameless common man, guarding another nameless common man by his side.

There is no "Prince Heshuo Duan Jinrong" who is posthumously sealed, nor is there a "Master Fucha" who is a second-rank official.

On rainy days, the left knee bone hurts, and that person is much more nervous than him.Although Shen Xi was in pain, she never hummed again.

He couldn't see the man's expression. When he dreamed back at midnight, his shoulders were covered with hot tears.

An old man in his 40s who used to cry in his sleep.Still crying secretly, soiling the quilt and his clothes.

Shen Xi felt that her illnesses were getting more and more serious, and it was becoming more and more difficult to fall asleep, and it was difficult to wake up after falling asleep.

The man always pushes himself to go out to bask in the sun, and he is afraid of getting sunburned due to too much sun.Coaxing myself to drink the medicine, even a slight cough would make me tense for a long time.

But he really felt like he couldn't take it anymore.

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There is a small garden on the sunny side of the hillside of Lingyin Temple.

The master turns the string of bright and deep sandalwood beads in his hand every day, and another person is always by his side, or plant a few gardenias in the yard, or build two osmanthus trees that grow to half the height.

Sunrise and sunset, spring thunder and summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow, day after day, year after year.

The emperor went to Lingyin Temple twice a year and stayed for two full days each time.

One day and one night were spent on Lingyin Mountain.

Until the emperor was old and couldn't climb the mountain, he asked the prince to wait for him.

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"Is he all right?"

The prince knelt in front of the emperor's couch with his head bowed. "When the son arrived, he had passed away for more than three months."

The emperor kept his eyes open, but two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, "Where is the other person?"

The prince, who was in his prime, looked up at his imperial father, and replied: "The son will go the night after he arrives."

The Qianqing Palace was silent for a long time before I heard the emperor say: "In the future, don't go there again."

In a few days, the emperor died and the new emperor ascended the throne.Dynasties are replaced by new ones, and the past is buried in history.

Day after day, year after year.Spring thunder and summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow.

Sunrise and sunset.