OBS Chapter 368 The snow fell so deep, so earnestly
Chapter 368 The snow fell so deep, so earnestly
Sure enough, no one could escape the charm of that fluffy, soft little black and white ball of fur. Yinzhi's gift truly touched Yinzuo's heart. Ever since having this little ball of fur as a companion, Yinzuo really stopped thinking about going out. Of course, everything has its good and bad sides. The reason why Yinzuo didn't always think about going out to play was simply because he had found something that interested him even more than going out to play.
"It's snowing so heavily outside today, Yinzhuo, you'd better stay here quietly and not go anywhere, okay? If I find out that you dare to disobey and sneak out, I'll have all three of your iron-eating beasts sent away tomorrow."
Well, that's why Kangxi knew exactly how to deal with Yinzhuo. Look at this one sentence, it precisely hit Yinzhuo's weak spot. Yinzhuo is now being held by the neck and locked by the throat. No matter how powerful he is, he is now just like Sun Wukong wearing the golden headband, only able to be controlled by others.
"Father, you're being unreasonable! How can you be so domineering? You stopped me from going out to play before, and now you're stopping me from going to the Imperial Garden. Why don't you just find a rope and tie me to yourself? Also, didn't you always teach me that a gentleman doesn't make unreasonable demands, and that every demand must be justified? But you're threatening me with my little fluffy ball. That's not the behavior of a gentleman."
Since Kangxi was determined not to let Yinzhuo go out, no matter how much Yinzhuo pleaded, he ultimately failed. Yinzhuo put on a one-man show for half a day, and when he looked back, good heavens, not only was his father not disturbed at all, but he could also sit there so calmly studying his chessboard.
As everyone knows, a one-man show can't last long. After Yinzhu made a scene and saw that Kangxi really didn't intend to pay attention to him, he gradually calmed down. Because he was holding back his anger, he simply stopped sitting next to his father and had a reclining chair brought out with tea and snacks and placed by the window. He then rolled up a blanket and went to the window to enjoy the snow.
"The snow falls so deep, so earnestly, reflecting my wounds as I lie in it. I don't care how many wounds I have, but I care who will be with you in the future... My little dumpling, how can I live without you..."
Although Kangxi seemed to be busy with his own affairs, it didn't mean he wasn't paying attention to Yinzhuo's situation. As his father, he knew Yinzhuo's character well. His son wasn't someone who gave up easily. Sure enough, Yinzhuo didn't disappoint him. Look, after failing in one move, he pulled another surprise attack on his father.
"Yinzuo, I advise you to shut up. If I hear you talking about death and life all the time, I will have your little dumpling sent away."
Well, it seems his counterattack didn't work either. After all that fuss, Yinzhuo was exhausted. Since there was no hope of his father agreeing to let him see the little dumpling, Yinzhuo simply lay back, covered his head with the blanket, and went to sleep.
Although Kangxi was prepared for a long and drawn-out battle with Yinzhuo, he was still relieved to see that Yinzhuo was willing to take the initiative to cease hostilities and calm down. Seeing that Yinzhuo was sleeping by the window and worried that he would catch a cold, he reached out and called Liang Jiugong, who was waiting nearby, over.
"Liang Jiugong, go to the back and get a thicker blanket to replace the thin one on him. Where does this little brat get such a temper? He throws a tantrum at me if I don't let him go out. He's really spoiled..."
Although Kangxi instructed Liang Jiugong to fetch the blanket, such a trivial matter was hardly something that Liang Jiugong, the chief steward, needed to handle. As soon as Kangxi finished speaking, someone had already gone towards the side hall. So all Liang Jiugong had to do was take the blanket from the palace servant and walk to Yinzhuo's side to change the blanket off him.
Yinzhuo had just lain down and naturally wouldn't fall asleep so quickly, so he heard every word Kangxi and Liang Jiugong said. With his eyes closed, he felt the thin blanket on his body being lifted and taken away, and then a rather heavy blanket was put on top of him. Yinzhuo couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. Fine, considering how much his father cared about him, he wouldn't hold it against him this time.
To be fair, Emperor Kangxi was right about one thing: Yinzhi's bad temper was truly spoiled by someone. As for who spoiled him, it can only be said that Emperor Kangxi's current torment at Yinzhi's hands is entirely his own doing.
As for Yinzhuo's sleep quality, as mentioned before, it was famously good. Look at how soundly he slept. If Kangxi hadn't come and forcibly dragged him out of his slumber, he probably wouldn't have woken up for who knows how long.
"Father, what time is it now?"
The reason Yinzhu asked this question was not because he had slept so soundly that he had lost track of time; it was simply that the weather outside was putting his ability to tell time to the test. When he fell asleep, it was gloomy and snowing outside, and now that he had woken up, it was still gloomy and snowing outside. It would be a miracle if he could tell what time it was.
"Alright, now that you're awake, get up and stretch a bit, wash your face and clear your head. It's almost lunchtime. If you're hungry, I'll have Liang Jiugong bring you the meal."
Yinzhuo had been sleeping in the recliner for a while, and his whole body was stiff. He got up as Kangxi pulled him, and walked around the flower hall twice before he felt his arms and legs become a little more flexible. He looked up and saw that Kangxi was still standing not far away watching him. He quickly walked over, hugged his father's arm, and pulled him towards the dining hall.
“I didn’t realize it until you mentioned it, but I’m actually a little hungry right now. Dad, what are we having for lunch today? Do you have roast lamb chops? If not, could we have some for dinner…”
Even though it was just Emperor Kangxi and his son Yinzhuo eating, the lunch table was still laden with food. Yinzhuo, who never stood on ceremony with his father, washed his hands and, without waiting for Emperor Kangxi to sit down, immediately picked up the chopsticks and began to personally taste the dishes for his father.
"Father, this braised mutton is really good. It's not only crispy and juicy, but also not greasy at all. Here, please have a taste."
"These crystal dumplings are also quite good. Not only are they frozen like crystals and look very realistic, but they also taste delicious. They would be great to eat in the summer when they are icy cold."
"Father, look how well this old duck soup is made! Isn't this your favorite drink? Here, your son will serve you a bowl. Try it and see if you like the taste."
Not only does Yinzhuo love to eat, but he also wants to share his favorite foods with others. Since only he and his father are dining at the table, the only person he can share with is Kangxi. Good heavens, after this meal, not only did Yinzhuo eat until his belly was round, but Kangxi was also stuffed by him.