Things have their priorities. This time leaving the palace was different from the last time when he followed Kangxi on a tour to the frontier. There was no grand ceremonial procession, no groups of servants and guards. The two brothers Yinzuo and Yinreng traveled in a simple carriage, with only two people, two horses, and a few guards. They left the palace and galloped all the way towards the northern desert.
They changed horses but not riders along the way, and traveled almost day and night without slacking for a moment. Just before Yinzuo felt that he was about to be thrown to pieces by the horse, they finally arrived at Borghetun.
"Your Highness, Sixth Prince, you are finally here. The Emperor...he is waiting for you..."
Seeing Liang Jiugong's tone, Yinzuo knew that Kangxi in the tent was probably not in good condition at the moment, so he turned his head to look at Yinreng next to him. Sure enough, his face had become extremely ugly at this moment.
"Let's go, Eunuch Liang, please take us to see Khan Ama."
The two followed Liang Jiugong all the way through the military camp and finally arrived at the most central location of the camp - Kangxi's imperial tent. Because Kangxi was ill and was sometimes awake and sometimes asleep, Liang Jiugong did not go in to report. He directly opened the curtain and bowed to invite Yinzuo and Yinreng in.
"Khan Ama..."
Seeing Kangxi again after more than a month, Yinzuo felt as if he was in another world. In his impression, Kangxi had always been that almighty, majestic, domineering, and decisive king. He had never been as miserable as he was today, with a haggard face and a weak breath. Seeing him and Yinreng coming in from outside, he wanted to raise his hand to invite them to sit next to him. It was a simple action, but now it seemed to take up all his strength to do it.
"Yinzuo, don't cry~~ Khan Ama is fine. Sigh... Look at Liang Jiugong... He thinks the same as I do. Seeing me... like this now, he is really about to cry..."
Yinzuo came to his senses when he heard this. He raised his hand and touched his face. Sure enough, it was wet. Realizing that he had lost face in front of Kangxi again, Yinzuo hurriedly wiped his face a few times, then walked over to Yinreng who was sitting beside Kangxi's bed and stood beside him as if nothing had happened.
"Khan Ama, please stop making fun of my sixth brother. He's been so nervous all the way here, he must be scared. Now that he sees that Khan Ama is fine, he's so excited that he's about to cry and act like a spoiled child."
He had seen Kangxi's illness with his own eyes. Just listening to Yinreng's tone, it was completely different from the tone of a man still guarding his father's bedside. Seeing him act so nonchalant now, Yinzuo didn't know what to say. "Brother, you've been so mad all the way here that your brain has turned into a paste. Even if you're sure that Dad is really going to die, at least pretend. Is this the time to watch me make a fuss? Shouldn't you be kneeling in front of Kangxi with tears and snot to express your filial piety?"
If Kangxi hadn't been watching them right in front of him, Yinzuo would have wanted to go up to Yinreng, who was getting a little carried away, and give him a good pinch, saying, "Big brother, you've gotten a little cocky. Even though Daddy hasn't said anything yet, he's been saving up money for you." When Daddy deposed the Crown Prince, he'd said, "You were born to harm your mother, you're unfilial and unfaithful." He even blamed you for not looking worried when you visited him when he was sick. Wasn't that what he was referring to right now?
This is not really about how filial Yinzuo is. It's exactly what Teacher Guo said, that it's all due to the contrast with his peers. With the comparison of Yinreng, when the crown prince was deposed a few years later, Kangxi recalled the current scene and compared the words and deeds of the two people. He felt more and more that the son he had raised and trained personally had already alienated from him at this time. Although Yinzuo was a bit of a bastard in his words and deeds, he was still much better than Yinreng in filial piety. It was precisely because of this that Kangxi turned a blind eye to Yinzuo's inappropriate behavior, completely ignoring the fact that his fourth son was glaring at him and scolding his loving father for having such a bad son.
Of course, this is a story for later. At this time, Yinzuo had no idea that he had unintentionally achieved great success. At this time, our Sixth Prince was still thinking about how to reasonably take out the quinine in his arms?
"Khan Amar, how do you feel now?"
Kangxi certainly felt very bad. Before, he just felt tired and cold all over, but in the past two days, he began to feel hot and cold, with rapid breathing, dry mouth and irritability. However, when he saw his son looking at him with a worried face, and thought about how he had just seen him crying in fear, he didn't want to scare him anymore.
"Khan Ama, it's okay... You must not have been able to rest well during the journey. I will let Liang Jiugong take you downstairs to rest first. After you have rested..."
Seeing Kangxi still trying to act tough, Yinzuo was so anxious. Rest, what are you talking about? Is this the time to rest? And you can't even speak clearly, and you're okay? Even if you want to fool a fool, you have to check if I'm a fool first. You're fooling me, and you can't say you're fine, otherwise I won't give you the medicine or not.
But Yinzuo also knew that although they might not be similar in other aspects, this stubborn habit was definitely hereditary, so he did not ask Kangxi at this time, but turned to face Yinreng who was standing beside him.
"Second brother, look at Khan Ama, he's still trying to be strong. Is now the time to be so? Otherwise, we can call the imperial physician over to ask him, at least to understand the condition of Khan Ama..."
Yinreng agreed with Yinzuo's words. Although he was excited about the possibility of ascending the throne early, Kangxi was still alive and watching over him. Even if he had to pretend, he had to pretend to be a filial and good son.
What could the imperial physician say? Naturally, it was the same thing as before. It was simply that the emperor's condition was serious and had been delayed for too long. There was a shortage of doctors and medicine in Mobei, and they were helpless against the emperor's condition. Now they could only do their best to treat him and leave the rest to fate.
"Doctor Wang, in your many years of medical practice, have you ever heard of a Western medicine called quinine?"
Of course, Doctor Wang had never heard of this. If he had heard of it, he would not have allowed Kangxi's health to deteriorate day by day. After hearing what Yinzuo said, his face was full of question marks.
"This old minister is ignorant, but Sixth Prince, please enlighten me. What kind of medicine is this cinchona cream? What does it look like? What diseases can it treat?"
This was exactly what Yinzuo had been waiting for. Upon hearing it, he reached into his arms and took out a small green purse that he had carefully protected along the way. He opened the purse and took out the small jade bottle containing medicine. He took out a medicine cake from it and handed it to Doctor Wang.
"That's it! This is quinine. I was at a teahouse listening to a story before, and I heard people at the next table talking about someone who had malaria and was cured by taking this quinine. I heard that Khan Ama was seriously ill, so I sent someone to the Imperial Observatory to find Father Hong Ruohan and get the medicine. I also asked Imperial Physician Wang to see if this medicine was something Khan Ama could use."
Yinzuo was not afraid of verification of what he said, because when he left the palace before, he had indeed heard people say in a teahouse that the rich man Li in the south of the city had contracted malaria and was finally cured by the magic medicine he got from a foreign priest.
Doctor Wang took the medicine in his hand, looked at it, and then put it under his nose to smell it. He studied it for a long time but still could not come to a conclusion.
"Excuse me, is this malaria a fever?"
"Exactly."
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