AWB Chapter 272 One dares to praise, one dares to believe
Chapter 272 One dares to praise, one dares to believe
It's no wonder that Emperor Kangxi and Yinzhi were father and son; look at them, one dared to praise, and the other actually believed it. In just one morning, Yinzhi sat on the edge of the field with his paws outstretched, closed his eyes, and started praising. Emperor Kangxi was so amused by his precious son's praise that he grinned from ear to ear in the field. The princes and grandsons around them were dumbfounded. Starting with Yinti and ending with Yinlu, every one of Yinzhi's brothers felt one word in their hearts—sour.
Haha, aren't you lucky? Because we've taken on all the hardship for you. And speaking of loving your son, please allow us to correct something. He doesn't love his son, he loves you, his son. Don't you see all of us sons toiling in the mud, toiling under the sun?
The warm and harmonious atmosphere of fatherly love and filial piety between Yinzhuo and Kangxi continued until lunchtime without any sign of dissipating. However, just when everyone thought that lunch would continue to be a sour affair, they suddenly realized that the harmonious and loving father-son relationship between the two seemed to have encountered some obstacles. Yinzhuo looked at the table full of medicinal dishes in front of him with his brows furrowed so deeply that he almost tied them in knots. He looked up at his father, who was sitting calmly eating in the head seat, and felt that he had wasted his entire morning praising him.
"Father, your son also wants to eat stewed mutton, braised lamb chops, and braised pork knuckle..."
Kangxi ignored Yinzhuo's protests. Yinzhuo didn't dwell on it when he saw that his father was deliberately ignoring him. He simply pulled up a chair and walked over to Yinqi, who was sitting to the side. As the saying goes, self-reliance leads to abundance. How could a grown man like him be allowed to die from holding his urine? Yinzhuo just hoped that his father would pretend not to hear him now and pretend not to see him later.
However, Kangxi's reaction clearly disappointed Yinzhi. He had barely taken two steps with the chair when he heard his father's voice coming from the head seat. After all, he could tolerate being called "Father," but he couldn't tolerate the noise of the chair dragging on the ground.
"Yinzhuo, everyone is eating, where are you going with your chair? Go back to your seat."
If only Kangxi and Yinti were sitting in this room, Yinzuo would definitely not have taken his father's harmless words seriously. But now, there are also Hongxi, Hongyu and other younger generation members sitting in this room. Yinzuo felt that if he disobeyed and made his father lose face, he was afraid he would not get a good result today.
“Going back is fine, but Ah Ma, I want to eat that lamb chop.”
Although he had already decided to obediently comply, Yinzhuo felt that he could still have a talk with his father before returning to his seat. Isn't it said that the brave are the first to enjoy the world? How can you know if something will work out if you don't make a request?
The moment Kangxi spoke, everyone's eyes automatically turned to the two of them. Unlike Hongxi and Hongyu, whose faces were filled with shock, Yinti and Yinreng were used to Yinzuo's actions, which were clearly challenging Kangxi's nerves. After all, this was not the first time. It was alright, their father would eventually give in.
"Alright, Liang Jiugong, have someone bring that kid another serving of lamb chops to that table."
Upon hearing Kangxi's words, Yinti, Yinzhi, and the others couldn't help but sigh. See, they were right, weren't they? They had compromised. There's a saying that compromise often doesn't lead to them stopping while they're ahead, but rather to them taking advantage of the situation. As soon as Yinzuo saw his father agree so readily, he immediately decided to press his advantage.
"Father, I still want to eat that braised pork knuckle."
Although Kangxi knew that this boy wouldn't give up so easily, his temples still throbbed when he heard Yinzhuo's words. He glanced at the crowd of onlookers in the room and, seeing that everyone was consciously eating with their heads down, he turned his gaze to Yinzhuo, who was pulling up a chair and looking at him.
"Yinzuo, I don't think you want to eat this braised pork knuckle. What do you think?"
"What do I think? You've already said you only care about what I think, so what am I supposed to think?" Yinzhuo could tell from his father's expression that the old man was about to get angry again. He thought he should just quit while he was ahead, otherwise he might not be able to keep the lamb chops.
“Father is right. I really don’t want to eat this braised pork knuckle anymore. I know that you had these medicinal dishes prepared for my own good. Although I hate bitterness and don’t like the taste of these medicinal dishes, I can’t bear to disappoint you with your loving heart. I’ll eat it…”
Good, very good, excellent! This tactic of retreating to advance is brilliant! Look, the old father feels sorry for Yinzhuo when he sees his disappointed expression. You know, Kangxi already has a certain favoritism towards Yinzhuo, and today he feels guilty towards him because of what the imperial physician said. How could he bear to see him looking so aggrieved?
"Liang Jiugong, go and add another braised pork knuckle to this kid's table. Yinzuo, let's know when to stop, or you'll have to drink that bitter medicine soup for me."
Having achieved his goal, Yinzhuo naturally wouldn't make any further excessive demands. He obediently pulled up his chair and returned to his seat, remaining well-behaved and proper until the end of lunch. After the meal, no one lingered in the room, as a large portion of their assigned farmland was still empty. Yinzhuo, on the other hand, felt incredibly carefree. Seeing that everyone had left without moving, he asked Liang Jiugong for a blanket, spread it on the ground, and lay down.
"Father, are we going back now? Why didn't you have someone call me?"
Yinzhu slept very soundly. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been moved to the imperial carriage at some point. At this time, Kangxi and Yinreng were sitting at a small table next to him playing chess. Obviously, the slight sound of the chess pieces pressing on the jade chessboard was the culprit that disturbed Yinzhu's sweet dream.
"Hmph, how do you know I didn't send someone to call you? Should I send someone to fetch your elder brother and ask him? It's only because he reacted quickly that you're in big trouble now. If it weren't for today's incident, I really wouldn't have known that your dream-based boxing technique was so good..."
Yinzhuo accepted all of Kangxi's criticisms without question. He got up from the bed, walked to the table next to him, picked up a teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then slowly moved to stand behind Yinreng.
"Father, regardless of how well my son punched in his dream, my elder brother is not as petty as you say. Even if I accidentally bumped into him, as his elder brother, would he hold it against me? Next time I see my elder brother, I will definitely repeat what you said to him verbatim, so that he knows that you are the one who talks about him behind his back."