The corridors of the Fengxian Hall courtyard were filled with lamas, who were repeatedly performing rituals to pray for the deceased emperors enshrined in the hall. The windows of the main hall were open, but the sunlight could not reach the offering table.
As the imperial carriage arrived, the whip cracked, and the princes began to line up in order. The Crown Prince stood at the front, followed closely by Yin, while the women stood at the back. Qingyan, the one in front of Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen, looked ahead with a somewhat worried expression.
The Third Princess Consort smiled as she looked at Qingyan.
"Fourth sister-in-law, don't worry. Yiken'e and Hafeng are so smart, even Father Emperor praises them. Our children are really unwanted!" The Third Princess's voice was a bit loud, and all the women around could hear it, but Qingyan ignored her completely.
"Fourth Sister-in-law, you just need to stand in front of me with Hutulifengshengzhalafen. Yiken'e and Hafeng will definitely be able to hold on!" Fifth Princess Consort glanced at Third Princess Consort and comforted Qingyan.
Qingyan laughed awkwardly. Hafeng was still young, and he had come to a place like this. If the gloomy atmosphere was too strong, this guy definitely wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Sister-in-law, how old is Hafeng? If he does something strange during the ancestral worship ceremony, I don't know if Father Emperor can really forgive him." Qingyan's worries surprised the Fifth Princess.
During royal ceremonies, princes must follow the rules, regardless of their age. Anyone present at the ceremony must adhere to these rules.
The imperial carriage slowly came into view, and everyone knelt on the ground to pay their respects.
Kangxi, with Li Dequan by his side, stepped off the imperial carriage and walked towards Yinzhen. There he saw Hafeng boldly looking at Kangxi, a smile appearing on his face.
"Get up!" Li Dequan's sharp voice didn't elicit any reaction from Ha Feng. He was carried by the nanny and followed behind Yin.
Inside the hall, incense smoke wafted. As soon as Hafeng entered, he began to curiously observe the Fengxian Hall. He was being held by a kneeling nanny, and his large, almond-shaped eyes began to take in his surroundings.
With each order from the Minister of Rites, Emperor Kangxi and his princes performed the ancestral worship ceremony according to the rules. It was said that they would feel particularly resentful if it wasn't this time of year.
Every year, she would come to Fengxian Hall several times, and looking at those wooden plaques would make her feel a little uneasy.
When the sun is high in the sky, the Fengxian Hall is completely shrouded in shadow. Because it receives almost no sunlight year-round, entering the hall gives one a gloomy feeling.
Qingyan knelt on the prayer mat, with Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen kneeling beside her. The little girl had only been kneeling for less than half an hour when she began to shift her knees slightly. Fortunately, Yin reminded Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen. There were nannies standing on both sides, and they would turn a blind eye when they saw the young princesses shifting their bodies.
As the sound of Buddhist scriptures reached everyone's ears, Kangxi's sacrificial ceremony was drawing to a close. Qingyan noticed that her daughter was really tired and didn't dare to move her stiff body.
Once the entire sacrificial ceremony had come to a successful conclusion, Qingyan quickly stood up, walked to Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen's side, and hugged her daughter tightly.
"Mother, I can't walk anymore!" Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen looked at Qingyan with a wronged expression. She had said that the ancestral worship ceremony would be easy, but she didn't expect that when it came to kneeling, the feeling was really bad.
Yin walked up behind the mother and daughter, picked up his daughter, and then instructed Sulan and Suzhu to help Qingyan walk to the carriage.
On the carriage, Yin had Su Lan prepare a lot of ointment for applying to the knees, specifically to wait until Qing Yan and Hu Tu Li Feng Sheng Zha La Fen returned before applying the ointment.
"Father, I'm so tired. Do you always kneel for this long during ancestral worship ceremonies?" Yiken asked, tilting her little head.
Yin looked at Yiken with rare tenderness; this little guy was really good.
“Yes, I have to kneel for this long every time.” Yin only tells the truth and doesn’t say anything else.
Hutu Lifeng Shengzha Lafen has a flat mouth; if she has to come to worship her ancestors every year, she'll definitely suffer.
“Hutulifengshengzhalafen, we are good children, aren’t we?” Yin asked, looking at his daughter.
“Yes!” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen nodded. Yin noticed that his daughter’s attention was completely drawn to him, so he quickly picked up the plaster next to him and slapped it directly onto her knee.
Yin glanced at Qingyan hiding at the very back, and his face instantly darkened. It seemed that Qingyan's dislike of taking medicine was something he would never change in this lifetime.
"As a mother, shouldn't you set a good example for your children?" Yin asked Qingyan.
Qingyan stuck out her tongue and quickly stretched out her knees, letting Yin do it himself.
Previously, when the children weren't in the carriage, she would definitely have had Yin coax them to do it.
The plasters were applied to the knees of both the mother and daughter, and Yin breathed a sigh of relief. When the two of them were together, they would restrain themselves so as not to let the other see them make a fool of themselves.
"Mother, you are so brave!" Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen felt a burning pain in her knees, her almond-shaped eyes filled with pain.
Qingyan smiled and looked at Yiken, who was silently rubbing his knees.
"Do you still have any ointment?" Qingyan asked Yin.
"Yes, what use are you?" Yin was puzzled. Hadn't the mother and daughter already pasted them on?
"Give Yiken another one, and you can use one too, sir!" Qingyan said quickly, seeing that his son's knee was uncomfortable.
Yiken looked at Qingyan with a face full of resistance to the decision, but Yin directly lifted up his trouser leg and looked at Qingyan.
"Let's put mine on first!" Yin knew that Yiken'e definitely needed some time to mentally prepare, so he directly told Qingyan to put his on first.
Qingyan slapped the plaster onto Yin's knee twice.
Yiken tilted her little head and looked at Yin's expression.
Now, Yin has cultivated for many years, and no matter what kind of injury he suffers, he will always maintain the same expression.
“Mother, I’ll do it!” Yiken’e said decisively.
A smile appeared on Yin's face. His son had really grown up and was starting to imitate his every move.
"Let Father help me apply it!" Yiken'e still didn't trust Qingyan's skills and decided to let Yin do it.
Pfft!
Yin laughed; Qingyan's frustrated little face made him especially happy.
"Yin!" Qingyan was furious. "How dare you ruin my image?"
Qingyan was furious and glared at him.
"Who said that? It's just that Yikene trusts my skills more!" Yin also felt that Qingyan's technique for applying plasters was not yet proficient and really needed some courage.
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