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

As the Fourth Prince's most beloved younger brother, the Thirteenth Prince was on guard against Yinsi.

After knowing that Khan Ama ordered his fourth brother to teach my big brother calligraphy, he followed his fourth brother closely, staring at my big brother with his bright eyes from time to time, fearing that my big brother would do something weird.

Yinsi didn't care at all when he was stared at like that.

Just stare at him. What can a little kid who is less than a year old do?

Apart from making some noise to divert Fourth Brother's attention, there was nothing else he could do.

Even the words are still unclear.

The Eighth Prince uses his taunting skill on the Thirteenth Prince.

Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were extremely clear, and the Thirteenth Prince was so angry that he pouted. Damn it! You just bully others because they are younger than you!

The Thirteenth Prince clenched his fists and said, "Just wait. He will grow taller sooner or later. By then, no one will be able to snatch the Fourth Brother from him."

The crown prince, the second brother, the eighth brother, the ninth brother, all of them, stay away from the fourth brother, the fourth brother is his!

Yinzhen didn't know about the eye contact between Yinsi and Xiao Shisan. He was looking for some suitable calligraphy for Yinsi.

Although we know that Yinsi is an old ghost who has lived a new life, this guy's handwriting has remained ugly for decades, so it is really appropriate to let him practice calligraphy.

However, in Yinzhen's opinion, he felt that even if Yinsi practiced calligraphy for a few more decades in his life, he would not be able to write well.

If I could write well, I would have done it long ago.

Yinzhen was choosing calligraphy and complaining at the same time.

When he handed the calligraphy to Yinsi, he said, "Eighth brother, it is normal that your handwriting is not good since you have just started school. As long as you calm down and practice more, you will definitely make progress."

"These are some of my fourth brother's calligraphy. Take them home and copy them. If you practice ten or twenty times a day, you will be able to write good calligraphy with time."

Yinzhen looked at Yinsi indifferently. The most he could do was to give him his copybook and then watch him practice calligraphy.

As for practicing with him stroke by stroke personally like in his previous life, that was impossible.

Yinsi held the stack of calligraphy in both hands, his eyes wavering slightly as he looked at the extremely familiar strokes on them.

He smiled gratefully, and spoke in a low voice: "Thank you, Fourth Brother. I will practice hard."

Although it seems that no matter how much I practice, I can't get the look right.

Yinsi was still very self-aware.

He didn't mention anything about asking his fourth brother to teach him like he taught his ninth brother, because he knew his fourth brother well enough to know that there was no need to mention it. Once his fourth brother saw his handwriting, he would be so angry that he would take the initiative to teach him step by step.

After all - that was how it was in my last life.

*

It's already July.

The atmosphere in the palace has not been very good recently, because the Empress Dowager has suffered from a series of illnesses, and there are rumors that she does not have much time left.

However, as soon as such rumors arose, they were directly suppressed by the Imperial Concubine. She made an example of someone to scare the monkeys, and the rumors were quickly extinguished and could not spread widely.

Emperor Kangxi was extremely satisfied with this. His Empress Dowager had only suffered from a bad summer and had been ill for a few times, but some people dared to spread the rumor that the Grand Empress Dowager was about to die. If he also fell ill one day, would there also be rumors that he would not live long?

Emperor Kangxi, who was already worried about the illness of the Empress Dowager, was about to beat to death all the palace people involved. If the Imperial Noble Concubine had not stopped him by saying that she wanted to pray for the Empress Dowager, a new group of eunuchs and palace maids would have been replaced in the palace long ago.

This kind of depressing atmosphere also made the reborn princes feel extremely uncomfortable.

Because they knew clearly that the Empress Dowager would not survive this year.

Recalling the discomfort and pain Khan Ama felt after the death of Wuku's mother in the previous life, the older brothers who had vivid memories fell silent.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince rarely skips classes.

Although he went to the Cining Palace to accompany Wuku's mother every time he skipped classes, he was ultimately going against Khan Ama and making him angry.

Now, thinking about how Khan Ama in his previous life refused to eat or drink for several days after Wuku’s mother died, he no longer had the energy to make trouble.

Why ... ...

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince felt a little uncomfortable, but what could he do?

He is not a god and cannot save Wuku's mother.

Perhaps the only thing we can do is to spend more time with Wuku’s mother, so that she can happily complete the last journey of her life.

As the Crown Prince thought about it, he made a decision.

So the next day, the Empress Dowager welcomed a group of great-grandchildren who were lively and full of energy.

Yes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince skipped school with all his brothers.

Because today is not a day off for the study room at all.

Looking at the great-grandchildren standing in rows in front of her, each with their own charm, the Empress Dowager, who had just finished drinking her medicine, fell into deep thought.

Is she hallucinating?

"Su Moer, am I seeing things? The prince and the others are all here?"

The Empress Dowager covered her head, looked at Su Malagu beside her in disbelief, pointed at Yinreng and others and asked.

Su Malagu also found it a little hard to believe, but this scene was indeed real and not an illusion.

So in response to her princess' question, she nodded with certainty and said, "You are not mistaken. It is indeed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and all the princes who are here."

After getting Su Malagu's answer, the Empress Dowager was even more upset. She rubbed her temples and felt a little headache.

With so many princes gathered together, even Concubine Yi's little eleven was there, it was really hard for her not to think that she had reached her last breath, so she gathered all her great-grandsons to see her for the last time.

"Come here, Baocheng, come over to Mother Wuku." The Empress Dowager waved to the Crown Prince, her closest great-grandson, and she wanted to know who had asked them to come.

Could it be that Xuanye has been acting particularly out of character lately?

The Empress Dowager was thinking about it, and when Yinreng took a big step forward, she asked directly without beating around the bush: "Don't you have classes in the study today? Why did you bring all the brothers to the Cining Palace?"

"Lian ... ... " She glanced at the thirteenth great-grandson who was held in the arms of the fourth great-grandson, and the eleventh great-grandson who was held by the nanny beside the ninth great-grandson, and continued to speak with some reluctance to look directly at them, "Lian brought little eleven and little thirteen here, what are you doing here?"

It was really unsettling. The Empress Dowager felt cold sweats all over her body. It was so difficult to see these great-grandchildren together at ordinary times. It was really horrifying to see them all gathered together in the Cining Palace unexpectedly.

At least the old lady was shocked.

Yinreng could see what his mother Wuku was thinking, so he immediately spoke up and said seriously: "Mother Wuku, we are here to cause you trouble."

“... ...Ah???” The Empress Dowager was dumbfounded.

She never expected Yinreng to give such an answer.

To cause trouble for her...

The Empress Dowager fell into deep thought. Could it be that the Crown Prince was really suffering from hysteria?