diskusbooks Chapter 431 Whoever has milk is my mother
Chapter 431 Whoever has milk is my mother
As the saying goes, if the emperor commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. Since it was on his father's way, Yinreng couldn't go against him, could he? But it has to be said that Kangxi's concern was somewhat unnecessary. When Yinreng arrived, Yinzu was sitting in the tent in his courtyard, wrapped in a blanket, directing Dexi and others to build a snowman for him in the yard.
"Hey Hatu, you've seen real tigers before, so why does your snowman look so ridiculous? Go around asking people if they can recognize it as a tiger. Akshan's tiger is pretty good, at least it looks convincing. They say details determine success or failure. Look, they know to write a big 'king' character on their snowman's forehead—that's half the battle won..."
Well, I thought it was just a casual remark, but it turns out it was a set topic. Yinreng stood there watching Yinzuo make a serious comment on the few snowdrifts in the courtyard that were hard to identify, and he had to suppress his arrogance for a long time.
"Wow, it seems our little Liu is in a good mood today. Instead of staying indoors in this cold weather, he ran out into the yard to build a snowman. Isn't he afraid of getting sick from the cold? Alright, you've given your comments enough. Let's not sit outside anymore. Let's go inside and warm up."
There was a charcoal brazier in front of Yinzhuo, and he was wrapped in a blanket. He was sitting in a tent and didn't really feel that it was cold outside. But since Yinreng had spoken, he naturally agreed and got up, put on his shoes, and followed Yinreng into the house.
As Yinzhuo's personal attendant, Dexi had served his master for so many years, so his keen eye was naturally beyond question. As soon as Yinzhuo and Yinreng sat down in the room, he had already brought over hot tea. Yinzhuo personally handed a cup of tea to his second brother before asking.
"Second Brother, usually you're in the front hall playing chess with Father Khan at this time. Why did you decide to come and stroll over here today? Is there something Father Khan needs to tell you?"
Hey, you know what, Yinzhuo's guess was pretty accurate. Yinreng looked up at Yinzhuo, who was staring at him with curiosity, then raised his hand to his lips, took a sip of tea, and spoke.
"It's nothing. It's just that your father saw that you hadn't visited him for a few days and was worried that you might be sick, so he sent me to check on you. But looking at how energetic you are, you've probably been lazy again. This place is only a few steps away from the Yanbo Zhishuang Palace. You should visit your father more often so that he won't worry if he doesn't see you."
Although it may not be the most appropriate way to put it, the saying goes, "He who listens to advice will eat his fill." Yinzhuo really took his second brother's advice to heart. In order not to worry Kangxi, he simply packed his things and moved to his father's West Warm Pavilion.
The West Warm Pavilion where Kangxi lived wasn't very large, but fortunately, it had two heated kang beds, one in the north and one in the south, in accordance with Manchu custom. So Yinzhu didn't have to worry about not having a place to sleep. Kangxi didn't mind Yinzhu's insistence on squeezing into his room anyway, since he was free and having Yinzhu around would keep him from getting bored.
After Yinzhuo officially settled down in the West Warm Pavilion, Kangxi's peaceful and regular life came to an end. Yinzhuo was too lazy to go out because of the cold weather, but that did not mean he really stopped. In fact, because he was bored from not being able to go out, he became even more unruly.
In just a few days, the small space of the West Warm Pavilion was almost completely occupied by Yinzhuo's pile of miscellaneous things: dartboards hanging on the wall, shuttlecocks, sandbags, and nine-linked rings piled on the table, pitch-pot on the ground, crickets hanging at the door, and the parrot that Kangxi was teasing—all of these were things that Yinzhuo had been rummaging through in the past few days.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Even though Emperor Kangxi doted on his son Yinzhuo, he was getting old and couldn't withstand Yinzhuo's antics. Sure enough, after Yinzhuo threw the arrow at him again, the old father finally hardened his heart and started to kick him out.
"Yinzuo, your father knows you are filial and want to stay here with me. Here's what I'll do: I'll have someone prepare a room for you on the east side in a little while. Once the room is ready, you can move all your things there..."
Yinzhuo wasn't stupid. He understood everything his father said. Well, it seemed his father disliked him. Yinzhuo had no objection to Kangxi's arrangement. After all, it didn't matter where he lay down. A more spacious place would be more conducive to his performance, wouldn't it?
Yinzhu stayed in bed until the end of March when the weather outside gradually warmed up before he moved from his father's Yanbo Zhishuang Palace back to his own West Palace. Of course, along with him, Kangxi's edict also came out of Yanbo Zhishuang Palace.
"What the hell? Father Khan bestowed Ruyi Island and Misty Rain Pavilion together to Sixth Brother? Where are we supposed to live then? No, it's such a big island, just given away like that. Father Khan must be extremely biased."
The Summer Palace was such a large place, it was natural that there would be a place for Yinti and the others to live. On the very day the imperial edict was issued, someone came and moved Yinti and the others' belongings to Moonlit River Sound. As the saying goes, both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, and although Kangxi's heart was biased, he was not so much so that he had no pity for Yinti and the others.
As an emperor, Kangxi had plenty of good things at his disposal. Since he had already bestowed Ruyi Island upon Yinzhuo, he simply went all out this time and granted each of his sons who had accompanied him on this trip a mansion near the Summer Palace.
Of course, as another of Kangxi's favorites, Yinreng enjoyed much better treatment than Yinti and the others. The residence that Kangxi bestowed upon him was located in this Summer Palace. The Qingshu Mountain Villa was originally built by Kangxi for Yinreng when he was still the Crown Prince, so this time it can be considered as returning it to its rightful owner.
Yinti and the others had no objections to Kangxi's arrangement, which was clearly influenced by strong personal feelings. After all, happiness is relative. Yes, their treatment couldn't compare to that of Yinreng and Yinzuo, their legitimate sons and beloved sons, but compared to Yinzhi and Yinqi, who stayed in the capital, weren't they much happier? Since they had already obtained these benefits, what more could they ask for?
"Sixth Brother, I was able to get this garden this time thanks to you. Come, let me offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."
Seeing the smug grin on the Fourteenth Prince's face, Yinzhuo wanted to say three words to him—"I can't bear to look." He beckoned to the Fourteenth Prince to come over, and when the man came to him, he stood up and gave him a resounding flick on the forehead.
"Hmph, when you moved out of Ruyizhou before, weren't you still complaining that your father was biased towards me? How come you've forgotten in just a few days? I think you're the kind of person who will follow whoever feeds him."