Chapter 78

After getting the parrot, Yinzuo had a lot to play with. Every one of his brothers and sisters who came loved to play with the parrot. The weather finally turned warmer, and when the willow branches turned green, Yinzuo was finally able to go out of the house.

Although he left the house, he didn't have to go to the study, so he was still quite free.

You can enjoy the flowers and bask in the sun beside the Imperial Garden. The weather is good and your mood is great.

Yinzuo soon set his eyes on the sprouting willow branches. He had traveled a lot before and knew a lot, so it seemed that he knew that willow branches could be made into flutes.

So Yinzuo broke off a lot of willow branches, twisted them with his hands until they were red, and from time to time he would make a few humming sounds from his homemade flute.

The sound was not pleasant at all, and it made people frown. Who in the palace dared to play like this?

Then, when they saw that the little ancestor was there, who would dare to go up and say anything? It is no exaggeration to say that if this guy went up to the roof and removed the tiles, the emperor and the prince would have to applaud.

The piercing sound of the willow flute made people want to avoid it, but it was also very penetrating. Before Kangxi saw anyone, he heard a sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which only howled twice and then stopped abruptly, like scratching a person's ears twice, piercing.

Kangxi did not frown, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

Now he no longer finds Yinzuo annoying; instead, he hopes that Yinzuo can be more noisy.

But Yinzuo was still not as good as before. After playing the flute for a few times, his face was already red from exhaustion. Kangxi looked at the mess of willow branches beside Yinzuo, took Yinzuo's flute, and asked him, "Are you interested in the flute again?"

The flute made of willow branches in his hand was extremely rough.

Kangxi said to Yinzuo: "I'll have someone send you some good flutes."

Yinzuo rolled his eyes, looking down on his father who wanted everything good, and said, "Father, you don't understand. I just want to play a flute made of willow branches like this. It's interesting."

Even his royal father wouldn't know how to play.

Yinzuo asked Kangxi with great interest: "Can the emperor play the flute? I have never heard the emperor play the flute."

Kangxi could play the piano, but he really couldn't play the flute.

Kangxi told Yinzuo that he didn't know how to do it, but he didn't expect that his son would be happier when he heard that he didn't know how to do it than when he heard that he did.

When Kangxi was puzzled, Yinzuo said: "The emperor's father is too amazing. The emperor's father can play the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is also proficient in poetry and songs. I thought the emperor's father knew all these things. Now I know that the emperor's father can't do something. Isn't it rare?"

Kangxi was very pleased to hear Yinzuo's words. His image in his son's mind was indeed great.

Yinzuo said to Kangxi, "It just so happens that my son doesn't know how to do it either, but as long as he dares to brag, it's fine. Father Huang, do you want to give it a try?"

Kangxi said to him, "You are bragging happily, but the people listening nearby are suffering." Kangxi said this and glanced at the people serving Yinzuo. Ahfu and the others bowed and stepped back, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the father and son.

When Yinzuo learned that his father couldn't play the flute, he encouraged him even more vigorously: "Father, try it."

"Give it a try."

"You don't dare, Father? Don't worry, Father. Don't be so burdened. Your son won't laugh at you."

Kangxi: “…”

His son's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he wanted to laugh at him.

Kangxi said indulgently yet helplessly: "Aisin-Gioro Yinzuo, your method of provoking others has not improved at all." But he had never been able to do anything with this son, and Kangxi's eyes softened as he looked at Xiao Dizi.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Yinzuo became happy, his eyes curved into a smile, and his face looked much better under the golden sunlight.

The corners of Kangxi's mouth also raised a little. Well, just take it as to make his son happy. After all, he is the emperor.

But the little flute that the brat had used was spared. Before Kangxi could say anything disdainful, Yinzuo, who knew Kangxi's character, said, "I know, I won't let your father use the one that I smeared with saliva. Make him a new one."

