The fourth master thought that it would be better for the child to take a nap first since he had been tired all day, so he made no sound.

After all, business matters at this time.

After explaining the affairs of their respective families, nine elder brothers, one, four, five, seven, eight, nine, ten, 12 and fourteen, went to the Yangxin Hall together.

As soon as the elder brother entered, there were nine kneeling mats on the ground, lined up in a row.

The brothers didn't know what was going on when they saw it.

The eldest brother thought to himself, is there a ceremony to be held to choose the prince this time?

He didn't understand, but he still chose the best position and knelt down.

The ninety-two people who came here looked at each other and suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

Lao Jiu held his stomach and said, "Oh, I have a stomachache. I'm sorry, please wait for me to go to the bathroom." He said it in a loud voice, and it was for his brothers to listen.

But which brother can understand this? Those who have not experienced that storm cannot understand the pain at all.

So only Lao Shi and Brother Jiu went together.

Lao Shi said: "That's not right, brother, I feel like I will be punished by kneeling again this time."

"No, it's New Year's Eve, and Emperor Ama wants to save face the most. How could he punish us like this? It doesn't make sense."

"I advise you to make your knees thicker to be on guard. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst."

"How to do it."

"These are not trousers that have to be changed. Pick something thicker and wear it outside."

"Okay, that's it."

The two of them went through two spare men's cotton pants in the clean room. Lao Jiu thought about it and asked Lao Ten to wear another cotton vest: "It's very cold when you kneel quietly, so wear more clothes."

The two brothers are very busy!

When I came back, all seven brothers were kneeling.

Jiu Shi also found his position and knelt down.

It's very quiet, and there's no fuss at all. I've been liberated for once, and I don't feel panicked.

After kneeling for a while, Lao Jiu asked: "Brothers and brothers, what is going on?"

No one answered.

Old Shi turned his head and saw Twelve next to him. He asked in a low voice: "Twelve, what's going on?"

Twelve thought for a while: "Huang Ama said that he wanted to test our brothers' meditation skills."

Lao Shi said oh and fell silent.

He glanced at Ninth Brother proudly: You're right, it's just about holding back urine.

Lao Jiu shook his head with a serious face. It seemed like he was choosing a prince. I couldn't believe that Huang Ama could make a joke about it and choose the prince without peeing.

Is this nonsense?

This is a rhythm that wants to be infamy for eternity.

Old Ten was already prepared. He would first focus on kneeling on this foot, then move to that foot, then lean back to sit on the heels of his legs, then lean forward and relax his hind legs. In short, he didn't move much, and there were quite a lot of tricks.

The emperor's brothers are all pampered. No matter how capable your mind is, it has nothing to do with your body.

My knees hurt when I kneel for a long time.

But right now, many people don't feel any pain, and their hearts are filled with heat.

Sometimes I see nine or ten old men kneeling like they are burning incense, holding their hands in front of their faces, as if they are about to kowtow, and they all look down upon them with royal contempt.

Half an hour passed.

I heard footsteps outside.

A few brothers are still thinking, does this count as passing the first level?

Everyone has passed this, and no one has failed, so what does it mean? If you have the ability, kneel for an hour, and kneel down at least two unqualified ones.

Two rows of people came in with neat steps.

Guards with swords.

Blue collar.

Third grade.

Not high, but definitely not low either.

This is just for show.

Emperor Kangxi used his thugs to fight.

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Chapter completed!