Of course, princes like Yinzhi were not comparable to the ministers below, especially Yinzhi and Yinreng, who often appeared in front of Kangxi. It could be said that they would receive the word "Fu" from Kangxi every year. However, it was the first time that He Zhong heard his grandfather order them to frame the characters and hang them in the study.
But isn't that what they say? Curiosity kills the cat. As a servant, the most taboo thing is to be clever and speculate on the master's thoughts. He Zhongneng, who had served Yinreng for so many years, naturally understood this principle. Upon hearing this, he simply nodded to show that he understood, and then retreated with the blessing character.
Yinzuo was tired after a whole day, and Wanquan felt comfortable massaging his shoulders. He actually fell asleep after being relaxed like this. When it was time for dinner, Kangxi saw that he was sleeping soundly and did not ask anyone to wake him up. He ordered Wanquan to remove the kang table from the couch, and asked someone to get pillows and quilts from the side hall. He personally helped Yinzuo lie down, pulled the quilt over him, and then went to the dining hall next door for dinner with Liang Jiugong's guidance.
Yinzuo slept until noon the next day. He sat up from the bed, stretched, rubbed his eyes and looked around, only to find that he had slept in the flower hall yesterday.
If he were in his bedroom in the side hall, Yinzuo would have stayed in bed for a while even if he woke up. But now that he found himself in this flower hall, he gave up the idea of continuing to sleep, moved his body to sit on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to call Wanquan, who had heard the sound and was standing at the door, to come over.
"Wanquan, what time is it now? When did Khan Ama get up? He's in the study now, isn't he?"
In fact, Yinzuo's last sentence was just for the sake of conversation. After all, if there were no unexpected circumstances, Kangxi's daily wake-up time was almost fixed. Since he occupied the bed in the flower hall, wouldn't Kangxi have to go to the study to handle official business?
"Your Highness, it's almost noon now. Your Highness is in the study with the Crown Prince. Would you like to eat something first or go to the study now?"
Wan Quan helped Yinzuo change his clothes with swift hands, then raised his hand to call the palace servant waiting outside the door to bring in water to help Yinzuo wash up. He then went to the side and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Yinzuo to rinse his mouth after he finished washing up.
It was almost noon, which meant it would be lunch time soon. Yinzuo naturally had no need to eat at this time. The study was only a few steps away from the flower hall. Yinzuo had been in the Qianqing Palace for so many years that he could find his way there even with his eyes closed.
"Father, I'm saying that your hobby is a bit niche. When my second brother was the crown prince, you liked to play chess with him. Now that my fourth brother is the crown prince, you're playing chess with him again. So, it seems that if you want to be your crown prince, you have to be really good at chess."
Both Kangxi and Yinzhen knew exactly what kind of person Yinzuo was, and they were obviously accustomed to his habit of making shocking remarks from time to time.
Hearing what Yinzuo said, Kangxi just raised his hand and glanced at him, and then his gaze returned to the chessboard in front of him. Kangxi and Yinzhen ignored him, and Yinzuo did not feel embarrassed. He wandered to Kangxi's side and leaned over to look at the chessboard, then walked to the side, pulled a chair over, and squeezed next to Kangxi.
"Father, you're wrong, you should put this one here. Look, if you do that, you can kill all of Fourth Brother's gang..."
Let's not talk about the saying "a true gentleman watches a chess game without saying a word"; let's just say, how can you, a half-baked and poor chess player, get the confidence to think you can instruct me based on your limited experience of always losing at chess? With Yinzuo interfering, the game between Kangxi and Yinzhen quickly came to an end.
"Sixth brother, if you're really free, can you go for a walk outside? Or go find a book to kill time. Look, you've ruined my originally good game of chess..."
Kangxi was already a little agitated by Yinzuo's disruption, but when Yinzhen spoke, the old father's protective nature immediately came out. Yinzhen threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess box in annoyance, and Kangxi spoke up.
"Let's just mess it up. We've been playing chess for the whole morning, so it's a good time to take a break. Yinzuo, you slept without dinner yesterday, so you must be hungry now. Is there anything you want to eat for lunch?"
Haha, as they say, comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away. After all this trouble, he didn't get any scolding, but look, he even ordered the dishes. Yinzhen raised his eyes and looked at his father sitting opposite him, who was smiling and watching Yinzuo ordering the dishes. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - it serves him right. It seems that he didn't cause enough trouble to you in the past.
After a lunch of loving father and filial son, Yinzhen didn't want to stay in the Palace of Heavenly Purity for even a minute. He stood up, bowed to Kangxi and said goodbye, then walked out without looking back.
New Year's Eve is in two days, and Kangxi has a lot of things to do. Yinzuo didn't feel sleepy at this moment after sleeping for a whole night and a whole morning. The father and son rested for a while after dinner, and then one went into the study to continue working, while the other took his people out of the Palace of Heavenly Purity.
"Where are we going? Big Brother and the others definitely don't have much time to play with me right now. Hongxi and Hongyu have been getting busier since they got their jobs. Hongxu makes my temples hurt just by looking at him. Dexi, how about we go to my mother's palace?"
It is said that enemies will always meet. Yinzuo had just said that he felt pain in his temples when he saw Hongxu. But when he entered Yonghe Palace, he saw his son, Hongming, the fourteenth son, destroying his mother's pots of flowers in the yard.
"Hongxu, have you forgotten what you promised your father? Didn't you agree not to mess around? Don't you know that the pot of golden chrysanthemums you are picking now is your mother's favorite?"
Although Hongxu, the grandson, could not compare with Yinzuo, the son of Kangxi, he felt that his status in front of his mother should be slightly higher than that of his father. Upon hearing this, he waved the flower in his hand towards Yinzuo and replied loudly.
"Father, I'm not fooling around. If you don't believe me, ask Hongming. We only came here to pick flowers after asking Mama for permission."
Well, it turns out they were waiting for him here. Since the two grandfather and grandson were willing to fight, Yinzuo didn't bother to get involved. He walked up to Hongxu and Hongming, raised his hand and gave each of them a slap on the face before walking into the hall.
"Mother, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look younger and prettier. If you keep up this way, I'm afraid I won't even recognize you the next time I see you."
Although I know that Yinzuo is talking nonsense, but the saying still applies: don't hit someone who smiles at you. Besides, what woman doesn't like others to praise her youth and beauty?
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