Kangxi said he came at three o'clock in the hour, but in fact he came just after the hour. He had already had dinner at Yangxin Hall before coming here, and Wen Xi had just finished his meal.
In the Nuan Pavilion, the narcissus bloomed gracefully, and the inside and outside of the palace seemed to be divided into two worlds. The inside of the palace was as warm as spring, and the dripping water outside the palace turned into ice. Kangxi took off his black fox fur cloak stained with snowflakes, casually handed it to Li Dequan, and asked
: "I heard that you went to Xian'an Palace."
Wen Xi gave a faint hum, took out the Chen Qing folder from her sleeve, handed it to Kang Xi and said, "Yin Reng wrote it."
Kangxi unfolded it, glanced at it silently, and then put the folder on the table, saying without any meaning: "I understand."
Seeing that Kangxi didn't care about it, she said warmly: "Xian'an Palace has been in disrepair for a long time and is very damaged. It may be difficult for people to live in it in winter. Does the emperor know?"
Kangxi was silent for a long time, and then said: "I know something."
Wen Xi calculated it silently in her mind and said, "If it's a little repair, it won't cost much money." It's more than enough to spend a fraction of the money you spent on repairing Changchun Garden. You, as an old man, can't ask your son to live there.
In a dilapidated house that leaks wind and snow, right?
Kangxi looked at Wen Xi steadily: "Don't you blame Yinreng?"
Wen Xi couldn't help but laugh: "When did I blame the second elder brother?" It's Kangxi himself who has always been worried about Yin Reng, okay? Whether it was what happened to Yin Reng or what Yin Reng offended, Wen Xi
All have been relieved.
Kangxi smiled slightly and said with his gentle hands: "Okay, I will order the repair of Xian'an Palace on a certain day." Kangxi's old hands slowly rubbed the tender catkins that were as tender as mutton fat and jade.
, there was late attachment and relief in his eyes. Kangxi's tone was soft but thick: "Galuo, it's great to be with you."
Wen Xi smiled and said nothing, just turned her face and nestled in his arms. The years in the Forbidden City were too long, so long that she was used to it, and she was used to staying by this man's side. She watched him gradually grow from a high-spirited age.
Growing old. Living like this forever is also a kind of happiness.
Kangxi stroked his gentle black hair, which had fallen down, and it remained the same as before. A hint of sadness and sadness appeared on Kangxi's brow... He was relieved that, in addition to the world, he also had her who would accompany him throughout his life. Because
With her, even in old age, I will not be alone.
Perhaps in his later years, Kangxi tormented his sons endlessly, and was also tormented by his sons endlessly, and the relationship between father and son was almost gone. Fortunately, at least he still had a beloved wife. His old age would not lead to a miserable life.
Because Kangxi ordered the renovation of Xian'an Palace, although it only allocated hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, the conservative veterans of the previous dynasty regarded it as a sign that Kangxi would restore the crown prince again. For a time, the veterans headed by Tang Bin supported the emperor.
They jointly submitted a letter requesting that the second elder brother be reinstated as the crown prince.
Kangxi just didn't mention it in the court, but the next day he issued an order to dismiss Tang Bin and ten other officials as senior ministers. In this way, no one dared to mention the matter of re-establishing Yinfeng.
At this time, Yinlu was teaching Fu'er to write in Wenxi Palace. Fu'er was younger than Yinlu's two daughters, so Yinlu always coaxed Fu'er like a daughter.
"Yes. That's it. You have to pause a little while turning so that the words you write will have muscles and bones!" While holding Fu'er's soft little hand, he wrote the word "福".
Fu'er blinked his big eyes: "Brother, what is this word?"
Yinlu smiled softly: "It's 'Fu', Fu'er's 'Fu'."
Wen Xi looked at the two of them with a lingering smile on her face: "Aren't you working as an errand in the Ministry of Personnel? Why are you so leisurely?"
Yinlu placed the wolf-hair pen on the mountain of ink jade pens and said slowly: "One hair can affect the whole body. If you want to clean it up, you must use the force of thunder, otherwise you will just do nothing."
Yin Lu was becoming more and more familiar with politics. At this point, Wen Xi asked himself that there was nothing he could teach him. The practice of government officials has been around in all dynasties, and it was nothing new. It was just about governing government.
It is a science. If it is used too little, it will have little effect; if it is used too much, it will touch the interests of too many people, and it will make too many enemies, and even shake the foundation of the dynasty.
"Listening to what you said, it seems that you already have a plan?" Wen Xi took a slow sip of tea.
Yinlu said with a smile: "All the broken silver for local taxes needs to be melted and cast before being turned over. The loss is less than one centimeter. However, in several provinces near Zhili, it is three cents. In Jiangnan and other places, it is six to seven cents. In Shanxi and other places, it is six cents.
In remote places, it can even reach 20%! The so-called 'fire consumption' is often several times or even dozens of times the actual consumption! And the deductions will be shown to the local people..." As he said this, Yinlu's face
His smile gradually turned into a scowl.
If you want to be corrupt, there are naturally a hundred ways to do it... Wen Xi raised her eyelids and said, "Then what do you think we should do?"
Yinlu Dingshen said: "It's quite simple. In fact, it's just four words: 'return the fire to the public'!" The actual losses caused by the melting and casting process will be borne by the court. It is only a very small loss, but this move is
If local officials use fire to search, they will undoubtedly offend too many people. It is simple to say, but there will be many obstacles in implementation. Thinking of this, Yinlu frowned deeply.
