"Alas, I just don't know who will reap the benefits after I die. I hope it will be the fourth brother, as he is the only one who can do something practical for the people."
Hearing this, Kangxi's hands trembled and he almost threw the bowl of porridge away.
The fourth one?
It’s the fourth one?
The image of Yinzhen’s not-so-good-looking face appeared in Kangxi’s mind.
How could it be him?
Kangxi frowned deeply.
So the Yongzheng in Yinreng's heart, the only emperor in history who was exhausted to death, was actually Yinzhen?
Just when Kangxi was at a loss, Yinreng's voice sounded again -
"The only downside is that his son lived too long. If Hongli had lived twenty years less, perhaps the corruption within the Qing Dynasty would have been less..."
Thinking of this, Yinreng became dispirited again.
"What good would it do to be less corrupt? We'll be invaded by foreigners anyway. The Qing's biggest problem has nothing to do with who succeeds the throne. It's the Manchus' policy of seclusion in order to rule over the vast Han population. If they were less short-sighted, the Manchus' descendants wouldn't be so reviled and condemned."
When Yinreng was full, he lay down to show that he didn't want to eat anymore.
Kangxi mechanically placed the empty bowl on the tray and said softly,
"Father has asked people to take all the memorials outside for review. If Baocheng needs anything, just call Father."
Yinreng nodded.
"knew."
Kangxi came to the outer room to wait. Liang Jiugong served him hot tea. He picked up the teacup and stared blankly out the window.
So, in his previous life, after his death, did Yinreng live on for several hundred years in some other form? Otherwise, how could he know the subsequent course of history so clearly...
But why was he not sure about Yinzhen's succession to the throne?
What went wrong in the process?
Countless thoughts raced through Kangxi's mind.
He couldn't say that he liked Yinzhen very much. After all, he was his blood. Except for Yinreng, his attitude towards his other sons was just acceptable.
Unexpectedly, he would choose Yinzhen as his successor in the end.
When Kangxi first heard that he had been in power for 61 years, he was quite proud of it, which showed that he had a good way of maintaining health.
After hearing Yinreng's thoughts today, he realized that it was not actually a good thing for an emperor to be in power for a long time.
Yinreng had heard countless times in his heart that the conflicts between the Manchus and the Han people were the culprit for the future invasion of the Qing Dynasty, but he had no idea where to start to change the situation of the Han people.
At this moment, he finally understood what the Council of Ministers meant to him.
It's shackles.
If he dared to raise the status of the Han people, those old men in the Eight Banners who relied on their seniority would definitely jump out to oppose it.
The Qing Dynasty had been embroiled in war for years and had no time to rest and recuperate. Even if he wanted to do something, he was powerless due to the unstable political situation in the country.
Kangxi took a deep breath. The pressure on his body piled up like mountains, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Sometimes he would feel that he was worrying too much. After all, there were still two hundred years to go. As long as he could change the internal management mechanism of the Eight Banners little by little during his reign, improve the situation of the Han people, and hand over the throne to Yinreng before his death, the future of the Qing Dynasty would definitely not be as troubled as Yinreng had said in his heart.
But the reality now is that he has no idea where to start.
Whether they were princes and nobles in the Eight Banners or common people, they all felt that they were superior to the Han people in terms of blood and simply disdained to deal with the Han people.
The capital city is divided into the inner city and the outer city. Han people are not allowed to live in the inner city unless they are from a certain family, such as the Tong family...
By the way, the Tong family!
Kangxi slapped his forehead.
How could he forget the Tong family?
The Tong family is of Han descent. If he wanted to elevate the status of the Han people, he should set an example by having more sons with Han blood, and then ask Yinreng to treat them more favorably.
As the saying goes, "leaders set an example, followers will definitely follow suit." There will definitely be people who imitate his preferences. With more children of Han descent, bringing up the issue of bloodline will arouse public outrage. Over time, it should have some subtle effect.
In addition, he can also cultivate a few Han confidants from humble backgrounds and spend a fortune to buy horse bones, so that the people can always see his attitude as an emperor towards the Han people.
While Kangxi was racking his brains to list out the countermeasures to break the deadlock, Yinreng was biting his fingers in boredom.
His buttocks were filled with blood and the slightest movement caused him to ache unbearably, so he didn't even dare to move. The water he drank last night seemed to have turned into sweat and was lost, and he still didn't feel the urge to urinate.
In fact, he didn't drink much water.
So he was called He Zhuer.
"Master."
At this time, He Zhuer had been replaced by another person, who had been serving Yinreng for some time.
As for the previous one, Yinreng asked Liang Jiugong to find him a job in the Imperial Household Department, which was easy and not dangerous.
Out of habit, the new eunuch Yinreng gave him this name.
The main point is to make things difficult for others without putting yourself in a difficult position.
"Get me some Nine-Link Luban Lock or something like that. I'm bored."
He Zhuer bowed in response and hurried out.
He didn't go to get it himself, but had to ask Liang Jiugong for permission.
Liang Jiugong's action awakened Kangxi from his deep thoughts. After hearing that it was Yinreng who wanted the toy, he smiled helplessly and dotingly.
"Go get him some, get him some more."
Liang Jiugong agreed with a smile, and then sent someone to the small warehouse to look for what Yinreng wanted.
He himself would not go.
It’s so cold outside, it’s about to snow again.
Not long after, two young eunuchs came in carrying a wooden box. Seeing this, Liang Jiugong hurried to lead the way for them.
When Yinreng saw Liang Jiugong, he directly ordered several people to scatter things on the ground. He could only lie down, and he couldn't even get the toys placed on the table.
"that……"
Yinreng pointed at the Kongming lock not far from him. He Zhuer took it and handed it to him, so he started to play with it.
Kangxi listened for a while with his ears perked up, and when he saw that the noise was not loud, he lowered his head and looked carefully at the memorial in his hand.
Kangxi was indeed better than most emperors in terms of diligence.
After lying in the Qianqing Palace for three days, Yinreng was able to get up normally, but he could not lie down or sit.
Yinreng wanted to go back to Yuqing Palace to continue lying down, but Kangxi would not let him.
He had no choice but to stay in the Qianqing Palace for a few more days.
We also celebrated Laba Festival by the way.
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