nashuaworldcup Chapter 271 Sincerity plus any card is a royal flush.
Chapter 271 Sincerity plus any card is a royal flush.
Upon hearing Kangxi's words, Yinti and the others, who were lining up to leave, stumbled and nearly fell into a snake-like shape. Of course, Yinzuo, the snake in question... no, the person directly involved, wasn't much better off. He was so frightened by his father's words that he bumped his head directly into his fifth brother's back.
"Father, what are you up to now? Eunuch Liang has trouble walking, but there's still Eunuch Wan here, isn't there? And if all else fails, you still have plenty of guards here. Why should your son be helping you? Besides, my elder brother and the others have all gone to work, and I'm just hanging around here. Aren't you just making my son the target of hatred?"
Yinzhuo's words clearly resonated with Yinti and Yinzhi. Their eyes turned in unison to their biased father, their expressions conveying the unmistakable message: "Father, what you're saying is absolutely right. What you're doing is really fueling his hatred."
Who was Kangxi? He was an iron-blooded emperor who ascended the throne at the age of eight, diligently governed from the age of fourteen, captured Oboi, quelled the Rebellion of the Three Feudatories, recovered Taiwan, and led troops to pacify the Dzungars, achieving unparalleled feats. The intimidating gazes of those little brats like Yinti were nothing to him. Heh, he was determined to make them pay today. Did those little rascals think they could turn the world upside down?
"That's settled then. Yinzhuo, come here. Yinti, Yinreng, take them out. As is customary, from south to north, arrange them according to their age, one piece each. No one is allowed to slack off."
This was a rare moment of brotherly unity, but the final result was not as decisive as expected. What could Yinqi and the others do in the face of such a domineering and unreasonable father? They all turned to look at Yinzhuo, who was standing obediently beside Kangxi, sighed in unison, and turned to walk out of the house.
"Father, did you see that? The expression on Xiao Shiliu's face when he went out was absolutely priceless. He was the epitome of 'wanting to cry but having no tears.' Father, tell me the truth, is there something seriously wrong with my health? It's alright, just tell me. My resilience is actually pretty good. No matter what the outcome, I won't be so devastated that I'll be crushed!"
Yinzhuo's previous obedient and well-behaved demeanor was indeed a facade. As soon as Yinti, Yinreng, and their brothers left, he couldn't maintain his composure. Kangxi frowned as he watched Yinzhuo sitting on a chair with his knees drawn up, rambling on. He had been Yinzhuo's father for so many years, how could he not know what his little actions meant? This kid said he wasn't nervous or afraid, but his subconscious act of sitting with his knees drawn up showed that he was far from as calm as he claimed.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You're so young, what kind of health problems could you possibly have? But since you asked that, you must know that Imperial Physician Wang came after you fell asleep. There's no need to be nervous. There's nothing wrong with your health. The reason you often feel sleepless is because you overworked yourself at the Ministry of Revenue and became too depleted. It's not a big problem. I've already instructed Imperial Physician Wang to take charge of treating your health. As long as you cooperate obediently, you should recover in no time!"
Cooperation? Well, I'm really sorry, but Yinzhuo said he couldn't cooperate at all on this matter. He didn't know if it was because he had always made the Imperial Physician Wang and his grandmother look at each other from afar every now and then since he was a child. Anyway, every time the Imperial Physician Wang prescribed medicine for him, it was so bitter that Yinzhuo would burst into tears on the spot. The words "conditioning the body" sounded like a relaxed feeling of slow and meticulous work. Yinzhuo would be stupid to agree to cooperate with him.
“Father, you know how difficult it is for your son to take medicine. And it’s not something that can be done overnight. Just thinking about having to drink bitter medicine for who knows how many days makes your son feel uncomfortable all over and his stomach is churning. If you insist on making your son drink medicine for such a long time, it will really kill him.”
Just as Kangxi understood Yinzhuo, Yinzhuo also understood his father. He knew very well that at this moment, it was better to get straight to the point than to engage in rambling and rambling with his father. After all, he had limited leverage. There were only two ways to get Kangxi to retract his order: either to pester him relentlessly and make trouble, or to use sincerity as his ultimate weapon.
There's a saying that sincerity plus any card is a winning hand. Kangxi already favored Yinzhuo greatly, and now he felt guilty towards him. Knowing that Yinzhuo strongly resisted taking the medicine, how could he bear to force him? So the old father frowned and pondered for a long time, and came up with a solution that he thought was perfect for both sides.
"Since you don't want to take the medicine, I won't force you. It's said that food is worse than medicine. You usually like to eat new and interesting things, so I'll find a chef who's good at making medicinal cuisine to send over to you. This way, it will not only satisfy your appetite but also regulate your body. It's a win-win situation..."
If it weren't for the fear that refusing would dampen his father's deep love for his son, Yinzhuo would have rejected the idea of medicinal cuisine as soon as he heard the words. He did love to eat, and he often enjoyed trying different regional specialties, but that didn't mean he liked medicinal cuisine. Did adding medicinal herbs to food change it from being medicine? Would the taste change? In Yinzhuo's view, that was impossible. Not only would the taste not change, but the bitterness would also be transferred.
Emperor Kangxi valued agriculture and personally went to the fields to plow every spring. This year was no exception. Yinzhuo, as the handpicked helper, naturally had to serve and follow Emperor Kangxi. Emperor Kangxi had been doing the rice planting work almost every year since he ascended the throne. Over the decades, he was no less skilled than the experienced farmers in the fields. Although he was there to do odd jobs, Yinzhuo found himself completely useless in the fields. His father could handle the rice planting by himself without his help. As for serving tea and water, Liang Jiugong, who had difficulty walking, took the initiative to do it. After going around in circles, Yinzhuo felt that the most suitable position for him was to be a well-behaved mascot full of positive energy, mainly focusing on maximizing emotional value.
"Sigh, how come I'm so lucky? Looking at thousands of years of Chinese history, you probably can't find many emperors as perfect as my father. Look at him, not only was he a good emperor, but he was also excellent in both civil and military affairs. He even planted the rice seedlings well, straight and upright, looking very energetic. The key is that he also doted on his son..."
Yinzhuo's voice wasn't quiet; if Kangxi could hear it, Yinti and the others could hear it too. Looking at Yinzhuo sitting on the edge of the field, beaming and flattering his father, Yinti and Yinreng all simultaneously thought of the same word—"sycophantic minister." After Yinzhuo finished playing with the crickets, and looking at their father, who was now beaming with delight at being flattered by Yinzhuo, they could only think one thing—"Heh heh."