When Yinreng thought of that wasteful thing, he sighed in his heart.
In fact, Qianlong was much more talented than Yinzhen, but unfortunately he was too short-sighted and too conceited.
If we had not been frightened by that incident in the West, perhaps the course of history would have taken a small turn.
Even if we cannot stop the tide of history in the end, we can at least delay it for a while or two.
The ending might not be so tragic.
As for Yinzhen, his civil administration was alright, but his martial arts skills...
Yinreng didn't want to comment further.
Just as I was thinking about it, Kangxi came.
Yinreng quickly stood up, walked to the red carpet and knelt down——
"My son welcomes the Emperor!"
All the princes, royal relatives and noble ministers behind him knelt in an orderly manner.
Even outside the hall, there were people leading the kneeling. If someone stood on the steps and looked down, they would find that the scene outside the hall was extremely spectacular.
"Your son (minister, servant) respectfully welcomes the Emperor!"
The shouts gathered together and were deafening.
Yinreng scratched the red carpet and resisted the urge to raise his hand to rub his ears.
Are you all excited?
Why are you making such loud noises?
In fact, only Manchus were qualified to call themselves slaves, while the Han people could only call themselves "humble officials."
Some Han officials were crazy about calling themselves "slaves" and wanted to raise the flag.
Yinreng didn't understand what was so good about this obviously insulting self-proclaimed title.
There are actually people who are following it.
It turns out that if you kneel too much, your integrity will be lost.
"I don't know where this tradition came from, but kneeling everywhere, kneeling everywhere, kneeling over and over again, the bones of our descendants have become weak from kneeling..."
Yinreng really has no energy to complain.
Kangxi paused.
Then he continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
The rule of kneeling is indeed a psychological suggestion.
People who often kneel down will establish a position for themselves deep in their hearts, and feel that their status is lower than that of the people they kneel down to.
This rule must continue until the conflict between the Manchus and the Han people is resolved.
He is an emperor, and he not only has to consider future generations, but also has to consolidate his current rule.
After Kangxi sat down, he slowly uttered two words,
"Get up and kowtow."
Yinreng got up from the ground and heard Kangxi add another sentence,
"Please sit down, everyone. Today is my birthday, a day for universal celebration. There's no need to be so formal."
As soon as Yinreng sat down, he began to complain.
"You're so unrestrained, and you're not happy..."
Kangxi's fists hardened.
Why does this guy always try to sabotage him?
Kangxi suppressed his anger and even forced a smile.
Yinreng picked up the wine glass on the table, and everyone stood up and toasted Kangxi together.
"I wish the Emperor a long and happy life..."
Kangxi smiled with satisfaction, then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
This step was also informed to Yinreng in advance by people from the Ministry of Rites.
Of course, after he entered the court, he had to do this every year, and it had become a conditioned reflex for him.
After this part, the ceremonial music began.
The banquet officially began.
There were dancers in the main hall to liven up the atmosphere, and there were also some in the square.
Yinreng once went out to see it on the pretext of going to the toilet.
It’s just that the dancers in the main hall are beautiful and highly skilled, while those outside are obviously inferior in appearance.
There are 81 dishes in the Wanshou Banquet, and there are not many small plates on each person's table, so there are many eunuchs running around during the meal.
Serve food to the officials.
If Kangxi liked someone, he would give the dish he had taken a bite of to them.
There were actually not so many rules when eating, so the ministers talked with people they were familiar with, and those who were closer to Kangxi would also chat with Kangxi.
As long as you don't chew something while talking to Kangxi, you won't violate any taboos.
Tong Guowei, Suo'etu, Fuquan, Prince Kang Jieshu and others were all communicating with Kangxi.
The dishes on the table became just decorations.
Yinreng was sitting nearby, but he had no interest in listening to their conversation.
According to the experience of the previous life, this was the time when ministers would belittle their own families and praise Kangxi.
Occasionally, some strange people and events would be interspersed, the main purpose of which was to make Kangxi smile.
Not very nutritious.
Yinreng's attention was focused on the dishes.
You can enjoy the show only if you are full.
Fortunately, it is not too cold at this time of year, so many dishes are still edible.
Today's court music is very sophisticated, grand and pleasant to the ears.
Just sitting in such an environment is a pleasure.
It would be better if the old men on the opposite side were more civilized and didn't engage in "drinking table culture".
While Yinreng was still eating, Yinzhi came over.
"Why do I feel that Alinga is always looking at Yinzhen?"
Hearing this, Yinreng was a little surprised.
When did this guy become so sharp?
"Don't feel that way, that's it."
"Um...you found out too?"
Yinreng swallowed what he had in his mouth, drank some fruit wine to relieve his breath, and then sighed.
"This guy is so stupid. He even wants to pick and choose between Yinzhen and Yin'er. He doesn't even consider his own worth. The prince is not a worthless item. Is it his turn to be picky?"
Yinzhi was stunned. He didn't expect this to be the reason.
Then I was a little speechless.
"This... Could it be that the Emperor has gone crazy?"
Yinzhi muttered in a low voice.
Yinreng happened to hear it.
He's not crazy.
He is very smart.
Yinreng made a suggestion.
"Faka can maintain his success no matter how mediocre he is, but Alinga is different. No matter how big his family business is, it can't withstand his self-destructive behavior..."
Yinzhi suddenly realized.
Looking at Alinga again, his eyes were filled with sympathy.
Fools have their own way of using things.
He learned a lesson today.
Ever since he had a falling out with Mingzhu, he had really come across all kinds of stupid people.
In front of the prince, they were extremely respectful and never dared to overstep the line.
However, secretly, they all wanted to turn the prince into clay and let them mold him as they pleased.
It seems that the throne has become a commodity to be sold at a price. Whichever prince comes to the throne will bring them more benefits, so they will consider investing their efforts in him.
No one ever asked about the princes' thoughts, but just blindly pushed the princes onto the path of winning the throne according to their own ideas.
He is.
The same goes for Yinsi, Yinzhen, and Yinlu.
Born in this royal family, no one can live according to his own wishes.
Now Yinzhi finally understood why Yinreng said those words to him when he moved there.
He said—
There has never been any so-called hatred between him and him.
Some are simply conflicts of interest caused by different positions.
He also said that he had no choice, and his life seemed to be set...
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