nashuaworldcup Chapter 423 My drops, my drops, all my drops
Chapter 423 My drops, my drops, all my drops
Although Yinzhuo had made his choice, he still felt somewhat regretful that he couldn't live on Ruyi Island. Kangxi couldn't bear to see Yinzhuo looking so dejected. Seeing him sitting there listlessly for a long time without smiling, he could only sigh helplessly and resignedly try to coax his beloved ancestor.
"Alright, look at you, so full of yourself. All you want is to move to Ruyi Island, right? That's easy enough. We're not in a hurry to go back now. If you like Ruyi Island, your father will grant it to you. When the weather gets warmer, I'll allow you to move there. It's so cold right now, and you've never been able to stand the cold. Just stay here in the West Wing for now. Besides, look at your second brother, he lives in the East Wing, and he hasn't complained about moving. Why are you making such a fuss? I think you're just spoiled..."
Just as Kangxi finished speaking, Yinreng happened to walk in from outside. Having overheard his father's words, Yinreng could only think one thing: "So you know that Xiao Liu's behavior is because he's been spoiled? Is it possible that you're being manipulated by him now because you brought it on yourself?"
Yinzhuo's mind was filled with one sentence that kept repeating over and over again: He's rich! He's rich! His father is going to give him Ruyi Island! That's the largest island in the Summer Palace! The Misty Rain Pavilion, cool and refreshing without the summer heat, the fragrant waters and beautiful rocks, the Yanxun Mountain Villa... Oh my god, oh my god, it's all my god!
Yinzhuo was always good at expressing his enthusiasm. In his excitement, he went up to his father and gave him a big hug. Not only that, but his father also poured out his sweet words of love to him as if they were free.
"Indeed, there's no one better than my father in this world. Being born as your son in this life is my greatest blessing. Father, you are simply my superhero, the person I love most in this life..."
Good heavens! This is a barrage of praise, from "There's only one father in the world who's good" to "superhero." Yinzhuo's endless flattery has completely captivated his father, Kangxi. Yinreng, watching the father and son enjoying their time together, has only one thought in his mind—he's learned something. Putting aside the recipe for Yinzhuo's sweet talk, to achieve the same effect, one must first have a thick skin. Such cheesy words are not something everyone can easily utter.
The weather in Chengde is colder than in Beijing, and the chances of snowfall are much higher. Although the snow on the mountain is now enough for skiing, it's still freezing cold, so Kangxi is naturally worried about letting his sons go into the mountains.
It was the dead of winter, and the outside was practically frozen solid. Since Kangxi had told them not to go out, Yinzhuo wasn't in a hurry. After all, it was still a long way from spring when the flowers would bloom and the ice and snow would melt.
Moreover, the Summer Palace covers a vast area, and since Yinzhu had never been there before, having someone take him around to look at things would likely be boring.
Although the western residence where Yinzhu lived was not very large, it still had its own small courtyard. Yinzhu had people put up tarpaulins to seal off most of the courtyard and erected a thick tent underneath, which provided him with an extra place to move around.
When Yinzhuo and his entourage left the capital, it was already the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. The journey took five or six days, and after settling into the manor and getting used to it, the day had unknowingly reached the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.
In the past, when we were in the capital, a grand shamanic ceremony was held in the palace on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and the traditional Kitchen God worship ceremony would be held on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Although he was in Rehe this year, and even though he knew that the palace would hold these ceremonies as usual, Kangxi did not intend to skip this procedure. On the morning of the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, he took his group of sons to the Jinshan Shangdi Pavilion in the Summer Palace and held a relatively small-scale sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.
Yinzhuo was dragged out of bed by Dexi early in the morning. He changed and washed up in a daze and went to Yanbo Zhishuang Hall to meet his father. After that, he rode in a palanquin and swayed all the way to the top of Jinshan Mountain. Only after following his father step by step to complete all the worship ceremonies did he feel a little better.
On the way back, the ancestor absolutely refused to ride in a palanquin. Kangxi, being indulgent, didn't force him to do so and had a palanquin carried behind them. The father and sons walked and looked around as they headed towards the Yanbo Zhishuang Hall.
“Father, I heard that this Jinshan Shangdi Pavilion was built by you in imitation of Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang. Now that you mention Jinshan Temple, do you know what comes to mind?”
As his father, how could Kangxi not know what kind of person Yinzhuo was? Hearing his words, he knew that this kid was up to no good again. In order not to let his good mood be affected, Kangxi simply ignored him and turned to Yinreng, who was standing next to him, to talk about the scenery along the way.
Is Yinzhuo the kind of person who gives up so easily? Obviously not. So what if no one is cooperating? He can still finish the show by himself. He walked over to Yinti in a few steps, put his arm around his elder brother's shoulder, and asked the same question again.
Yinti wanted to ignore Yinzuo's question like Kangxi did, but now that someone had his arm around his shoulder, he couldn't run away even if he wanted to. After thinking it over, he decided it was better to cooperate a little. After all, if he angered this ancestor, he would easily end up pleasing neither side.
"Alright, since you're asking this question, Little Six, then I'll listen to what comes to mind when you see this Golden Mountain God Pavilion."
Yinzhuo had been waiting for his elder brother to say those words. As soon as Yinti finished speaking, the singing started.
"The waters of West Lake, my tears, I would rather turn into a flame with you, ahhhhh~~ Seeing this Jinshan Temple reminds me of its prototype, Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang. You know, Bai Suzhen, that snake from Sichuan, fought with an old monk from Henan for a man from Hangzhou, and in the end, she flooded Jinshan Temple in Jiangnan Province. Alas, in the end, it's all the fault of that old bald monk Fahai. You know, how could a monk who has purified himself of the six senses understand love..."
Although Kangxi didn't intend to pay attention to Yinzuo, he had been keeping a close eye on what was happening on his side. As soon as Yinzuo said this, even though he was mentally prepared, Kangxi couldn't help but laugh out loud. He raised his hand and beckoned the regretful Yinzuo to his side, and gently poked his hat-covered forehead a few times.
"I knew you weren't up to anything. In my opinion, your elder brother was just being unreasonable by paying attention to you."