Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Yinsi was in a bad mood throughout July. In contrast, Yinzhen and his son were in a quite happy mood.

First, news came from the capital that Geng had successfully given birth to the fifth prince in the mansion; second, life in the Rehe Palace was too leisurely; third, the eighth and ninth princes had a falling out.

Including the fifth prince who was less than a month old, there are four sons and four daughters in Prince Yong's mansion, which can be said to be very balanced!

The fifth prince and the fourth princess! The more Honghui listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. Why was the ranking so asymmetrical?

For a moment, he even thought that it would be great if his second brother who died young had never been born into this world, so that he could be spared from punishment.

"Swish~" the arrow hit the center of the bull's eye. Honghui shook his hands lightly, thinking happily: When there are more children in the family in the future, it won't be possible to maintain the balance like it is now, right?

Kangxi was watching from the side, and he couldn't help but shout, "Great! Honghui, how hard can you pull the bow?"

"We are still using four forces now. An Da said that we should try adding half force in the next half month. If my grandson can adapt to it, we will switch to four and a half force bow training."

Hearing this, Kangxi glared at the fourth son standing beside him, "Yinzhen, look, even your son is catching up with you. I don't know what to say about your riding and shooting skills."

Yinzhen had been scolded so many times that he seemed to be not worried about too many lice or too many debts. "This is the strength of this son. I cannot bring honor to your Majesty. Please forgive me! Xunzi once said, 'The disciple surpasses the master.' Honghui is my eldest son. I will be happy for him if he can make more progress."

"Your Majesty, please don't blame my father. Grandma once told her grandson that she didn't take good care of herself when she was pregnant with him, which caused him to be born prematurely before nine months. Maybe that's why my father's strength is not as good as that of your uncles. Grandma always feels resentful every time she mentions this and wishes she could go back to the past. But is there such a thing as time going back in this world?" Actually, there is, but can he say it?

Kangxi also knew a little about what happened back then, so he took the opportunity to brush it off and changed the subject, "Alright, there's no need to mention this anymore! Fourth Brother, Duan Jing's death anniversary is coming in a few days, and I want you and Thirteenth Brother to go and pay respects on my behalf."

"My son obeys the order!"

Then, in early July of the intercalary year, Yinzhen and Yinxiang, who had rushed there after hearing the news, went back to Kharachin together. In the latter part of the month, the emperor stayed there directly. One reason was to pay homage to the deceased Princess Duanjing, and the other was to warn Galzang, the second son of Prince Duleng, who was always scheming. After all, Mongolia and the Qing Dynasty were not of one mind!

Kangxi was very saddened by the news of the death of his own daughter, who was only 37 years old. Unexpectedly, less than a month later, another thing happened that made him worried.

——In late August, Prince Yong Yinzhen contracted an epidemic disease in the Rehe Palace.

The day he collapsed was August 25, the day after the emperor returned to his palace in Rehe.

Early in the morning of that day, Yinzhen had a slight cough and his throat was always itchy. When he touched his forehead, it seemed that he had a low fever, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

Could it be that I have caught a cold?

"Su Peisheng, call the imperial physician." To be on the safe side, let's ask the imperial physician to take his pulse!

In just over a quarter of an hour, the imperial physician came to Prince Yong, panting heavily, and said, "Your Highness, please stretch out your hand so that I can feel your pulse." How dare he delay the summons from Prince Yong, who was so powerful and favored by the emperor?

Then he saw the imperial physician frowning, and Honghui couldn't bear to watch, "Imperial Physician Fang, did father catch a cold?"

"I am not very skilled, and I cannot tell whether Your Majesty has caught a cold, but the symptoms seem to be a bit like a cold. How about I prescribe a prescription for Your Majesty, and you can try it first. I will come back to check your pulse in the evening."

Yinzhen thought it was just a minor cold, so he let the imperial physician prescribe the medicine and did not call other imperial physicians to take his pulse. Unexpectedly, after just one day, he began to vomit and had a high fever, and his condition became worse.

As soon as the news came out, Kangxi was immediately worried. He even sent four or five imperial doctors and court judges from the typhoid department to take the pulse, but they still couldn't diagnose anything. It was not until the third day that the imperial doctor hesitantly gave a diagnosis, "Your Majesty, Prince Yong looks like he has an epidemic disease..."

Time? Honghui turned pale instantly, looking at his father lying on the bed with a red face, he couldn't stop worrying!

As everyone knows, seasonal diseases are also called epidemics. They occur frequently in spring, autumn and winter. If one person gets sick, the whole room will be infected; if one room gets sick, the whole village will be infected. If one is unfortunately hit by the plague, countless deaths and injuries are common.

Just like in the previous life, when my father first ascended the throne, an epidemic broke out in the capital, with corpses everywhere. If it weren’t for Wen Shichu, who knows how many more people would have died!

How could Ama be infected with the plague? Where did he get it from? As far as he could remember, there was no such thing from the beginning to the end!

"Dear imperial doctors, I'm going to trouble you to take care of my father and this courtyard." We can get to the bottom of the matter later. The most important thing now is to prevent and control it to prevent it from spreading. After all, epidemics are generally highly contagious.

After a while, all kinds of clothes and supplies were piled up in one place and burned, and then they were fumigated with wormwood and poured with vinegar. All the people in the palace were isolated in this small courtyard, and almost cut off from the outside world.

As for how anxious Kangxi was after learning about this, it can only be described as restless. "Li Dequan, quickly send someone to the capital to fetch medicinal materials, and also ask the director of the Imperial Hospital and several imperial doctors to treat Prince Yong."

Li Dequan agreed not to mention it, but he kept persuading him, "Your Majesty, your health is the most important thing. You should leave the Rehe Palace as soon as possible to avoid the disease spreading to you again."

"The fourth one has contracted a contagious disease, I don't have the heart to care..."

"Your Majesty, it is most important to take care of your health. Please listen to me this time. If anything happens to you, I will never give up!"

Kangxi was not one to disobey advice, and he immediately took a group of princes and court officials out of the Rehe Palace and set up tents outside the Great Wall to live in.

At the end of August, a piece of good news and a piece of bad news reached the emperor. The good news was that the disease this time was just the most common typhoid fever, which was not too contagious or lethal. The bad news was that Prince Yong's condition worsened, with a high fever and difficulty eating, and he urgently needed all kinds of symptomatic medicines.

Fortunately, in the evening of the same day, the medicinal materials transferred from the capital were delivered to the Rehe Palace, solving the urgent problem.