Dexi had served his master for decades, and the two of them had a tacit understanding. As soon as Yinzuo extended his hand, Dexi immediately handed over the feather duster in his hand.
As soon as Hongxu saw his father's attitude, he knew that he would not be able to escape the beating today. But there is a saying that goes, "Brave people enjoy the world first." If he admitted his mistake with a good attitude, maybe his father would relent and he would be spared the beating.
"Wait a minute, Father, listen to me. No, let me explain. Listen to my explanation. I really didn't come here on purpose to destroy these plum blossoms. I just thought it was cold out and it wouldn't be easy for my ancestors to go out, so I came here to pick a few flowers and give them to the old man as a filial tribute. Father, let me ask you, what's wrong with a son showing filial piety to his elders?"
Hey, this gives him a chance to quibble, and he even makes it sound justified? Yin Zuo glanced at Hong Xu, who was looking at him with his neck tilted back and an unconvinced look on his face, and he couldn't help but hit him next to him.
"There's nothing wrong with honoring your elders, but you're being too generous. There are only a few plum trees in this garden, and you've taken all of them. What else are people going to look at? Bare trees? Besides, you could just pick a few branches to show your filial piety to your ancestors, but you've almost plucked all the trees bare."
Hongxu was briefly panicked when Yinzuo hit his arm with a feather duster. After all, his father had never been very martial. But when he heard his father's words, he immediately became brave again.
"Father, you can't blame me for this. You said the ancestors gave it, so how could my mama be left out? My mama has given it, and if I don't give it to the other mamas, they will be so sad when they know it. The New Year is almost here, and if they are sad, how can I still get my New Year's money? If I don't have any New Year's money, what can I give you on your birthday?"
You won't believe it, you won't believe it, Hongxu's few words really convinced Yinzuo. Yes, the New Year is just around the corner, and according to custom, isn't this the time for reciprocity? When people give red envelopes to children, it's perfectly normal for children to give a few plum blossoms in return.
After finding a series of reasonable reasons for himself, Yinzuo's anger immediately disappeared. He put his arm around Hongxu's shoulders and said with a smile, "They are good brothers."
"Hongxu is right. Your mamas love you very much. We can't be partial to one and ignore the other. Okay, let's just let it go today. But remember, don't act like this in the future. Otherwise, if I catch you, I will never let you go."
It should be said that Hongxu is worthy of being Yinzuo's son. His way of thinking is exactly the same as his father's. Let's drink today and enjoy the present. Anyway, what happened today is in the past, and we can talk about the future later.
"Don't worry, my son will remember your words. I promise you that I will behave myself from now on and will never cause any trouble for you."
Although Hongxu's assurance to Yinzuo was not to be believed even by a single punctuation mark, who made him in a good mood at the moment? Anyway, this kid couldn't do anything wrong. Even if he said he was really a monkey, wasn't he still under the pressure of the Five Finger Mountain?
When the father and son returned to Kangxi's residence, there was no chaos, only the father's kindness and the son's filial piety. The scene was so harmonious that it was unbelievable.
"Hanmafa, look at these red plum blossoms, aren't they in full bloom? Your grandson just picked them out for you from the tree."
If Yinzuo had not been watching just now, he might have actually believed his nonsense. What's the point of carefully selecting it? It was obvious that he just picked it up from a tree before leaving.
Although this kid was fooling his father, Yinzuo was still a father after all, so he would not ruin his son's plan.
Kangxi favored Yinzuo, so naturally he loved his grandson Hongxu as well. Upon hearing this, he smiled and took the plum blossom handed to him by Hongxu, looked at it for a while, and then handed it to Liang Jiugong beside him, asking him to take it down and find a vase to put it in.
It was already late when Yinzuo finished taking a hot spring bath. After all this trouble, it was already completely dark outside. Wanquan had urged for dinner the moment Yinzuo brought Hongxu in. It was delivered while Kangxi and the others were talking.
Other imperial grandchildren rarely saw Kangxi throughout the year, so they were inevitably a little restrained in front of him, but this obviously did not include Hongxu. This kid was Yinzuo's only child. Although the favor he received from Kangxi could not be compared with that of his father, he could easily surpass all his cousins and a group of imperial uncles.
"Father, the chef in the imperial kitchen is really good. The braised pork here is really good and much tastier than the one in our mansion. Khanmafa, can you give this chef to me when we get back?"
Kangxi himself was not very fond of food. In his opinion, if his grandson wanted to give the chef a meal, then so be it. But before he could open his mouth, his beloved son refused on his behalf.
"What are you thinking, kid? I, your father, personally trained this royal chef, and you're leaving just like that? I'm telling you, no way. Hurry up and eat, and then get back to your place. You'd better behave yourself from now on. If I find out you mess around again, I'll never forgive you."
Asking for his cook, what a joke! Although it seems like a matter of transferring from one hand to the other, the difference is huge.
You have to know that Yinzuo was Kangxi's beloved son, and he would take him with him wherever he went. All year round, Yinzuo either lived in Changchun Garden or followed his father everywhere. How many days did he stay in the palace a year? If Hongxu really asked his chef to leave, what would he do with his food in the future? Training a chef is not an easy job.
Seeing that Kangxi remained silent after hearing what Yinzuo said, Hongxu knew that there was no hope for today's matter. He knew who was more important to his Khan, him or his father, and Hongxu had this self-awareness.
After dinner, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren rested for a while. Yinzuo took his father for a few laps around the house to help digest the food, and then took Hongxu to say goodbye to his father.
As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. Yinzuo knew exactly what kind of person his son was. Before parting, he pulled people aside to warn him, and then asked Dexi to personally take people to send Hongxu back.
Yinzuo's sleep quality was excellent. After returning home, he simply washed up and fell into bed, sleeping until noon the next day.
"Xiao Liu, the sun is blazing down on your butt outside. Are you still lying in bed? Hurry up and get up. The weather is nice outside today. Get up and eat something. We'll go ride outside later. I heard the stewed goose here is delicious. How about having that for lunch?"
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