starling is not a bird

Yinhu flew away as a lonely soul, regardless of the pain of burning his head and raising ashes, it was considered to be only a mutilated body, and the mercury he swallowed had no chance to attach to the bones, which saved Yongzheng from the notoriety of killing his brother.Farewell, the early autumn evening of the fourth year of Yongzheng.

Confused, the familiar stinging pain hit Yinhu again, Yama of the Ten Palaces, whose hand is he in?Concentrated, but there is a heavy burden in front of the brows, I struggle with all my strength, and try to open my eyes, who is standing in the spring under the Yunchuang?Could it be the ninth younger brother, Yinhu was overjoyed, and just about to say hello, he saw the man rushing up, his face full of suspicion: "What time is it, imperial nephew, you don't know it already? Fortunately, you met me and came out, if you are so lazy to take on your Huang Ama's errand in the future, I'm afraid that the imperial censor's papers will be piled up in Qianqing palace."

You don't need to think of this voice deeply imprinted in your heart, because it has never been forgotten. It is the only admiration in Yinhu's scarred memories: Prince Yuxian Fuquan!Not wanting to explore why he appeared at the end of his life, Yinhu has been running around for too long, and the pain in his heart is choked in his throat but he can't swallow it.

Yinhu forgot to pursue all the unreasonable things, turned over and rubbed herself into the warm embrace she longed for the most.

In the 32nd year of Kangxi, the last year when Prince Yuxian Fuquan was fined for missing the opportunity to pursue Galdan, Emperor Kangxi called him into the palace to discuss the matter of inspecting Gyeonggi in February.When I left the Qianqing Palace, I saw Yinhu, the eighth son of Kangxi, leaning on the front porch, his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Yinhu is usually upright and warm-hearted, and has always been liked by Fuquan. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help teasing him, but he saw Yinhu waking up with a dazed face, and Fuquan was about to tease him again, but Yinhu had already thrown Fuquan at him. With a full heart, Fuquan laughed in his heart: After all, he is a child, are you embarrassed?Meaning, he patted the back of Yinhu's back for fear of fear, and said in his mouth: "My dear nephew, I know how to act like a baby with your imperial uncle. Tell me, how did you offend your emperor Ama? The imperial uncle will intercede with you." Fu Quanxin Suddenly remembered that Yinhu's birthday seemed to be in February, and added: "Seeing that he is about to be a year older, a 12-year-old man is not happy to look like a girl, our Eight Banners will win the world immediately, How can you rest assured that you will defend the land and open the border for my Qing Dynasty?"

When Yinhu asked this question, it was like being shocked by an electric shock, "12 years old?", full of surprise and uncertainty, at a loss, what to do but not what to do, the purpose of entering is his thin but young hands, and then looking at Fuquan's face, where is there? With a hint of oldness, he was still the kind and kind king who regarded himself as his own.

In the Forbidden City in February, the sun is as thick as honey and daubs everything, and it seems that it also covered the cold and bright sun on the eighth day of September in the fourth year of Yongzheng.