Seeing Yinzhi's pale face, Yinreng poured half a cup of warm water and handed it to him.
"Why did you come here?"
His carriage was of high standard.
If Yinzhi took the carriage of the Prince's Mansion, he would probably feel even more uncomfortable than he does now.
Yinzhi forced a smile,
"I just haven't been out for too long. I've been lying at home for so long that my bones are rusty. It's good to go out and relax."
Upon hearing this, Yinreng looked at Yinzhi with a half-smile and asked,
"Are you really here to relax?"
Yinzhi was silent, then reached out to lift the curtain and glanced at Dachun who was diligently escorting him beside the carriage.
Yinreng felt somewhat helpless.
Perhaps it was because he was too wary of the people around him before, so in the past few years, the brothers who often interacted with him would subconsciously avoid everyone.
Yinzhi's action of lifting the curtain was obviously for Yinreng to see, and he had no intention of asking on the way.
Because the coachman and the guards were unstable factors, even if the probability of them eavesdropping was extremely low, Yinzhi was afraid that his second brother would be concerned about others and not tell him the truth.
The project at Jiuli Mountain was still in its infancy, and the location Yinreng wanted to develop was the closest to Datang Mountain.
Xiaotangshan has been the royal hot spring since the Ming Dynasty. Datongshan, which is only a few miles away from Xiaotangshan, has also been listed as a restricted area.
However, Kangxi's attention to Datangshan was far less than that to Xiaotangshan.
The hot springs in Datangshan are inferior to those in Xiaotangshan in both quantity and quality.
But Yinreng was planning to take over Datangshan.
Kangxi has not yet found the time to expand the Xiaotangshan Palace. If he waits until he does, the greedy guys in the Imperial Household Department will certainly not let go of Datangshan.
While Kangxi was still not fully reacting, he had to get the land deed of Datangshan from the Imperial Household Department, and then partner with Yinzhen to turn Datangshan into a resort.
It is specially used to receive noble ladies in the capital.
In addition to hot springs, there are also ten miles of peach blossoms, ten miles of roses, ten miles of cherry blossoms, and ten miles of peonies.
The main feature is how beautiful it is.
It’s not that Yinreng doesn’t want to receive those powerful men in the court, but those men have to go to work.
Living with Kangxi meant that you wouldn't go hungry nine times out of three days, but you basically had no chance of taking a vacation.
The Qing Dynasty inherited the Ming system. The Ming Taizu changed the officials' rest system from once every ten days to once a month, and by the time of Kangxi, it became even more abnormal.
Except for the twenty days or so during the Spring Festival when he stopped writing, he personally attended court every day, and officials were required to attend court every day as well, and they were not allowed to be absent without reason.
Even on particularly important festivals, the ministers in the court had to wear patched robes to attend banquets.
Low-level officials also needed to stay on duty in the yamen and had no time to rest.
Only those who are stuck in the middle are eligible for a break.
But including the period when Kangxi stopped writing, the time that officials had for rest in a whole year would not exceed 35 days.
Kangxi can be said to have taken Zhou Baopi's thinking to the extreme.
But there was no way around it. Although Kangxi was a bit of a scoundrel, the closer you were to him, the more benefits you could get.
Working year-round and earning tens of millions a month, those office workers of the future generations will be envious and cry, okay?!
Yinreng took Yinzhi for a walk around the construction site, and it was almost time for dinner.
Seeing that the craftsmen all stopped what they were doing and walked in the same direction, the two of them lost interest in shopping any further.
There is also a place on the construction site where officials from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works can have their own meals.
There is no way to prohibit this.
The class differences are there. If Yinreng dares to issue a ban today, I'm afraid those people will quit tomorrow.
Yinreng had eaten from that small kitchen many times. The taste was not as good as the imperial meals prepared by the palace chefs, but fortunately the ingredients were fresh enough and the taste was not bad.
It was here that Yinzhi waited for the opportunity to question Yinreng.
In a simple shed, two brothers sat facing each other.
After Dachun tested the poison, Yinreng sent the guards to the kitchen to eat.
It is called a kitchen, but in fact it is just two stoves built under the shed to serve as a shelter from wind and rain.
"Second brother, are you really incapable of having children?"
Yinzhi carefully observed Yinreng's expression and asked softly.
Yinreng did not answer him directly, but asked in return,
"You all went to Yuqing Palace in a group this morning. Was it all about this? Did you collude with each other?"
Yinzhi shook his head.
"no."
"That is to say, your sources of information are not the same."
Yinreng's mouth curled up. It's good that it's not true.
"Second brother, you haven't answered my question yet."
Yinzhi knew that this was a rare opportunity. If the guards came around after dinner, he would not have the chance to ask again today.
So he didn't want to waste time on other things.
"The facts are there, can't you see?"
Yinreng shrugged indifferently.
"How is this possible?!"
Although he had already made up his mind, Yinzhi was still a little bit unbelievable when he actually heard the answer.
"Nothing is impossible..."
Yinreng picked up a cucumber with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It was he who came up with the recipe for the dish "Smashed Cucumber".
Yinzhi frowned when he saw Yinreng's heartless look.
"Second brother, you... don't you feel sad at all?"
"Sad? Why should I be sad? Not having children is not a life-threatening thing."
emmm……
It wouldn't cost him his life, but if someone wanted to make a fuss about it, then it wouldn't be his fault...
As if he had not expected Yinreng to say this, Yinzhi widened his eyes in astonishment.
"But you... you have no descendants!"
Hearing this, Yinreng laughed out loud.
"Hahaha……"
"Second brother, what are you laughing at?"
Yinreng shook his head, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.
"Guxiao, you can't see the situation clearly..."
Yinzhi didn't say anything, but Yinreng could tell from his pursed lips that he was angry.
"Chu Ying's great-grandchildren are of the same generation as you and me, and several of them are still alive. Have you ever noticed how they are doing?"
Yinzhi was stunned. He had no impression of Chu Ying's descendants at all.
Yinreng saw his bewildered face and reminded him,
"Huaimin Beizi Du Nuwen..."
When Yinreng reminded him, Yinzhi remembered.
This man was posthumously conferred the title of Beizi last year.
He has been dead for many years.
As for his son, Yinzhi had even less impression of him.
While he was lost in thought, Yinreng spoke again.
"He only has one position under his belt. If he gets it, it can only guarantee prosperity and wealth for the next two generations. If he fails, he might disappear from the list of nobles in the capital after a generation. With the Imperial Clan Court, the Aisin-Gioro family won't starve, but it will be impossible for them to live a better life."
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