Blessed by God

In the side hall of Qianqing Palace, there are many princes and princes Baylor, and a row of eunuchs and guards. No one in the whole side hall dares to make the slightest noise. The sound of rain outside the hall makes this quiet side hall much more for no reason A bit depressing.

From time to time, eunuchs and maids walked past the door of the side hall, and everyone's faces were anxious and worried, as if they wished to replace Kangxi's illness with themselves.

Thirteen and Fourteen looked out of the window at the lightning that was enough to illuminate the entire night, and the thunder that seemed to explode above their heads, and they couldn't help but move towards Yinzhen.

"Crack!" There was another thunder, the two of them trembled in fright, and then moved two steps towards Yinzhen's direction. Seeing this, Yinzhen took two steps towards the two of them, just enough to cover them from the cold wind blowing into the palace from time to time. The fear in Thirteen and Fourteen's hearts gradually dissipated.

Yinzhen's ink-like pupils kept staring at the door. There were imperial physicians, court ladies, and eunuchs passing by the door. Although he didn't know what the situation was, he didn't feel any fear or panic in his heart. Lightning illuminated the shadows under his eyelashes, and there was not only worry but also indifference underneath.

"Boom!" A shocking thunder exploded in everyone's ears shortly after the lightning faded, and the rain outside the door became louder, as if it could wash away the glazed tiles on the roof beams.

"Fourth brother," Fourteen looked at his brother in fear, as if he wanted to find some comfort at this time.

Yinzhen reached out and patted the top of his head, without saying a word, but managed to make the trembling of Fourteen's whole body slowly stop.

"Prince Chunjun is here," the eunuch's shrill voice was extremely harsh at this moment, and everyone looked towards the door of the side hall, only to see a thin young man in a dark blue robe walking in, his clothes were still dripping with water , it seems that they came here in a hurry.

Yinyou's arrival made the dull side hall more lively. After a group of people greeted briefly, Yinyou bent down and twisted the water at the corner of his robe, stood up and glanced at the people who were not looking well. With a thump in his heart, he walked up to Yinzhen and asked softly, "Fourth brother, how is Huang Amarong's body?"

"The imperial doctor is still taking Huang Ama's pulse." Before Yinzhen entered the palace, he had already thought of countless possibilities. Now that the imperial doctor has been in for so long, he has not seen a single person come out to talk about Huang Ama's condition. Not very good, but these things are not suitable to tell the seventh brother.

Now I'm afraid that many people are scheming in their hearts, and so is he, but these should not involve Yinyou. Huang Ama was seriously ill. Apart from the prince who lived in the palace, the third child and the eighth child arrived first, but he was intentionally a little late.

The seventh brother came so late because he got the news that he passed on to him a little later, not by him. The position of the seventh brother not intervening in these matters must be seen by these people. If something happens to the emperor Ama today, and the next person to inherit the rule is not him, then the future emperor will not be too embarrassing. Seven younger brother.

If he wants to fight for the Qing Dynasty, he is not afraid of losing, but he is only afraid that he will implicate the seventh brother who has been unwilling to get involved in this muddy water from the beginning to the end, but because he often intervenes.

"It'll be fine," Yinzhen added after seeing the worried look on Yinyou's face. It's just that what this sentence refers to, maybe only he himself understands it in his heart.

However, Yinyou noticed the unusual look in Yinzhen's eyes, and he suddenly realized that no matter how considerate and straightforward the fourth brother was in front of him, he was still the same calm, excellent in everything, well-organized and good at handling things. The forbearing but scheming Prince Yong, even though such a fourth brother rarely appears in front of him, he still knows that Aixinjue Luo Yinzhen is not just a man who is calm and angry.

Taking out a clean handkerchief and handing it to Yinyou, Yinzhen motioned him to wipe the rain off his face with his eyes, but he didn't speak. At this time, some people started to whisper, and as time passed, everyone became more and more uneasy.

The eighth elder brother stood quietly in the corner. With the passing of his second uncle who valued him last year, the possibility of him competing for that position became smaller and smaller. Now he has resigned himself to his fate and will not go to Xiaoxiang. Even if he is unwilling, even if he is resentful, But he knew that he had no chance in this life.

In terms of age, he is not as good as the third brother Yinzhi, in terms of background, he is even worse than the other older princes, and in terms of ability, he is not as good as the fourth brother's achievements in the household department. The moment of birth, the ending is already doomed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Brother Seven who was standing next to the fourth child. If he had the heart of Brother Seven, what would he look like now? Seventh Brother, who was only a few months older than him, had reached the title of County King, but he was still just a Baylor. After all the tricks, it was still a joke in the end.

"The emperor has an order, Brother Xuan Qi will see you."

Li Dequan finally appeared in the side hall under everyone's anticipation, but they didn't expect to wait for so long, but what they got was such a sentence?

The emperor is awake, but what he wants to see the most is elder brother Pojiao? Not the longer third elder brother, nor the safe fourth elder brother?

What exactly does the emperor want to do?

Everyone was secretly startled, but their expressions remained unchanged. They just looked at Li Dequan as if they were worried about Kangxi's physical condition.

