Chapter 134 Praise and Killing
Fei Yanggu had been in a coma with a high fever. In addition to the life-threatening gunshot wound, he also had various large and small abrasions and penetrating wounds on his body. In addition, his previous chronic illnesses had also flared up, making him look extremely dangerous.

After visiting the patient several times, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered the posting of an imperial decree, inviting capable and knowledgeable doctors from the public to come for a consultation and to bring the patient back from the brink of death.

Yihuan's handwritten letter has arrived, and the prince ordered someone to read it to Fei Yanggu, hoping to wake him up from his coma.

When it comes to leading troops in battle, Yinreng did lack some talent, but he was indeed a good hand at post-war governance.

After the initial panic, Yinreng showed his political accomplishments well. He gave instructions from his tent on matters such as settling the victims, re-selecting minor officials, and post-disaster reconstruction.

Kangxi received secret reports on Yinreng's entire performance. He was generally satisfied, but he was a little worried about the fact that Fei Yanggu was still in a coma. He had received news that the fourth son's wife was pregnant again. This might be another "Honghui". He must not let the child die because of excessive grief.

A famous doctor had to be sent to treat Fei Yanggu. After replying to the prince's memorial, Kangxi also sent a doctor and specifically asked him to treat Fei Yanggu.

Maybe Fei Yanggu was indeed in good health, or maybe Yihuan's letter home had an effect, or maybe some doctor's medicine was a good match, anyway, he suddenly opened his eyes that morning.

As long as the person is conscious, there is a way to treat him, otherwise a high fever can burn his brain.

Yihuan sat in front of the window. The steaming hot and sour noodles did not attract her anymore. She calculated the 800-mile express journey. Even if her father did not reply in time, it had been five days. Something must have happened.

But Yinzhen kept saying that everything was fine, so Yihuan didn't dare to ask any more questions. She suppressed her anxiety and called Honghui to her side at night.

"Honghui, tell mother the truth, has something happened to your grandfather?" Yihuan asked directly, trying to get the answer from Honghui's micro-expression.

"Mother, how could you think so? My son accompanied the emperor at noon today and accidentally saw the memorial from the Crown Prince's second uncle. It said that they had won a great victory over the Dzungars and were dealing with various post-war matters. They would be able to return to the court in a few days."

"However, there were indeed heavy casualties in this war. It seems that grandpa has injured his hand. The royal family has already sent an imperial physician. It's just a minor injury. Mother, don't worry." Honghui remained calm and told Yihuan the prepared words bit by bit.

"Really? He just injured his hand?" Yihuan was a little unconvinced, but then she thought about it and felt that it made some sense. Father couldn't write letters because his hand was injured, so it was normal that he hadn't replied.

"From what you said, this is very serious. I'm afraid that grandpa will never be able to hold a gun again in the future." Honghui expressed regret. He still wanted to continue learning shooting from his grandfather.

"Your grandfather is old, and he was forced to put on the armor this time. It would be a good thing for him to take off his armor and return to the countryside in the future, and get an idle job in the capital." Yihuan believed what Honghui said most of it, and finally felt relieved.

"Okay, my son will be filial to my grandfather on behalf of my mother." Honghui said sweetly.

Yinzhen stood outside the door and watched Honghui half-kneeling in front of Yihuan and acting like a child. He did not interrupt and turned away: "Su Peisheng, warn everyone in the mansion to keep their mouths shut and not to talk nonsense in front of the concubine. Don't let anyone come to the Ulanara mansion recently."

"Yes." Su Peisheng responded. He thought that he had to keep these people under control. If anything went wrong with Fu Jin's pregnancy because of this incident, he would really have to go to see the King of Hell.

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The Prince of Zhi started smashing cups in the mansion again: "The Crown Prince, the Crown Prince, it's the Crown Prince again. All the civil and military officials in the court are praising him for being worthy of being the Crown Prince. Are we just going to watch him win the hearts of the people and gain military merit?!" Nalan Mingzhu sighed in his heart. This kid is still so impatient at his age. In terms of calmness, he loses to the Crown Prince. Of course, in terms of bravery, he is not as brave as the Crown Prince. This is the reason why it is difficult to have both in this world.

"Your Highness, what we have to do cannot be accomplished overnight. First of all, you must keep calm. You must not show your dissatisfaction with the prince in front of the emperor. On the contrary, you must praise him to the sky."

Prince Zhi sat down panting, listened to Nalan Mingzhu's words and wanted to refute but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After pondering for a while, his eyes lit up: "You are right, I must praise him well. Not only me, but also the people below should sing praises for my good second brother, so that the emperor can hear praises for the prince every day."

"That's great." Nalan Mingzhu clapped his hands and smiled.

Sure enough, a few days later, Kangxi found that more and more people began to praise the prince in various ways. The memorials they wrote were so brilliant that even his hair was perfect.

At the beginning, Kangxi was very proud. This was the prince whom he had personally trained, the first prince of the Qing Dynasty who was announced to the world as legitimate!

But after a long time, Kangxi felt a little bored. He fiddled with the memorial that was full of flattery for the prince and held it in his hand without wanting to open it.

Honghui sat below Kangxi, looking at the pile of unopened memorials, with a bright smile on his face: "Your Maha, are you tired of reading the memorials? Let me help you go out for a walk?"

"My eyes do hurt a little. Please read to me." Kangxi closed his eyes, as if he was really tired.

Honghui agreed, then he cleaned his hands, gently opened the memorial, and began to read it aloud with emotion.

If someone who didn't know would think that Honghui was saying something interesting, Liang Jiugong scratched his ears, his heart trembling. He looked at Kangxi, who seemed to be asleep leaning on the back of the chair, and lowered his head even deeper. At the same time, he waved his hand to tell the servants in the Yangxin Palace not to make any noise.

Only Honghui seemed unaware of anything, and would drink some water when he felt his mouth was dry from reading.

Kangxi suddenly said "hmm", as if awakened from his sleep, and Honghui immediately stopped reading the memorial: "Huang Ma Fa?"

"Honghui, what do you think of these memorials?"

Honghui hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, Honghui, to be honest, these memorials are ornate and well-balanced, but they lack some true feelings."

"The efforts made by the Crown Prince's Second Uncle on the border were not mentioned in the memorials. Father and Honghui said that it is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it. The Junggar barbarians usually kill, burn and loot. In a short period of time, the Crown Prince's Second Uncle has restored the administration of the border. Honghui admires him very much and is very eager to see it. He really wants to go to the scene to see it." Honghui had a yearning expression, "And the Royal Father, Honghui's grandfather was seriously injured, Honghui is very worried."

Kangxi rubbed the back of Honghui's head, with some kindness in his eyes: "Don't be afraid, there is a royal method for everything."