The next morning, Kangxi hosted a banquet for his ministers in Baohe Hall.
Among all the officials, Nalan Mingzhu's figure was particularly eye-catching.
Yinreng frowned slightly, then quickly figured out the reason.
Last year, the old man led an army to fight against Galdan, and Mingzhu also joined the army.
But at that time he was following the left wing army and was in charge of military supplies and logistics.
Yinreng didn't care much.
Because he remembered that in his previous life, Mingzhu was reinstated in the thirty-fifth year.
He didn't expect that he would be promoted by the old man so quickly in this life.
Yinreng stared at Mingzhu for a long time and found that compared with a few years ago, his face had lost the composure that allowed him to remain calm even in the face of a crisis, and he also lost the composure that showed that the overall situation was under his control.
Even his smile became much more restrained.
He just sits quietly in his seat and rarely talks to the people next to him.
Yinreng sighed.
"Mingzhu appears to be quite sensible, but it's all superficial. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality. How can a person's nature be changed so easily?"
Kangxi paused for a moment with his hand holding the wine glass, then shifted his gaze to Mingzhu, with some thoughts flashing through his eyes.
It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature?
Kangxi took a sip of wine and then put the glass on the table.
If it is true as Yinreng said, that Mingzhu's current performance is just for him to see, then whether Mingzhu is still worthy of being reused needs to be carefully considered.
Alas, he still has too few people available to him...
As the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became more lively, many officials of Han descent in the court came up and tried to get close to Yinreng.
Even Zhang Ying, Gao Shiqi, Li Guangdi and others came over one by one to toast Yinreng.
As Kangxi's close ministers, they were best able to understand Kangxi's thoughts.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now the apple of His Majesty's eye. They must not act too intimately with the Crown Prince, nor should they make the Crown Prince feel that they look down on him.
The scale still needs to be grasped accurately.
Like that idiot Maltu, who knew that the prince was in trouble, but still had to rush forward to cause trouble.
Now, not only did he fail to impeach the prince, but he ended up losing the chair under his own butt.
Yinreng still doesn't know that Maltu has impeached him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart.
When the crowd dispersed, Soetu quietly approached Yinreng.
"Your Highness."
Yinreng raised his eyes and looked at Suo Etu who was full of "stealing feeling". He felt like laughing for some reason.
"Master Suo, what do you want from me?"
"Your Highness, during the time you were in Tianjin, the Emperor brought Mingzhu back to the court."
Soetu was filled with anxiety, and his fat face was filled with the words "What should I do?"
Yinreng shook his head helplessly.
"I saw him."
"Then why aren't you in a hurry?"
"Is it useful to be anxious?"
"Forehead……"
"Relax, there's a saying that goes, 'When a person leaves, the tea gets cold.' I've only been gone for ten days, and you're already worried that the changes in the court will affect me. Lord Suo, don't forget that Mingzhu has been gone for four years."
Soetu agreed and finally felt relieved of his anxiety.
The main reason is that Mingzhu left too much of a shadow in his heart.
When Mingzhu was still in the court, he was superior to him in terms of official positions, achievements and the number of his followers.
Now that he has returned to the court, Soetu has to keep a close eye on him.
Suo Etu pondered for a moment and still felt that Mingzhu should not be underestimated.
"No, Your Highness, please listen to what I have to say. Mingzhu is not someone you can easily deal with. We must be on our guard. What if he lurks in the shadows and stabs us without any preparation? Wouldn't that leave us completely blind?"
Yinreng thought to himself,
"I'm really hoping he'll come and frame me."
But he said,
"Do you think he will stab me now?"
This made Kangxi glance in his direction again.
When Soetu heard this, he was stunned and then remained speechless.
Of course Mingzhu didn't dare to stab the prince now.
Back then, when the tree fell, the monkeys scatter. The group of lackeys under his command fell or ran away. Now he has just been reinstated. Not to mention that there is no chance to stab the prince, even if there is, he will definitely not dare to do it.
Nalan Mingzhu is such a patient person.
If he can't clear himself before taking action, he would rather not take action.
"Big Brother's team is now in the Ministry of War, but he doesn't directly command the troops, and the Emperor hasn't spread the word that he should go to the army for training. Master Suo, don't you understand the key here?"
Yinreng continued.
How could Soetu not understand that the eldest prince Yinzhi had been training in the Ministry of War for more than three years, but the emperor had never thought of letting him move to another place to gain experience. This alone showed that the emperor had no high hopes for the eldest prince.
After all, governing a country requires more than just knowing how to lead troops and fight battles.
"But Mingzhu..."
Even though Soetu knew that the emperor had no intention of cultivating the eldest prince, he still wanted to persuade Yinreng to be more wary of Mingzhu.
"I can see your worry, uncle. Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Yinreng smiled and winked at Soetu.
Seeing that the prince had listened to his advice, Soetu felt much relieved in an instant.
Looking at the people coming and going in the hall, Yinreng suddenly thought of Soetu's eldest grandson Bosile.
So he asked,
"Bosile will take the imperial examination next year, right?"
"To your Highness, yes."
"If you don't win next year, you can just run errands for me."
Suo Etu was overjoyed when he heard this.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Bosile is Aljishan's eldest son, but he is a bastard.
Because Soetu was also born out of wedlock, he treated this illegitimate grandson quite well.
But Aljishan was somewhat indifferent to Bosile. In order to prove himself to Aljishan, Bosile worked very hard since he was a child.
However, his talent for hard work is really average.
Now he is already twenty-five years old, and he has only the title of scholar.
Three years ago, Soetu wanted to find him an official position in the army, but Bosile refused.
Yinreng remembered that in his previous life's imperial examination, Bosile still failed to pass and finally got a position in the Imperial City Department.
Among Soetu's descendants, only Bosile can be considered upright.
It is not an exaggeration to call the other few a social cancer.
In his previous life, Yinreng put a lot of effort into bringing several people back to the right path.
He doesn't even care that much about his own brother.
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