Chapter 199: Funeral
Since Kangxi started coughing up blood, he spent more time in a coma and less time awake every day.

At the beginning, he still had the energy to listen to Yinzhen's report. He gradually changed from being arbitrary in the beginning to asking Yinzhen's opinion, and then analyzing the pros and cons. The father and son spent a peaceful and intimate time together.

This was the first time that Yinzhen felt that he had received 100% of the emperor's attention. That kind of all-round love was something he had never experienced in his decades of life.

Fortunately, his son did not have to repeat his old path.

Yinzhen now has three sons, and Honghui is the one that he has devoted all his efforts to nurturing. Because Honghui has been studying in the palace since he was a child, Yinzhen has spent more time watching Hongyun, so Hongyun is the one that he is most afraid of among the children. Xiaolang is still young and has received too much love, so he strives to be a strict father in front of him.

For these three children, Yinzhen carefully pruned them according to their own personalities, and now they all seem to be growing well.

Yinzhen is very busy now. He spends almost all his daytime time on the political affairs of the previous dynasty. After all, he is not like the crown prince who has been exposed to these things since childhood. It takes time to learn and get started. In addition, he is naturally cautious and thorough in nature, so he has to come up with several plans for almost every matter for Kangxi to decide.

At night, he still had to serve the patient in the Yangxin Palace.

This went on for a few days until Yinzhen lost a lot of weight and the clothes he brought from home became too big for him. Su Peisheng was so anxious that sparks came out of his mouth, but he didn't dare to persuade him too much. After all, Yinzhen's majesty was increasing day by day, and even a light glance from him would make the ministers dare not say anything, let alone the fact that he was a eunuch.

Kangxi was sober at night, and looked at Yinzhen with disdain, "You go and have a rest. Let Honghui come in to accompany me. Eat more meat, otherwise Honghui will see you and think I'm abusing you."

Yinzhen really couldn't stand working around the clock like this, but he didn't want Honghui to attract attention at this time: "Father, I think it would be better to let my brothers take turns to take care of me. Especially the little princes, they come to my son's place every day to make trouble. I can't stand it anymore. What do you think?"

Kangxi thought about it and reluctantly agreed: "Yes, Honghui can come too."

Well, with the support of the other princes, Honghui is not so conspicuous.

So Honghui, who had just left the palace a few days ago, packed his bags and moved into a side hall of the Yangxin Palace.

While Kangxi was still in good spirits, Honghui did not touch the memorials, but read a travelogue with great emotion. This is called a travelogue, but it is more like a novel about cultivating immortality. It tells the story of a dying man who accepted the guidance of a dream and found a spiritual spring. After drinking it, he returned to the age of 20, and then picked up opportunities along the way to achieve immortality. Of course, he also opened a harem, which was full of his confidantes. In the end, he couldn't even count how many children he had.

Kangxi listened carefully and said with emotion: "The First Emperor sought immortality but never achieved it in his entire life. I wish I could have such an experience, even if it is in a dream."

"There are so many wonders in this world. I think we might as well follow the example of the First Emperor and send people to search for the fairy mountains overseas. What if we get something?" Honghui said jokingly.

After telling this little story, Honghui drank a sip of water and began to massage Kangxi's body: "Huang Mafa, when I went out today, I found that the peach blossoms outside were blooming. When you feel better, I will accompany you to appreciate the flowers."

Kangxi looked at Honghui with an increasingly gentle gaze: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

"Ah?" Honghui was stunned. Was this what they were just talking about?
"Whoever you want, I will grant you a marriage." Kangxi said.

"Your Majesty, I will listen to you, mother. Please stop matchmaking people up randomly." Honghui's face flushed and he smiled a little awkwardly.

Kangxi laughed happily, and ended with a long series of coughs. He took a breath to calm down and said, "You don't want marriage, so how about I promise you a bright future?"

"Prince Yong's Palace hasn't appointed a crown prince yet." Honghui didn't expect Kangxi to mention this matter. All the princes had eldest sons and legitimate sons, but everyone tacitly agreed not to submit a memorial to appoint a crown prince.

Because everyone is considering not only the future heir to the palace, but also the possible heir to the throne. These are two completely different choices.

Yihuan once discussed this matter with Honghui in private. Honghui still remembered that his mother once again emphasized the words he had heard since he was a child, that he should not ask his father for it actively, but should patiently wait for him to give it to him.

Honghui has long understood the value of this sentence. Perhaps it was this sentence that has helped his mother get to where she is today.

"Your Majesty, I beg you not to do anything." Honghui knelt down on his knees and looked up and said sincerely, "I have been favored by you over the years. I am the one you look forward to the most among all the brothers. I am your eldest son. If you do not consider giving me the title of Crown Prince, it only means that I have not done well enough."

"My grandson wants to gain the approval of my father with his own ability."

Kangxi looked at him, as if he saw the crown prince in his early years, who was also full of vigor and ambition. The two faces slowly overlapped and then separated. Kangxi opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Honghui carefully and attentively for a long time, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

From that day on, the princes took turns to care for the emperor, except for those who had been imprisoned.

Liang Jiugong looked at the princes who were entertaining themselves in colorful costumes every day, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings, indescribably bitter.

It was neither fast nor slow, and a month passed by peacefully.

Liang Jiugong's hands were shaking when he looked at the dosage of medicine given to Kangxi every day. However, if the emperor did not take this life-threatening thing, he might go crazy immediately. So he chose to leave rationally and calmly.

That night, Kangxi suddenly woke up. He felt more comfortable than ever before, as if all the pain in his body had gone away. He was even able to get out of bed and walk a few laps.

"Let everyone in." With the help of Liang Jiugong, Kangxi took out a portrait from the secret compartment. It was a double portrait of the late Empress Hesheli and Kangxi. He stared at it for a long time and suddenly said.

Liang Jiugong suppressed his grief and passed on the message that Yinzhen and Honghui lived in the palace and arrived the fastest, followed by the concubines in the palace, and then the princes and ministers who hurried over.

A crowd of people knelt in the yard, and no one made any sound. Kangxi looked down at the scene, and no one knew what he was thinking, and he said nothing.

When the daylight first brightened, Kangxi felt his throat itchy and he couldn't help coughing loudly. He couldn't sit still anymore and lay down on the bed for a while.

"My decree of succession is ready. You must support the new emperor and ensure that the Qing Dynasty will last for ten thousand years." Kangxi said intermittently and spat out another mouthful of blood.

In the end, he was no longer able to speak. He glanced around one by one, as if trying to find someone who was not here, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.

The kneeling person let out a suppressed cry. Liang Jiugong stepped forward and sniffed his breath, then knelt down immediately in shock.

"Your Majesty, has passed away!"