in2ebook Chapter 270 This daddy's boy isn't called that for nothing.
Chapter 270 This daddy's boy isn't called that for nothing.
Although the continuous spring rains brought many inconveniences to people's travel, they were a rare good thing for the upcoming spring plowing. So, when it came to the rain, Hongqing and Hongyu saw a few days of joyful sunshine and a few nights of sorrowful rain, while Yinreng and Yinzhen saw the agricultural work in the eastern suburbs starting, with one person plowing faster.
That's right, in a few days it will be the annual Emperor's Plowing Ceremony again. For this traditional event that is reserved for royal children to improve their farming attribute value, Yinzhuo has a love-hate relationship with it. Needless to say, he loves it. Apart from being lazy, his greatest hobby is watching a good show. And the annual Plowing Ceremony is so lively that it can be compared to a collection of comedy sketches from the Spring Festival Gala.
As for hatred, well... that's actually quite easy to understand, since on this day every year, Yinzhuo would truly see the street scene of the capital at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).
“Father, please let your son ride in the carriage. I had insomnia last night and only felt a little sleepy around midnight. It felt like I had just closed my eyes when Dexi came in and called out, ‘Father, please have pity on your son and let me stay in your carriage for a while, okay?’”
It must be said that Yinzhuo's nickname "Daddy's Boy" is truly well-deserved. Just look at how exhausted and haggard he looked, barely able to keep his eyes open, that Kangxi immediately felt sorry for him.
"Why is he having insomnia? Does he feel unwell anywhere? Wan Quan, go to the back and call Physician Wang over. Liang Jiugong, come and help Sixth Master to the imperial carriage to rest."
Yinzhu was truly exhausted. When Liang Jiugong came over to help him, he didn't hesitate. He put his hand on Liang Jiugong's arm and followed Liang Jiugong towards the imperial carriage. Then, amidst the envious or admiring gazes of his brothers, he climbed the steps to his father's carriage to catch up on sleep.
"That saying is absolutely true. Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, and comparing goods is a recipe for disaster. We're all sons of the same father, but look at how well Xiao Liu lives, and then look at the rest of us. It's not just a matter of being unlucky. Sigh, life is truly all predetermined, and we have absolutely no say in anything..."
Yinti glanced at Yinzhi, who was vomiting again, with disdain. He then tossed the riding whip in his hand into Yinzhi's arms with a slight flick of his arm. Without waiting for Yinzhi's surprise, he strode towards the direction of Emperor Kangxi's carriage.
"Brother, where are you going? Didn't we agree to ride horses together? What's the meaning of throwing this riding whip at me?"
What else does he mean? Hasn't he made it obvious enough? Isn't his message simply, "Cherish life, stay away from jealousy"?
"Third brother, I had insomnia last night and I'm really sleepy now, so I won't ride with you. Eighth brother, come here for a second, your third brother wants to ride a horse, you can go with him."
Yinzhuo had no idea that his unintentional act had once again made his always jealous third brother fall into a jealous trap. At this moment, Yinzhuo was fast asleep on the bed in the imperial palace where Kangxi rested. Wang Taiyi, who had been dragged along by Wan Quan in a flurry of activity, thought that something terrible had happened on Kangxi's side. When he saw Yinzhuo lying on the bed, he secretly groaned and his heart skipped a beat. Sigh... what kind of fate does he have? How unlucky is he to have such a living ancestor, having to gaze at his grandmother from afar every day? Can you imagine how exciting that is?
Even if life is bitter, it's still better to be alive than not. After calming down and regaining his composure, Physician Wang took a deep breath before walking to the bedside and taking Yinzhuo's wrist to check his pulse. As the saying goes, a skilled person can be known at a glance. Physician Wang knew that he and his grandmother were within a safe distance again after taking the pulse.
"Your Majesty, the Prince's pulse doesn't seem to be too serious. The reason he's having insomnia is probably due to yin deficiency and excessive fire, which is disturbing his mind. The Prince has been overworking himself recently, which has depleted his heart blood..."
Emperor Kangxi himself was also somewhat knowledgeable in medicine. From the long, rambling words of Physician Wang, he precisely extracted the answer he wanted: the reason why his sixth son was suffering from insomnia was because he had been working too hard at the Ministry of Revenue recently, which had depleted his body...
"Alas, in the end, this is all my fault. Knowing that his health wasn't very good to begin with, I still forced him to take on that mess of debts at the Ministry of Revenue. Now it's truly too late for regrets. Imperial Physician Wang, I've always trusted your medical skills. I'm entrusting the task of treating Yinzhuo's health to you. You must be extra careful and absolutely cannot let him damage his health at such a young age..."
It must be said that Kangxi is capable of self-consolidation and self-manipulation. Look, in just a short while, he has made himself feel guilty towards Yinzhuo. At this moment, the imperial physician Wang's inner monologue is truly unprecedentedly vulgar and unbearable, with "Damn it!" almost bursting out of his mouth. After all, he never expected that His Majesty would actually take his few excuses seriously...
But what good were these excuses? Kangxi believed them, so how could Physician Wang dare to tell the truth? And so, the blame was slapped onto the head of the still-sleeping Yinzhuo.
"Yinzuo, wake up, we need to get off the carriage!"
When Yinzhuo got out of the carriage behind Kangxi, he was still in a daze. If it weren't for Yinti standing next to the imperial carriage and helping him up quickly, he would have definitely made a fool of himself in front of a group of juniors. Although the ceremony of the personal plowing ceremony was complicated, fortunately, Yinzhuo did not need to do anything on his own. Even though his mind was not very sharp at the moment, as long as he kept an eye on Yinreng standing at the front and followed his example, he did not make any mistakes.
When did Yinzhu realize that something was amiss? It all started after the ceremony of personally plowing the fields. Emperor Kangxi himself valued agricultural development. To ensure that his children and grandchildren would not be lazy and ignorant of farming, he specially ordered the construction of an imperial estate next to Changchun Garden. Every spring, he would bring them there to gain experience. Moreover, they implemented a system of contracting production to individuals, with each person assigned a plot of land to work on their own. No one was allowed to slack off, not even Yinreng and Yinzhu, the two sons most favored by Emperor Kangxi. As in previous years, after changing his clothes in the dressing room, Yinzhu stood next to his fifth brother. You might ask why he was following behind Yinqi? Because after the fifth comes the sixth. According to past practice, his work area was next to his fifth brother.
"Yinzuo, you shouldn't go with your elder brother and the others for now. Liang Jiugong's legs have been a bit weak lately, and the roads in the manor are uneven, so it might not be very convenient for him to walk around. You can stay by my side today and help me out!"