Qing Chuanzhi's actor is reborn in the emperor's family

"Fifth brother, what's the matter with you—are you feeling unwell? Should you ask the imperial doctor to take a look..."

Yinyou originally planned to talk to Yinqi while he was resting, but seeing that he was on the verge of falling after a few words with Adidas, he quickly rushed over and supported Yinqi worriedly arm, and asked him in a low voice if he felt uncomfortable.

"It's okay... It's just that I was lazy when I woke up in the morning and didn't eat anything. I'm just a little dizzy now." Yin Qi shook his head lightly, rubbed Yin You's head casually, with a little helplessness. He smiled and said: "Don't spread the news about imperial doctors anymore. Your fifth brother has almost made the group of old gentlemen in the imperial hospital stupid these days. Now they have a headache when they see me. They just want to confess me and call me I don't want to make any more trouble."

Yinyou pursed his lips, never refusing such an obvious gesture of intimacy, but just lowered his head and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The Tai Hospital is used to treat people, who will take care of them if they are not sick? If they can't be cured, they will take care of them. If you want me to say that they are all a bunch of quack doctors, you will not be able to recover until now..."

The relationship between doctors and patients has been tense since ancient times.Yinqi secretly sighed in his heart, seeing that it was getting late, he couldn't ask Yinyou to stay here any longer, and missed the class time.Hastily smiled and said a few words of comfort, and then coaxed the little elder brother in front of him to stretch his brows and eyes again, and finally told him to take good care of himself, and finally rushed to the Shang study with the little eunuch .

Finally seeing off the awkward child in front of him, Yin Qi heaved a sigh of relief and was about to stand up, but suddenly stretched out a hand from the side, lightly clenched into a fist with the palm down, apparently to give him something, and looked up along the arm It turned out that it was the fourth elder brother Yinzhen who came over without knowing when.

Yin Qi was startled, and stretched out his hand in doubt, and there was a piece of candy carefully wrapped in oiled paper in his palm.

"Yesterday..." Yinzhen didn't have any experience in talking with his brothers, so he fell silent after only two words, and then said after a moment of pause: "You didn't eat anything this morning... you ate this, Anyway, I can have some strength."

Yin Qi opened the oiled paper, and what was wrapped inside was a piece of amber candy made of milk.The small snacks in the court are always exquisite. Although this amber candy is just a snack for children, it looks crystal clear, soft and cute, as if you can smell the faint milk aroma just by looking at it.

Yinqi looked at the chubby milky white amber candy, and then at Yinzhen who had a serious and calm face. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that it didn't fit, so he couldn't help but chuckled.Unexpectedly, when Yinzhen saw his smile, his face showed some embarrassment again, and he turned his head and said in a low voice: "I'm going to be late, I have to go to the Shang's study first——If you feel uncomfortable, take a good rest." Come on, don't be brave, your body is important."

Yin Qi nodded with a smile, and said warmly, "Thank you."

He didn't call him Fourth Brother, and it wasn't that he was embarrassed to call him Brother to such a child—he was born with a tender face in his previous life, and even in his thirties, he could still look a bit young when he dressed up. It's not uncommon for Xiaoxianrou in his early twenties to be called brother.But now, he just didn't want to call out such a logical title.

Maybe it's because - if according to history, after this person succeeds to the throne in the future, he will seize the name of his own brother and seize the title of the forbidden family, and force his mother and concubine to die in depression. As a result, he was locked in that luxurious but cold palace, not daring to take a step, and finally let himself be seriously ill and die young almost by giving up on himself.Yin Qi was thinking about the scene in the script of his previous life where he was lying alone in the palace waiting to die, watching the thin and withdrawn figure in front of him fading away, and looking at the piece of nougat lying in his palm, he suddenly shook his head, extremely Laughed lightly.

When did I have an extra problem of worrying about the sky?The resolute, fierce and decisive Emperor Yongzheng is just a child who blushes at a piece of candy.As long as he keeps going step by step, the so-called history will never happen, so how can he impose things that never happened on such an innocent child?

He peeled off the greased paper casually, and threw that piece of candy into his mouth, the rich milky fragrance immediately diffused from his mouth, which seemed to lift his spirits.

History can be changed—those long-term futures can be changed, and so can the present life and death.

"Brother, do you feel better?" Seeing that his complexion had recovered, Nalan asked warmly with a smile, and helped him stand up slowly from the chair, "Just now the emperor sent a message to go to Shoukang Gong used lunch and asked Chengde to send Brother Wu back immediately after finishing his studies. If Brother thinks it’s all right, we can go back together.”

"It's just dizziness for a while, it's already out of the way."

Yin Qi replied with a smile, and Ren Nalan led his hand to the outside of the school field.He remembered that in the script of his previous life, Nalan died of illness in late spring, and there were only three months left. If there was any illness, it should be an omen no matter what happened now.But from his point of view, Nalan was obviously in good spirits and quite healthy, and the hand holding him was warmer than his, so it didn't look like he was sick.

