nashuaworldcup Chapter 379 Your Mother Doesn't Love You Anymore
Chapter 379 Your Mother Doesn't Love You Anymore
Yinzhuo was absolutely right. Not everyone can be the group's favorite. He summarized it himself: to be the group's favorite, you must first have two prerequisites. First, you must have good interpersonal skills. Second, you must learn to treat people with sincerity and fully respect their attitudes. Of course, in addition to the above, there is another very important point: you must be sweet-talking and speak to people in a way that suits them. That is the key.
"Grandma, how have you been lately? Your grandson has come to wish you a Happy New Year again. May the New Year bring you joy, happiness, laughter, and good fortune. May you always be smiling and live a long and healthy life..."
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shou Kang Palace was Yinzhuo's domain. His arrival instantly stirred up a new wave of excitement in the already bustling hall. The old lady had always liked Yinzhuo, and she was overjoyed by his words. Of course, the old lady's way of expressing her affection was very simple and unpretentious, just one word - reward.
Yinzhuo's approach to New Year's greetings was to distribute favors evenly. He would shamelessly ask his father's concubines for a reward as long as they weren't too young. After all, who wouldn't like a younger person who is good-looking and has a sweet tongue? Yinzhuo's haul was quite substantial. For example, the purse given to him by Consort Yi was larger than the purses given to her own sons, Yintang and Yinqi, combined.
"Sixth Brother, you are my mother's real son, right? Look at this, when my mother gives me a purse, she just throws it over from a distance, but when she gives you a purse, she calls you over and stuffs it into your hand. Why is it that we kowtow to each other the same way, but we are treated differently?"
Yin Tang came to Yin Zuo to complain, which was exactly the right person he had come to. Was his sixth brother the kind of person who would have an overflowing sense of sympathy? Obviously not. Hearing Yin Tang's words, Yin Zuo glanced meaningfully at the purse in Yin Tang's hand, weighed his own in his hand, and then chuckled as he delivered a fatal blow to his silly younger brother.
"That's because my purse is bigger than yours, of course. The reason Mother Yi called me over and stuffed it into her hand was probably because she was afraid I'd get hit by it..."
What does it mean to kill someone by destroying their spirit? Look at this! The damage that Yinzhuo's words inflicted on Yintang was infinitely increased. After all, the meaning of these words is nothing more than—"La la la, your mother doesn't love you anymore."
As the saying goes, there's no harm without comparison. Before seeing Yinzhuo's overflowing purse filled with newsletters, Yintang hadn't thought much of it. But now, with this comparison, the contrast was striking. And to make matters worse, Yinzhuo, that troublesome fellow, wouldn't stay still, humming a little tune again.
"Am I not the person you love the most? Why won't you say anything? I'm clearly your own son, but you love him. Ugh, I'm angry..."
Yinzhuo and Yintang were standing next to Consort Yi and the others, so they had naturally heard their conversation. As soon as Yinzhuo started singing his little tune, laughter erupted around them, with Consort Yi, Yintang's mother, laughing the loudest.
"Hahahaha~ So Xiao Jiu is jealous. It's alright, it's just a purse. Mother will just give you another one."
Yinzhen glanced at his mother, who was laughing so hard she was practically crowing, and angrily turned his head away, refusing to look at her anymore. Yinzhuo, that guy who loved to watch the drama unfold, seeing that Yinzhen hadn't moved, immediately took a few steps to Consort Yi's side and started acting as her translator.
“Mother Yi, what Xiao Jiu is trying to say is—you’ve finally decided to make it up to me? Humph, too late. I’m already consumed by jealousy. You think you can get me out of this mess with just a purse? That’s a pipe dream.”
Yinzhen was originally thinking of putting on airs with his mother, but when he heard his sixth brother's words, his feigned indifference froze, and his gaze quickly turned towards Yinzuo.
None of the people present were fools. The look of astonishment on Yinzhen's face was so obvious that his sixth brother had seen through his thoughts. After realizing this, the surrounding area burst into laughter again.
With such a commotion, Kangxi, sitting not far from them, naturally wouldn't miss it. Yinzhuo and Yintang, two men, standing among a group of women, were like cranes among chickens. It was obvious that Kangxi didn't even need to look closely or think carefully to know that the laughter just now must have been caused by the two of them.
"Yinzuo, Yintang, why aren't you two here talking to your Imperial Mother? What are you doing down there? You were laughing so happily just now, did something interesting happen? Why don't you tell us so we can all hear it?"
Wow, look at what you're saying. It's like saying you have something to be unhappy about and want to share it so everyone can have a good laugh. No matter what, Yinzhen is someone Yinzuo has watched grow up since he was a child. Entertaining parents in colorful clothes is one thing, but publicly executing someone is another.
"Father, is our Xiao Jiu envious that Consort Yi gave me a bigger purse than him? Do you think you should give him a bigger one too so he can feel better?"
Upon hearing Yinzhuo's words, the slightly embarrassed expression on Yintang's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of subtle anticipation.
For Emperor Kangxi, bestowing a large red seal upon Yinzhen was naturally not a difficult task. Today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, so he simply distributed the seals to all his sons, giving each of his dozen or so sons a gift.
Yinzhuo had been staying in a side hall of the Qianqing Palace for the past few days. He had already paid his respects to his father early this morning and received the red envelope. Now, he had received a reward from Emperor Kangxi, which was an unexpected surprise.
"Thank you for your kindness, Father. I wish you a bright and prosperous life, wealth and longevity, a peaceful and joyful New Year's Eve, and endless happiness..."
Good heavens, compared to the conventional blessings from Yinti and others, Yinzuo's little poems were truly a collection of gems. Yinzhi was now regretting it so much that he was slapping his thigh. He had always considered himself a literary genius, so why hadn't he thought of this line from the Book of Songs? If you ask him why he didn't try to compose a poem like Yinzuo, you can only say that the first person to use this method was a genius, and those who followed him were just idiots.
After making a fuss for a while, Yinzhuo was also tired. He behaved himself for the rest of the time, sitting on either side of the Empress Dowager with his fifth brother. With his eloquent tongue, he kept the old lady happy. When Kangxi left with a group of princes, the old lady was still reluctant to part with her two beloved grandsons and kept stuffing things into their purses.
"Grandma knows you'll be busy elsewhere, so take these things with you. You can take them out to eat if you get hungry. Celebrating the New Year in the palace is such a hassle. Alright, Grandma won't keep you any longer. Come back when you have time..."