HCB Chapter 532 Your purse, my purse, they are not the same
Chapter 532 Your purse, my purse, they are not the same
Yinzhuo truly felt that he would never have the hobby of being a teacher in his life. After all, liking other things would at most cost him some money, but teaching and educating people would cost him his life.
"Hongxi, Hongxu, Hongqing, Honghui, Hongyu, you guys are really the worst class I've ever taught. I used to think your thirteenth and fourteenth uncles were stupid, but now it seems they're nothing compared to you. You guys are the ceiling in the realm of stupidity. Sigh, that saying is absolutely true, each generation is worse than the last..."
If it weren't for the fact that it was Chinese New Year today, Yinzhuo would have really wanted to have someone find a feather duster and give these guys a good beating one by one. Those guys usually boast more than anyone else, but now, they're all helpless when faced with that little dough ball.
Yinzhuo was never a very patient person. After watching Hongxi and the others for a while and seeing that they had made no progress at all, his last bit of patience was exhausted.
He really was being incredibly stupid to bother with them. He was dumbfounded; how could he have believed their nonsense? These pampered princes, who had been spoiled since childhood, would be a miracle if they could even make dumplings.
Yinzhuo was too lazy to watch these boys struggling with their grumbling faces and the lump of dough under their control, so he simply got up and walked towards Kangxi's bedroom.
"Dexi, you don't need to follow me anymore. Go to the imperial kitchen and have them send over a feast. Oh, and when you go out, tell those kids that hard work is worthless in the face of talent, and if they don't want to eat soup dumplings tonight, they should stop now."
To be honest, when Hongxu and the others heard what Yinzuo had Dexi bring them, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Let's not talk about talent or anything like that; the main thing is that the name "sliced meatballs in soup" just doesn't sound appetizing.
Even if someone of Yinzhuo's status lay motionless, they wouldn't miss out on dumplings for the New Year. Since Kangxi was still ill, Yinzhuo didn't let him move around and had the food placed in the small flower hall outside Kangxi's bedroom.
Compared to the more formal than substantive family banquet in the front hall of the Qianqing Palace, this small family banquet in Kangxi's bedroom was obviously more intimate. Before the meal, Yinzhu helped his father to sit down at the head of the table, and then led a group of younger relatives to wish Kangxi an early New Year.
As an emperor, Kangxi possessed wealth and power, and naturally he would not be stingy with his children and grandchildren. Although he was not in a very high mood, he still raised his hand to let Liang Jiugong show the children the reward.
“Not bad, not bad, Father is more generous than ever this year. Look at this purse, it’s almost bursting open. Hongxi, you’re only doing this because you’re with your sixth uncle. Otherwise, where would you get such a big purse…”
Hongxi and the others chuckled, "Well, thank you in advance, but shouldn't you open your eyes and look at us before you speak? Your wallet and my wallet are different..."
If we were to rank those most affected by the Empress Dowager's passing, the order would undoubtedly be Kangxi, Yinqi, and Yinzuo. As for Yinqi, it goes without saying that he was separated from his stepmother, with whom he had spent many years, and his grandmother, who had raised him from childhood. It is only natural that he would be heartbroken and saddened by their sudden and irreparable separation.
As for why Yinzhuo was sad and upset, it's actually quite easy to understand. After all, everyone has a heart; humans aren't plants or trees, so how can they be without feelings?
Besides, the old lady was really good to him. When she was alive, she took great care of him. Even after she passed away, she divided her possessions in four parts and gave them to her two most beloved grandsons, Yinqi and Yinzuo.
Yinzhuo was practically raised by Emperor Kangxi, who knew his personality very well. Although Yinzhuo seemed perfectly fine on the surface, Emperor Kangxi had seen him sitting there in a daze, holding the jade pendant given to him by the Empress Dowager, more than once these past few days.
The reason why Yinzhuo's red envelope was so exaggerated that it could stretch out such a large purse was certainly due to Kangxi's favoritism towards him, but more importantly, it was a New Year's money that Kangxi gave to Yinzhuo on behalf of the deceased Empress Dowager.
After the Spring Festival, Emperor Kangxi was unwilling to stay in the palace for even a moment longer. As soon as the third day of the Lunar New Year was over, he ordered people to pack up and moved to Changchun Garden with Yinreng and Yinzuo.
With the three of them leaving, Yinzhen was dumbfounded. No, Father, what we're really talking about is, who is the true Emperor of the Qing Dynasty? It's only the beginning of the year, and there are so many things to do in the court! Is it really appropriate for you to just walk away like this? But then again, if you're going to leave, at least leave my second brother behind…
No matter how anxious Yinzhen was in the palace, he couldn't see the father and his two sons at Changchun Garden. Knowing that Kangxi was in low spirits, Yinzuo and Yinreng used every trick in the book for more than half a month to finally coax their father into a somewhat cheerful state.
"Come on, Dexi, come over here and give Grandpa a good shoulder massage. I've been wondering, the old man is over sixty years old, how come he has so much energy? Look at all the blisters on the soles of my feet from all this walking..."
Now that Emperor Kangxi has entrusted all affairs of the court to Yinzhen, he can be said to be free of worries. Since he ascended the throne at the age of eight more than fifty years ago, he has never been as leisurely as he is now.
Although Yinzhuo was more than twenty years younger than his father, in terms of physical fitness, he was no match for Emperor Kangxi. Just the fact that Emperor Kangxi could draw a bow with a strength of twelve at the age of over sixty years old was enough to leave Yinzhuo far behind.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, the stark reality was right in front of him. Yinzhuo now completely understood that he was neither as good as the elders nor as good as the children. Since he was already useless anyway, he might as well be completely useless. Starting tomorrow, he was going on strike. He was really not going to do any morning exercises anymore...
As the saying goes, you know your own child best. Kangxi wasn't surprised at all by Yinzhuo's laziness and inaction. After all, it was already quite remarkable that this guy could get up early every day for more than half a month to accompany him to the training ground for horseback riding and archery. Keeping up was a coincidence, but inaction was inevitable.
Because of Yinreng's presence, even if Yinzuo abandoned his duties, there was no need to worry about Kangxi being alone. Compared to Yinzuo, who was a weakling who only worked sporadically, Yinreng had been groomed by Kangxi as his successor since childhood. Although he appeared refined and gentle, he was adept at everything from horseback riding and archery to playing chess.
Of course, none of that is the point. The point is that he makes things so easy for people. Look, this game of chess has been going on for almost an hour, and he's still sitting there as steady as a mountain. If it were Yinzhuo, that guy would probably have overturned the chessboard.