Soon, Kangxi's sedan chair arrived.

Kangxi got off the sedan chair, walked from inside the Qianqing Gate to the foot of the Qianqing Gate, and sat on the dragon throne.

Then, Liang Jiugong's rhythmic voice sounded,

"Go to the court~"

Ceremonial officer: "Kneel!"

All officials knelt down.

Court official: "Knock!"

All officials kowtowed three times.

The ceremonial officer: "Xing!"

All the officials stood up.

Yinreng was no exception.

He didn't shout a word the whole time.

As for words like "Your humble servant pays homage to the Emperor, long live the Emperor", they are all nonsense from film and television dramas.

Kangxi spoke Manchu when conducting government affairs.

Even if you are a Han minister, if you fail the Manchu language level 4 or 6, you won't even have the chance to meet Emperor Kangxi.

Next, the nine ministers and six departments lined up and went to the eaves of the door one by one to meet Kangxi - kneeling.

If there is something, report it; if there is nothing, go down to the other side of the stairs.

This process requires complete silence, and all officials are on edge. If anyone dares to be absent, the ceremonial officials will record it in the book and investigate after the court session.

Even though Yinreng was used to it in his previous life, he still thought this rule was really perverted.

They simply don't treat people as human beings.

However, this was also a manifestation of the unprecedented concentration of imperial power.

Throughout history, no matter which dynasty, the imperial power and the power of the prime minister have always increased and decreased.

By the time of the Qing Dynasty, with the backing of thousands of years of history, the emperors of the Qing Dynasty avoided all possible risks, and the imperial power was strengthened unprecedentedly.

This has led to the current situation.

In his previous life, Yinreng had some intentions to improve the treatment of officials, but in this life, he just wants to be a happy salted fish.

'Respect the fate of others and let go of the desire to help others, what comes next?

...Oh, that's not right. Let go of personal qualities, enjoy a life without morals, refuse to waste your energy, and go crazy when something happens. Instead of hurting yourself, it's better to make things difficult for others. As long as I have no morals, morality can't hold me back...'

Yinreng stood aside and started to slack off.

According to his experience in his previous life, he did not have the right to participate in politics at this moment and could only listen.

Kangxi would occasionally ask for his opinion after the morning court session.

But since he dared to slack off, he dared to fool Kangxi.

Anyway, he didn't intend to be emperor, and his dullness was not much more convincing than his natural intelligence.

Kangxi was listening to Nalan Mingzhu's subordinates reporting on the progress of the renovation of Wenhua Hall when Yinreng's long speech suddenly came into his ears.

The veins on Kangxi's forehead twitched.

This bastard even dares to be distracted while attending court!

Kangxi glanced at Yinreng and found that he was standing there meticulously, pretending to be serious.

If he hadn't been able to hear his inner thoughts, how could he have imagined that the prince, who appeared serious on the surface, could be so unorthodox in his heart.

Put aside personal qualities and enjoy a life without morals...

Listen, listen, is this something a normal person can say?

Although he didn't say it out loud, just thinking about it in his mind wouldn't work!

Yinreng suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing over his body, and he shivered with cold.

"Alas... the wind is getting colder. Autumn is here, can winter be far behind?"

Kangxi was multitasking. When he heard Yinreng's inner feelings, he also felt a little melancholy about the fleeting time.

But his melancholy didn't last for a few breaths before he heard again -

"It's so cold now, how are we going to get through the winter? It would be better if I couldn't get married. It would be much better to stay in the Shangshu room and study in the cold winter than to freeze here like a grandson."

Kangxi: “…”

He shouldn't have expected anything from this kid!

As an emperor, he worked diligently and conscientiously in government affairs and did not dare to slack off for the slightest. However, the prince whom he personally raised did not want to leave the country in order to avoid the cold!

Does he still want to inherit the throne in the future? !

This thought suddenly popped up in Kangxi's mind, and then the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated by more than half.

It seems that from what I heard these days, all this kid thinks about is eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, sleeping, and how to avoid trouble and evade responsibility. It seems that he has never had any thoughts like "I hope to become the emperor in the future".

The only time it was related to the prince was in the Shangshufang. How did he describe it? It seemed that he "wakes up earlier than the chickens and sleeps later than the dogs."

Doesn't he really want to be emperor? !

Such an absurd thought flashed through Kangxi's mind, and then he was speechless. How could anyone not want to be emperor?

Thinking of this, Kangxi glanced at Yinreng again, but the latter still looked serious, but his inner voice changed to, "I'm so hungry... beef dumplings, mutton dumplings, soup dumplings..."

Kangxi: “…”

In just the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, he has been speechless twice.

Kangxi calmed himself down and decided to teach Yinreng a lesson he would never forget after the court session to punish him for not paying attention during the morning court session.

So in the following time, Kangxi no longer paid attention to Yinreng's thoughts, but listened attentively to the reports from various ministers, and then discussed with the cabinet scholars how to solve the problem.

Not long after, it was the Ministry of Rites' turn.

Before the head of the Ministry of Rites could speak, Kangxi spoke first.

"The Crown Prince has reached the age of marriage. The Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Household Department have jointly drafted a set of regulations and submitted them to you."

After hearing the first sentence, Yinreng was already wailing in his heart.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it’s all over…”

The only thing left in Kangxi's mind was Yinreng's screams. Although it was a bit noisy, Kangxi was in an unexpectedly good mood.

All the officials from the Ministry of Rites agreed, and Soetu also bowed and said yes with a smile that showed his teeth.

Then two assistant ministers from the Ministry of Rites went up and down the stairs on the other side with a group of officials under them.

The Han Chinese Minister of Rites Sha Cheng was a first-rank official and was qualified to stand under the eaves of the gate.

In those days, there were two Shangshu in each of the six ministries, one Manchu and one Han, and the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet was asked to be in charge of one of the ministries to prevent the two Shangshu from fighting due to political differences.

When Yinreng first learned about this system, his eyes almost popped out.

When he watched TV dramas before, he thought there was only one Shangshu. It was only in this era that he learned that there could be two.

Unlike Yinreng who felt as if the sky was falling, Kangxi was in a pretty good mood for the next half hour or so.

He didn't know why, but he was quite happy to hear that his son, whom he had loved for so many years, was going crazy.

Soon all the nine ministers and six ministries finished their reports. Kangxi called Yinreng and walked towards the Palace of Heavenly Purity.

As soon as the two men left, another ceremonial officer waved his whip and cracked it three times, announcing the end of the morning court.

Kangxi brought Yinreng to the east hall and had the meal served.

Although Yinreng was extremely hungry, he did not dare to pick up the food himself.

But the complaints in my heart never stopped for a moment.

"To do all this fancy stuff before meals every day, how scared must you be to die..."