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

In February of the first year of Yongzheng's reign, the Joseon Dynasty surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and became a part of the Qing territory. It was renamed Joseon Prefecture and, together with Fuso Prefecture, became the fief of Prince Zhi.

"what?!"

Yinzhi, who was obsessed with taking care of his baby, was dumbfounded. He took the imperial edict in a daze and couldn't understand what was going on.

No, it doesn’t say that whoever conquers the territory will be in charge!

He only cares about beating, not managing!

"No, no, Fu Jin, you take Xiao Bao over there. I'll go ask Fourth Brother what's going on."

Yinzhi hurriedly gave the little daughter in his arms to the first wife, and regardless of how Concubine Hui called him from behind, he rushed directly to the Prince Yi's Mansion next door.

At this moment, Yinzhen is at home taking care of the children.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother, please show me this imperial edict. What is Thirteenth Brother doing?!"

Yinzhi rushed in and didn't care about anything else. He just stuffed the imperial edict into Yinzhen's arms.

By the way, he also took little Honghui from Yinzhen's arms.

Holding little Honghui skillfully and rocking him, Yinzhi nodded under Yinzhen's unspeakable gaze, "Hurry up, look."

Yinzhen, who lost his child and picked up the imperial edict, was silent for a long time before he slowly picked up the edict and pretended to look at it carefully.

"Ah, that's it." He said seriously.

Yinzhi was very anxious. He kept saying, "Do you think Thirteenth Brother is playing a trick on me? When he asked me to go out to fight, he didn't say that the territory I conquered would be given to me as a fiefdom and I would be in charge of it!"

If he knew there would be such a sequel, he would ...

Forget it, the war still has to be fought.

Yinzhen calmly pulled Yinzhi to sit down, and then he explained to him: "Brother, Thirteenth Brother arranged this for a reason."

"Look at the Joseon Prefecture and Fuso Prefecture. The two places have just been integrated into the Qing Dynasty. If we let others take charge, it may be difficult to suppress the locals. If chaos is caused, it will not be good."

"But you are different, brother. You are the general who conquered those two places personally. The authority you have there is even greater than that of the emperor. With you in charge, other officials don't have to be timid when they act."

After a long explanation, Yinzhen finally made Yinzhi understand, "So, I'm just going to be a mascot? I don't have to review everything?"

In that case, he would be able to accept it.

After all, he is really impatient to deal with official business. You can ask him to wield swords and guns, but forget it if you ask him to wield pen and ink.

"Fourth brother, you can't bluff me. You are the one I trust the most."

Worried that his fourth brother was fooling him, Yinzhi realized it belatedly and added a sentence.

Yinzhen immediately shook his head: "How is that possible? I swear, I am definitely not fooling you, big brother."

He was really not fooling Yinzhi at this moment, and everything he said was true.

After all, he and his thirteenth brother did not really expect their eldest brother to be able to manage the fiefdom in order. That kind of thing was not their eldest brother's forte at all.

The best thing for the eldest brother to do is to go out and expand the territory.

"Don't worry, big brother. Thirteenth brother will arrange a team for you when the time comes." After thinking about it, Yinzhen gave Yinzhi another shot of reassurance.

"That's great." Yinzhi was delighted. As long as he had someone arranged for him, he would be responsible for bringing the person over and then intimidating the people.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not that difficult. Yinzhi began to think about other things. His eyes flickered, and he patted Yinzhen's shoulder lightly and asked tentatively: "Fourth brother, do you think Nalan Mingzhu can withstand the long journey?"

Otherwise, how could it be said that Nalan Mingzhu was so unlucky to have met Yinzhi?

When he thought about pushing the management of the fiefdom to his subordinates, Yinzhi immediately thought of the former Ming prime minister.

His eyes were bright and he looked at Yinzhen expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer from Yinzhen.

But this is not something that Yinzhen can easily confirm.

He couldn't help but cover his face, "Brother! Don't you think about how old Nalan Mingzhu is!"

Nalan Mingzhu, who was born in the ninth year of Tiancong, is almost sixty-seven years old this year!

Not to mention the long journey to Joseon Prefecture and Fuso Prefecture, he competed with Soetu every day, which made people worry that the two old men might sprain their backs in the next second.

"Oh, he's so old?"

Yinzhi exclaimed, "But the last time I saw him, he seemed to be just over fifty years old."

"That's because she takes good care of herself." Yinzhen said helplessly.

He is in good shape. After retiring from officialdom, apart from competing with his arch-enemy as usual, he goes to the girls' school to teach students. There is nothing for him to worry about. He takes care of everything, such as food, clothing, housing and transportation. He looks like just a fifty-year-old man.

But although she looks young, we cannot ignore the fact that she is almost 67 years old.

"Tsk..." Yinzhi sighed.

He was a little disappointed. It was a pity that he couldn't bring such a useful helper over to use.

"Don't be so nagging," Yinreng suddenly came in from the door and said, "At most, I can let my Thirteenth Brother pick two people from Nalan Mingzhu's students to go to you."

The wise minister has many students all over the world, and this is not an exaggeration.

Nalan Mingzhu has real skills, so his students are naturally not much worse. It just depends on whether their minds are on the right path.

Yinreng sat down naturally and added, "If that's not enough, you can pick some of Soetu's students."

There were men, women, young and old. Ever since Soetu and Nalan Mingzhu both went to the girls' school to teach, their students emerged in large numbers, making the Imperial College jealous.

Later, after the unremitting efforts of the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, the two old men took the trouble to teach a course part-time in the Imperial College. It was truly that all the students in the two highest institutions of learning in the Qing Dynasty were their students.

"Sometimes, I am impressed by their enthusiasm," Yinreng sighed.

Yinzhi thought thoughtfully, "They are so capable, it's not impossible for them to travel a long distance."

To put it bluntly, Yinzhi felt that ten people were no match for either Soetu or Nalan Mingzhu. With either of them taking care of the situation, he could go out and play at will.

You can play however you want, without any worries.

"Emm..."

Yinzhen was silent, and Yinreng was also silent.

They looked at each other, and finally looked at Yinzhi, saying in unison: "Be a decent person!"

Rounding off, he can target two old men who are both in their seventies. Even Khan Ama is not so incompetent.