Although Yinzuo had made his choice, he still felt a little regretful that he could not live in Ruyizhou. Kangxi could not bear to see Yinzuo's lost look the most. Seeing him sitting there listlessly for a long time without a happy face, Kangxi could only sigh helplessly and resigned himself to his fate to coax his living ancestor.
"Okay, seeing how little you've accomplished, you just want to move to Ruyi Continent, don't you? It's hard to say. Anyway, we're not in a hurry to go back now that we're here. If you like Ruyi Continent, I'll give it to you. When the weather gets warmer, I'll allow you to move there. It's so cold this time, and you can't stand the cold, so just stay in the West Residence for now. Besides, don't you see, your second brother lives in the East Residence? He didn't even clamor to move. Why are you the only one who's making so much trouble? I think you've been spoiled..."
Just as Kangxi finished speaking, Yinreng happened to come in from outside. Having overheard his father's words, Yinreng wanted to say one thing at this moment: "You know that Xiaoliu's character is spoiled by others? Let's say, is there such a possibility that the way he treats you now is all because of your own faults?"
Yinzuo's mind was now filled with one sentence that kept repeating over and over again: rich, rich, rich, his father was going to give him Ruyi Island, which was the largest island in the Mountain Resort. The Misty Rain Tower, the cool and refreshing feeling, the fragrant water and beautiful rocks, the Yanxun Mountain Pavilion, oh, oh, all of them.
Yinzuo has always been good at expressing his enthusiasm. At this moment, he was so excited that he went straight forward and gave his father a big hug. That was not all. His father also kept pouring sweet talk into his father's mouth as if it were free.
"As expected, there is only one good person in this world, Ama. Being able to be reborn as your son in this life is my greatest blessing. Ama, you are simply my superhero and the person your son loves most in this life..."
Good man, this is both "There is only one good father in the world" and "a superhero". Yinzuo's free flattery really made his old father Kangxi almost lose his mind. Yinreng looked at the father and son who were getting along happily not far away, and at this moment he had only one thought in his mind - I learned it. Let's not talk about the recipe of Yinzuo's love potion first. In order to achieve his effect, one must first have a thick skin. Such corny words are really not something that everyone can say easily.
The weather in Chengde is colder than in the capital, and the probability of snow is much higher than in the capital. Although the snow on the mountain is now enough for skiing, it is so cold now that Kangxi is naturally worried about letting his sons go into the mountains.
It is now the coldest time of the year, and water can freeze into ice outside. Since Kangxi told them not to go out, Yinzuo is not in a hurry. After all, it is still a long way from spring when flowers bloom and the ice and snow melt.
Moreover, this summer resort covers a vast area, and Yinzuo has never been there before. If he were to be taken around and shown around, he would probably find it boring.
Although the West Residence where Yinzuo lived did not cover a large area, it had its own small courtyard. Yinzuo had people use oilcloth to seal off most of the courtyard and put up a thick tent underneath. This provided him with an extra place to move around.
It was already the beginning of the twelfth lunar month when Yinzuo and his companions left the capital. It took them five or six days to get here. After settling into the farm, they took some time to adapt. Before they knew it, it was the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month.
In the past, when people were in the capital, a grand shaman worship ceremony would be held in the Tiangong Palace on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. The traditional Kitchen God worship ceremony would be held the next day, the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Although he was in Rehe this year, and even though he knew that the palace would hold these ceremonies according to previous practices, Kangxi had no intention of skipping this procedure. Early in the morning of the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, he took his group of sons to the Jinshan God Pavilion in the Mountain Resort, where they held a relatively small ceremony to worship the sky.
Yinzuo was woken up from his bed by Dexi early in the morning. After changing his clothes and washing up in a daze, he went to Yanbo Zhishuang Palace to meet his father. Then he rode in a sedan chair and wobbled all the way to the top of the Golden Mountain. Only after he followed his father step by step to complete all the worship ceremonies did he feel a little better.
On the way back, the ancestor said that he would never ride in a sedan chair no matter what. Kangxi spoiled him, and seeing that he insisted on doing so, he did not force him. He had someone carry the sedan chair and follow behind them. The father and son walked and looked around as they headed towards the Yanbo Zhishuang Palace.
"Father, I heard that you had this Jinshan Temple built after the Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang. Do you know what I think of when you mention the Jinshan Temple?"
How could Kangxi, as Yinzuo's father, not know what kind of character he was? He knew from the moment he heard his words that this kid must be up to no good again. In order not to affect his good mood for the day, Kangxi simply ignored him and turned to discuss the scenery along the way with Yinreng.
Is Yinzuo the kind of person who gives up so easily? He obviously isn't. So what if no one cooperates? He can still finish this drama alone. He walked over to Yinzhi in two or three steps, raised his hand and put his arm around his elder brother's shoulder, and asked the same question again.
Did Yinzhen want to imitate Kangxi and ignore Yinzuo's questions? But now that someone was holding his shoulders, he had to run away even if he wanted to. After thinking it over, he decided it would be better to cooperate a little. After all, if he angered this ancestor, he would easily end up in trouble.
"Okay, since you're asking this question, Xiaoliu, I'd like to hear what you think of this Golden Mountain God Pavilion."
Yinzuo was waiting for his elder brother to say this. As soon as Yinzhi finished speaking, singing started from his side.
"Water of West Lake, my tears, I would rather turn into a ball of flame with you. Ahhhh~ Seeing this Jinshan God's Pavilion reminds me of its prototype, the Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang. You said that Bai Suzhen, a snake from Sichuan, fought with an old monk from Henan for a man from Hangzhou, and finally flooded the Jinshan Temple in Jiangnan Province. Alas, in the final analysis, this matter should be blamed on that old bald donkey Fahai. How could he, a monk with pure six senses, understand love..."
Although Kangxi had no intention of paying attention to Yinzuo, he kept his ears perked up to pay attention to what was happening over there. When Yinzuo said this, even though he had been mentally prepared, Kangxi couldn't help laughing out loud. He raised his hand and beckoned Yinzuo, who looked regretful, to his side, and gently poked his hat-covered forehead a few times.
"I knew you were up to no good. In my opinion, your elder brother was just wasting his time paying attention to you."
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