As the saying goes, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot. Even if Yinzhi and the others moved as fast as they could, could they be faster than Yinzuo? Just the few steps from Shufengxuan to Qingxi Book House, while Yinzhi and Yinreng were talking, Yinzuo had already arrived.
"Father, do you still care about your bandit sons? Do you think they are like this? I kindly invited them to the waterside pavilion to enjoy the snow and make tea, but they ate and took away everything. Now they are like a swarm of locusts, moving my inventory. Come on, Hongxu, tell me, Khanmafa, what is the current situation of our warehouse."
As the son of Kangxi's favorite son, Hongxu was also well-known in front of Kangxi. Thanks to Kangxi's love for his son, he was obviously familiar with Qingxi Book House and Kangxi, the Khan. When he saw his father asked him to explain the situation of his own warehouse to the Khan, the little guy naturally spoke without any hesitation.
"Hanmafa, Ama's storehouse was emptied by the eldest uncle, the second uncle, the fourth uncle, the ninth uncle, and brother Hongxi."
Let’s not talk about whether Yinzuo’s warehouse is empty or not. Let’s just say that little Hongxu’s way of expression is obviously inherited from his father. Yinzuo is obviously very satisfied with his son’s answer. As soon as Hongxu finished speaking, he took over.
"Father, your grandson is absolutely right. My warehouse was emptied by a group of them. They really went too far, especially my second brother. My eldest brother and his friends were at least alone, but my second brother was so unruly that he even dragged his son along. It's really like a father and son team fighting together."
There is no end to the lawsuits. These terrible lawsuits keep popping up every day and there is no end to them. Kangxi patiently listened to Yinzuo, the terrible son, complaining about his other even worse sons. Then he took off his glasses and handed them to Liang Jiugong who was waiting on the side. He pointed to the seat opposite him and motioned Yinzuo to come and sit down.
"Hongxu, it's been a while since I last saw you, Khanmafa. What have you been reading lately? How's your calligraphy going? Liang Jiugong, come over here and spread out the paper. Hongxu, write a few words so I can see how my dear grandson's handwriting is going."
Hey, mani, mani, I'm still complaining to you. Why are you writing about this before your case is even concluded? What's going on? Are you playing tricks on me? Could Yinzuo let his father change the subject so easily? Obviously not.
"Alas, why are you spreading paper and writing? Father, you haven't told me what to do with the storeroom that my eldest brother and his men have emptied out? Dexi, come here and take the little prince away to Fu Jin. Father, if you don't give me an explanation today, I won't let it go."
It is said that when one person succeeds, his family members will also prosper. Kangxi really had no way to deal with Yinzuo. He watched him put Hongxu in Dexi's arms and push the two of them out of the flower hall. He was so angry that he slammed the pen in his hand on the table and waved his hand to let Liang Jiugong retreat. After all, the person who needed to write had been taken away, so who would he use the paper for?
"Yinzuo, you bastard, I see that you are increasingly disregarding me. And your eldest brother and the others are becoming more and more troublesome as they get older. It's true that children are all debts. What's the point of me having you, these troublesome things?"
Seeing that Kangxi was so angry that he was fuming, Yinzuo couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Alas, if he had known that his father would be so angry, he would not have let Dexi take the little guy Hongxu away.
"Father, look at what you said. The reason why your son asked Dexi to take Hongxu away was for your sake. I was afraid that he would learn my unreasonable behavior. You also said that you have enough troublesome sons. I think you don't want another troublesome grandson. And you said that your son is paying less and less attention to you. This is not true. Think about it, his eyes are so small, how can he accommodate you? Your son has always cared about you."
Don’t think that when Kangxi gets angry, he puffs his beard and glares like an angry tiger, but what does Yinzuo do? His profession is to stroke tiger whiskers. Look, didn’t he smooth out his father’s whiskers in just a few words?
"Hmph, you bastard, you only have a good mouth. All you do all day is give me some potion. You say you care about me, but why don't you make me angry a few times and go over there and pour me a cup of tea, the kind that's neither too hot nor too cold, just right for me."
Yinzuo was familiar with the job of serving tea, after all, he had been punished to do this job many times before. Upon hearing this, he walked aside, took the teapot and cup and started tinkering with it. There were only two ways to make the tea neither too hot nor too cold. One was to let it cool naturally, and the other was to mix hot and cold. Yinzuo was best at the second method.
"Father, here comes the tea that's neither too hot nor too cold, just right for you. Please taste it and see if it's the right temperature. If not, I'll mix it for you."
Kangxi was delighted by Yinzuo's words, "I've always kept you in my heart," and naturally he wouldn't find fault with him. Seeing Yinzuo handing him the teacup, he raised his hand to take it, opened the lid, took a sip, and nodded slowly.
"Yes, it seems that having a troublesome son like you is not completely useless."
What does it mean that a little potato cannot help but be praised? Just look at Yinzuo. Even though he was just being humble and serving his father, Kangxi's words were still of some use to him. He started to show off again.
"That's not true, Father. Let me tell you, although we sons sometimes give you a hard time, if you think about it carefully, we're not completely useless. At least we can train your strength, challenge your temper, raise your voice, hold your breath, temper your will, and accelerate your aging. Your blood pressure is soaring. If you think about it this way, don't you think we sons make you even more upset?"
That's right. After hearing what Yinzuo said, Kangxi not only felt even more upset about his troublesome sons, but he now wanted to retrain them.
"Alright, stop arguing with me. Didn't you say your big brother and the others threw your stuff away? You and Liang Jiugong can go to my warehouse and look around. Take anything rare. I don't usually like to eat these miscellaneous things. Instead of piling them up in the warehouse, I might as well give them to you."
Look at what you said. If Yinzhi and the others heard it, they would be furious. What do you mean by "take away anything rare"? What do you mean by "it's better to give it to you than to keep it in the warehouse"? It really seems that he is your own son. Why didn't you say these words to comfort the child to us?
Fortunately, there were only Kangxi and his son Yinzuo and a group of servants in the Qingxi Study, so the news would not be spread to anyone, so Yinzhi and the others naturally had no way of knowing about it.
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