As soon as Kangxi said this, Yinzhi and others who were queuing to leave stumbled and almost fell like snakes. Of course, as the snake in question... no, the person involved, Yinzuo was not in a better situation either. He was so frightened by his father's words that he bumped his head onto his fifth brother's back.
"Father, what are you doing? Eunuch Liang has a weak leg, but don't you still have Eunuch Wan here? Even if things get worse, don't you still have a lot of guards here? How can it be your son's turn to help you? Besides, my eldest brother and the others have gone to work, and your son is the only one hanging around here. Aren't you just making him hate you?"
Yinzuo's words were obviously widely recognized by Yinzhi, Yinzhi and others. They all looked at their biased father with one eye. The meaning they wanted to express in their eyes was also very clear: Khan Ama, what you said is absolutely right. You are really adding to his hatred by doing this.
Who was Kangxi? He was an iron-blooded emperor who ascended the throne at the age of eight, worked diligently at the age of fourteen, captured Oboi, destroyed the Three Feudatories, recovered Taiwan, and sent troops to pacify the Dzungar Khanate, achieving unparalleled feats. The looks of those little brats like Yinzhen, who thought they were full of oppression, were nothing to him. Haha, today his hatred was set. Could these little bastards really turn the tables?
"It's settled. Yinzuo, come here. Yinzhi, Yinreng, take them out. According to past custom, from south to north, each one will receive a piece according to their seniority. No one should think of slacking off."
It was a rare occasion for the brothers to unite, but in the end, the result was not as good as expected. Facing such a domineering and unreasonable father, what could Yinzhen and his friends do? Everyone turned their heads to look at Yinzuo, who was standing beside Kangxi with an obedient face, and sighed in unison, then turned and walked out of the house.
"Father, did you see that? The expression on Little Sixteen's face when he left just now was truly amazing. The phrase 'wanting to cry but having no tears' is the very embodiment of him. Father, tell me the truth, is there something seriously wrong with my son's body? It's okay, just tell me. My son has a pretty good tolerance. No matter what the outcome, he won't be devastated!"
The well-behaved and obedient side that Yinzuo had shown before was indeed a false appearance. As soon as Yinzhi and Yinreng and their brothers left, he lost control of himself. Kangxi looked at Yinzuo who was sitting on a chair with his arms around his knees and talking nonsense, and his brows furrowed. After all, he had been Yinzuo's father for so many years, so how could he not know what his little actions meant? This kid said that he was not nervous or afraid, but his subconscious action of sitting with his knees around him showed that he was actually not as calm as he said.
"What nonsense are you talking about? What could possibly happen to your young body? Since you're asking this, I think you probably know that Doctor Wang came after you fell asleep. There's no need to be nervous. There's nothing wrong with your body. The reason you often suffer from insomnia is because you worked too hard at the Ministry of Revenue and suffered too much loss. This is not a big problem. I have already instructed Doctor Wang to take care of your body. As long as you cooperate, I think you will recover in no time!"
Cooperate? That was really embarrassing. Yinzuo said he couldn't cooperate at all on this matter. He didn't know if it was because he had always made Doctor Wang and his grandmother look at each other from time to time since he was a child. Anyway, every time Doctor Wang prescribed him a medicine, it would make Yinzuo burst into tears on the spot. The four words "conditioning the body" conveyed a sense of relaxation that slow work produces fine results. Yinzuo would be a fool to agree to cooperate with him.
"Father, you know how difficult it is for your son to take medicine. Restoring his health isn't something that can be done overnight. Just thinking about having to drink the bitter medicine for who knows how many days straight makes him feel sick and his stomach churns. If you insist on keeping him on this medicine for that long, it's really going to kill him."
Just as Kangxi understood Yinzuo, Yinzuo also understood his father. He knew very well that at this moment it would be better to come straight to the point instead of talking nonsense with his father. After all, he had limited chips in his hand. There were only two ways to make Kangxi take back his decision. One was to pester him and make unreasonable demands, and the other was to use his ultimate skill of sincerity.
Isn't there a saying that sincerity plus any other card is a trump card? Kangxi was already very fond of Yinzuo, and now he felt guilty about him. Knowing that Yinzuo was very resistant to taking the medicine, how could he have the heart to force him? So the old father frowned and thought for a long time, and came up with a solution that he thought was the best of both worlds.
"Since you don't want to take the medicine, I won't force you. They say that food supplements are worse than medicine. You don't usually enjoy eating novelty foods, so I'll find a chef who's good at making medicinal food and send it to you. This way, not only can I satisfy your appetite, but I can also regulate your body. It's really killing two birds with one stone..."
If he hadn't been afraid that refusing out loud would hurt his father's deep love for him, Yinzuo would have turned it down the moment he heard the word "medicated diet". It's true that he loves to eat and usually likes to try some special dishes from different regions, but that doesn't mean he likes to eat medicinal diet. Doesn't adding medicinal ingredients to food make it no longer medicinal? Can its taste be changed? In Yinzuo's opinion, this is simply impossible. Not only will its taste not change, but its bitterness will also transfer.
Kangxi attached great importance to farming. He would go to the fields to do the farming himself every spring, and this year would be no exception. As Yinzuo was his handpicked handyman, he naturally had to serve and follow Kangxi. Kangxi had repeated the task of transplanting rice seedlings almost every year since the year he ascended the throne. Over the past few decades, he could at least beat Yinzuo in seconds, not to mention those veterans in the fields. He was said to be doing handymen, but when he really got to the fields, Yinzuo found that he was useless. His father could do the transplanting alone without his help, and Liang Jiugong, who had difficulty walking, rushed to do the job of serving tea and water. After a round, Yinzuo felt that the most suitable position for him was to be a well-behaved mascot full of positive energy, with the main focus on maximizing emotional value.
"Alas, how can I be so lucky? Looking back at thousands of years of Chinese history, even if I search through all the historical books, I'm afraid I won't find many emperors as perfect as my father. Look, not only is he a good emperor, he also excels in civil and military affairs. He also plants the rice seedlings well, straight and level, and looks energetic. Most importantly, he loves his son..."
Yinzuo's voice was quite loud, and if Kangxi could hear it, Yinzhi and the others could hear it too. Looking at Yinzuo, Yinzhi, and Yinreng, who was sitting on the edge of the field, smiling broadly and praising his father, the same word suddenly came to their minds: flatterer. After they finished chirping Yinzuo, they looked at their father, who was so happy to be coaxed by Yinzuo, and there were only two words on their minds: haha.
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