Ever since Kangxi knew that the empress dowager might not live long, he put aside all the things on hand. Fortunately, Yinzhen is now capable of handling state affairs, and with Yinzhi and others to help him, he can rest assured.
Kangxi moved to Chunhui Hall to take care of the Empress Dowager, and Yinzuo followed suit and moved there to take care of his father. As Yinqi was the grandson raised by the Empress Dowager, it was naturally impossible for him to be absent at this time. Kangxi and Yinzuo had just arrived when Yinqi moved in too.
If you ask what people wish for when they get old, it is nothing more than having a house full of children and grandchildren and relatives around. Now that she is sick, her children and grandchildren are by her side, so the old lady is naturally happy.
Isn't there a saying like that? If a person is in a good mood, his body will naturally be in good health. If the old lady is happy, her body will naturally recover quickly. Seeing that the empress dowager's health is getting better day by day, whether it is Kangxi, Yinzuo, or Yinqi, the hearts that have been hanging in their hearts can finally be put down for a while.
But as the saying goes, fortune often comes with misfortune, and misfortune often comes with fortune. Yinzuo originally thought that the old lady had escaped this time, but he did not expect that after entering the twelfth lunar month, the empress dowager's condition suddenly worsened again.
Seeing that even the highly skilled doctor Wang was kneeling on the ground with a sad face and apologizing, saying that he had no way, Kangxi no longer held out any hope. He raised his hand and sent everyone out of the room, then pulled a chair and sat next to the empress dowager, holding her hand.
"Madam, your son will take you back to the palace right now..."
Although the Queen Mother wasted her entire life in that walled compound, if you ask her where she felt the most sense of belonging, apart from her hometown on the grassland, it would probably be that magnificent cage.
Kangxi ordered everyone to return to the palace, and naturally, the people below did not dare to delay. In less than a day, Yinzuo and others were already standing in the courtyard of Shoukang Palace.
As the saying goes, what is coming will come, and what is going cannot be retained. On the evening of the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the empress dowager's condition suddenly worsened, and she fell into a coma. She passed away within a day.
Even though he had been prepared, Kangxi was still heartbroken when the Empress Dowager passed away suddenly. He forced himself to handle the Empress Dowager's funeral and arranged for the 12th Prince to be in charge of the subsequent funeral procedures, but he could no longer bear it.
"Father, I know you're sad right now, but even if you're sad, you can't not eat, right? I asked someone to make some vegetable porridge, please have a few bites..."
Yinzuo had been enduring for so many days, and not only did he look thinner, but his complexion was also extremely ugly. However, compared to his own health, he was obviously more worried about Kangxi. As the saying goes, man is iron and rice is steel. It is not a good thing to not eat all the time.
Although Kangxi had no appetite, he still gave face to Yinzuo in response to his plea. He raised his hand to take the porridge from Yinzuo, drank a few mouthfuls, and then handed the bowl to Liang Jiugong who was standing beside him.
Yinzuo leaned over to take a look, and when he saw that the porridge in the bowl had been finished, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he was willing to eat, it was good. At worst, he could just get a bigger bowl for rice in the future.
No one who can stand in the court is stupid. Looking at Kangxi's behavior, we can know that he attaches great importance to the affairs after the death of the empress dowager, so naturally no one will make things difficult for him at this time. After all, if he doesn't handle it well, Kangxi can really send his whole family to serve the empress dowager.
Because of the passing of the Empress Dowager, the Spring Festival of the 57th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign can be said to be quite depressing. Because Kangxi was still ill, even the routine family banquet in the Palace of Heavenly Purity was hosted by Crown Prince Yinzhen.
Yinzuo's mood and health are not very good now, so he is too lazy to join in the fun. During the Chinese New Year, besides offering sacrifices to heaven and ancestors, the most important thing is the dumplings.
Yinzuo asked someone to knead the dough and prepare the stuffing, intending to personally make dumplings for his father for the New Year. However, what he never expected was that Liang Jiugong went out alone, but when he came back, he was followed by a group of people.
"Sixth uncle, my father and the others are busy up ahead and can't leave, so they specially asked the nephews to come over and keep Khanmafa and you company to celebrate the New Year. Sixth uncle, it looks like you're planning to make dumplings yourself. I wonder if the nephews will be lucky enough to eat the dumplings you make..."
Hey, how dare you be so arrogant? You saw me busy here and didn't even come to help me, but you also wanted me to serve you? You want to eat the dumplings I made? You're dreaming, aren't you?
"Forget about dumplings. Look at the stuffing that Eunuch Liang is holding. That's only enough for you and me, Khanmafa. If you want dumplings, that's fine. My principle is to make your own food. I can have someone prepare the ingredients for you and you can make them yourself."
When Yinzuo said this, Hongxi and the others were dumbfounded. "You are not Sixth Uncle? Do you want to listen to what you are saying? Look at us all here, is there anyone who looks like he can make dumplings?"
Hongxi and the others had embarrassed expressions on their faces. Yinzuo was not blind, so how could he not see? But the same thing still applies: if you don't know how to do it, can't you learn? You don't even have the chance to ask me to serve you.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, you've been pampered since you were little, but am I, your sixth uncle, born with these skills? It doesn't matter if you can't make a bun, we can learn how to make love. There's a first time for everything, right? Let's have more confidence in ourselves. Sixth uncle believes in you..."
No, you believe in us, but we don’t believe in ourselves. Although making dumplings looks simple, why do we always feel that it will become a hurdle in our originally smooth life?
Yinzuo clearly refused to serve them, and they couldn't go back to the previous banquet. It seemed that there were only two options left for Hongxi and the others: either they would watch others eat, or they could feed themselves.
This wasn't some Huangsun Restaurant, so Hongxi and the others naturally didn't want to be the waiters, so they could only order people to prepare the dough and fillings for them.
As an elder, Yinzuo naturally would not stand idly by and watch his nephews staring at the filling and dough and worrying about it. He was very much like an elder. Look, he called them over and personally taught them how to make the dough, roll out the dough, and make dumplings.
Yinzuo acted as fiercely as a tiger, but when he looked at his nephews next to him, they all looked like idiots. There was nothing he could do, because all these stupid kids were his own. Well, he had to be patient and teach them again.
Yinzuo demonstrated the whole process to Hongxi and the others again, then looked up at the people around him.
"Have you learned everything?"
Brain: Yeah, I remember it.
Eyes: Yeah, I'll take a look.
Hand: You two shut up, what the hell are you memorizing? You don’t even know six…
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