GBP Chapter 490 Yes, yes, yes, your son is the most filial.
Chapter 490 Yes, yes, yes, your son is the most filial.
Although Yinzhuo and his entourage came for the hot springs, it was already late, so Yinzhuo wasn't in a hurry. After all, his father had said that since they were out, they should stay a few more days.
As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go back to frugality. It has to be said that this carefree life of having everything handed to you is corrupting. Let alone comparing it to his youth in his previous life, which had no price and a direct train ride to Lhasa, even if you asked Yinzhuo to sit upright for a whole morning now, he probably wouldn't be able to endure it.
"Yinzuo, sit properly for me. How old are you? You can't even eat properly. If you're tired, finish your meal and go rest. Look at everyone else, who's sprawled out in their chair like you while eating..."
Yinzhuo was never afraid of his father, and he would let Kangxi's reprimands go in one ear and out the other. He pointed to the plate of braised mutton on the table, and Dexi, who was serving him, immediately understood and bent down to take the plate in front of Yinzhuo to serve him some food.
“Father, you have to understand me. It’s not that I want this, but my body is really letting me down. Look at me, I’ve been busy since this morning without a break. This morning I was with you to receive the officials who came to greet you, and when we got to this estate I was busy arranging things for the children. I finally managed to catch my breath, and now I’m here to have dinner with you…”
Kangxi's eyesight was fine, and he could clearly see the fatigue on Yinzhuo's face. At this moment, he couldn't bear to say anything more to him.
"Alright, stop wasting your time arguing with me. You'd be better off eating and going back to rest. Eat less greasy food; your stomach isn't the strongest to begin with, and you've had such a long journey. If you get sick, you'll suffer..."
As the saying goes, "He who listens to advice will eat his fill." Yinzhuo thought his father's words made a lot of sense. Putting aside his stomach condition, this was not the capital city after all. If he suffered from water and soil incompatibility upon arrival, wouldn't he have to be forced to drink that bitter medicine soup again? Well, it seems that the hot pot meal should be arranged a few days later.
Yinzhuo was right; his pampered body was indeed not very resilient. On the second day at the hot spring palace, unsurprisingly, he overslept again.
By the time Yinzhu struggled to get out of bed, the sun was already high in the sky. He lay there groggily, letting Dexi fiddle with him for a while, until he finally washed up and changed. Only then did Yinzhu's muddled mind begin to clear.
As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm." Although it was already quite late in the morning, Yinzhuo felt that breakfast was essential for him. After all, food is the foundation of life, and he would get really hungry if he missed a meal.
Of course, at this point, breakfast didn't need to be too complicated. He simply ate a few pastries and dumplings, and then Yinzhuo led his men to the courtyard where his father lived.
As a close associate of Emperor Kangxi, Yinzhuo's residence was naturally not far from his father's. After leaving the courtyard and turning left, it was only a three- to five-minute walk along the path.
"Father, are you busy? I passed by the garden on my way here and saw a plum tree in full bloom, so I picked a few branches. Please come and take a look..."
Yinzhuo was always like this; his voice preceded his arrival. Kangxi was clearly used to his sudden outbursts. Hearing this, he looked up at Yinreng sitting opposite him, raised his hand, and pointed towards the door.
"You know, neither I nor Consort De are usually so easily startled, so how did we end up with such a boisterous little brat? Look at him, what a disappointment! It's just a few plum blossoms, is that all that makes him so happy? But this child is quite filial; he thinks of me even when he sees a flower..."
"Yes, yes, your son is the most filial, so may I ask... Are you showing off to me?" Looking at his father across from him, whose smile was barely contained, Yinreng felt his head begin to throb again.
Upon entering, Yinzhu first handed the plum branch in his hand to Wanquan, asking him to find a vase to put it in. Then, with Liang Jiugong's help, he took off his cloak and sauntered over to sit down in front of Kangxi.
"Father, Second Brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but it's been so many years, and every time I see you two together, it's still the same old story. Don't you have anything else to do besides playing chess?"
Yinzhi glanced at the chessboard, then pulled back, got up, took off his shoes, and stepped onto the kang (heated brick bed). Seeing that Kangxi was completely focused on the chess game, he was not disturbed. He found a seat, picked up a book from the table next to him to pass the time.
As we all know, Go is a sport that tests a person's intelligence and patience. When you encounter a master player, you can start playing a game, and it is impossible to finish it in less than an hour or two.
Kangxi and Yinreng clearly had some skill in Go. This game lasted for more than an hour and still no winner was decided. Yinzuo was obviously not a patient person!
At first, he was able to pass the time by reading, but as time went on, his patience wore thin. It was already noon, and the two of them still showed no sign of stopping. Prince Zhao said, "Are you two even capable? If not, then I'll take over."
After enduring the discomfort of sitting there and observing for about fifteen minutes, Yinzhuo felt that he still had to take some measures, otherwise he might not be able to eat lunch today.
"Oh, wrong, wrong, second brother, you should put the chess piece here..."
"Hey, Father, why are you so stubborn? Look, the chess piece got captured! Are you even capable, Father...?"
With such a terrible chess player as Yinzhuo causing trouble on the sidelines, Kangxi and Yinreng's rhythm was quickly disrupted. Seeing that a perfectly good game of chess had been ruined by Yinzhuo, Kangxi immediately felt that his chess game was completely incompetent!
"What are you yelling about? You keep calling me 'Father,' what, are you still a three-year-old? And you think I'm no good? If you're so capable, then you do it."
Yinzhuo was waiting for his father to say this: "Let's give it a try. If it doesn't turn out well, surely it won't turn out badly?"
“I’ll do it, Father. Move over a bit and make room for me. You can sit here and watch. I’ll definitely help you win this round.”
Kangxi didn't believe a word of Yinzhi's boastful words. With his mediocre skills, even if Yinzhi were to play against him with half-closed eyes, he wouldn't have a chance of winning.
It doesn't matter if you're not good at it. Our Prince Zhao has a silver tongue and an incredibly thick skin. He managed to coax his second brother into opening doors for him with his silver tongue. The way he opened doors was so big that it could flood Chentang Pass.
"Thank you for the favor, thank you for the favor, Father. See what I told you? I won this game, didn't I? I told you my chess skills are top-notch, but you just wouldn't believe me, who can you blame but yourself..."