AWB Chapter 460 Then I'm still his biological son!
Chapter 460 Then I'm still his biological son!
To be honest, Hongxu's wishful thinking today has backfired. It's true that his father is a relative, but he wasn't adopted either. Expecting Kangxi to help him is simply out of the question.
“Hongxu, I’ve been telling you all these years, how come you still can’t see reality? You are your father’s grandson, that’s true, but I’m his son too. What are you thinking? Why do you think my father would stand on your side and help you deal with me?”
Hongxu was dragged out from behind Kangxi by the ear by Yinzuo like a chick. He grimaced and stood on the ground as his father pulled him with force before daring to struggle.
“Father, I know I was wrong. I was just confused for a moment. You’re right, Hammafa is your father, so it’s only right that I side with you.”
Upon hearing this, Yinzhuo nodded in satisfaction, loosened his grip on Hongxu's ear slightly, and pulled him to sit down on the couch where Kangxi was sitting. As soon as Yinzhuo sat down, Hongxu had to bend over halfway to accommodate him in order to spare his ear some pain.
Yinzhu twisted Hongxu's ears three times to the left and three times to the right until they were bright red before he felt relieved. He released his grip on his son's ears, took the wet cloth handed to him by Liang Jiugong, wiped his hands, and then picked up a pastry from the small table in front of Kangxi and ate it.
"It's not that you can't not move bricks, but let's get this straight: starting today, if I find out that you two dare to mess around and cause trouble again, I will definitely not let you off the hook. At that time, it won't be as simple as moving bricks for a few days."
There's a saying, "Live for today, for tomorrow we die." As long as Hongxu and Hongshi aren't made to do manual labor, they'll agree to whatever Yinzhu makes. As for what happens in the future, that can be dealt with later.
However, even if Hongxu and Hongshi wanted to cause trouble in Changchun Garden, it was unlikely that they could achieve their goal in the short term, because the Spring Festival of the 55th year of Kangxi's reign was approaching, and Kangxi, seizing the last days of the 54th year of his reign, returned to his Forbidden City with a group of wives and children.
"Come on, Fourth Brother, take a good look at your son. If there's nothing wrong with him, take him back quickly. And whatever you do, don't send him to me again. Fourth Brother, let me tell you, your son is really two-faced. He looks so polite, but he's actually full of tricks. When he's with my little rascal, the destructive power they cause is truly astonishing. See that pile of plum branches in the carriage? The plum grove in Changchun Garden has been ravaged by those two today."
You ask why Yinzhuo didn't punish Hongxu and Hongshi for causing so much trouble in Meilin? The answer is actually quite simple: he had already found a plausible reason for himself.
I think these plum blossoms are beautiful, and I want to bring some back for Grandmother, Grandma, and Mother to see. Let's just say that with this reason, how can Yinzhuo possibly do anything? If he really beats these two filial sons, not to mention others, his mother will definitely not forgive him.
After returning from Changchun Garden, Yinzhu stayed at his residence for only a few days before being dragged back to the palace by Kangxi. It wasn't that Kangxi missed his son that much; it was mainly because he was getting old and lazy, and the "Fu" characters to be bestowed needed to be painted by someone.
Yinzhuo learned calligraphy from Emperor Kangxi from a young age, and his calligraphy already showed some of Kangxi's influence. He had been helping his father write the character "Fu" (福, meaning good fortune) for more than a year or two, so he was quite adept at it.
"May you have many children, many fields, many talents, much happiness, and a long life. Come, may everything be perfect. Send this to my elder brother's residence."
Yinzhuo was always clear about who was close to whom. He could write whatever he wanted when giving gifts to his ministers, but he was much more serious when it came to writing for his brothers. Although the handwriting was the same on every sheet, the red paper was so big that this year he added his own little touches to each sheet.
The character "福" (fortune) for Yinti had a bat drawn in the corner, the character "福" for Yinreng had a ruyi (a type of scepter) drawn on it, the character "福" for Yinzhi had a plum blossom drawn on it, and the character "福" for his fourth brother had a cat and a butterfly drawn on it... In short, everyone was quite satisfied with their impromptu performance today.
Even when he had some free time, Emperor Kangxi didn't stay idle. After finishing the last bit of official business in the morning, he took a book and sat down opposite Yinzhuo to watch him work. He didn't stop Yinzhuo's willful and foolish behavior and let those "Fu" characters, which were obviously not made by him, be sent out of the palace.
"The last one is finally done. Ah, I'm so glad I'm done writing it. Wan Quan, come over here and give me a massage. I've been working all day and I'm exhausted."
Kangxi was already very concerned about Yinzhuo constantly talking about life and death, and now that the New Year was just around the corner, he was even more averse to such talk. Upon hearing this, he raised his hand to gesture for Yinzhuo to sit down, and then reached out and lightly patted him on the forehead.
"What nonsense are you spouting now? You're such a grown man, yet you still talk so recklessly. From now on, you're not allowed to keep talking about life and death like that, understand? If I hear you again, see how I deal with you."
Yinzhu was exhausted after a long day, so he naturally wasn't in the mood to listen to his father's nagging. He nodded somewhat perfunctorily, and seeing that Wan Quan had come over, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and let Wan Quan massage his shoulders and arms to relax his body.
Yinzhuo was Kangxi's own son. The two had spent so many years together that Kangxi knew perfectly well the meaning behind Yinzhuo's every move and even the slightest expression.
Seeing Yinzhuo's behavior just now, Kangxi knew that the boy had not taken his words seriously at all. Seeing that he had closed his eyes, Kangxi was too lazy to nag him anymore. He reached out and picked up the remaining gold-flecked red paper and ink on the table in front of him. He wrote a large "Fu" character, and then, as if he remembered something, he picked up the brush again and drew a small turtle in the corner of the paper.
Leaving aside Kangxi and Yinzhuo's situation, just consider that after receiving the "Fu" character, Yinti and the others immediately recognized that this year's character was not written by Kangxi. Don't ask them how they figured it out; after all, they weren't blind. The extra writing on the paper was right there, glaringly obvious.
“Not bad, Xiao Liu’s handwriting has improved a lot. If it was seven-tenths as good as before, it’s at least nine-tenths now. He Zhong, come in and take this ‘Fu’ character down and have it framed and hung in my study.”
For ministers, receiving the character "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) from the emperor was an immense honor. Ordinary people who received this character would not only enshrine it but also have it properly framed and hung in the most prominent place in their homes, so that all future guests could see how they had received the emperor's favor.