In order to clear the debt, Yinzhen offended the nobles of the Eight Banners. Yilu really didn't want to become the second Yinzhen, he just wanted to achieve some results, so how could he not offend others?
Wen Xi thought for a moment, recalled the history, and said, "Prince Yong seems to be quite busy nowadays?"
Yinlu felt quite pressured and said: "Your Majesty, you don't know, but the fourth brother of Qian'er has just given a message to Huang Ama, saying: There is no fixed amount of money, and it is difficult to conquer a small amount of silver. If this continues, the national treasury will definitely decrease year by year!"
Therefore, please order me to share my land with you!"
Wen Xi was slightly shocked. The strategy of dividing small households into acres was only introduced after Yongzheng ascended the throne. Why was it proposed at this time?! Indeed, in the late Kangxi period, serious land annexation had occurred, and some landlords occupied large amounts of land.
Landlords have more land than farmers, farmers have less land and more land. If we implement the method of apportioning people into acres, we will no longer collect taxes based on the head, but on the amount of land. "Those who have more land will have more land.
"Those who have little land must also have land." This means that if there is more land, the land will be paid more, if there is less land, the land will be paid less, and if there is no land, there is no need to pay. In this way, relative fairness is achieved, and it is also an effective strategy to inhibit land annexation.
Yinlu was also a little worried. He only offended some landowners with no titles and no fame, but if he implemented "fire consumption and credit", he would offend all the Han ministers in the world. But if he did nothing, he would be offended.
, is one step behind Yinzhen, and Yinlu dare not lag behind others.
Wen Xi naturally understood her son's expression, so she picked up the brush and wrote three words "Yang Lian Yin".
Yinlu's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "What a great idea!" Returning to work after a long period of time damaged the official's income, and if he could make up for it in other ways, it would be considered a "combination of kindness and power".
After writing the three words "Wen Xi", they burned them immediately. But Yinlu couldn't wait for even a moment. He even left and went back to his hometown to write a book. For more than a month, Yinlu was too busy to come to the palace to pay his respects.
But Fu'er held his meaty chin and said, "Brother Sixteen, why aren't you here yet?"
It happened that on this day, Yinli came into the palace to pay his respects. He held the windmill for Fu'er in his hand and twitched his lips: "It's unnecessary to come with me!"
"Brother Seventeen!" Fu'er seemed to have forgotten what he had said just now. He twisted his little butt and pounced on it. In fact, he pounced on the small colorful windmill.
Yinli shook his head helplessly and gave Fu'er the windmill to play with, and then gave Wen Xi a thousand gifts: "Brother Sixteen has been really busy lately. He has been sleeping in the official office these days. Even Hongdan arrested Zhou
I even forgot to go home!"
Hongdan is the third son of Yinlu, and the legitimate son of the Guarjia family in Fujin. Unfortunately, Yinlu, who was the mother, did not pay much attention to this child, and did not pay as much attention to this child as he did to the first two concubines.
Not much difference.
Although Yinli's tone was complaining, he was also envious. His brother, who was only three years older than him, already had three sons. The Fujin Fucha family was pregnant again, but he only had one daughter (concubine Meng's wife).
out).
Wen Xi could only comfort her: "Don't worry, it will always come when it's time to come."
On the second day of her first birthday, her gentle daughter-in-law, Guarjia, brought Hongdan, who was wrapped in red clothes, into the palace to pay her respects. Hongdan... Wenxi had to complain about Kangxi's naming standards, although the little guy
The name is Hongdan, but he was not born on New Year's Day. Maybe it was to match the character "Yuan" in the title of King Ama, so he was called Hongdan, right? It's just that when Wen Xi recited this name, she only knew
Thinking of brown eggs...
After all, the Guarjia family was confident after having a son. However, Yinlu was unable to come back to attend the delivery of Hongdan's baby due to official business, which made the Guarjia family very sad, but she still had to show the generosity of her legitimate wife:
"I have been so busy lately that I have lost a lot of weight. My wife often advises me to take care of myself, but I don't listen..."
Wen Xi was poking her grandson Hongdan's round face like a peeled egg with her finger. Children were indeed the cutest!
When Guarjia saw that Wen Xi seemed to like Hong Dan very much, her heart moved slightly and she quickly took the opportunity to say, "Empress Huang, Hong Dan is also one year old."
Wen Xi's eyes narrowed with a smile, but he didn't hear the different meaning in his wife's words for a while. He took off the golden steps from his bun and dangled them in front of Hong Dan's eyes. The little guy's black pearl-like eyes followed.
The golden thing rotated left and right, and soon Hongdan became dizzy. He rubbed his eyes with his little hand that was as fat as a steamed bun. Wenxi was immediately amused by his cute appearance, and she opened her mouth from ear to ear.
Said: "Looking at the little cutie, I really miss Yinlu when he was little!"
"Yes!" Mrs. Guarjia hurriedly agreed, "My wife also thinks that Hongdan's features and eyes look very much like mine!" She took another two steps closer and reminded Wen Xi: "The year before last, the eldest son of Brother Fourteen, Hongchun,
He was made the crown prince..."
"Hongchun?" Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Guarjia meant. This was implying that Wen Xi, as the legitimate son, should also be made the crown prince! (To be continued. If you like this work,
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