Although the continuous spring rain has brought many inconveniences to people's travel, it is a rare good thing for the upcoming spring plowing. So when they all watched the rain, Hongqing and Hongyu saw a few days of joy in spring sunshine and a few nights of worry about spring rain, while Yinreng and Yinzhen saw the farming work in the eastern suburbs getting underway, with one person plowing the fields at a faster pace.
That's right, in a few days it will be the annual Emperor's Farming Ceremony. Yinzuo has a love-hate relationship with this traditional project that is reserved for royal children to increase their farming attribute values. Needless to say, he loves it. Apart from being lazy, his biggest hobby is to watch the excitement. The excitement at the Emperor's Farming Ceremony every year is comparable to a collection of language programs from the Spring Festival Gala.
As for hatred, well... this is actually easy to understand. After all, every time this day comes, Yinzuo will truly see the ugly street scenes of the capital.
"Father, why don't you let your son get off the carriage? I couldn't sleep yesterday and only felt a little sleepy at midnight. It felt like I had just closed my eyes for a while when Dexi came in and called me. Father, please feel sorry for your son and let me stay in your carriage for a while."
It must be said that Yinzuo was not called a daddy's boy for nothing. Look, when Kangxi saw his haggard appearance, looking so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes, he began to feel distressed.
"Why are you suffering from insomnia? Are you feeling unwell? Wanquan, go to the back and call Doctor Wang. Liang Jiugong, come and help the Sixth Master to the imperial carriage to rest."
Yinzuo was really sleepy now. Seeing Liang Jiugong coming to support him, he did not act pretentiously. He put his hand on Liang Jiugong's arm and walked with Liang Jiugong towards the imperial carriage. Then, under the envious or admiring eyes of his brothers, he climbed the stairs and went to his father's imperial carriage to catch up on his sleep.
"That saying is absolutely true. Comparing people to others will make you die, and comparing goods to others will make you throw them away. We are all sons of Khan Ama, but look at the life Xiaoliu has lived. Then look at the rest of us. How can we describe it as having a miserable life? Alas, people, everything is determined by fate, and we have no control over it..."
Yinzhen looked up with disdain at Yinzhi, who was acting jealous again, and raised his arm slightly to throw the whip in his hand into Yinzhi's arms. Then, without caring whether Yinzhi was surprised or not, he walked towards the direction of Emperor Kangxi's carriage.
"Brother, where are you going? Didn't we agree to ride horses together? So what does it mean when you throw this whip to me?"
What else does that mean? Wasn't he being clear enough? Isn't his message really about cherishing life and avoiding jealousy?
"Third brother, my eldest brother also couldn't sleep last night. Now he's very sleepy, so he won't ride with you. Eighth brother, come here. Your third brother wants to ride, so you can go with him."
Yinzuo had no idea that his unintentional act had made his third brother, who was always jealous, fall into the jealous jar. At this moment, he was lying on the bed in the imperial carriage for Kangxi to rest and was snoring. Doctor Wang was hurriedly dragged by Wanquan all the way and thought that something big had happened to Kangxi. When he saw Yinzuo lying on the bed, he secretly groaned in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder again and again. Alas... What kind of life does he have? How could he be so unlucky to have such a living ancestor? He can only look at his grandmother from afar every day. Just tell me, is it irritating?
But no matter how hard life is, being alive is better than not being alive. Doctor Wang calmed down his emotions, steadying his mind, and took a deep breath before walking to the bedside, holding Yinzuo's wrist and checking his pulse. As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether there is a disease or not with just one touch. As soon as Doctor Wang took the pulse, he naturally knew that he and his grandmother were within a safe distance again today.
"Your Majesty, the Prince's pulse doesn't seem to be in any serious condition. The reason he suffers from insomnia is probably due to yin deficiency and excessive fire, which disturbs his mind. The Prince has been overworked recently, which has drained his heart and blood..."
Kangxi himself was somewhat knowledgeable in medicine, and he accurately extracted the answer he wanted from Doctor Wang's long-winded words. It turned out that the reason his Xiaoliu suffered from insomnia was because he had been working too hard at the Ministry of Revenue for a while and had damaged his health...
"Alas, this matter is ultimately my fault. I knew his health wasn't very good to begin with, but I still forced him to take on the mess at the Ministry of Revenue. Now it's too late to regret. Doctor Wang, I've always trusted your medical skills. I'm leaving the task of treating Yinzuo's health to you. You must pay extra attention to it and absolutely don't let him get hurt at such a young age..."
It should be said that Kangxi is good at self-imagination and self-strategy. Look, in just a short while, he has made himself full of guilt towards Yinzuo. Doctor Wang's inner monologue at this time is really unprecedentedly vulgar and unbearable. The screen is full of "Oh my God", and it's almost bursting out. After all, he never expected that the His Majesty would actually take his few excuses seriously...
But what good would it do to evade the truth? Kangxi believed it, so how could Doctor Wang dare to tell the truth? So, with a bang, the cauldron was placed on the head of Yinzuo, who was still sleeping soundly.
"Yinzuo, wake up, we have to get off the bus!"
Yinzuo was still dazed when he got off the car behind Kangxi. If Yinzhi, who was standing next to the imperial carriage, had not quickly helped him, he would have made a fool of himself in front of a group of young people. Although the ritual process of the ploughing ceremony was complicated, fortunately, Yinzuo did not need to do anything alone. Even though his brain was not working well at the moment, as long as he stared at Yinreng standing in the front and followed his instructions, he would not make any mistakes.
When did Yinzuo realize that something was amiss? It all started with the farm work after the plowing ceremony. Kangxi himself attached great importance to agricultural development. In order to prevent his children and grandchildren from being lazy and unable to distinguish between crops in the future, he specially ordered people to build an imperial farm next to Changchun Garden. Every spring plowing season, he would bring them here to gain experience points. Moreover, they implemented a system of contracting production to individuals. Everyone was allocated a piece of open land and worked on their own. No one was allowed to be lazy. Even Yinreng and Yinzuo, the two most favored children by Kangxi, were no exception. As in previous years, Yinzuo changed his clothes in the locker room and stood next to his fifth brother. You asked him why he followed Yinqi because after five, it was six. According to the custom in previous years, his work area was next to his fifth brother.
"Yinzuo, don't follow your elder brother and the others. Old man Liang Jiugong has been having trouble walking lately, and the uneven roads in the manor might not be very convenient for him to move around. Just stay by my side and help me out today!"
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