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

In his previous life, Tang Bin was a staunch minister to the Crown Prince, and Yinreng was very familiar with him.

It’s a pity that Master Tang didn’t live long. He was frightened to death in October this year because of impeachment.

As for the person who impeached him, Yinreng pondered, if he remembered correctly, it seemed that it was someone from Nalan Mingzhu's faction. They couldn't bear to see a staunch prince's party member rise to a high position again, so they directly impeached the timid Tang Bin, and frightened him to death.

Yinreng was very sad. He had not yet entered the court at that time, and it was Soetu who told him about these struggles bit by bit.

He still remembered that later someone looked at Tang Bin's family background and could only describe him as extremely poor and not like an official at all.

He looks more like a poor and down-and-out old man.

Thinking of this, Yinreng suddenly didn't want to embarrass the old man anymore.

He raised his head slowly and glanced at the gray-haired master beside him who looked like he had overworked his brain.

Looking at his face full of confusion, he must be thinking about whether he should report truthfully to Khan Ama about what happened in the study today after class.

Tsk, Yinreng was depressed. Why did he become so soft-hearted after being reborn?

"Master Tang, I am not unhappy with what you said." He spoke in a gentle voice, but there was a hint of pretentious discomfort in it.

Yinreng's expression was indifferent, except for his pair of bright almond-shaped eyes, which were slightly misty, revealing a hint of fragility.

It immediately touched Master Tang's heart, which was concerned about the crown prince.

At this moment, he no longer wondered whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell asleep because he didn't like his lecture. He thought, it was obvious that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not feeling well!

The prince was not feeling well, but he insisted on studying hard. He just couldn't help but lie down to relax. What could he have done wrong?

The ones who are wrong are those who failed to serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince well.

Master Tang waved his hands and said, "I misunderstood Your Highness. Is Your Highness feeling unwell? Should we call the imperial physician to take a look? Do we need to notify the Emperor? Where is Your Highness feeling uncomfortable? I have learned some medical skills, so can I take a look at Your Highness..."

It turns out that pretending to be unwell in front of someone who obviously cares about you is an extremely wrong decision!

Yinreng felt extremely regretful, but he didn't want to refuse Tang Bin's kindness, so he could only stretch out his hand and let Tang Bin take his pulse.

Fortunately, Tang Bin was probably not very skilled. He looked very serious, but in fact, his eyes were full of confusion. This pulse ... ... This pulse ... ...

Let him think about what the book says?

Tang Bin frowned and tried to recall, then found that he couldn't remember anything.

Forget it, he doesn't seem to be cut out for this.

Tang Bin gritted his teeth secretly in his heart. Facing the expectant eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't see anything. He could only solemnly say: "Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince should pay attention to his health. Eat well and sleep well, then you can be healthy."

Anyway, that's what all the doctors he had seen before told him, and he thought it was right, and it was just right to fool the young Crown Prince.

Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince's eyes lit up, and then he said in a very depressed tone: "I couldn't sleep well..."

Tang Bin subconsciously asked back: "Why can't you sleep well?"

But Yinreng did not tell him directly, but just sighed deeply and pretended to say: "Master Tang, please continue your lecture. I am fine now. Don't delay the progress."

Tang Bin had lived to a ripe old age, but he had never seen anyone start a conversation and then shut up. He was getting anxious and wanted to continue asking the prince why he couldn't sleep well.

But the prince didn't say anything, so I didn't want to ask him casually.

He could only continue teaching according to the prince's request, but he still wanted to know why. He kept looking at his only student but didn't get any response from the student.

Yinreng glanced at Master Tang, who was scratching his head and cheeks, and wanted to laugh.

Although he had not spent many years with Master Tang in his previous life, this master understood him the best. Based on his understanding of Master Tang, he would definitely not be able to help but mention a few words about the Crown Prince's poor sleep when reporting to Khan Ama. At that time, he would just wait for Khan Ama to come to him.

Having given up the idea of ​​making his master angry and asking him to complain to Khan Ama, the clever Yinreng immediately came up with another idea.

And judging by the looks of it, this method is much more useful.

Tang Bin didn't know that he was being tricked by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He was really like what Yinreng had guessed. When Kangxi asked him about Yinreng's performance today, he subconsciously asked about the reason why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't sleep well.

"Can't sleep well?"

Kangxi was stunned by his question. Yinreng still had nightmares at night?

He frowned. Didn't they say that things were much better with Yinzhen and the others by their side?

Kangxi tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes deep in thought. He looked down at Tang Bin and asked, "Is the Crown Prince in a bad mood today?"

"Yes, he was a little dazed and uncomfortable, but he was still forcing himself to study seriously. From what I saw, I felt quite ... "

Tang Bin didn't say the rest of the words, as it would have been inappropriate for him to say them.

Kangxi's mouth twitched.

Why?

Feeling quite distressed?

This old guy is accusing him of not caring about his son?

"Go down, I will talk to the prince."

Hearing this, I always feel that the Emperor doesn't care much about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Tang Bin raised his head slightly in confusion, but didn't know what to say. He could only think that the next time he entered the palace to teach His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he would have to take a good look at the Crown Prince's condition.

The emperor is diligent in his work, but he doesn't seem to care much for his children.

If he had a son as obedient as the Crown Prince, he would be spoiled to the heavens.

Yinreng: Thank you for the invitation. I’m almost reaching heaven.

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After sending Tang Bin away, Kangxi no longer had the mood to continue reviewing memorials.

He patted his clothes and stood up, "Liang Jiugong, go to the study."

He had to go and see how the prince was doing in the upper study.

What does “can’t sleep well” mean? Could it be that besides having nightmares at night, Yinreng is hiding something else from him?

Kangxi was in a unhappy mood. This kid could even talk to his teacher, but couldn't he confide his difficulties to his father?

Could it be that outsiders are closer to him than he, the father?

The more Kangxi thought about it, the angrier he became. There was no smile on his face. Even though the sun was shining brightly, the palace servants who were following him felt a chill.

The emperor was heading to the upper study, while many princes in the upper study were taking riding and archery lessons in the martial arts field at the back.

As princes, they need both literary and military talent. They may not be proficient in either, but they must learn.

Therefore, behind the upper study room there is a place specially set aside for them to practice horse riding, archery and Bu Ku.

All the princes, regardless of their age, gathered together.

As the leader in martial arts, the eldest prince Yinzhi first looked at his younger brothers with thin arms and legs with contempt, and then he bent his bow and shot an arrow, hitting the bull's eye.

"How about it, fourth brother, let me teach you?"

With such puny arms and legs, no wonder people say “Sejong’s bow has four and a half strengths”.

Since he won't fight for the throne in this life anyway, he might as well be a good brother and help his fourth brother get rid of Si Liban!