Back at Shoukang Palace, Kangxi was chatting with Xiaozhuang.Although Nalan was a bodyguard, he was also a foreign minister after all, so he stopped as soon as he reached the door.Yinqi took off his outer shirt and walked quickly into the door, greeted the two big Buddhas in front of him swiftly, Kangxi smiled and waved: "Little Wuer, come to Huang Ama."

"Hey." Yin Qi replied crisply, and ran over quickly, but when he was about to arrive, he suddenly stopped and jumped back a long way, raising his hand subconsciously to cover his head: "Huang Ama, first You can’t beat your head anymore!”

"Slap your ass next time! Brat, Tianjie is full of heart, I really don't know who is following me!" Kangxi laughed and cursed, seeing Yinqi finally relieved and came over, he raised his hand as if to knock.Yin Qi twisted around and slipped into Xiao Zhuang's arms, accusing him of the misdeeds of this cheap old man with extreme grievances: "Old Ancestor, Huang Ama doesn't mean anything!"

Before Yinqi came in, Kangxi didn't know what he was talking to Xiaozhuang, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely dull.Telling him to mess around like this, both of them couldn't help laughing out loud, they just felt that their mood has improved a lot, Xiao Zhuang was even more happy from ear to ear, hugging the great-grandson in his arms and not letting go, smiling Pretending to be serious, he said: "Don't worry Song Kunluo, if your Huang Ama dares to beat you again, you will come and complain to Ai's family, and Ai's family will support you."

The grandparents and grandchildren laughed and laughed for a while again, until the gloomy atmosphere that had been lingering in the room was disturbed, and Yinqi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.What really shocked him before was not only because he remembered Nalan Rongruo's death in history, but also because he vaguely remembered that Nalan Rongruo's death was right before and after the birth of the thirteenth son of the emperor, Yinxiang. , and the thirteenth elder brother was born not long ago, followed by the death of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang at the age of 75, and the whole country mourned.

75 years old, even in modern times, this can already be regarded as a long life, not to mention that in ancient times, when the average age was only 40 to 20 years old, it can be regarded as a full happy death.But Yinqi is not reconciled—he is not reconciled to watching the old man who loves him so much go through his life like this. Since Aunt Su Ma can reach the age of ninety, why can't Xiaozhuang live another ten years? , [-] years, have been living well?

Such obsession almost made him obsessed.The alienation that has been muddled since his rebirth seems to have been shattered heavily. He must do his best to protect this old man, so he must prove that he has the ability to change the trajectory of history, change the people around him, and have the ability to change everything. better.

Now it seems that Xiaozhuang's complexion is still very good, and his body is also very healthy.Yinqi doesn't know many secrets to keep in good health, and it's nothing more than a light diet, a good mood, more activities on weekdays, and trying not to get seriously ill—at least these few things, he has made up his mind, and he must strictly follow them until we arrive.

After all—this may be all he can do.

Kangxi came here on purpose today, not only to gossip with the Empress Dowager, but also for the almost shocking secrets last night.Xiao Zhuang also knew his purpose in his heart, after joking for a while, he said that he was tired and planned to take a nap, and blasted the father and son into Yin Qi's hut, and deliberately repelled others, leaving only Aunt Su Ma Keep guard at the door, that they may speak with confidence.

"Huang Ama..." As soon as he entered the room, Yinqi's face suddenly became serious, and he grabbed Kangxi's sleeve.He pursed his lips and held back for a long while, until his little face was flushed, then gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Son... son, last night, it seemed that he had that dream again..."

When Kangxi heard the words, his face was also slightly condensed, he leaned over and hugged him to the kang and sat down, he felt a little nervous for no reason, he paused and then said slowly: "What did you dream about?"

"Dreaming about Wenda..." Yinqi pursed his lips, frowned and thought for a while, then continued: "Aanda seems to be seriously ill, lying motionless on the bed , everyone around is crying..."

Kangxi's eyes jumped, and his heart sank a little.Since Yin Qi said that what he dreamed was his own life, of course he also knew that what a six-year-old child experienced was nothing more than the people he could see in this deep palace. He said something about Tsarist Galdan, so although he felt nervous, he was mostly curious and anticipating, never thinking that it would be such a big deal.But I didn't want this kid to open his mouth and tell him that Cheng De was going to die of illness.

He admired Nalan Chengde not only because of that person's world-renowned talent, but also because of his gentle and pure temperament.When Cheng De was young, he often went to the palace to discuss poetry with him. Naturally, he knew very well that although this man was Ming Zhu's son, his temperament was completely different from that of his power-obsessed Lao Tzu, so he put Cheng De on his own. By his side, on the one hand, he can gossip and relax with him, and on the other hand, he is so kind that he has a somewhat naive temperament. If he doesn't keep him by his side to watch for himself, I'm afraid that sooner or later this person will be trampled down by those who push him up. The slaves ran on and bullied to no avail.

Obviously that person is still talking and doing things well in front of him, and he taught these little elder brothers how to ride and shoot this morning, and it seems that there is no illness or discomfort—why is he dying of illness?

After all, this kind of thing is too suspenseful, and he is actually somewhat uncertain in his heart-should he believe it or not?