Kangxi watched Yinzuo twisting willow branches with his hands and making a flute with great effort. It was quite interesting to watch. Yinzuo said to his father, "You don't know, father, outside, it's the fathers who make willow flutes for their children as toys."

"I can also make slingshots, small bows and arrows, rattles, and small spinning tops for my own children."

"My son has never had a toy made by my father himself." Yinzuo started complaining as he spoke.

Kangxi, who was watching Yinzuo making the flute with great interest, said: "..."

So the toys I gave this brat when he was a kid weren't enough? And he was outdone by other dads?

Kangxi: "...What do you want? I will make you a small spinning top too?"

Yinzuo smiled and said, "No need, my son has grown up."

Kangxi was very angry.

The brat feels uncomfortable if he isn't angry for a while.

When Kangxi got the flute, he also played it with a ghost-like howling sound. Yinzuo, who had just said that he would not laugh at his royal father, laughed with eyes that were more curved than the crescent moon.

Kangxi was calm.

Although it sounds unpleasant, looking at Kangxi's posture, people who don't know him would think he is a flute master. Yinzuo learned a lot from his royal father.

Yinzuo also picked up the small willow flute and joined his royal father in playing music, wanting to compete with him. The ensemble of the father and son was enough to give anyone with ears a hard time.

Kangxi was in good health and had a long breath. He was not afraid of competing with Yinzuo and was happy to play with his son. He seemed to have a lot of fun. Kangxi's slightly closed eyes reflected his love and doting on his son, and his facial expression was pleasant and gentle.

But when Yinzuo's face turned red again, he stopped playing the flute, took Yinzuo's small willow flute, and said to him: "Okay, I have to go back to deal with the memorials. Come with me and have dinner together later."

Yinzuo's eyes lit up: "Can my son eat fried shrimp, pepper and vinegar lamb's head, and spicy diced rabbit?"

Kangxi knew without asking that these were things the imperial physician had forbidden him to eat.

Kangxi said: "No."

Yinzuo was depressed: "It will take a long time before dinner, I will be bored waiting."

Kangxi glanced at him sideways. Are you unwilling to go if there's nothing delicious to eat?

But even though Yinzuo said this, he still followed Kangxi with a smile on his face.

Yinzuo was walking slowly now, so Kangxi also slowed down his pace and walked slowly with Yinzuo patiently.

"You still have to listen to the doctor. If the weather is bad and you are not allowed to stay outside for long, then you have to listen."

Yinzuo said, "I know about this, and Aunt Cui doesn't listen to me at all. I know she will complain to you."

Kangxi smiled and said, "She did the right thing."

Yinzuo felt very wronged: "My son felt that he didn't need it at all. He always did what the imperial physician said, and took what medicine he wanted."

Since his body is his own, Yinzuo was very active in seeking treatment. Although he complained about the bitterness of the medicine, he drank it up every time.

Kangxi touched Yinzuo's head in silence.

Yinzuo was not actually bored at Kangxi's place. While Kangxi was reviewing memorials, he played with the ornaments on Kangxi's Treasure Pavilion. Then he remembered the swan gourd carving he had bought and regretted not putting it here.

He whispered to Liang Jiugong again and asked him if the swan gourd carving he bought was still on display in Kangxi's bedroom.

Liang Jiugong said with a smile, "Of course, His Majesty likes it very much. Anyway, Yinzuo would not go to Kangxi's bedroom to check."

Kangxi ignored Yinzuo and Liang Jiugong's mumblings, and didn't care what he was groping for in the room. Yinzuo and Liang Jiugong kept mumbling, and came to his father's imperial table and said, "Father, you have many Western collections. Can you let your son take a look?"

Can.

Then Yinzuo was hooked and no longer felt bored. He liked to play with the telescope, wanted to take apart the Western clock, found the magnifying glass very interesting, and looked at the Western geographical map again and again...

Even when it was time to eat, Yinzuo did not put down the magnifying glass. He still held Kangxi's hand and used the magnifying glass to look at his palm lines.

