Aixinjueluo Yinli opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed where Kangxi lived in the 47th year of his reign. The eunuch whispered outside the window: "Master Seventeen... I'm afraid he's going to die this time."
Memories of the original owner flooded in - Zhen Huan, Huanbi, Ye Lanyi... His mind was filled with romantic and sinful debts.
He held his forehead and sneered: Now that I'm here, I won't act anymore.
Half a year later, I went to the study.
Kangxi pointed at the map of Western Xinjiang and frowned: "The Junggar tribe is ready to make a move, everyone——"
Before he finished speaking, the seventeenth elder brother stood up and said, "My son, please order me to train troops in the northwest."
The whole house was in an uproar. This dandy, who has just recovered from his illness, might not even be able to ride a horse steadily, right?
Three months later.
In the smoke of the prairie, the new type of "serial crossbow" fired like a heavy rain, and the Junggar cavalry was defeated.
When the good news arrived in Beijing, Kangxi's hands trembled: "Is this... Really my Seventeen who can only recite poetry and paint?"
And Yinli stood on the blood-stained sand dunes, wiping the blood from his cheeks and looking towards the direction of the Forbidden City.
Great, the first stepping stone is here.
As for the women who will be "infatuated with him for the rest of their lives" in the future?
He weighed the blood-stained sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curved in a cold arc.
This game of chess has just begun.
The author has something to say: I have been a bookworm for ten years. Due to the recent literary shortage, I have written about the subject matter I want to read for the first time. It is self-produced and self-sold. If there are any unreasonable aspects in the novel, you are welcome to point it out. You can discuss it in the comment area, pen refill ❤.
Purpose: Love is not as good as career