Brothers, the same father and mother, with the same blood flowing in their bodies. In this sense, a brother is closer than a son. Especially for Lord He, He Lin is not only his brother, but also his son.

Since he was three years old, He Lin's birth caused his mother to die in childbirth, and when he was ten years old, his only father also left him, and he was only the seven-year-old He Lin with innocent eyes and a voice of 'brother'.

For so many years, he has been a father, a mother, and a brother, and finally pulled his brother up. Now with heavy troops, he is like a prince, and the adults feel that they are worthy of their dead father.

As for He Lin, he also made up for the hereditary title of third-class lieutenant because he was a few years old.

Two brothers, one is the sky, the other is holding the sun, the other is in charge of the government, the other is in charge of the military, one is a general and one is a prime minister, one is a writer and one is a martial artist, isn't it already very good? !

There are too many imperfections in the world, and adults are mortal after all.

Born in the red dust, how to jump out of the five elements?

Misfortune is not an entity, it is simply due to the lack of goodness.

And adults are unlucky. It seems that things have come full circle and come back to square one.

We were all in such a hurry that we forgot the way out.

Under the neon flashing street lamps, I forgot the way I came.

However, isn't it all like this?!

Start and end there.

Does misfortune at the beginning necessarily mean an unfortunate end?!

I have been reincarnated with adults for forty years.

This year, he lost his son in middle age, and then his brother. It's as if he's back to being that 'no, he's not my mother' bitter kid.

What is all this for?!

Is it for the sake of a legend?

Fate gave him unmatched favor when he needed help the most, and abandoned him without hesitation when he was at his most brilliant.

What about playing?!

Or is it a joke?!

He is very powerful, but in the face of fate, he is so helpless, like a flat boat, no matter how hard he tries, he can only go with the flow.

He couldn't stop his youngest son from leaving him, and he couldn't imagine that one of his brothers so good would die so mysteriously.

In the first year of Jiaqing (1796), the commander of the general, Fukangan, died of illness in the army when he suppressed the uprisings of the Miao people in Guizhou and Hunan. He Lin was ordered by the emperor to temporarily act as a military officer. He Lin did not disappoint his brother, he became more and more courageous the more he fought, and quickly captured Shi Sanbao, the leader of the rebel army. Qianlong therefore crowned him as the crown prince.

However, only another three months passed. Three months later, during the siege of Pinglong, he was eroded by miasma and died.

He was only 44 years old.

"Death?! Impossible, I know with Lynn's body, he can't be sick! Impossible! I don't believe it, but there must be some unknown person who is playing tricks on me, tell me, who is it? I'll kill him! ”

"Master, this is an urgent report from the barracks, Master Lin has gone, it's true!" Liu Quan took the emergency report and cried while talking.

"What is true, what is false, everything is fake. And Lynn can't be sick, impossible! You're lying to me, you're all lying to me! ”

"Master......" Ji Wen pulled him off the side.

"Don't touch me! Get out, get out of here, get out of ......."

Ji Wen, Liu Quan, and Hu Shitu quietly withdrew from the study. After a while, a heart-rending cry came from the study.

"Oh my God, I'll wipe your eighth-generation ancestors......"

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?! What exactly did Shen and I do? You're going to punish me like this......."

"Although I have done many sins in my life, I have not killed a single person; Although I was spicy, I never thought of putting anyone to death. Why, why are you so ruthless and take my relatives away from me one by one......."

"Since you doomed me to old age and have nothing to rely on, why did you let me achieve what I am today? I knew this was the case, why didn't you let me be an ordinary lieutenant of light cars, and I would do nothing in my life. Take my brother's life, and I'll trade everything I have for you......."

"Oh my God, you're talking about something! Do you play like that?! Hold me high, and let go without hesitation. Are you happy to fall to my death?! Did you find it interesting?! You son of a bitch......"

"You make me so miserable, why did you let me come into this world? Do you just want to see how I endure the bliss of this world and taste the bitterness of that world?! You perverted old glass, I'll fuck your eighth-generation ancestors......."

……

Oh, yes!

Why did God make peace?

Destruction and manipulation?!

Remembrance or revenge?!

History can't give us the answer, we can only attribute it to fate.

Destiny: Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs!

I don't know how long it was, but there was a soft knock on the door outside.

"Master, the emperor, the emperor summoned you and wants you to enter the palace now!" It's the voice of Hushtu.

"Hushtu, come in." And adults struggle to make a sound in their choked throats. Although the voice was small, the attentive Hushtu still heard it. He gently pushed the door open and walked in.

"Master, the minion serves you to change into court clothes?"

He didn't speak, just nodded. Hushtu changed his clothes for him, moistened the towel, gently wiped his face, took a comb again, and combed his messy hair.

"Master, the car is ready, let's go out!" Hushtu lowered his head and whispered.

He was expressionless and walked out of the room blankly. Along the way, he was in a trance with adults, and his eyes were full of He Lin's voice and smile, and the little boy who wanted to wear a new robe seemed to be staring at him with a pair of innocent eyes: "Brother, you can wear this dress, I'm too big to wear......"

And adults shed tears.

I don't know how long later, Hushtu helped him get out of the car, and made an exception and was allowed to help him into the Forbidden City. They were led by the guards towards the Heart Cultivation Hall.

"I'm here with my lord!" Wang Lian saw Lord He from a distance and hurriedly greeted him.

"Good luck to the princess! My lord was too sad and in a trance, and he was taken care of by the prince of Lao! "Hushtu was originally a eunuch, and he had some friendship with Wang Lian, so he hurriedly entrusted Lord He to him.

"You can also go in with me, so that you can take care of it." You haven't seen the Emperor for some years, I'm afraid that the Emperor will miss you! Wang Lian's voice was also a little sad, and he led Hushtu to help him and the adults into the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"The Emperor, the Emperor, and the Lord are here." Wang Lian reported loudly.

"Sit without courtesy!" Lord Qianlong commanded before he could say hello to the adults. Jiaqing stood aside and hurriedly walked down the hall and personally supported him.

"Aiqing's brother has passed away, I am very sad in my heart, and the taste of losing my relatives is really the clearest. It's just that the Qing Dynasty still needs you, you have to take care of your body! Lord Qianlong comforted with concern.

"Minions understand!" Seeing Lord Qianlong, he and the adults finally came back to their senses, and cried while talking.

"I have already drawn up a decree, Feng Helin is a first-class meritorious, and the name is loyal and strong, and the hereditary replacement."

"He Lin knows underground, and he can also look at it! The slave family thanked the emperor and the emperor for his great kindness. ”

"And my lord, don't be so sad. In the future, I still need you to help deal with national affairs, and we can't do without you in the Qing Dynasty! Jiaqing said comfortingly.

Removing the military power is your time of death!

"Thank you for your concern!" At that time, I really didn't think about it that much.

Seeing such harmony between Lord He and Jiaqing, Lord Qianlong nodded with satisfaction.

I am very relieved.

"Hushtu, hurry up and escort your master back to his house!" Looking at the haggard appearance of the adult, he couldn't bear it.

"Yes!" Hushitu saw that Lord Qianlong still remembered himself, and he was very excited, and while crying, he helped the Lord and left the Heart Cultivation Palace.

After returning home, he locked himself in the study and wrote fifteen "mourning poems" in a row to mourn He Lin. Ji Wen was afraid that she would have some accidents with adults, so she kept walking around for a few days, looking at the preface of the poem he wrote, she was also very sad.

"Words can't be spoken, tears fall with the pen, talk about songs." Ji Wen read quietly.

Outside the study, the autumn rain was urgent. (To be continued.) )