Kangxi knocked on the table and said, "Eat well."

Yinzuo muttered in a low voice: "There are no fried shrimps again." Then Kangxi glared at him.

After dinner, I accompanied Kangxi for a walk to help digest the food, and then he had to take medicine when he came back.

Seeing Yinzuo holding his breath and gulping down the medicine, Kangxi softened his heart again. After Yinzuo finished drinking the medicine, he put a piece of candy to his mouth.

Although it was the poison in the candy he ate last time, Yinzuo is a carefree person and has now gotten over the psychological shadow of candy. After drinking the bitter medicine, he needs sweet candy to save him.

And now the sugar he eats is supplied by Kangxi, so there will definitely be no problem anymore.

Yinzuo didn't have to go to the study room now, as he had plenty of time. Fascinated by Kangxi's Western collections, Yinzuo didn't leave after dinner and wanted to continue playing here.

Moreover, Yinzuo actually started to dismantle the Western clock. It was a very beautiful Western clock with carvings of flowers, birds and people. The key point was that after the dismantling of the Western clock, the birds would not sing, the people would not dance, and the flowers would not bloom.

Simply put, it was ruined.

It was obvious that this Western clock was worth a lot of silver. Yinzuo had been trying to restore it for a long time but failed. He felt guilty and went to apologize to his royal father.

When his royal father heard that the Western clock was broken by him, he was not angry.

Yinzuo suddenly realized and said to his father, "Father, you were not like this before." He raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly at his father, "Father, are you reluctant to punish me now?"

Yinzuo was a man who sometimes had the tendency to tease others without provoking them. After he said this quickly, he thought his father would scold him, give him a stern warning, and tell him not to push his luck too far.

But Kangxi just frowned and said, "It's just a Western clock. If it's broken, it's broken. When have I ever been stingy with you?"

"If you still want to play, it's still available. Take it back and play with it."

Kangxi paused and said, "Don't say what you just said again. I can't bear to hear it. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

It took Yinzuo a long time to realize that what his royal father meant by "can't bear to hear" was that he was happy to say that he was not in good health and Kangxi was reluctant to punish him.

Seeing Kangxi frowning slightly and looking a little serious, Yinzuo turned his eyes away: "Oh."

Yinzuo pulled Kangxi aside and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take a break. Why don't you go with your son to look at the Western clock? Your Majesty, please help your son fix it. Let's see if you can fix it."

After fiddling with the Western clock with Yinzuo, Kangxi's slightly tense expression finally returned to normal.

Moreover, after Kangxi took over, the Western clock somehow worked again. Yinzuo firmly believed that his father was just a blind cat that had caught a dead mouse, but this time he didn't want to make his father unhappy, so he kept his words to himself.

He also praised his royal father and made him happy.

Although the Western clock was repaired, Yinzuo wanted to dismantle it completely because he was curious about what was inside. Kangxi waved his hand and let him dismantle it.

While playing, Yinzuo talked to Kangxi and asked, "Father, should I go to the study room in the future?"

Kangxi hummed and said, "How much have you read so far? You need to read more." At this time, Kangxi and Yinzuo did not say these things harshly. Instead, they spoke in gentle voices, almost coaxing them.

Taking advantage of the emperor's gentle tone, Yin Zuo seized the opportunity to ask, "Can my son go to the study room after breakfast?"

Kangxi paused, thinking that he would wait and see the situation at that time, but then he thought again, no matter how much he had recovered by then, Yinzuo's health was the most important thing and nothing else could compare to it. It would be better to let Yinzuo have less morning breeze, sleep more, and grow more weight than to read one more book.

So Kangxi nodded and agreed.

Yinzuo almost cheered.

Being sick isn't always a bad thing, but I dare not say that.

If he had said such things in the past, his royal father would have beaten him. Although his royal father didn't beat him now, he told him with a gloomy face that he felt bad, just like he did just now. This showed that he was better at controlling him than beating him!

(End of this chapter)