At four quarters in the afternoon, Kangxi and Yinreng were sitting in the warm imperial study.

Kangxi had finished reviewing the important memorials early in the morning. At this moment, he was leaning on the back of the armchair with his eyes closed, listening to his precious son sitting not far away holding a less important greeting note in his hand, with a clear voice.

Read aloud in a straight and clear tone.

One father and son read, the other listened.

From time to time, Kangxi would ask Yinreng to ghostwrite a few sentences of his comments on the invitation letter.

Such as:

[I love you so much, I am in good health, don’t think about it. 】

[Aiqing is thinking of me, and I am also thinking of Aiqing. I hope Aiqing will work diligently, manage the place under her jurisdiction, make political achievements early at the end of the year, and return to Beijing as soon as possible to celebrate the New Year.]

[My dear, I already know what mangoes are. Forget it this year, you can send some to the capital next year.]

【……】

Yinreng held the writing brush in his right hand and copied the greeting notes one by one according to the words of his Khan Amma.

When he opened the booklet again, he saw that it was written on it without exception, "Your Majesty, how are you? I am very worried about you."

The corners of Yinreng's mouth and eyes couldn't help but twitch at the same time. He simply put down the greeting note in his hand, raised his hand and wiped his face deeply. Looking at him, his mother leaned back on the chair with a leisurely expression, as if

As if listening to a ditty, he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest of the armchair, and said helplessly:

"Khan Ama, these ministers who are officials in other places are too boring. Even if it snows in Jiangnan this year, there is an old woman in Fujian who picks up gold while walking on the road. Such trivial things have to be written and submitted in a memorial.

, isn’t it just increasing your daily government affairs for nothing?”

When Kangxi heard Yinreng's complaint, he opened a slit and looked at his precious son, who was wearing an apricot winter robe. His facial lines were getting clearer and clearer, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was full of disapproval. He smiled.

explained:

"Baocheng, you don't understand. Generally speaking, you don't write any important things in the invitations. Officials working outside Beijing frequently write and submit the invitations. On the one hand, they are so that I can pay attention to them and not forget them.

On the other hand, they can also know my status in the capital through my approval. This can also be regarded as a way of communicating feelings between the monarch and his ministers.

"I admit that although some of the excerpts are indeed full of nonsense, I have to let them write them."

When Yinreng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched even more.

Kangxi saw his son's rare speechless look and couldn't help laughing.

A fine silver charcoal pot was lit in the Imperial Study Room, the temperature was pleasant, and the atmosphere was extremely peaceful. However, the next moment, Liang Jiugong stumbled, opened the cotton curtain, and ran in across the threshold, which completely disturbed this atmosphere.

The father and son heard the noise and followed the sound to look at the door. When they saw Liang Jiugong almost tripping over the carpet under his feet in a hurry and burying his whole head into the silver wire charcoal basin, they were both shocked.

Kangxi saw that Liang Jiugong's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face was pale and panicked. He sat up straight in a reflexive manner, frowned and asked the confidant eunuch standing in the center of the room:

"Liang Jiugong, what's wrong with you?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something serious has happened. The five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, seven little brothers are all infected with smallpox."

"Although the twin brothers have not shown symptoms of fever yet, the imperial concubine has decided to vaccinate them with cowpox."

"What?"

"What!"

After hearing what Liang Jiugong said with a trembling tone, the father and son stood up from their chairs in shock.

Kangxi stood up so suddenly that he knocked the armchair under his buttocks onto the small square rosewood table at hand.

A set of exquisite teapots and cups with four-season flowers from the official kilns placed on the table slid from the edge of the table to the ground, hit the uncarpeted floor tiles, and shattered into pieces.

"How come their brothers got acne at the same time?"

This horrifying news, which made people feel like they were sweating all over, was like a big mallet that hit Kangxi on the head.

Kangxi, who had always been in good health, couldn't help but feel that his eyes were darkening, and his mind was filled with: Didn't Xiaojiu suffer from cold? How come in the blink of an eye, all seven of his sons had acne!

Kangxi, who had not experienced the pain of losing a son or a daughter for several years, leaned his right leg on the small square rosewood table beside him, his tall body almost unsteady.

"Khan Amma!"

Yinreng was also frightened by this shocking news. Seeing that the color of his Khan's face suddenly faded and turned pale, he hurriedly walked forward a few steps and raised his hands to firmly support Kangxi.

"Eunuch Liang, please explain clearly what is going on?"

Liang Jiugong heard the prince's urging, pursed his lips, leaned over to Kangxi and said:

"Your Majesty, this happened so suddenly. The ninth elder brother was the first to develop acne rash at noon today. After the imperial physician diagnosed it as smallpox, the other elder brothers showed symptoms. Now, the imperial physician Zhang is in Shoukang.

In the palace, Dr. Li, the master of pediatrics, is in Chuxiu Palace, and Concubine An and Concubine Xuan are both at the Imperial Concubine. After discussing with Imperial Concubine Li, they plan to move the brothers who have acne to Chuxiu Palace for centralized isolation."

treat.

Before Liang Jiugong finished saying the word "treatment", Kangxi could no longer wait and swept past Liang Jiugong like a gust of wind.

Yinreng didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly followed him.

