It has been said before that Kangxi could see everything that happened in Changchun Garden. Naturally, the people below reported the destruction of the Peony Garden immediately. It was just as Yinzuo guessed, Kangxi didn't take it to heart at all. It was just a few peonies, he could just have someone plant them later.
As soon as Yinzuo, Yin'er and the little guy Hongxun entered Qingxi Study, Kangxi knew the purpose of their visit. He waved his hand to exempt the three of them from the formalities, pointed to the chairs in the hall, and signaled them to find a place to sit down. He then turned his attention to the memorial in his hand.
Just now at the door of Qingxi Book House, Yinzuo had someone let him down from the recliner. He had been supported by Yin'er all the way here as he limped along. Although he didn't feel tired in his legs, his injured ankle still felt a little uncomfortable.
He has always been very relaxed with Kangxi, and since there was no one else in the room, he simply stood up and, holding onto the furnishings in the hall, slowly moved to the side of the bed where his father was sitting. Then he took off his shoes, threw off his socks, and sat down directly on the bed.
"Father, why are you so unwilling to listen to advice? I haven't told you before that you are old now and you should pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Judging from the thickness of these memorials, you must have been sitting here for quite some time. It's just right that Xiaojiu brought the children here to apologize to you. How about we take a break first?"
Although Yinzuo was asking for Kangxi's opinion, his actions were very firm. Not only did he reach out and take the memorial from Kangxi's hand, he even raised his hand and took off the glasses on Kangxi's nose.
Kangxi was obviously accustomed to Yinzuo's obvious presumptuous behavior. He was not angry when Yinzuo took off his glasses and took away the memorials. He just reached out and poked Yinzuo's forehead a few times, and then he let it go.
"Yin'er, your son is indeed a bit naughty. Considering that he is still young, let's just let this matter go. Take him home and discipline him well. You must not let him develop a bad temper..."
When Yinzhen came here, he thought this hurdle would be quite difficult. Unexpectedly, his Khan Ama was just as his sixth brother said, and had no intention of making a fuss with Hongxun. At this point, Yinzhen's heart, which had been hanging in his heart, was finally put down completely.
"I thank you, Khan. Don't worry, I will discipline this boy strictly in the future and change his temper."
Although the little guy Hongxun is small in stature, he is very shrewd. When he heard Kangxi's words, he knew that he had landed safely today. After hearing his father's assurance, he immediately walked over, knelt down and followed his father's assurance.
"Hanmafa, this time it was all my fault. I promise you that I will listen carefully to my father's teachings and never do such a thing again..."
Although Kangxi was always critical of his sons, he seemed much kinder to his grandchildren. After listening to Hongxun's words, he smiled and nodded at him, then raised his hand to signal the two people kneeling below to stand up.
"Alright, this isn't a big deal. It's still raining outside, Yinzhen, stop kneeling here. Hurry and take the child back..."
Kangxi still had a lot of memorials to review, so naturally he didn't have time to chat with Yinzhen and his son. After chatting for a few words, he sent them away. Yinzuo leaned his chin on the couch and watched Yinzhen take the child out without moving. He was stunned for a long time before he picked up a memorial that Kangxi had processed from the table and began to read it.
"Father, how have these people managed to remain so timid for decades? They have to talk for a long time before even telling you the smallest thing. But they are quite good at flattering you. Look, it's still a year away from your 600,000th birthday, and they're already thinking about how to organize a birthday banquet for you."
Yinzuo has always known his limits. The memorials he read were naturally those insignificant memorials of greeting. Yinzuo was not interested in those ornate articles. What he found interesting were the replies Kangxi gave to these people. The reply from Kangxi in his hand translated into plain language was like this: Just do your own job well and worry less about other things.
Yinzuo hadn't slept well these days because of his ankle injury. After reading those long-winded and bizarre greetings for a while, he actually felt a little sleepy. He was never the kind of person who would put himself in a difficult position, so since he was sleepy, he might as well go to sleep.
"Father, please go ahead and do your work. My son is feeling very sleepy now. I'll lie down and take a nap for a while. Sitting for a long time is not good. Don't forget to get up and move around after a while. As a person, you have to accept your age..."
Even when you're old, you still have to accept your age? This was what Yinzuo said. If it were any other son, Kangxi would have personally used a ruler to let him feel whether his arms and legs were old or not. Yinzuo was indeed sleepy at the moment. After saying this, he ignored his father's reaction, leaned back, grabbed a pillow beside him and put it under his head, closed his eyes and went straight into Zhougong.
Although Kangxi was unwilling to admit his old age, he was willing to listen to his son. Even without Yinzuo's supervision, he would get up every half hour to walk around the flower hall, drink a cup of tea or have some snacks before sitting back on the couch to continue working.
Yinzuo slept well. When he woke up, it was dark outside and the rain was still falling. Yinzuo had difficulty walking and was too lazy to go back and forth, so he simply asked Dexi to go back to Shufengxuan to inform Yinreng that he would stay in Qingxi Book House tonight.
Kangxi's preference for Yinzuo was obvious to all. Both the Qianqing Palace and the side hall of Qingxi Study had always been reserved for Yinzuo. Kangxi naturally had no objection to him living there. He raised his hand and called Wanquan who was standing beside him, asking him to take people to clean up the side hall first. Then he lowered his head and continued to work on the memorials on the kang table.
Because Kangxi still had a pile of memorials to review, the father and son did not go to the dining hall at dinner time. Instead, they asked someone to clear the memorials on the kang table and left the food there.
"Hey, even though it's getting warmer, it's still hard to find green leafy vegetables. Come, Ama, try this. We didn't make a lot of fried eggs with chives today. It's a pity that the amount is too small. I haven't even had enough and it's gone before I'm done."
Not to mention the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago, even when Yinzuo was a child in his previous life, it was not easy to eat vegetables that were easy to store, such as radishes, cabbages, and potatoes, in winter. Kangxi was right when he said that Yinzuo was lazy. He was just like the cuckoo. When it was cold in winter and there was no food to eat, he would think of vegetable greenhouses.
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