Yinyou himself was also very surprised. Seeing that Li Dequan's face didn't show any hint of hint, he could only say, "Thank you, Li Wenda."

"Seventh elder brother doesn't need to be so polite. Long Live Lord just woke up and said he has something to tell you." Li Dequan's words caused another wave of emotion in the hearts of the princes present.

What does it mean to have something to say?

Different from other people's suspicion, Yinzhen was inexplicably worried. He recalled the incident that Emperor Yinyou's Ama was summoned into the palace a few days ago and fainted after leaving the palace gate, so he frowned unconsciously.

Entering the main hall, there were many imperial physicians crowded outside, who seemed to be discussing Kangxi's condition, but their expressions were not very good. Seeing this situation, Yinyou suddenly felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Seventh elder brother, please," Li Dequan led Yinyou to the inner room, and saw a court lady serving Kangxi with medicine. Kangxi was lying on the dragon bed with no blood on his face.

Seeing Yinyou coming in, Kangxi signaled the court lady to step aside, with a trembling voice, he said intermittently: "Yinyou, come here."

It seems that Kangxi seldom called him by his name. Normally, Kangxi always called him Xiaoqi, or a bastard, or a foodie, but at that time, Kangxi was always energetic and with a hint of joking, instead of trembling like now And serious.

"Huang Ama," Yinyou walked to the side of the dragon bed, half-kneeling beside the bed, with a faint soreness in his nose, this man has many children, but he has never ignored him, he is afraid of this man, guard against this man , but did not expect that this man would have a weak day.

"Yinyou, watch for me...Look at this country..."

"Huang Ama, you will be well soon!" To Yinyou, this sentence was undoubtedly a thunderclap. He lowered his head and said, "Huang Ama..."

Kangxi looked at the son whose eyes were red in front of his eyes, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and stroked the top of his head tremblingly, "Xiao Qi...I know it well."

"Huang Ama," the temperature on the top of his head made Yinyou even more sad. He regarded Kangxi as an outstanding emperor, a man with a deep heart, but he never regarded him as a father, but now the warmth on the top of his head , but let him feel the warmth of his father. In his previous life, his parents died early. This kind of warmth was the first time he felt it. The warmth made him feel uncomfortable.

"Li Dequan," Kangxi gasped for breath without saying a word, he took his hands off Yinyou's head, closed his eyes, "give the things to Seventh Brother."

"Hey," Li Dequan took out a bright yellow scroll embroidered with dragon patterns from a locked box, "Seventh elder brother accepts the order."

"My son accepts the decree, long live long live Huang Ama." Yinyou kowtowed, and a copy of the imperial decree and a box the size of a fist were handed over to him. I understand that the content of this decree may not be simple, and what's more, it may be something to restrain the next emperor.

And the only person who can and is willing to be restrained by him... is Yinzhen.

"Yinyou, how old is this year?" Kangxi's voice was low, and he didn't seem to have much energy.

"Returning to Huang Ama, my son will soon be twenty-seven this year." Yinyou realized that he was choked up when he said the words.

"Twenty-seven...," Kangxi closed his eyes, "I had your son when I was twenty-seven. Time flies so fast, so many years have passed in a flash. The words you wrote when you were three years old, I I still have it."

Kangxi heard sobs in his ears, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the shoulders of the son who was playing tricks in front of him were shaking constantly.

"Go down," Kangxi closed his eyes again, not to look at the sad look of the child he loved in his heart, "take good care of your mother, go down."

Before the child exited the inner hall, Kangxi tried his best to open his eyes. Even though his vision was blurred, he could still see clearly. The child was wearing a dark blue robe today. He suddenly remembered that he touched the top of the child's head just now. When the hair is wet.

"Li Dequan, send Brother Seven a clean robe. Take the one I wore during my private visit when I was twenty-seven."

"Hey," Li Dequan knew which piece Long Live Lord was talking about, he glanced at the emperor on the dragon bed, and stepped back lightly.

"Xuan Si elder brother."

Before he exited the inner hall, he heard the emperor's words.

"Hey," Li Dequan already knew who would be the owner of the Golden Dragon Throne.

The inner hall became quiet, and Kangxi closed his eyes, recalling the charlatan he met when he was twenty-seven years old when he went on a private visit to the people.

"My lord, you are extraordinary, precious, and have many heirs in your life. It's a pity that although you are blood relatives, your relationship is weak. According to the old way, the son's numerology is weak, but after a hundred years, there will definitely be children who will feel sad. It's a blessing."

He thought the Taoist was talking nonsense. As an emperor, how could he have a weak relationship with his heirs in his later years.

Later, when he returned to the palace, he learned that Concubine Ding had given birth to a son, and he named him Yinyou.

It's just that the child was born with poor luck and had a deformed foot.

He didn't have much affection for that child, but in the end, the sons he fancied fought and calculated each other one by one, only that child never calculated his position, even though he was not smart enough, clever enough, or perfect enough, but in the end, sincerely It was this child who shed tears for him.

But after a hundred years, it is a blessing that there will be heirs who will mourn in their hearts.

Kangxi opened his eyes, but the child was no longer seen at the door.

Yinyou, his child.