Seeing that there was no trace of the Tian family's father and son, Liang Jiugong quickly shut up, held up the warm hat that was tilted to the side on his head, raised his legs and trotted to catch up with the father and son walking in front.

How warm it is in the imperial study, how cold it is outside.

Kangxi didn't even wear a big sweater. He was wearing a thin black winter robe from indoors. With slightly red eyes, he walked quickly along the bluestone palace road to the Sixth Palace in the West.

How happy he was before, now he is angry, scared and regretful.

There has been no smallpox in the palace for two years. Now seven of the sons are sick in their front and back legs. It is obvious that bedbugs are causing trouble!

Although there is already cowpox, which is many times safer than variola, it has only been seven years since the advent of cowpox. However, the shadow of smallpox killing people has remained in people's minds for hundreds of thousands of years.

Last time, after Yinzhi, Yinzhen and Ke Jing finished inoculating pox, Dr. Zhang said that the method of vaccinia could be improved. When the technology becomes more mature, there is no need to close the palace for observation after inoculating pox. They only need to stay in place for half an hour.

If there are any abnormality, the vaccination will be successful.

With this in mind, Kangxi postponed the vaccination of his younger sons for the safety of the palace. How could he have imagined that such a disaster would happen!

When Kangxi thought of this, he felt so regretful that his intestines turned green.

When they all ran along the West Palace Road and walked into Yikun Palace, they heard a woman's sad cry from inside just as they reached the entrance of the main hall.

Kangxi trembled and hurriedly opened the cotton curtain and ran in. He saw a messy scene in the hall.

He didn't think much about it and rushed straight into the inner room. When he saw it, he saw several imperial doctors frowning tightly, surrounding two small beds.

Xiao Eleven, who was almost two years old, seemed to be wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis, with his two little hands tightly wrapped in cotton and tied to his side.

There were a few red pimples on her fair and round face. Because she was not feeling well, she cried loudly at the top of her young voice. Her face looked like a cooked shrimp, and it was frighteningly red, even on her forehead.

The veins are no longer visible.

The person lying on the bed next to him was Xiao Jiu, who was suffering from high fever. Xiao Jiu was obviously very ill and could not even cry, only a few low hums.

Focusing on the merits of his parents, Xiao Yinzhen used to be as beautiful as a little princess with a smooth face, but now she has a lot of smallpox pimples, her bright and lively peach blossom eyes are tightly closed, and her little chest is rising and falling.

Very small, obviously it was starting to be difficult to breathe.

When Kangxi saw this, tears instantly flowed from his eyes.

The Yifei sisters, with red and swollen eyes and messy hair, stood guard by the two small beds, their voices hoarse from crying. When they saw Kangxi and the prince coming in, the sisters turned around and fell to their knees on the ground.

There were two lines of clear tears on Concubine Yi's cheeks. She took a few steps forward on her knees, tightly grasping the hem of Kangxi's winter robe with her white hands, as if grasping the last life-saving straw, and cried desperately:

\Your Majesty, you are the True Dragon Emperor, please save Xiaojiu, please save Xiaojiu quickly, wuwuwuwuwu, he can hardly breathe.\

After Yifei cried and said this, she buried her face in the hem of Kangxi's winter robe, her shoulders were shaking, and she cried like a cuckoo weeping blood, with her heart broken.

Everyone present felt sad when they heard it.

Yinreng couldn't bear to look at his two younger brothers. Seeing the grief-stricken looks of the Yifei sisters, Yinreng did not dare to tell them that Xiao Wu in Shoukang Palace also had acne.

Kangxi sniffed, forcing himself to calm down, and patted Yi Fei's shoulder comfortingly with his big, calloused hands. His slender red phoenix eyes stared solemnly at the few kneeling on the ground.

The imperial doctor asked coldly:

"Please tell me honestly, what's going on with Xiaojiu and Xiao11 now? If you dare to deceive, I will chop off your heads!"

The imperial doctors who were kneeling on the ground couldn't help but shudder when they heard the emperor's angry words.

The leading middle-aged imperial physician swallowed his saliva, lowered his head and cupped his hands at Kangxi, his voice slightly trembling as he said:

"Returning to the emperor, Brother Ninth is now at the most dangerous moment. His acne was the first to break out, but it has been going wrong. Brother Eleven's condition is much milder than that of Brother Ninth. If you take good care of him,

Maybe we can get through it."

"But Brother Ninth Brother's condition is too serious. It comes quickly and violently. The ministers have done everything they can. Now they can only rely on Brother Ninth Brother's own physical condition to survive."

In other words: Brother Eleven may be able to save his life if he takes a risk, but Brother Ninth depends on whether Changsheng Tian is willing to let him live.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Xiaojiu, my mother's Xiaojiu."

When Concubine Yi heard this, she seemed to have completely collapsed, lying on the carpet and crying like an aggrieved child.

Yinreng saw the trembling hands of his Khan Ama, grabbed Kangxi's arm, looked at Kangxi's side face anxiously and said:

"Khan Ama, they can't cure Xiaojiu, but that doesn't mean that Dr. Zhang and Dr. Li can't."

"Now the brothers are in different palaces. Chuxiu Palace is behind Yikun Palace. Baocheng thinks that the isolation treatment mentioned by his aunt is a good idea. Gather the patients and the imperial doctors together so that medical resources are not scattered.

, maybe Xiaojiu and the others can be saved."
To be continued...