It must be said that Hongxu's wishful thinking today was in vain. Although his Khanmafa was a good relative, his father was not adopted. It was impossible to expect Kangxi to help him.

"Hongxu, I've been saying this for so many years, why can't you recognize the reality? You are your Khan's grandson, yes, but am I also his son? What's going on in your head? Why do you think my father will stand by you and help you deal with me?"

Hongxu was pulled out from behind Kangxi by Yinzuo by his ears like a chick. He grimaced and stood still on the ground as his father pulled him harder before he dared to start struggling.

"Father, I know I was wrong. Wasn't I confused just now? You are right. Khanmafa is your father. It is only right for me to side with you."

Upon hearing this, Yinzuo nodded in satisfaction, loosened his hand that was holding Hongxu's ear slightly, pulled him to the couch where Kangxi was sitting and sat down. It didn't matter that Yinzuo sat down, for the sake of his ear to suffer less, Hongxu had to half bend over to accommodate him.

Yinzuo twisted Hongxu's ears three times left and three times right until they turned red, and then he felt relieved. He let go of his son's ears, reached out to take the wet towel handed to him by Liang Jiugong, wiped his hands, and picked up a dessert from the small table in front of Kangxi and started eating.

"It's okay if you don't want to move bricks, but let me be frank. From today on, if I find out that you two dare to mess around and destroy things, I will definitely not forgive you. By then, it won't be as simple as moving bricks for a few days."

Isn't there a saying that goes, "Drink today and drink today"? Now, as long as Hongxu and Hongshi are not forced to work hard, no matter what Yinzuo asks, they will definitely agree to it. As for the future, we will talk about it later.

However, even if Hongxu, Hongshi and others wanted to fool around in Changchun Garden, it would be unlikely to achieve this goal in the short term, because the Spring Festival of the 55th year of Kangxi's reign was approaching, and Kangxi took advantage of the tail end of the 54th year of Kangxi's reign and returned to his Forbidden City with a group of wives and children.

"Come, Fourth Brother, check your son carefully. If there's nothing wrong with him, take him back immediately. Don't ever send him to me again. Fourth Brother, let me tell you, your son is so hypocritical. He looks gentle and polite, but he's actually full of evil intentions. Together with my naughty boy, his destructive power is truly astonishing. Look at the pile of plum branches in the carriage. The plum forest in Changchun Garden has been severely damaged by these two guys today."

You asked Hongxu why Yinzuo didn't punish Hongshi when he was causing so much harm to Meilin. In fact, the answer is very simple, because he found a plausible excuse for himself in advance.

I think the plum blossoms are so beautiful that I want to bring some back to show them to my ancestors, mama, and mother. Let's just say that with this reason, how can you let Yinzuo do it? If he really beats these two filial boys, let alone others, his mother will not forgive him first.

After returning from Changchun Garden, Yinzuo stayed at home for only a few days before he was taken to the palace again. It wasn't that Kangxi missed his son so much, but it was mainly because he was old and lazy, so the blessing character he was going to bestow had to be signed by someone.

Yinzuo learned calligraphy from Kangxi since he was young, and there is a bit of Kangxi's shadow between the lines of his calligraphy. He has been helping his father write the word "Fu" for a number of years, and he is quite good at it.

"Many children, more land, more talents, more blessings, and more longevity. Come, Wanquan, send this one to my eldest brother's house."

Yinzuo has always been clear about the distinction between close and distant relatives. It doesn't matter if he writes casually to his ministers, but he is much more serious when writing to his brothers. Although the font is the same on each piece of paper, the red paper is so big, so this year he deliberately added some of his own thoughts to each piece of paper.

There was a bat painted on the corner of the word "Fu" for Yinzhen, a ruyi painted on the corner of the word "Fu" for Yinreng, a plum blossom painted on the corner of the word "Fu" for Yinzhi, and a cat and a butterfly painted on the corner of the word "Fu" for his fourth brother... In short, he was quite satisfied with his performance today.

Kangxi was not idle when he had free time. After finishing the last bit of official business in the morning, he took a book and sat opposite Yinzuo to watch him busy. He did not stop Yinzuo's willful and mischievous behavior, and let the "Fu" characters that were obviously not made by him be sent out of the palace.

"The last one is done. Sigh, it's finally finished. Wanquan, please come over and give me a massage on my shoulders and arms. I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted."

Kangxi was already very concerned about Yinzuo talking about life and death all the time. Now that the New Year was approaching, he naturally couldn't stand it even more. Hearing this, he raised his hand to motion Yinzuo to sit down, then reached out and patted him lightly on the forehead.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're already an adult, but you're still so outspoken. Don't talk about life and death anymore, okay? If I hear you again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

Yinzuo was tired after a long day, so he naturally had no mood to listen to his father's nagging. He nodded perfunctorily, and seeing Wanquan coming over, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and let Wanquan massage his shoulders and arms to relax his body.

Yinzuo was Kangxi's biological son. The father and son had been together for so many years, and Kangxi knew everything about Yinzuo's every move and even the meaning expressed in his subtle expressions.

As soon as Kangxi saw Yinzuo's behavior just now, he knew that this kid didn't take his words seriously at all. Seeing that he had closed his eyes, Kangxi was too lazy to nag him anymore. He reached out to take the remaining gold-sprinkled red paper and pen and ink on the table in front of him, picked up the pen and wrote a big word "Fu". Then, as if he remembered something, he picked up the pen and drew a small turtle in the corner of the paper.

Let’s not talk about Kangxi and Yinzuo for now. Let’s just say that after Yinzhi and others received the word “Fu”, they could tell at a glance that this year’s word was not written by Kangxi. Don’t ask them how they could tell, after all, they were not blind, the extra things on the paper were clearly visible.

"Yes, Xiaoliu's handwriting has improved a lot. If it was only 70% similar before, it is now at least 90%. He Zhong, come in and take down this character for "Fu" and have it framed and hang it in my study."

It was a great honor for ministers to be bestowed with the word "Fu" by the emperor. For ordinary people, if they received this word, not only would they not keep it under their care, but they would at least find someone to frame it and hang it in the most conspicuous place in their home so that everyone who came to visit in the future could see how they had received the emperor's favor.