"Sixth Uncle, don't the poems describe spring rain as precious as oil, moistening everything silently? But no matter how I look at it, I don't think this spring rain is that precious. It's been falling sporadically for several days now, right? It's made everything wet and sticky. If it weren't sunny, I think I'd go moldy."
Who says not? Yinzuo looked at the dense rain outside the window and felt worried. When would this rain stop? For Yinzuo, being wet and sticky everywhere was secondary. The most important thing was that if the sky didn't clear up, his Shufengxuan would be demolished by these little bastards.
"Hongqing, don't let Sixth Uncle tell you that your literary skills really need to be improved. When other people see spring rain, they usually think of elegant lines like 'The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the endless drizzle is as fine as sorrow, the rain from the apricot blossoms wets my clothes, the wind from the willows blows on my face without making me feel cold'. At the very least, they can think of beautiful lines like 'Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, countless pavilions and towers in the mist and rain'. But what is the first thing that comes to your mind? The spring rain is as precious as oil, it flows all over the street, it makes Scholar Jie fall down, and it makes a group of cows laugh. If your father knew about this, he would probably call you vulgar."
No, how could a simple expression of my feeling be considered vulgar? And if you're not vulgar, then why are you so familiar with this doggerel? I did say at the beginning that spring rain is as precious as oil, but uncle, you only listen to what you want to hear, don't you? You didn't even mention my subsequent line, "It moistens everything silently." A good rain knows its season, and it arrives in spring. It creeps into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently. Anyone who hears this line would be struck by the word "elegant."
Although Hong Qing was so angry with his sixth uncle in his heart, he didn't dare to refute a single word. Not only could he not refute, he even had to continue with what his sixth uncle had just said and not let the words fall on the surface.
"Sixth uncle is right. My nephew's poetry skills really need to be improved. I heard that when I was a child, my sixth uncle was very hardworking and diligent. I wonder if my sixth uncle has any good learning experience that he can pass on to my nephew..."
As soon as Hongqing said this, except for Yinzuo, the person involved, Yin'er, Yin?, Hongxi, Hongyu, and Honghui who were sitting nearby drinking tea all looked at him. The message they wanted to express in their eyes when they looked at Hongqing was surprisingly consistent: That's right, little nephew (big brother), just based on what you just said, you are really asking for death.
Hong Qing wasn't stupid. He knew the damage was done after he said it. But as the saying goes, once words are spoken, it's hard to take them back. Since spilled water is hard to take back, it seems that there is only one way for Hong Qing now...
"Sixth Uncle, I know I spoke out of turn just now, and I don't dare ask for your forgiveness. But can we have a discussion? If you are angry and want to punish me, can I not make me stand on a stool and do horse stance? How about this, I will lie on the ground and let you spank me with a ruler. If you still refuse to forgive me, two spankings will do..."
Yin'er, Yin? They'd thought they'd get to see some fun, but Hongqing's admission of weakness meant they couldn't watch any of it. Everyone's faces showed a hint of regret. Yinzuo hadn't expected Hongqing to be so understanding. He raised his hand and pushed his head, which was in front of him, with a sullen smile.
"You are quite adaptable, it seems that these years of following your sixth uncle have not been in vain. As the saying goes, if you live under the green mountains, you will never be short of firewood. As for people, you should admit defeat when you should. You are quite courageous and thick-skinned, just like me back then. You may not know that I was not a good student in the Shangshufang back then, and the word hard work has nothing to do with me..."
Yes, this is the most infuriating thing. He's always late and leaves early, truants in class, and is lazy and tired. But even so, his academic performance is still far ahead of his peers, leaving them far behind. They always say they are the king of exams, haha, but when it comes to exams, who can surpass him...
Yinzuo simply didn't know what Yinlu, Yin?, and the others were thinking, otherwise he would have immediately stood up and acted out a Dou E injustice for them. Alas, wasn't he forced into a situation where he had no other choice? His father was about to put him on the fire, and how could he just sit there and wait to be roasted? Don't they say that my fate is in my own hands? Since it's a matter of personal destiny that even heaven can't decide, how could he let his father, the emperor, decide his life and death? Look, all his efforts back then have become the blessing he has today. Between being an important grindstone and being lost in the crowd, he has fought for a third path for himself, becoming the envy of everyone today - an important daddy's boy...
The people in the pavilion stopped making noise after a while, but the drizzle outside showed no sign of stopping. Yin'er held Hongxu and stood under the eaves of the pavilion, reaching out to catch the water droplets dripping from above. The little guy's crisp laughter echoed around the pavilion, which calmed the mood of everyone who was annoyed by the rainy weather for several days.
"Ah, it's really good to be a child. You can be carefree every day. Look, just now this little guy was pretending to be the fourth uncle with a stern face, but now a string of rain curtains has coaxed him into smiling."
Upon hearing this, Yinzuo looked at his son who was happily playing in the water in Yin'er's arms, then raised his hand and slapped his eldest nephew on the back of the head.
"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, so why do you force yourself to be sad just to compose new poems? How old are you now? Aren't you still a child? You should be at the age of youth and vigor, but you deserve a beating for being so melancholic. Hongxi, come here and take this kid away. I think you're just bored. Since it's raining outside and you can't go out, why don't you find some work for you indoors? Dexi, go to the kitchen and ask them to cut some meat for skewers and send it over. Remember to have a variety of them. Pick up some vegetables and fruits and send them over too. Later, go and invite the prince and the others over..."
If you asked Hongxi and the others to do other work, they might resist, but when you asked them to personally turn the ingredients into dinner, they were so proactive. Not to mention the older ones like Hongxi, Hongyu, Hongqing, and Honghui, even the little one Hongxu followed his brothers and grabbed the meat to help thread the skewers.
"Hey, my little ancestor, please stop making trouble here, okay? Listen to me, let's put down these bamboo sticks first. They are dangerous, and you are too small to help. Otherwise, I will ask someone to bring you a basin, and you can go wash potatoes and play."
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