On a trip to Yunjin Garden, Yinzhi gained calligraphy and paintings, Yinzuo got a cook, and as for Yin'er, it wasn't like he gained nothing either; didn't he also learn a lesson? In short, a world where everyone is happy, but only Yin'er is hurt is achieved...
Although Yinzuo said that Yin'er deserved it, after returning to Shufengxuan, he still asked Dexi to deliver Su Shi's wood and stone painting to Yin'er when he delivered the peace note to Yinzhi. As the saying goes, one autumn rain brings one chill. After several consecutive rains, the weather had become completely cold. Yinzuo was indeed a lucky man wherever he went. He caught a cold as soon as the weather turned cold.
“Puff~~”
Yinzuo threw the handkerchief he had used to blow his nose into the bamboo basket beside him, then raised his hand and picked up another handkerchief from the table next to him and held it in his hand for emergency use. Kangxi, who was sitting opposite him, was distracted by the sound of Yinzuo blowing his nose continuously and had no intention of dealing with the pile of memorials in front of him. In the end, he simply put down the pen in his hand and called Liang Jiugong, who was circling around Yinzuo, to come over.
"Go and deliver the pile of memorials on my desk to the Crown Prince. In the next few days, all memorials from the capital should also be delivered to the Crown Prince. Yinzuo, if you really feel uncomfortable, lie down and take a nap. Doctor Wang will bring the medicine soon. This time, I will personally watch you drink it. I want to see if you still keep pretending to obey."
Yinzuo's current condition can be described in one sentence: the knife hurts his throat and the cement blocks his nose. Forget lying down to sleep. Even when he sits, he has to breathe with his mouth open like a fish. People are naturally pretentious when they are sick. In addition, Yinzuo has always been unscrupulous in front of Kangxi. My goodness, it's okay for his father to despise him.
"Father, am I still your favorite child? It's fine if you don't feel sorry for me because I'm in so much pain, but how can you still despise me? My son has to open his mouth to breathe when he sits like this, let alone lie down. Okay, since you despise your son, then I won't be a bother to you here. Just let me go back to my Shufengxuan and let myself fend for myself..."
If Yinzuo hadn't been ill, Kangxi would have slapped him a few times. When had he ever said he disliked him? If he really disliked him, wouldn't he have brought him to Qingxi Library to personally monitor him after knowing Yinzuo was ill? This heartless little guy... Never mind. For the sake of his illness, I won't argue with him...
"Alright, go back and lie down quickly. The fever has just subsided. If you get more restless, you'll suffer. You're an adult, but you're afraid of the bitterness of medicine like a child. If Hongxu knew about this, he would definitely laugh at you. When the medicine is delivered later, don't make excuses like you did before, otherwise I'll have someone force you to drink it."
Yinzuo has lived in the Qing Dynasty for so many years that his memories of the modern era have become somewhat blurred with the passage of time. If he were to say what is worth his nostalgia for the modern era, he would think of the relatives and friends whom he would never see again, and the Western medicines that he would think of every time he was sick and took medicine. It’s not that Yinzuo cannot endure hardship, but this disease comes like a mountain falling and goes like a thread being pulled out. Which good person can take medicine three times a day for several days without changing his expression? He only took it for one or two days and felt that he could not hold on any longer.
Although Kangxi usually spoiled Yinzuo, he was always hard-hearted when it came to taking medicine. No matter what tricks Yinzuo used, his father remained unmoved.
"Yinzuo, I'm giving you two choices now. One, pick up the bowl and drink the medicine obediently. Father will ask Liang Jiugong to get you some candied fruit. Two, I'll have someone come in and hold you down. Then I'll pry open your mouth and force the medicine down your throat. And then you can't even think about eating the candied fruit. Think carefully about which one you'll choose."
Is this even worth considering? Yinzuo was so savvy, he would definitely choose one. But even though he made this choice, facing the large bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup, Yinzuo still felt sympathetic. He held the bowl of medicine and stared at his father for a long time. Seeing that Kangxi showed no sign of relenting, he took a deep breath, held his breath, and put the bowl to his mouth.
"I remember when you were little, it wasn't this hard for you to take medicine. Why are you getting worse as you get older? Look at how hard you are on the medicine. It's like being tortured. Liang Jiugong, quickly go get that candied fruit for your Sixth Master to sweeten his mouth."
The candied fruit in the small white porcelain dish was too exquisite. Of course, this exquisiteness did not refer to the candied fruit itself, but its quantity. Yinzuo took the small porcelain dish, reached out and pinched one and put it in his mouth. The sweetness of the candied fruit quickly neutralized the bitterness in his mouth, and Yinzuo's frown finally relaxed.
"Khan Ama also said that when your son was little, he was afraid of you. You were so fierce, but you didn't realize it. You thought you were very gentle, but when you smiled, you looked like Grandma Wolf. Do you know what Grandma Wolf is? It's a big bad wolf that disguises itself as a child's relative..."
Well, once Yinzuo said this, even though he was still a sick man, he was going to get beaten. Our Prince Zhao covered his forehead, where his father had hit him so hard, and dared not say a word. It wasn't because he was afraid of Kangxi, but because his father's fingers were still raised. He was afraid that if he said another word, the second blow would fall on his head. Seeing that Yinzuo was obedient, Kangxi finally let go of his hand.
"Hmph, you act like you're afraid of me. How can I remember you even daring to come and negotiate with me when you were not even as tall as this chair? Do you want me to help you recall how the class schedule in your Shangshufang was changed, and how you got your ten-day holiday..."
How did I get it? Of course I fought for it with my own strength. I have to say that Yinzuo and Kangxi have been together for a long time, and he has unknowingly picked up some of his father's habits. Look at the tone and movements of Kangxi's speech, don't you think they are familiar? Isn't it exactly the same as when Yinzuo scolded Yin'er a few days ago?
After all, Yinzuo was still sick, and he soon began to feel sleepy after drinking the medicine. Kangxi asked all the palace servants to leave, leaving only Liang Jiugong to serve him. The huge Qingxi Study became quiet in an instant.
Yinzuo slept well, not knowing whether it was because of the good rest or the effect of the medicine he drank before, but after waking up, Yinzuo felt that his head, which had been dizzy before, was much clearer. During dinner, Yinzuo had a good appetite and he ate with relish. Kangxi, who had been in a bad mood for the past two days because of Yinzuo's illness, seemed to be in a much brighter mood.
But the same thing goes, Yinzuo obviously overestimated his small body. Not long after dinner, our Prince Zhao had a fever again. This fever was serious. The originally quiet Qingxi Study suddenly became lively. Everyone was relieved until Doctor Wang came to take Yinzuo's pulse and confirmed that he was fine.
"Yinzuo, after you recover from this illness, I will ask your eldest brother to take you to exercise. Look at my weak body. Not to mention your eldest brother, Fourteen and the others, even your third brother is probably much stronger than you."
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