Yinreng has lived for three lifetimes. In this life, he just wants to get along well with his brothers, be a carefree prince, live a life without worries about food and clothing, and explore the be...
Looking at the rest of the princes, they seemed to be trying their best to keep their eyes open. If they were not afraid of losing decorum in front of the emperor, these damn guys would probably have fallen asleep on the spot.
What surprised him was that Yinzhen was able to stand and seemed to be the most sober among the princes.
This kid is the most mischievous one on weekdays.
How come you are so patient today?
Kangxi observed carefully for a moment and found that this boy's mind was not on Xu Yuanwen at all, but on... the ground?
Kangxi followed his gaze and saw nothing.
Kangxi frowned, feeling quite curious.
But at the moment, Xu Yuanwen was reading a birthday letter, and he had no way of pulling this kid over to ask him.
As time passed, the sun in the sky grew bigger and bigger. In such an environment, Yinreng became more and more drowsy.
Pinching yourself from time to time will only last for the duration of an incense stick.
Yinreng felt that his thigh was definitely bruised.
Just when Yinreng was about to lose patience, Xu Yuanwen's long speech finally ended.
While Yinreng breathed a sigh of relief, he was also muttering in his heart,
"Looking at it this way, the Qing Dynasty had quite a few vassal states. What a pity! They were all unrepentant and servile when China was strong, but stepped on it when it was weak, eager to carve up all the territory. Their faces were truly unsightly."
When Kangxi heard this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
No wonder Yinreng never spoke attentively to those vassal states, and could even take a nap nonchalantly on such an important occasion.
"Speaking of which, the Japanese and Koreans have also come to celebrate the old man's birthday. Should I remind him of the shameless faces of these two nations?"
"One is vicious and the other is despicable. Some even deny the legitimacy of the history of the Yuan and Qing dynasties. For this reason alone, that tiny island nation should be dealt with!"
Yinreng raised his hand and touched his nose, and finally decided to give up.
"Never mind. The old man should know what's going on. It's unnecessary. He might even add more money to my account. Why are you so aggressive? The Qing Dynasty has so many talented people, and they don't need me any more."
War means loss of life. The Qing navy is only of average strength now. If a naval battle really breaks out, it might end up losing more than it gains.
Not worth it.
If we want to train the navy, we won’t see results in a short period of time.
He doesn't have time to take care of so many things. At most, he will remind the boss when he has the chance and let the boss be the first to take action.
As military exploits accumulate, won’t fame and followers follow?
For him, it is a win-win deal, a sure win.
Yinreng pondered.
When Kangxi heard Yinreng say that some people in the island country denied the legitimacy of the Qing Dynasty, his eyes widened with anger.
After he inherited the throne, he erected a monument for Zhu Yuanzhang and vigorously promoted Confucianism. Was he doing all this for the blind to see?
Island country!
Good, good, good!
These bastards!
Let’s talk about it when I have time.
Before Kangxi could come back to his senses, the ceremonial officer presided over the next step.
Mongolian tribes and envoys from various countries came to Kangxi to present gifts.
Now, all the princes were no longer sleepy.
They all stared at the newcomer with wide eyes.
The first to come up was an envoy from Mongolia in the northern desert. He was fat and had a full beard. He first paid great respects to Kangxi before presenting the gift list.
There is a special person to read out the gift list.
Yinreng listened carefully and found that the Mongolian tribes were still the same. The tributes they offered were only some livestock and furs, not even a Saker Falcon.
"These are all worthless things, and when they leave, they even take away a reward. The old man is really generous. Such a small amount of things can be exchanged for so much money from the Qing Dynasty."
Yinreng secretly criticized it.
Kangxi: “…”
Is that because he is generous?
That is a superficial effort that has to be done in order to demonstrate the majesty of a great power.
He is the Celestial Empire, he can't be so stingy and not give anything in return, otherwise he will get a bad reputation among the people.
What Kangxi hated to hear most was that the Qing Dynasty was inferior to the Ming Dynasty.
Soon, the next envoy appeared. Yinreng looked over and saw that his clothes were obviously Korean.
"Hey, I've confirmed it. This greasy thing must be a stick."
The Korean country sent some Korean ginseng, yellow brushes, paper and other items.
Yinreng was speechless after hearing this.
Except for Korean ginseng which is worth a little money, the others are worthless.
Glancing at Kangxi's face, which showed no emotion, Yinreng was amazed.
"Oh, these are just junk, things that are sold everywhere in the capital, and you have the nerve to offer them as tribute. You won't try to get a reward before you leave, will you?"
"Tsk tsk tsk... They're treating the Qing dynasty like a resentful species. It's rare for an old man to be so calm."
Kangxi's forehead twitched a few times. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the word "resentful species", based on his understanding of Yinreng, these two words definitely did not have a good meaning.
Kangxi secretly recorded the stick in his little black notebook.
Fortunately, the tributes offered by the subsequent vassal states were relatively normal, and Kangxi's ears were spared some harm.
Southeast Asia is rich in spices, which were extremely precious and rare in that era.
Things that are not worth much in their local area are worth more than gold when transported to the capital.
The nobles in the capital city were very fond of those things.
Not long after, a young man with a bun on his head that was close to his scalp and a small mustache under his nose came up.
This person came up and bowed deeply first, speaking Chinese, but his voice was a bit awkward. Yinreng rolled his eyes and looked away.
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