Yinzhen: Become the favorite of the group in the Qing Dynasty where the brothers were reborn

Kangxi had no idea what great things his eldest son had done. It was only after the army set out that he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to get some self-defense tools for his eldest son.

So when the army stopped to rest, he asked someone to call Yinzhi over.

Then he took out a pistol from the cabinet under his seat and put it in Yinzhi's hand.

In the slightly strange look of Yinzhi, he said: "This is the pistol newly developed by Dai Zi. Take it. I will teach you how to use it sometime. Don't play with it when you have nothing to do, otherwise I am worried that you will kill yourself first."

Although firearms were becoming more and more advanced, they were still prone to accidental discharges. Kangxi didn't want to hear that his eldest son had killed him by mistake, otherwise he would really ...

Tsk, nothing to say.

Kangxi put the pistol in Yinzhi's hand. Yinzhi looked up at him and then looked down at the pistol. He was wondering, when will Khan Ama do something timely?

Really, although he was happy to have two pistols, when he thought about the fact that Yinreng gave him pistols before he went out to fight, while Khan Ama only remembered to give him pistols halfway through the journey, in comparison, his Khan Ama seemed not so good.

Alas, there is no harm without comparison.

Yinzhi sighed in his heart, and then happily accepted the second gun. He was ecstatic, and Kangxi never thought of going anywhere else.

Seeing that Yinzhi was holding the pistol and not putting it away, he opened his mouth and reminded him again: "Okay, okay, put away the pistol and don't hurt yourself."

Suddenly, he began to regret his decision to give Yinzhi a pistol. Can this kid really avoid hurting himself?

I always feel sad!

Yinzhi did not know the sorrow that Kangxi was feeling, nor did the other princes and brothers far away in the Forbidden City know about it.

Qianqing Palace

Yinreng and Yinzhen were working together. They were very casual and sat on the ground. Their papers were spread out on the ground, and their pens, ink, paper and inkstone were all placed aside, within reach.

"Second brother, fourth brother."

Little Thirteen was also there. He didn't want to work but was keen on serving his two brothers, so he ran around on his two short legs, sometimes bringing snacks to feed them, sometimes giving them water, and he managed to keep them well fed.

Touching his bulging belly, Yinzhen quickly grabbed his busy thirteenth brother, pulled him to sit next to him, and said, "Thirteenth brother, accompany fourth brother to look at these memorials."

If he continues to feed him, he and his second brother won't need to eat tonight.

Yinreng also nodded: "Yes, Thirteenth Brother, don't run around anymore, aren't you tired?"

Are all children so energetic?

He was tired of watching Thirteenth Brother running back and forth, but Thirteenth Brother himself looked particularly energetic, as if he was not tired at all.

Little Thirteen was pulled by Yinzhen to sit down, and he sat there obediently. When he heard Yinreng's words, he immediately replied: "I'm not tired, I just take one step, two steps, one step, two steps, I'm not tired at all."

It’s just a short distance. If his legs were longer, he could take two steps at a time and it would be much easier.

After answering Yinreng's question, Xiao Shisan turned his attention to the memorial in Yinzhen's hand. He leaned over to take a few glances and asked, "What are you looking at, Fourth Brother?"

"It's a memorial from the Minister of Revenue. My second brother asked the Ministry of Revenue to sort out the account books for the past two years. They will be brought back in a while."

Yinzhen held Xiao Shisan in one hand and kept flipping through memorials with the other. A hint of thought flashed across his eyes from time to time, but it did not prevent him from answering Xiao Shisan's questions.

Upon hearing the answer, the former Prince Yixian's radar immediately sounded: "Are you going to check the accounts?"

Check the accounts, review the accounts, and balance the accounts.

Fourth brother is planning to take action against the Ministry of Revenue again?

"It's not me, the fourth brother, nor the second brother, it's Khan Ama."

Yinzhen knew that the Thirteenth Prince would react like this. He exchanged a glance with Yinreng and shrugged helplessly, "Khan Ama said that he will collect the debt after he has dealt with Junggar."

It is true that the national treasury is full now, but that does not mean that the money that has been lent out does not need to be recovered. After their Khan Ama passes away in the next life, he will not wait many years to deal with this matter.

"Then they don't want you, fourth brother, to do it again, right?" Little Thirteen was a little worried. Although Khan Ama always acted like he cared about his fourth brother, who knew how much of it was true or false.

What if, like in his previous life, Fourth Brother is forced to do something offensive?

"What are you thinking about? Khan Ama, do it yourself."

Yinzhen shook his head. He would not do it even if he was asked to do it.

Anyway, he is only eleven years old now, what can he understand?

"That's right!" Little Thirteen slapped his head. He almost forgot that his fourth brother was only eleven years old this year, and was still an immature bald prince. He could not do such a big thing.

"That's good. I'm relieved then."

As long as it has nothing to do with his fourth brother, Xiao Shisan doesn't care too much.

He leaned lazily on Yinzhen, watching his fourth brother and second brother, the Crown Prince, busy themselves.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door. It was He Zhuer and Su Peisheng. Behind them were some palace servants, holding a lot of account books in their hands, all sent from the Ministry of Revenue.

Looking at the account books scattered all over the floor, Yinreng and Yinzhen fell into deep thought. With so many, could they count them all?

"... Fourth brother, do you think we need some help?" After a long silence, Yinreng looked at Yinzhen and asked what Yinzhen was also thinking about.

"I think so." Yinzhen nodded.

They have to seek outside help.

Otherwise, if they were the only ones to handle the task, they would be extremely busy.

So, the two brothers hit it off and kidnapped the third prince Yinzhi, who was busy writing storybooks in Qiandong Ersuo.

" ... ... "

Looking at his second and fourth brothers who were staring at him eagerly, Yinzhi, who was holding a brush in his hand, suddenly lost control.

"What...what happened?"

Yinzhi was a little panicked. He really didn't know what was going on.

It was a rare occasion when Khan Ama was not around, so he could avoid going to the study to attend classes. He was writing his own storybook when he was tied up and taken to the Qianqing Palace. If you didn't know, you would have thought that he was committing treason by writing a storybook.

"Ahem, here's the thing, Third Brother, there's an important matter that needs your help. Are you willing to lend a hand and help me, your brother?"

Yinzhen, who was signaled to attack by Yinreng's eyes, stood up immediately and started talking nonsense.

But Yinzhi listened to it, and when he saw that his fourth brother needed help, he immediately nodded: "Help!"

Then ... ...

"Yinzhen! I will never believe you again!!!"