"Get up!"

Kangxi waved his hand and did not continue to embarrass Liang Jiugong. How could a person like him not know what Liang Jiugong was worried about?

"Slave thank you for the grace of Lord Banzai!"

Liang Jiugong was busy thanking him and stood up from the ground.

"I'm clever at this time!"

Kangxi glanced at Liang Jiugong with disgust.

Liang Jiugong accompanied the smiling face, and did not explain, but just stood beside him obediently, and did not speak.

Kangxi sat for a while, quickly wrote a will, stamped it with a seal, looked at Liang Jiugong, and said, "Send it out quickly, without delay!" ”

"Yes!"

This will is the will of making the tenth elder brother a messenger.

As for the candidate for the Qin mission in the shadows, Kangxi did not directly name anyone, but seemed to put this matter down.

……

The crown prince, who left the palace, had been waiting for Kangxi's second will, however, no.

At the same time, he asked his group of brothers to keep an eye on anyone who left Beijing during this period. As a result, there was still nothing.

"Could it be that Huang Ama has changed his mind?"

There has been no result in this matter, which makes the prince feel unsure.

Although Kangxi had a good attitude towards him before, he didn't know if this kind of goodness was temporary, or if it would always be like this.

In contrast, Kangxi's other sons didn't know that such a major thing had happened, and they were still living a very comfortable and leisurely life.

The New Year is approaching, and everyone is very peaceful.

The capital is also shrouded in a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

And in this city-full celebration, the Babel Mansion is a different scene. The eighth elder brother who was injured in the face by the gunpowder, the wound has not healed yet, but the situation that may be disfigured cannot be concealed from the eighth elder brother.

Thinking that he might be disfigured, the eighth elder brother's mood can be imagined.

Disfigured, he no longer has the slightest possibility of competing for the crown prince. As for the high emperor's position, it is completely out of touch with him.

After so long and so long, I was about to taste the fruits of victory, but the result was in vain.

"Get out!"

When a imperial doctor entered the room, he was greeted by the roar of the eighth elder brother and the tea cup thrown at him.

That is, the doctor was lucky, but he was smashed in the chest by the tea cup, not in the face.

"Lord Belle, your anger hurts your body, and it is not conducive to the healing of wounds. If you get angry and your wound is scarred, then it's too late! ”

The imperial doctor looked at the angry Eighth Elder Brother and spoke indifferently.

These days, there are a lot of doctors who come to the Eighth Brother Mansion for diagnosis and treatment, but everyone doesn't want to come a second time, after all, no one will want to experience the treatment of being smashed when they come.

"Get out—"

For this kind of obviously nonsense words, the eighth elder brother has long been tired of hearing it.

"Lord Belle!"

The voice of the Eight Blessings sounded from behind the Imperial Doctor.

And seeing the arrival of the Eight Blessings, the Eighth Elder Brother turned his head. He can yell at anyone, but he won't yell at the Beatitudes.

"Lord Belle!"

Bafujin shouted again, crossed the imperial doctor, walked to the front of the eighth elder brother, and gently held the eighth elder brother's hand, "Master, you can't worry about leaving a scar, so you will avoid medical treatment." ”

"No matter what you become, you have never changed in the heart of your concubine."

"Lord Belle, if you don't let the imperial doctor treat you like this, the concubine will be a concubine—"

"Long live the arrival of the lord!"

At this moment, Liang Jiugong's sharp shout interrupted the words that Bafujin was about to speak.