Mr. Kangxi is a lustful man, a master of the stud level. There are at least three or five thousand pinks in the harem. They are all young and beautiful. Not many can make a bloody journey from so many beauties to become concubines, and even fewer can have children. So far, they are only in their early twenties. Among the many beauties in the palace, Uyashi is at most a middle-aged man and has a noble background. He is just a maid of the deputy queen Tong Jia. But now he is famous for his concubine, and he dies prematurely. Now he has three sons and three daughters, and he is the most favored of all the concubines. Uyashi can reach this point, not by his beauty, but by his mind.

Yinzuo respected this mother very much. He understood in his heart that the matter in the harem was extremely complicated. Uya could not explain things too clearly, nor could he say it in person. The only thing he could do was to pass the message through Wen Xian's mouth. Since Uya had passed the message, it meant that danger was approaching. Since this era came, he had been smooth sailing. Even if there were occasional setbacks, it was not a serious matter. Relying on his cleverness and the favor of the old man, he could be considered domineering and rampant. He defeated the eldest prince in front and this time he slapped the prince's face. He was really too popular. Well, there was too much money in his hands. It was impossible for all of this to not attract the attention of those who were interested.

Now it doesn't matter who will deal with me and how to deal with me. What matters is what I should do. Yinzuo knew in his heart: this time, the old man attacked him and the prince each with fifty slaps, but in fact he still prefers the prince more. This matter was originally taken up by the prince, and he just had to fight. Besides, he didn't do too much. At least now everyone is still very intimate in terms of face, but just like that, he was still punished. It can be seen that the prince's weight is still more important in the old man's heart than himself.

The word Qian means too much. What exactly does Uya want to tell himself? Is "Qianhui" hiding himself and not doing anything to the limelight? No, judging from his current situation, it is too late to think about "the crowd of people" again. The hat of "child prodigy" on his head is too dazzling, and it will not change everyone's views for a while. He is destined to be the first to be beaten. Or "hidden"? Is it to let himself leave the palace less and hide in the palace if he has nothing to do? But if he has to take care of that stall business, I am afraid that this is not possible. Is it to call himself "escaping"? That is, I am even more impossible. Although the world is big, where can I escape? Besides, I have not fallen into the dilemma of running away. Then the only possibility is to call himself "snuck", that is, to build a team by himself. It turns out that my mother is talking about "Long Qian Yuyuan"?

Since this dynasty came, I have never planned to compete for the position and have never considered the team. There is only Liu Mingchuan, the only one of the tutors under the tutors. Liu Shuangcheng and Haida have followed him for five years, but they have not considered taking part in the tutors, let alone taking other people. It is really a headache to form a team now. In recent years, the second child has taken a lot of slaves, but most of them are money-making goods, and few of them can be on the table. The eighth child’s group is even more interesting. Everyone wants it, as long as it is

An official, even the ninth-ranked person, is included in the disciples, and it seems that he plans to win more; the third, fifth, and seventh are now in a fit of anger, and there are many guests under the sect, but they are all maids who play word games, and it is useless at all; the fourth, this guy is smart, and now he has only taken Nian Xialing. Zhao Mingyi's two disciples, Nian Gengyao, the eldest son of this old man, is a future stake. He has seen him several times, and he is very proud. At a young age, he has two martial arts.

Others don’t know, but they know very well: Mr. Kangxi can live for thirty years and it’s still long, but this team is not too urgent. He would rather lack than be extravagant. He should learn from the fourth brother. However, it’s better to prepare in advance. The servants under his sect are more mature than finding someone to sway flags and shout, but where should we start? The court officials? It’s inappropriate. The old man is sharp-eyed. Now he is tampered with the court officials. The old man will definitely be suspicious and have no place to be beaten. Local officials? We don’t know many, and the group of dirty officials are not even attracted by them.

Headache! It was a headache. Yinzuo was silenced around the house with his head on his head, but he didn't come up with a good idea, but he also understood in his heart that no matter whether he was fighting for a high position or not, even if he wanted to protect himself, he had to have his own direct troops. Otherwise, he could only bear it by himself whenever he had to do something. However, how to build this team is a troublesome thing. It can't make the old man suspicious, and he has to find useful talents. It's not that easy.

Hey, there is, why did we forget this? Yinzuo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered Lu Ding Book Garden. It's funny to say that Yinzuo paid for such a book garden. Except for the day when he opened the mountain gate, he never went there again. It has been two years. I still don't know whether the 200,000 taels of silver he spent every year is worth it. The current official Yinzuo doesn't want to use it, so the direct descendants he trained should always kiss him. If he chooses some potential Thousand-mile horses from the college students to train them, he will be more at ease with him.

This idea is good, it's time to reply to my mother. Yinzuo raised his head and just shouted, "Wen..." and stopped. The sky was already dark, and there was still Wen Xian's shadow in front of him. However, Yihong heard the sound and hurried over and whispered: "Master, the Nine Princess has left long ago. Before leaving, he told me not to disturb my master, slave..."

Hey, why did this girl Yihong only say half of her words? What's the point of making a hesitant? Yinzuo said with a stern face: "What else is there?"

After thumping, Yihong fell to the ground in fear and said in a trembling voice: "Master, the Fourteenth Master took away his master's guqin before leaving. The servant dared not stop him. Please punish him."

Er, Yinzuo was stunned: Damn! You fourteen, you are so fucking with cassettes. You really have all the five poisons. This is not a great general. It’s just a bandit, it’s really too dark.
Chapter completed!