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Chapter Eighty-Seven: The First Gathering


The soldiers devoured the emperor's last blessing meat, and the smiles on their faces became even bigger.

They could not reunite with their families, and Kangxi celebrated the New Year with them.

Many soldiers felt that this expedition was of great significance.

In addition to defeating Galdan, it was also their closest opportunity to Kangxi.

Some people may never see Kangxi's holy face in their lifetime.

Yinzhen looked down at the audience.

The soldiers were happily sharing the pig-killing feast, and some were even recalling the New Year celebrations in their hometown.

Kangxi was very satisfied with what Yinzhen and Qingyan had prepared.

Concubine Tong patted his hand.

The couple looked at each other.

Not only did they feel that Xiaosi had really grown up.

"Xiaosi, you did a good job."

Kangxi praised him, which made Yinzhen feel particularly good.

Throughout his two lifetimes, Kangxi was stingy in praising his sons.

Often, when his sons made mistakes, Kangxi's venomous tongue came out.

When Qing Yan was next to Yinzhen, she noticed someone's excitement.

She couldn't help but vomit in her heart.

It was obviously just a fluffy compliment without even a little bit of substantial reward.

"There's no reward, so what's the excitement?"

Qing Yan muttered quietly.

Yinzhen glared at Qing Yan angrily.

Fortunately, the singing and dancing in the imperial tent covered up Qing Yan's small complaints.

The ministers below drank with Huang Ama one by one.

He looked around and found that no one noticed Qing Yan's dissatisfaction.

"Eat your food."

Yinzhen placed Qingyan's favorite barbecue in front of her.

Xiaoguai was too young to understand that the emperor's words could benefit others.

Kangxi's compliment was comparable to all the rewards, and those rewards were basically paid for, and this sentence could bring a lot of help to Yinzhen at the critical moment when Jiulong was seizing the throne.

"Humph" Qing Yan's temper got worse.

She thought that Yinzhen was too persistent on certain things and that living like this was quite tiring. , Fuquan looked at the actions of the two little people and couldn't help but smile.

The relationship between Yinzhen and Qingyan was really good.

Perhaps, it was time for him to find a husband from his childhood sweetheart for his daughter.

Before the banquet, Fuquan used his military exploits to ask for an imperial edict for his daughter that she did not need to be touched.

Many people thought Fuquan was stupid, but he felt it was worth it.

There was no room for advancement in his status, and Kangxi would not allow his brothers to hold real power.

High achievement covers the master These four words are definitely the nightmare of the courtiers.

Before the death of the late emperor, his words had already determined the gap between Kangxi and his brothers.

For many years, Fu Quan felt that he had made the right choice.

He and Kangxi swapped positions.

He will probably collapse when he removes San Francisco.

Fu Quan and Yinzhen were very similar to the young Kangxi in their temperament.

They were forbearing and stubborn, and they established the crown prince prematurely.

Kangxi did not pay attention to the middle elder brother, and the elder brothers inevitably used their own methods to gain Kangxi's attention.

After the dinner, the sleepy Qing Yan was carried back to the tent by Yinzhen.

The pig killing banquet was really lively.

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Kangxi made it clear that he would take Yinzhen and Qing Yan to participate in the real pig killing banquet.

In Guawai, after the most important royal sacrificial ceremony, a pig-killing banquet will be held.

Since entering the customs, the pig-killing banquet has become more and more unauthentic.

In this small border town, this year's Little New Year is particularly lively.

Many families have received money from the army to purchase goods, and they have had a good year.

On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, Yinzhen got up early and changed the Qingban that he was sleeping in.

After getting their clothes, Kangxi, Concubine Tong and Fei Yanggu and their son were going to take them for a walk in the market today.

Last night, the camp was extremely lively.

While they were sleeping, the campfire party was still going on.

The soldiers who had achieved military exploits were crying or laughing, venting their emotions with their comrades.

In just a few months, those recruits have overcome the shadows in their hearts with strength.

Qing Yan lay on Yinzhen's shoulders and was carried into the carriage by Yinzhen.

Concubine Tong lifted the car curtain and stared at Yinzhen's careful movements.

The little figure wearing a pink cloak in his arms was not affected by the cold air.

Fortunately, she couldn't help but sigh that her son had grown up.

After the carriage moved slowly, Yinzhen waited for a long time before untying Qing Yan's cloak.

He leaned over and kissed Qing Yan's red face.

She waved her little paws, trying to drive away the person who disturbed her sleep.

Yinzhen looked at her little move and couldn't help but feel happy.

She found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep deeply.

Before leaving the camp, Kangxi and Fei Yanggu planned their travel route.

They were going to go to the village quietly.

At this time, the village was the busiest, and the two little ones rarely had the opportunity to experience the life of ordinary people.

"Little boy" Yinzhen quietly woke up Qingyan.

Before leaving, Su Peisheng quietly informed Yinzhen of the day's schedule.

When Qing Yan heard the call of Yinzhen's alarm clock, he opened his eyes slightly and rubbed his confused eyes with his right little paw.

In a daze, she realized that she was being moved to the carriage and was not in their tent.

"Si Si, why did you carry me out again?

We agreed that you must wake me up before coming out."

Qing Yan thinks that he has grown up and must pay attention to his image.

Who would have thought that Yinzhen is always disobedient?

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Yinzhen pursed his lips helplessly, but he continued to clean her face with a warm towel in his hand, asking her to get up for the extremely time-consuming errand.

Every time, Su Lan spent a long time to wake up Qing Yan, and Kangxi would definitely not allow them to delay their trip.

"We're going out with Huang Ama.

Can you stay in bed?"

Yinzhen put the towel in the basin and moved the small table filled with breakfast in front of Qing Yan.

Qing Yan looked at the breakfast on the table, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately put down the topic of arguing with Yinzhen.

She must make a good use of her breakfast.

The small mahogany table was filled with food.

Bird's nest porridge to pan-fried buns were all Qing Yan's favorite foods.

The imperial doctor only said that bird's nest porridge was very good for Qing Yan's health, so Yinzhen kept an eye on Qing Yan's food every day.

Before the expedition, the imperial doctor specially asked the imperial doctor to prepare a lot of bird's nests.

Every morning, he would ask the people in the imperial kitchen to prepare bird's nest porridge for Concubine Tong and Qing Yan.

Even if the war started, the two of them would not use it for a whole day.

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Her body was slowly recuperated.

Finally, her hands and feet were no longer cold when it was cold.

Yinzhen believed that these were all due to the bird's nest porridge.

Even when she used bird's nest porridge, it was like taking bitter Chinese medicine.

Yinzhen still felt Insist on her taking it all the time.

"It's bird's nest porridge again, can't we use something else?"

Qing Yan was a little annoyed.

He almost vomited after eating the bird's nest porridge.

Sisi is just a big piece of wood.

I don’t know anything about Bian Tong Tai.

The hospital didn’t say that bird’s nest porridge must be used every day.

"My dear, this is good for your health."

Yinzhen refused to compromise.

Qing Yan's little face was filled with anger, but he still held the bird's nest porridge in his hand and drank it slowly

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