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

In one sentence, Yinreng and Yinxiang stopped fighting.

They let go of each other at the same time, ignoring their red faces from being pinched, and spoke in unison.

"Where's my fourth brother?"

"Where's my fourth brother?"

Ok?

Their eyes met, and flames flew.

"My fourth brother!"

"My fourth brother!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

It happened in a flash. Who wouldn't take three steps back after seeing this scene?

But Yinsi didn't.

He looked at the two of them speechlessly, then waved his hand in front of them, motioning them to look at him.

Then, when Yinreng and Yinxiang looked at him blankly, he smiled and said, "My fourth brother."

" ... ... "

Another big battle broke out, and the three men fought so fiercely that sparks flew everywhere, and even Yinzhen, who was pretending to be dead, was awakened.

The white hand slid across the ground and grabbed Yinzhen's clothes. Yinzhen carefully tilted his head to the side and asked in a low voice: "What happened to them again?"

Yin? took a tentative look at the war that had not yet spread, and chose to crawl down and approach his ninth brother before whispering: "Fourth brother left, they ... "

Before he could finish his words, Yinzhen jumped up first, "What?! Fourth brother is gone???"

No, he just pretended to be dead for a while. Why did Fourth Brother just leave them?

Yinzhen couldn't stay any longer, he stood up and ran out.

But he unexpectedly saw three people staring at him.

The argument was in full swing, but his shout interrupted the situation and made them remember what they were talking about at the beginning, namely Yinreng, Yinxiang and Yinsi.

"Uh ... Second brother, eighth brother, thirteenth brother, long time no see?"

The moment of pretending to be dead feels like a long time.

Yinzhen couldn't bear to look at the greeting he gave.

He crawled forward, choosing to leave his ninth brother behind and escape alone.

So, when Yinzhen remembered that he had a brother, he lowered his head and could no longer see Yinzhen.

"Hey? Where's the tenth brother?"

Could it be that the Tenth Brother could also burrow underground? How could he disappear in an instant?

Yinxiang pointed at the door and motioned Yinzhen to look over there, "Ninth brother, Tenth brother has already crawled out."

Hearing this, Yinzhen looked towards the door and happened to see the foot that had not yet been pulled out. He felt very complicated for a moment.

He thought that they should be thankful that the prince did not release many palace maids, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for them, the princes.

"By the way, where are the fourth brother and his people?"

While brushing off the dirt on his body, Yin'er did not forget his original intention and asked Yinzhen.

Yinxiang and Yinreng also turned their attention to Yinsi, "Yes, where is my fourth brother?"

Hearing that the two of them insisted on adding the word "I" before the fourth brother, Yinsi couldn't help rolling his eyes, and then smiled and said: "I won't tell you."

He snorted lightly, strode out of the door, and went to the Yanxi Palace.

Yinreng, Yinxiang and Yinlu just stood there looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long while, Yinzhen touched his head aggrievedly and said in confusion: "Second brother, Thirteenth brother, what do you think happened to Eighth Brother today?"

I feel like my brain isn't quite normal!

Yinxiang blinked, and thought deeply about it, "Maybe he was stimulated by something?"

After all, it is rare for Eighth Brother to beat Ninth Brother.

Yinzhen nodded repeatedly: "That's right, my brother never beats me."

Although he was only slapped, it hurt his heart so much that he couldn't help but want to continue pretending to be dead.

"Come on, if you keep pretending to be dead, I will bury you underground."

Thinking of the scene just now, Yinreng's eyes went dark, and he raised his hand to slap Yinzhen in the face.

"Ah! You hit me too!"

Covering his head and crying in pain, Yinzhen was really sad this time. It was bad enough that his eighth brother hit him, but why did his second brother hit him too?

Looking at his Thirteenth Brother again, Yinzhen quickly moved towards the door, "Thirteenth Brother, what do you want to do? You can't bully your brother!"

He pointed at Yinxiang, who was flexing his wrist and was about to hit him, and shouted, then he ran without stopping.

"Brother Jiu... is really lively."

Yinxiang covered his face, feeling a little embarrassed. He was thinking, could not Ninth Brother be more mature?

He is so childish that he feels like he is looking at his younger brother every time.

"If he can be mature, then no one will be childish."

With a light complaint, Yinreng reached out and grabbed Yinxiang, "Let's go, find our fourth brother."

"It's Fourth Brother!" Yinxiang was held in his arms obediently, but he kept muttering unyieldingly.

Yinreng rubbed his head in disdain, "Okay, okay, you are my fourth brother, okay?"

"That's more like it..."

*

Today is September 15th, the 30th year of the Kangxi reign.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. In the quiet Qiandong Liusuo, Yinzhen, who was hugging a pillow, bumped into Yinsi, who was not asleep yet.

"Hey, myna, you haven't slept yet?"

Yinzhen smiled shyly and climbed onto the bed very quickly under Yinsi's slightly helpless look.

After arranging the pillows, Yinzhen smiled and said, "My dear, you don't mind me rubbing your bed, do you?"

Yinsi held his forehead helplessly: "You have already come up, why are you still asking me?"

"Hehe..." Yinzhen scratched his head embarrassedly, but took over Yinsi's half of the bed without any hesitation.

He reached under Yinsi's pillow and pulled out a dagger as usual, muttering, "My dear, why do you like to put daggers under your pillow so much?"

"What if you accidentally hurt yourself?"

As he spoke, Yinzhen pulled out the dagger. A sharp aura burst out in an instant, but then dissipated.

This is a dagger that has seen blood.

Yinsi glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and took the dagger back.

Putting it back into the sheath, he said nonchalantly: "I'm not like you, I'm going to pull it out as soon as I pick it up."

He just couldn't change the habit he had developed, so he subconsciously put down the dagger to protect himself.

If he were not too young, he would have wanted to ask Khan Ama for a pistol.

Who knew how envious he was when he saw his third and fourth brothers had pistols!

"I want one too. When I grow up, I'll ask Khan Ama for a pistol."

Lying lazily on the bed, Yinzhen raised his hand to speak.

"You are younger than me, wait a few more years."

Yinsi smiled and thought about him, then put the dagger back to its place and lay down peacefully.

They lay there quietly for a while, and just when they thought they were both asleep, Yinzhen hesitated and said, "Myna..."

He paused and asked slowly, "What happened to you today?"

Hearing this, Yinsi was slightly stunned. He stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, and after a moment of silence, he whispered back, "I dreamed of your death last night."