On June 5, the 30th year of the Kangxi reign, Princess Rongxian married Borjigit Urgun.

In mid-July of the 30th year of the Kangxi reign, Princess Rongxian and her husband Urgun bid farewell to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager and officially left Beijing for Mongolia south of the desert.

The excitement was over, and life went on as usual. With the completion of Princess Heshuo Rongxian's marriage, most of the 30th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign had passed.

Time passes too fast, which always makes people feel a little dazed.

"In the blink of an eye, you are seventeen again."

Standing on the tall building and admiring the beautiful scenery, Kangxi could not hide his admiration.

The seventeen-year-old Crown Prince Yinreng stood beside him and replied nonchalantly, "Only seventeen."

"That's all?" Hearing this, Kangxi glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Seventeen years old, not young anymore."

People in later generations will become adults in one year, let alone them now.

"My father informed Shi Wenbing and asked Guarjia to marry on her own."

Kangxi looked at Yinreng's expression intently, wanting to see what he was thinking.

But there was no sign of any disturbance. Yinreng just nodded nonchalantly and said, "Yes, it should have been done long ago."

Yinreng knew that his Khan father had always wanted to find out whether he had any attachment to the Crown Princess Guwalgiya. After all, they had been husband and wife for decades.

But when he asked himself, he realized that he didn't have much regrets.

In his previous life, he didn't like this Crown Princess, no matter how well she did.

But he had to admit that Guaerjia was indeed a good woman, just not suitable for him.

Considering the brief friendship before and after the crown prince was deposed and enthroned in the previous life, Yinreng thought that he should let Guaerjia go in this life.

Don't get sucked into the frying pan of the palace again.

No matter which noble family she married into, or even the royal family, with Guarjia's status, background, and temperament, she could live a better life than being a crown princess.

At least, even if it's a daughter, there won't be that huge pressure.

Thinking of his legitimate daughter in his previous life, Yinreng finally sighed.

Kangxi just looked at him, glanced a little, then looked away and looked around again.

After a long while, he said, "Then how are you going to choose your wife for this life?"

In his previous life, he chose the one for Yinreng, but Yinreng didn't like him. So in this life, he would leave the choice to Yinreng himself and let him decide for himself.

It was rare for Kangxi to let go.

Yinreng leaned against the wall, lost in thought, Fu Jin...

"Khan Ama, can you not marry me?"

Yinreng asked from the bottom of his heart.

He really doesn't want to start a family.

If we calculate the time, it will be at most the 40th year of Kangxi's reign. Then he can give up the position of crown prince and fly freely between heaven and earth. It will be very difficult for him to bring his family with him by then.

"you--"

Kangxi was shocked.

He really never expected Yinreng to say such a thing.

Don’t want to get married?

How can this be!

"You... emmm..." Kangxi frowned, extremely confused and not knowing what to say.

He had a very bad suspicion in his mind, and when he thought of this possibility, his headache was about to explode.

He hesitated, and Yinreng looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, "What's wrong with me? Khan Ama, just say what you want to say."

Kangxi closed his eyes, took a deep breath with great difficulty, and then asked solemnly in a low voice: "You don't want to get married, don't you like... men?"

Kangxi still remembered the crime of molesting his male favorite.

Although he knew that Yinreng just made a mistake when venting his emotions, who knew if he would change his sexual orientation just like that!

Research in later generations has shown that everyone is a hidden bisexual and can change their sexual orientation at any moment for certain reasons.

If his Yinreng also ...

Kangxi's heart was beating hard and his eyes were filled with melancholy.

Yinreng's eyes went darker and darker.

There were several black lines on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Khan Ama, I don't have it!"

Once a black history, a black history for life.

Yinreng once again regretted why he was so crazy in his previous life, otherwise Khan Ama would not have remembered it until now and made random guesses about his psychology.

Like men?

That's enough!

Yinreng put his hands on his hips, looked at Kangxi solemnly, and said angrily: "Khan Ama, remember, don't let your imagination run wild!"

After saying this angrily, he turned around and went down the city wall without waiting for his Khan Ama at all.

Kangxi just watched him leave angrily and blinked guiltily.

But I still feel a little dissatisfied.

How can this be considered wild imagination or random guessing? He was clearly making guesses based on facts, right?

Unfortunately, there was no point in saying anything, as his son had already been pissed off and ran away.

Emperor Kangxi sighed deeply and suddenly thought of his third and fourth sons. He felt that the marriages of these two sons would also be difficult to handle.

Kangxi on this side was looking sad, while Yinreng, who had left angrily, was no longer angry after he got down from the city wall.

He snorted coldly, "Khan Ama is really a bit idle!"

Then he thought that it was time to join forces with his third and fourth brothers to find something for Khan Ama to do.

He was thinking about it in his mind and soon went to Qiandong Ersuo to find Yinzhi.

"Old Three, what are you doing again?"

Looking at Yinzhi drawing some strange things on the table, Yinreng swallowed all his complaints.

He picked up a few pieces of paper and looked at them curiously. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's this little story?"

Yinreng read on with great interest as he watched the characters drawn on the paper with just a few strokes and a few words added around them to form a short story.

Yinzhi followed him to watch, his hands moving without stopping, "I'm working on a sketchbook. Fourth brother said that if the Qing newspaper is full of text, it will be too monotonous and dull. We can add some paintings to make it more interesting."

His imagination began to develop, and he was now trying to draw a picture of a little man.

"It's quite nice, indeed quite interesting and quite eye-catching."

Yinreng agreed with this, but he wanted to say something, "Old Third, you little bastard, who taught you to draw like this?"

A round head, with limbs connected to the body, and no toes at all, just a curved shape, which looks quite weird.

"It was drawn by my fourth brother," Yinzhi replied without looking up. "He drew it casually, and I thought it was easy to understand, so I copied it."

After all, it will be used in the Qing Dynasty newspaper, and it would be very laborious to draw it too detailed. This kind of little man drawn with just a few simple strokes is the most suitable.

As he was talking, Yinzhi reached out and patted a few pieces of paper on the other side, saying, "There is another type of figurine here, drawn by my thirteenth brother. He said it's called a matchstick man. Do you want to take a look?"

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