The protagonist of fast time travel Halo Crusher

Chapter 372 The Qing Dynasty that was pierced into a sieve ([-])

Lin Mu was venting, when she suddenly realized: "Wait, Yuan Zhi, what year did you say it is now?"

Chen Yunzhi repeated it again: "Kangxi 47 years, I have said it three times."

"You're just kidding, this is the prelude to the fierce competition between the nine sons. Kangxi is going to depose the crown prince." Lin Mu became more and more dissatisfied, "The capitalists just exploited me, but why did they send me to such a crisis moment? Again A few years ago, everyone had a good relationship at least on the surface. I invited everyone to a table and drank tea, and the task was solved, but now it is good."

"Okay, don't complain, just accept the memory." Chen Yunzhi passed the memory to Lin Mu.

Lin Mu comforted himself, if there is no plot, memory is fine, it is better than nothing.

She received the memory, and the body she entered was Guo Luoluo Zhiyue, the eighth elder brother's concubine Fujin.

When she came here, the real Guo Luoluo was just full moon. She really loved Baye, and her biggest goal was to change history and help Baye ascend to the throne.

Lin Mu secretly apologized to her, I'm really sorry, she is destined not to respect her wishes.

Lin Mu has always respected the wishes of the parties the most. Just like in the previous plane, she even thought that if Bai Qingqing was still willing to be with Li Beijue after returning, then she would definitely respect Bai Qingqing's decision.

Unfortunately, this time her position made her have to maintain the safety of the plane.

After receiving the memory, Lin Mu closed his eyes and fell asleep. No matter how difficult the task was, he had to sleep well.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dawn.

Lin Mu remembered that today is the birthday of Eighth Master Yinhu, and there was a birthday banquet in the mansion, and elder brothers Fujin from all walks of life would come.

She hurriedly dressed up, she was the hostess of the mansion and the host of the birthday banquet, so nothing could go wrong.

Fortunately, although the former Guo Luoluo Zhiyue was a time traveler, she was easy to learn and was good at managing the affairs of the government. She basically arranged everything properly.

Yinzhu's birthday is on the tenth day of February, which is around the beginning of April in the Gregorian calendar. The weather in the capital is not that cold anymore.

Lin Mu finished dressing up, and after dinner, he went to Yinhu's yard, wanting to see how he was getting ready for the day.

Of course, the most important thing is to see whether the eight wise kings who are rumored to be as gentle as jade and attract countless time-traveling women are so attractive.

She walked into Yinhu's yard and found that Yinhu was actually dancing with a sword, which was quite different from her imagination of reading poems and practicing calligraphy.

However, it is also understandable that the Manchus have always admired the nation on horseback, and they attach great importance to the cultivation of martial arts.

Yinhu's sword dance is very beautiful, the sword is full of chicness, and the eyes are full of pride.

Now Yinhu is also 27 years old. The ancients were precocious, especially the children of the royal family. 27 years old is not young.

But Lin Mu inexplicably saw the youthful spirit in his sword dance.

Gradually, the speed of his sword dancing became faster and faster, so fast that Lin Mu could no longer see the moves clearly.

Lin Mu's thoughts began to wander. This is a very attractive man, even though she has never spoken to him.

There is a bright but not dazzling mature light on his body, like a piece of jade that has been polished, warm and firm.

This is the 27th year of his life.

But more than half of his life has passed. The eight virtuous kings, who danced swords in the morning, died at the age of 45.

What a pity.

In the end, he pulled a beautiful sword flower and closed his momentum.

Lin Mu applauded involuntarily.

"Zhiyue, you're here." Yinhu smiled warmly at Lin Mu.

"Ba Ye, why are you wearing such thin clothes?" Lin Mu saw that Yinhu was only wearing a layer of thin clothes, and couldn't help but questioned in his tone, "It's only the tenth day of February, and it's just now. It’s a time when it’s warm and cold, and it’s still quite cold in the morning. You’re sweating from dancing with the sword, and the wind will blow your body.”

Lin Mu pulled him into the house, "Today is your birthday party, you can't be sick."

Yinhu was not impatient, he listened patiently to what Lin Mu said, and then nodded: "I see, I'll add clothes now."

There was no retort, and nothing went in one ear or out the other.

This is a very good advantage, no matter which dynasty men should learn it.

Yinhu changed clothes in the inner room, while Lin Mu casually looked at the exhibits in the outer room. They were all priceless. If she could bring one or two back, she would be prosperous.

"That's right." Yinhu suddenly remembered something, "After going to court today, the ninth, tenth, and fourteenth brothers also said that they would come here earlier today."

When Lin Mu heard this, it was the Baye Party who wanted to hold a small meeting first, "I see, I'll let Zhou Fu prepare, and I'll wait for you guys earlier."

Zhou Fu is the housekeeper of Babeile Mansion, very capable.

But having said that, it was very miserable for Kangxi to be his son and courtier in the Qing Dynasty. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty usually courted once every ten days, but when he came to Kangxi, he went to court every day, and the court time was about five or six in the morning.In the winter morning, the capital is cold and dark, and the courtiers get up at about three o'clock to get ready. It is still every day, and there are almost no vacations. At most, they can rest for a few days during the Chinese New Year.

Yinhu is also quite energetic. He went to the court so early and finally came back from the next court. If he didn't catch up on sleep, he was still in the mood to dance the sword.

Not long after Yinhu changed his clothes, those who held the Baye Party meeting and their Fujin all came.

The servants came to report, and Lin Mu and Yinhu went out to meet these people together.

The tenth elder brother who was walking in the front didn't know what the ninth elder brother and the fourteenth elder brother said, he laughed heartlessly.

This person doesn't look like a city man, and he looks easy to get along with.

Behind him and on the right is Ninth Elder Brother Yinzhen. Yinzhen has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, but Lin Mu always has a very dangerous feeling when his eyes are slightly narrowed.

If you really think about it, Zhiyue and Yinzhen are still cousins, and Lin Mu calls Yinzhen a cousin.

The person next to Yinzhen is the fourteenth elder brother Yinzhen, the future general king.

But he is only 20 years old now, he is not as domineering as the general king, he looks like a sunny and cheerful boy.

"Myna, it's an auspicious birthday." Yin first came up and hugged Yinhu.

His strength was so great that Yinhu took two steps back slightly.

Lin Mu took a step back and greeted the three people.

"Look at your unruly appearance, the eighth sister-in-law should despise you." Yinzhen bowed slightly to Lin Mu, "Hello eighth sister-in-law."

Yinzhen did the same, "Hello eighth sister-in-law."

Only then did Yin let go of Yinhu embarrassingly, and greeted Lin Mu: "Hi eighth sister-in-law."

Afterwards, the three masters greeted Yinhu again.

Then, the three Fujins saluted Yinhu again, and Lin Mu and them also saluted each other.

This etiquette is quite complicated.

(End of this chapter)