It is said that Kangxi was a very troublesome person. In the past, when he was busy with all kinds of affairs, no one thought it was a big deal. But now that he has some free time, the disadvantages have become apparent, and Yinzuo, who is closest to him, is the first to suffer.

"What the hell? Build a mausoleum for me, or build it next to your mausoleum? Father, do you want to take a look at what you are saying? Have you ever seen a prince's mausoleum built next to the emperor's mausoleum?"

Yinzuo rejected Kangxi's sudden and creative idea outright. Not to mention whether the prince's mausoleum could be built in the emperor's mausoleum, Yinzuo did not want to be buried there a hundred years later. After all, the historical Kangxi was still soaking in the water until he traveled through time.

Kangxi simply turned a blind eye to Yinzuo's obvious resistance. As the saying goes, what can a child understand? Such important matters still require the final decision of the parents.

Kangxi was not only capable of making things happen, but also incredibly capable. Having decided to keep his son by his side even after his death, he immediately summoned officials from the Imperial Observatory. They carefully examined a map of the area surrounding his mausoleum, carefully selecting a location with excellent feng shui for his beloved son.

"Yinzuo, come and take a look at this place. I think it's quite good. I will have someone build a through passage between the two mausoleums. If you miss your father, you can come and see me directly..."

Well, you're really thinking long-term. Seeing that he was doomed to be underwater for the next hundreds or even thousands of years, Yinzuo suddenly felt a subtle sense of crisis. He felt that although his swimming skills looked good, considering the actual situation, it seemed that he needed more practice.

Yinzuo originally thought that since Kangxi made such an outrageous request, the censors in the court would have to argue with him, but the facts proved that he still underestimated the deterrent power accumulated by his father over the past few decades. In a word, this matter was ultimately a family affair of his Aisin Gioro family, and those censors obviously did not want to get involved.

Unable to rely on the censors, Yinzuo turned his attention to the clan affairs office. After all, didn't they always talk about the ancestral family rules? Could they just ignore Kangxi's willful behavior?

Facts have proved that Yinzuo was still too young, and no one really cared about him. To put it bluntly, the people in the Ministry of Clan Affairs followed Kangxi's lead. They didn't have the courage to hinder Kangxi from doing what he wanted to do.

The court had no objection, and the clan didn't care at all. This matter was now a done deal. Yinzuo knew that it was too late to say anything at this point. The only thing he could do now was to call the people from the Ministry of Works over and give them many instructions. In a nutshell, nothing else mattered, but we had to work hard on this drainage system.

Yinzuo didn't want his home to become a swimming pool a hundred years later, so he paid great attention to the construction of the mausoleum. Although his father was not honest, Yinzuo was a good son. While saving himself, he also wanted to save his father.

"Father, your mausoleum has been under construction for decades. Even with proper maintenance, some of the facilities inside are showing signs of aging. Didn't you say you wanted to build a passage between your son's mausoleum and yours? We're moving anyway, so why not take this opportunity to renovate the inside? I heard there was a pond there before your mausoleum was built. There might even be a water system underneath? If the drainage system isn't good, then a hundred years from now, you and your mothers will be soaking in the water..."

As soon as Yinzuo said this, Kangxi's face became so good that he even wanted to grab this unlucky son and give him a beating. You unlucky child, can't you hope for your father to be good... Yinzuo looked at his father's still hesitant expression and silently added fuel to the fire.

"Father, why don't we not repair this passage? Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll get in trouble in the future. If the water flows to my side through the passage, I'll be soaked in water like you..."

If you don't want to repair it, then this is fine. Just based on what you said, the passage must be repaired. And not only the passage must be repaired, but our mausoleum must also be renovated. Otherwise, if your mausoleum is flooded in the future, you can blame me.

The ancients believed in treating death as life. Yinzuo did not believe in these ghost and god stories in the past, but facts proved that he was too shallow. He himself could travel through hundreds of years to come to the Qing Dynasty. It is hard to say that his mausoleum would not be his eternal home a hundred years later. Since it is a home, it must be built with care.

Wow, Kangxi finally found something for Yinzuo to do. In order to prevent himself and his father from swimming freely at home every day after a hundred years, Yinzuo took great pains. Not only did he look through a lot of information, he even went to the Ministry of Works every day to gather a group of water conservancy experts for research and discussion. After a long period of research and modification, they finally found a feasible plan.

Yinzuo was the head of the Ministry of Works. Although he usually didn't care about things here, even if the officials of the Ministry of Works had a hundred guts, they would never dare to fool around with Yinzuo. Now that the drawings and plans were already available, the Imperial Observatory had calculated a suitable day, and the construction of the mausoleum was officially started.

Yinzuo has always been a man who trusts his subordinates and does not employ them unless he has doubts about them. As a layman, he naturally would not think of giving orders to professionals. What's more, there were people sent by Kangxi himself to keep an eye on Zunhua, so he felt very relieved.

"Xiao Liu, after a hundred years of us brothers, I'm afraid that only you and Lao Si will be able to stay by Khan Ama's side and fulfill our filial duties. No, Third Brother wants to ask, what kind of magic potion did you give Khan Ama that has such a strong aftereffect?"

Upon hearing this, Yinzuo lowered the tea saucer in his hand, took the handkerchief handed to him by Dexi, wiped the cake crumbs on his hands, and then looked up at Yinzhi who was sitting not far from him. In fact, he really wanted to tell his third brother not to envy him, because his magic potion had a strong effect. If history goes as it should, then among all the brothers, he would be the only one who could stay by his father's side and fulfill his filial duties a hundred years later.

"Hey, Third Brother, you've fallen into the jealous jar again. I'm not saying anything to you, but we're not young anymore. If the younger generations see you doing this, they'll definitely laugh at you. Besides, do you think it's good to be with Ama Khan? Haven't you heard the saying that living with a king is like living with a tiger? You don't know what I've been through these years. It's like walking on thin ice..."

Haha, are you still treading on thin ice? Forgive my poor eyesight, I really didn't see it at all. Just look at your arrogance in front of the old man. Don't you feel guilty about saying that serving the king is like serving a tiger?