Kangxi originally wanted to take Yinreng with him to worship at the Taimiao, but the imperial physician Hu said that Yinreng was too weak to move back and forth. Helplessly, the old man had to take the ministers and clan members to worship by himself.

So, when Yinreng woke up, he didn't see Kangxi sitting beside him. He was about to frown when He Yuzhu came forward and explained, "Master, the Emperor has gone to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to pay homage today. He probably won't be back until noon."

So that's how it is. I actually forgot about this.

Yinreng yawned and sat up, "Let's wash up and change clothes."

After a few days of taking medicine, he can now speak, but his voice is a little hoarse and not as clear as before.

He Yuzhu quickly called the palace servants to help Yinreng wash and change his clothes, and he went to order the imperial kitchen to prepare meals.

Just when everything was ready, Yinzhen walked in holding a small wooden sword.

He rolled his eyes around first, and when he didn't see Kangxi, he ran to Yinreng's side. Seeing that he was drinking white porridge, he frowned.

"My brother is sick, why is he only drinking this?"

He Yuzhu quickly explained, "Doctor Hu meant that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince needs to recuperate slowly after recovering from a serious illness and shouldn't eat too much greasy food all at once."

Yinzhi looked at Yinreng with pity on his face. Perhaps his eyes were too sincere and passionate, and Yinreng couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to. He could only say in a hoarse voice: "Baoqing, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to eat too?"

Yinzhen sat down on the edge of the bed unhappily and said like a little adult: "I am your brother, you should call me big brother."

Yinreng lowered his head and drank his porridge without paying any attention.

snort.

In his previous life, Baoqing had done many things to trick him in order to seize the throne.

In other words, those brothers had all betrayed him to some extent in their efforts to seize the throne.

The reason why he died tragically in Xian'an Palace was closely related to those brothers.

It was God's mercy that he was reborn, but he would never be fooled by those people again.

As for big brother or something, huh, forget it.

Whoever wants to call can call.

Yinzhi waited for a long time but there was no response from Yinreng, and his temper suddenly flared up.

"I am the eldest son of the Emperor. You are right to call me Big Brother. Even Third Brother calls me that. Why don't you?"

Yinreng glanced at him lightly, "Is Third Brother the Crown Prince?"

The implication is that the third brother is an ordinary prince, so he can naturally be considered a brother to the eldest brother.

But Yinreng was the crown prince, and he could be regarded as a brother or as a subject to the ordinary princes.

But Yinzhen was only six years old at the time, and he certainly couldn't understand the twists and turns.

So I replied seriously: "No."

Yinreng choked, looked up at Yinzhi with mixed emotions, and saw that the other's bright eyes were full of doubts, but without any calculation or sarcasm, so he sighed helplessly.

He Yuzhu, who was waiting on the side, lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly, for fear that he would burst out laughing if he relaxed a little.

Yinzhi was very surprised when he saw Yinreng looked at him but didn't say anything and continued drinking porridge.

"You haven't told me why you don't call me big brother."

Yinreng felt helpless because of the other party's stupidity.

"Big Brother"

The sudden sound surprised everyone serving in the hall. He Yuzhu failed to control his expression and looked at his master in shock.

He had been serving his master for so many years, and he knew that his master looked down on the eldest prince. He always felt that the eldest prince was raised outside the palace since birth, and came back to occupy the status of the eldest son. He would throw a tantrum whenever the eldest prince was mentioned.

He had just thought about how he would side with the two young masters if they started fighting, but what was the situation now?

Is your master okay?

The man whose master didn't even take the Emperor seriously actually gave in to the eldest prince.

Yinzhen did not expect that the word "big brother" came so suddenly. He was stunned on the spot and couldn't recover for a long time.

It was not until Yinreng finished a bowl of white porridge that Yinzhi came back to his senses and grinned.

"Baocheng, Baocheng, we are brothers from now on."

Yinreng: Were they father and son before?

"Baocheng, this is for you. When you recover, come and take lessons with Master Wu."

Yinzhi handed the small wooden sword he had been holding in his hand to Yinreng.

Yinreng raised his eyebrows and took a look. The small wooden sword was only slightly longer than his arm. It was polished very smoothly and there was a little tiger carved on the hilt.

Li Zhong, who was following behind Yinzhen, explained, "This wooden sword was carved by the eldest prince himself the day he heard that the Crown Prince was ill. He said that the Crown Prince was ill because he was too weak, and that if he practiced martial arts well in the future, he would not get sick again."

Yinreng's hand holding the wooden sword paused, as if something hit somewhere in his heart, and he felt that the wooden sword in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

He took a few breaths before saying, "Okay, I'll go to the martial arts class with you when I'm well again."

While the two brothers were talking, Kangxi walked in excitedly in his dragon robe, his voice reaching him before he even showed up.

"Baocheng, the Emperor is back."

The two brothers looked up and saw Kangxi walking in happily. They were surprised to see Yinzhen was also there.

"Baoqing is here too, is he here to see Baocheng?"

Yinzhen smiled and nodded, "My son is here to see Baocheng."

Kangxi touched Yinzhen's head, then hugged Baocheng in his arms, his voice full of love, "Baocheng, do you miss your father?"

Baocheng subconsciously looked at Baoqing behind Kangxi. The child's eyes were full of desire and loss. Seeing this, Yinreng actually had a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I miss my father." Yinreng hugged Kangxi's neck.

[Alas, my eldest brother is also a poor little guy. He clearly wants to be hugged by the emperor, but unfortunately he dares not say it and can only cry in grievance.]

Kangxi was stunned at first, then he turned around and saw little Baoqing standing there with his head down. His aggrieved look was very distressing.

Kangxi simply took Yinzhen's hand and walked out of the palace, "The plum blossoms outside are in full bloom. Would you like me to take you there to appreciate them?"

Yinzhen, who was feeling lost just now, first looked at his hand held by Kangxi, and then looked at Yinreng who was held high. Seeing him smiling at him, he smiled too.

"good."