Kangxi, who was assigning tasks to several ministers, couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.
Then his face was full of black lines.
What kind of person is this?
He can really think of it!
but……
Kangxi glanced at Mingzhu, who was looking serious, and muttered to himself that this description was quite apt.
Mingzhu's hair stood on end when she saw him like that. In just a few breaths, she reviewed everything she had done recently. Before she could figure out why Kangxi looked at her like that, Kangxi had already turned his gaze away and continued to talk about the allocation of food and fodder.
After arranging everything, Kangxi drove everyone out.
Prince Yu was the last one to walk out of the gate, but Kangxi stopped him again.
"Second brother."
Prince Yu paused, turned his head, and saw Kangxi looking at him, then turned back to the imperial desk.
"The Emperor calls for his subjects?"
Kangxi nodded and asked,
"I heard you say Baoshou has caught a cold again. What's going on?"
Upon hearing this, a trace of sorrow flashed across Prince Yu's face.
"Bao Shou has been in poor health since birth. He only stayed in the back garden for half an hour yesterday, and he developed a high fever last night."
Kangxi also frowned, "Have you invited the imperial physician?"
"I've already asked him to. He was too squeamish and refused to drink the medicine. I had to coax him into taking some."
Prince Yu smiled bitterly.
"Bao Shou, that guy only lived to be twenty-four..."
Yinreng was a little unsure.
"Uncle Huang's children were all sickly. Didn't he ever suspect that there was something wrong with his own tadpole? Except for Baotai and Baoshou, all the other brothers in his family died young..."
As he thought this, he secretly glanced at Prince Yu's lower body.
Kangxi was stunned for a moment when he heard Yinreng's thoughts.
Tadpoles? What are those?
Is it true that the successive deaths of my second brother’s children are related to that tadpole?
Why didn’t the imperial physician diagnose Ping An’s pulse when he asked for it?
Kangxi was puzzled and couldn't help but look at Yinreng. He noticed that there was something strange about where Yinreng's gaze was resting, and his face immediately turned dark.
Well, he roughly knew what a "tadpole" was.
But when he thought about how all the children of his second brother, both boys and girls, looked sickly, Kangxi couldn't help but glance at Prince Yu's lower body.
——Could it be related to my second brother?
Prince Yu was immersed in sorrow and did not notice the identical expressions on the father and son's faces.
At this moment, Yinreng's inner voice rang out again.
"It must be the Emperor's uncle's fault. Otherwise, with so many concubines in his family, it's impossible for all of them to have problems. Tsk tsk tsk... It seems the rumors that Prince Yu was a playboy in his youth are not groundless."
The next moment, Kangxi was choked by his own saliva and began to cough violently.
“Cough cough cough…”
While coughing, he glared at Yinreng, the instigator of the incident.
Yinreng was looking at Prince Yu's noble but not very good-looking square face, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.
"It must be that he was born into a good family, with power and status. Otherwise, with his appearance, I'm afraid the other party would have to think carefully before marrying him into the family."
When Kangxi heard this, his face darkened.
It turned out that he had always thought that Yinreng was polite and filial, but he didn't expect that he was actually plotting against his elders in his heart.
How would he arrange himself then?
Kangxi was somewhat confused. He had raised Yinreng with great care, but only today did he seem to see a little more clearly this son whom he loved and doted on to the core.
"I still have some rare medicinal herbs in my private storehouse. Second brother, please take them back later and take good care of them for Baoshou."
Prince Yu showed gratitude and bowed,
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"We are family, why be so polite?"
Kangxi said this and glanced at Liang Jiugong beside him.
Liang Jiugong understood, took a few steps forward, bowed and said to Prince Yu,
"Prince Yu, I will show you the way."
Prince Yu thanked Kangxi again before following Liang Jiugong out.
Yinreng sighed inwardly as he looked at Prince Yu's back, which was in his prime but inexplicably hunched.
"My uncle is pitiful. He raised two sons with great difficulty. One was arrogant and unruly, not knowing what fear was. He caused chaos in the inner city, and he was too busy cleaning up his sons' messes every day. The other one died just after he came of age and hadn't even been in office for two years. He was so old that he had to send his son off..."
Kangxi had originally planned to teach Yinreng a lesson after Prince Yu left and instill in him some ideas about respecting elders, but when he heard Yinreng's subsequent thoughts, Kangxi instantly lost interest in preaching.
Is my second brother’s life so miserable?
If Yinreng could hear what Kangxi was thinking, he would probably laugh out loud.
tragic?
People in the royal family are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, and have been living a life of luxury since childhood. Even when they poop, there are eunuchs who will wipe it clean for them and help them pull up their pants. They have never suffered from hunger or cold for a single day. Is this also called miserable?
Kangxi looked up at Yinreng and decided to drive him away. What he had experienced today was too horrifying and he needed space to think.
"Baocheng."
"My son is here."
"You are in good health now, go back and rest first."
Yinreng was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that something was amiss. However, he had no clue what to do, so he bowed and said, "Son, take your leave."
Yinreng walked out of the Palace of Heavenly Purity and sat in the sedan chair. Only then did he realize what was wrong.
Kangxi and the original body were still very close during this period. According to the experience of the previous life, no matter how busy Kangxi was, he would take time to ask about his schoolwork, and if this time was after dinner, he would ask the original body to stay and sleep in the Qianqing Palace.
After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, Yinreng just lay back on the backrest like a mollusk.
Why think so much? It's so tiring.
After Yinreng left, Kangxi sat in front of the imperial desk, supporting his forehead with both hands, thinking about all the information he had heard from Yinreng today.
As the ruler of a country, he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but after hearing Yinreng's voice for unknown reasons, he became somewhat shaken.
After two hours of testing, he was certain of one thing, that is, only Yinreng himself could hear his inner voice.
Otherwise, the second brother, Mingzhu and Soetu, the others who were mentioned, would definitely not have any strange expressions on their faces.
Thinking of this, a trace of confusion flashed across Kangxi's eyes again.
He raised Yinreng until he was thirteen years old, and had no idea that he was such a talkative person.
In front of him, his other sons, or the ministers in the court, Yinreng always behaved taciturnly and dignified. Even when he was furious, he would only shout a few words and would never act as violently as he thought in his heart.
If everything he showed to others was intentional, then this son... was simply too scary!
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