In fact, as early as the Yuan Dynasty, sleds were the most important means of transportation for the Jurchens in winter, especially sleds pulled by dogs.

The Han people call it "dog cart", while the Manchus call it "Fala".

Nowadays, nobles in Kyoto do not use sleds for winter travel, but children will run onto the ice and play, and they will use a miniature version of the sled.

However, what is different from before entering the customs is that people, not livestock, are pulling the sleds.

The slaves at the bottom have no human rights...

During this period, Kangxi stayed in his tent all day reviewing memorials and was so busy that he slept less than three hours a day. Even when he heard that Yinreng was working on modifying the carriage, he did not take it to heart.

As a result, when the wind and snow stopped and they were about to continue their journey, Kangxi took a liking to the warm sled that Yinreng had modified.

In fact, when Yinreng made the changes, he took Kangxi's share into account.

After all, if the old man is not reformed, he will definitely scold him for being greedy for pleasure, and may even scold him for being unfilial.

Yinreng would never do such a stupid thing.

Kangxi's warm sled was one body length wider than Yinreng's own, and the furs used in it were all obtained from the private warehouse of Junggar.

Although those nobles fled, they only took away a small portion of their property, and most of it was left in the royal capital.

In addition to property, there were also large tracts of land belonging to the Junggar tribe.

So after this war, the Qing Dynasty still made a profit.

Except for Kangxi's warm sled, the remaining sleds were given by Yinreng to his two injured brothers - Yinzhi and Yinqi.

As for the remaining three resentful brothers, Yinreng said that he had no time to do it anymore.

Yinzhen, Yinyou and Yinsi expressed their understanding, but for the next few days, the three of them stayed in Yinreng's warm sled and refused to leave.

Four grown men squeezed into a carriage and successfully occupied all of Yinreng's sleeping space.

A few brats were enjoying his share while gossiping and pointing fingers at him. Yinreng could only cry without tears.

If Yinzhen's brothers were clearly retaliating, then Kangxi was repaying kindness with enmity.

Kangxi sent a large box of memorials that he had not had time to review to Yinreng.

God knows how stunned Yinreng was when he saw that box of memorials.

But there was one good thing, that was that those brats finally stopped staying in his warm sled and went to bully the eldest and the fifth brother instead.

But Yinreng still couldn't sleep. Compared to this, he felt worse than when his younger brothers were around. At least they could still chat.

The old man really knows how to find things for him to do!

Yinreng cursed in his heart while reviewing the memorial.

After a busy day, when it became dark in the car and he could no longer see the memorials, Yinreng noticed that the atmosphere was a little off.

In the past, we should have set up camp at this time, but today the team is still moving forward.

He was about to ask what was going on when someone called out from outside the carriage.

"Your Highness!"

Yinreng was very familiar with this man's voice. He was Dongguoer Changshun, a first-class guard beside Kangxi.

Yinreng opened the curtain and looked at Changshun who was riding on the horse.

"What is it?"

"The Emperor has issued an oral order to return to the capital at full speed. The camping time will be postponed for one hour."

Yinreng frowned when he heard this.

"What happened?"

In such bad weather, it is a torture for horses to travel. If Kangxi follows his approach, it will probably not take long before many horses are killed.

Changshun seemed to know that he would ask this question. As soon as Yinreng finished speaking, he answered directly,

"News came from the capital: the Eleventh Prince has passed away..."

Eleventh Death? !

Upon hearing this, Yinreng's head buzzed.

Then a memory came to mind.

Yes...

In his previous life, Eleven died in July of the thirty-fifth year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi.

That was July last year.

The difference from this life is that in his previous life, the old man was still in Kyoto in July. Because of Yinzhen’s acute illness, he even killed several imperial doctors.

What about this life?

Did Yinzhen also die in July?

Why did the message arrive only now?

"Eleven, when will he..."

Yinreng's voice was indescribably difficult.

He really forgot about it.

Completely forgotten.

Yinzhen had not been in good health since he was a child. When he was studying in the Shangshufang, he had to take leave every now and then to recuperate, so Yinreng completely ignored him.

Just like he always habitually ignored the younger brothers born to Wang.

"The nineteenth day of the first lunar month."

Yinreng clenched his fists and lowered the curtain.

"I know..."

Changshun rode his horse towards the team, and soon he arrived beside Yinzhi's carriage.

After conveying Kangxi's orders to the princes one by one, Changshun returned to Kangxi's carriage.

Kangxi called him into the carriage and carefully asked several princes about their reactions.

When Kangxi heard that Yinreng seemed a little dazed, his eyelids drooped.

Are you in a trance?

In order to return to Kyoto as soon as possible, Kangxi assigned 3,000 elite troops to escort him and the princes back to Beijing.

The rest of the army returned to Beijing according to the original marching method.

Even so, when Kangxi and his companions returned to Kyoto, it was already the ninth day of March.

Last year we set out on March 12th.

In just three days, it will be a full year since I went out to fight.

As soon as he returned to Beijing, Kangxi took his sons to take a look at Yinzhen's coffin.

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