Chapter 604 Four Kingdoms Flying Chess 5
Sure enough, when Lezi gets ruthless, he doesn't even spare himself.
Fusu raised his eyes and met Yinzhi's gaze, but Yinzhi remained indifferent, looking at Yinzhen as if he knew nothing.
[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]
Yinzhen clenched his fists, feeling a lump in his throat, unwilling to answer. But the countdown was like a death knell, urging him to reply.
"Fourth Brother."
Yinzhi called out to him, seemingly unconcerned by the conflicted expressions on the faces of Suo'etu and Mingzhu, even if they hadn't heard the name before. But who else could be associated with the Imperial Laundry Department besides Yinzhi?
Suo'etu and Mingzhu understood, and Yinzhi naturally understood as well.
"A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi tree, it doesn't matter."
[3, 2...]
"Yin... Si..." At the last second, Yinzhen, with a dark face, uttered the answer.
[Correct answer!]
Colorful fireworks exploded before his eyes, and three gift boxes appeared, but Yinzhen felt no surprise whatsoever.
Beneath the chessboard, in front of the Qianqing Palace, all was quiet.
Thirteen and Fourteen clenched their fists, their faces flushed with anger. From Yinzhi to Yinquan, everyone was gritting their teeth and suppressing their rage.
Emperor Kangxi, seated at the head of the table, felt inexplicably guilty and embarrassed. He hadn't said anything like that! Could it be Kang the Pockmarked? No way!
Just as Yinzhi said, this might be a story from another world. But Kangxi would never admit that the emperor in that story was him; impossible, absolutely impossible!
[One more toss!]
[3 points]
With a dark expression, Yinzhen reached the sixth square. The reward he received was another round of throwing. From the moment he received the reward until the end of the throw, he took three steps forward without saying a word, and he was also somewhat afraid to meet Yinsi's gaze.
To be honest, he thought he had gotten over his rebirth. But now, with this question and answer, he realized it was still a hurdle in his heart, and he couldn't help but waver and panic. Could it be that someone as sensitive and intelligent as Yinzhi really not have guessed anything?
This time it was the Emperor's question and answer, but what if next time it's his turn, about how he treated Yinzhi in his past life...? What should he do then?
[Ding-dong!]
Before Yinzhen could continue thinking, the prompt from fate sounded again, and no one expected that he would trigger the challenge twice in a row.
[Qing Dynasty, Aisin Gioro Yinzhen triggers a battle; defeat your opponent to receive rewards!]
Yinzhen did not relax at all just because it was not a question-and-answer session. After watching Zhao Kuo's "armchair strategist" battle, including these two question-and-answer sessions, he gradually figured out the playful nature of this game.
So he wondered, would the battle he triggered be a normal battle?
The scenery before him suddenly changed, and Yinzhen found himself in a dark and oppressive prison cell.
The moment he looked ahead, Yinzhen's pupils contracted sharply.
A figure huddled on a tattered straw mat, his dark clothes stained with blood and grime, the iron chains around his wrists digging deep into his flesh, dark red scabs and rust congealed into clumps.
His head hung low, a few strands of gray hair clinging to his sweat-drenched forehead, trembling violently with each cough. His once dark eyebrows and eyes were now shrouded in shadow, only the contours of his jaw remained stubbornly sharp, yet in the candlelight they appeared sickly gray.
"..." Yinzhen choked up and couldn't speak. That was Yinsi's face, the Yinsi he had imprisoned in the Imperial Clan Court in his previous life, "with iron chains on his body and his hands and feet restrained."
Defeat your opponent!
Everyone could see that this was a very simple duel. The disparity between the two sides was too great. Yinzhen could win simply by raising his hand and picking up the long sword on the table.
But it was clear to everyone that this was an extremely difficult match.
Everyone's gaze couldn't help but shift between the disheveled figure and Yinzhi. One was struggling on the brink of death, the other was youthful and spirited, yet they shared the same face.
No one spoke. Then, the chains clanged. "Yin Si," who had been hanging his head, looked up and gave Yin Zhen, who was standing through the bars, a mocking smile: "So you're finally going to kill me? Yin Zhen... Yongzheng... or Fourth Brother?"
Yinzhen's expression was tense, and he looked even colder. At this moment, his mind was buzzing and completely blank. He didn't know what to say or do, and no matter how many times the notification sound urged him, he remained unresponsive.
How could that be?
Yinzhen felt a chill run through his body. Although he often found it annoying that his fourth brother was competing with him for his eighth brother's affections, everyone knew that his fourth brother and eighth brother were the closest. How could things have changed like this in another world?
Yes, everyone has seen it from several challenges. The so-called challenges are differences between worlds and individuals, but there have never been such great differences before.
"There are no fathers and sons in the royal family, no brothers in the royal family, how could that not be true?"
Yinreng looked gloomy. They had a second chance at life and had come to terms with things, which was why they got along well. But when you can't let go, isn't this the kind of tragic ending that happens?
Who is to blame? Their ambition to be extraordinary, the allure of the throne, or the cruel twist of fate?
Kangxi opened his mouth, but for some reason, he suddenly recalled the strange things his sons had shown over the years, and a strange panic made him afraid to ask. It was as if once he asked, there would be no turning back.
No one knew the complex emotions in Kangxi's heart. At this moment, all eyes were on Yinzhen. What would he do?
Yinzhen closed his eyes, took heavy steps to the table, drew his sharp longsword, and with a flash of silver light, the chains on the prison door were broken, and Yinzhen slowly walked in.
Under the unwavering gaze of "Yin Si," Yin Zhen raised his sword...
"!" No one expected that Yinzhen would raise his sword to cut the iron chains binding him.
"you……"
“This scene…” Yinzhen ignored Yinsi’s questioning gaze, as if he were looking at him directly, or perhaps looking through him at others, “My opponent… has always been my own inner demons…”
As everything before him gradually faded away, Yinzhen saw Yinsi still in the grid and gave a faint smile: "Allow me to make this one wild guess. If I'm wrong..."
That would be wrong. The Qing Dynasty doesn't need him, but he won't lay a hand on Yinzhi, nor on any of them.
Challenge successful!
This time, Yinzhen finally got to appreciate the beauty of colorful fireworks.
[Life-Saving Card *1]
Yinzhen looked at the silver card in his palm. Knowing that he could be exempted from one elimination, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, picked it up and waved it at Yinsi. Yinsi also returned an approving smile without hesitation.
"Tsk, this family has such complicated relationships—"
Fusu made a blunt remark, just as the Qin Dynasty rolled a 1.
Because Zhao Kuo distrusted his own luck, he looked at Fusu, so Fusu took a step forward without hesitation.
[Ding! Qin Fusu has triggered a temporary rescue. Successful rescue will earn you a reward!]
New types of challenges?
Everyone looked over in surprise, and the scene in front of Fusu changed.
The north wind whipped up sand and gravel, lashing against the military tent. Outside the tent came the mournful neighing of warhorses. Fusu knelt before the poplar wood table, the black iron sword at his waist gleaming coldly in the moonlight, as if it had already drunk blood before it was even drawn.
"If a father commands his son to die, how can he possibly plead for his life?"
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