vstars Chapter 547 Extra 3
Chapter 547 Extra 3
Kangxi initially wanted to turn a blind eye to Yinti's instigation of Yinzuo to drink, but all that was no match for Yinzuo's unrestrained behavior after getting drunk. After a few drinks, he turned the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet into his own beach concert.
He started singing about his sudden self and continued until he sang about escaping sorrow. Then his style completely let loose. Right now, he's holding a wine glass and singing "I want to be as free as the wind" all over the place.
Kangxi watched his son flying freely across the field like the wind and felt like he was going crazy. He pointed at the culprit, Yinti, and ordered him to stop the man immediately.
Don't let Yinzhuo's seemingly frail appearance fool you; when he's drunk, he's harder to hold than a pig. Yinti was afraid of hurting him and didn't dare to use too much force. He was so restrained that he couldn't really get rid of him for a while, and it took him quite a while to finally stop him.
"Hey, second brother, third brother, at a time like this, let's not just sit there watching the show, okay? Come over here and give me a hand. If we don't subdue this guy quickly, none of us will get any rest tonight."
Although Yinreng and Yinzhi were quite eager to see Yinti make a scene, they had to admit that what he said was right. If Yinzuo continued like this, none of them would be able to go home to sleep tonight.
"Let me tell you, brother, you're just bored. You know what kind of person Xiao Liu is after drinking. What were you thinking, giving him alcohol? It's only because Father didn't hold it against you, otherwise you would have been in deep trouble..."
Yinti, Yinreng, and Yinzhi worked together to surround the swift man from three sides, finally trapping him within their encirclement. Yinti glanced at his father, who had been staring intently at him, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he squeezed his precious son unconscious right in front of his father.
"Um... Father, let me explain, I just... Hey, Second Brother, help Sixth Brother up, I... I drank a bit too much, and now I'm really dizzy..."
It is said that one becomes like the company one keeps, and this is certainly true. After spending a lot of time with Yinzhi, Yinti has picked up his habit of acting out his own little tricks.
Seeing that Kangxi was looking at him strangely, he pushed Yinzhuo towards Yinreng, then covered his head, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.
Yinzhuo got really drunk. He caused a ruckus for half the night, and after being taken back to his residence, he slept straight through the night until noon the next day. Dexi helped him sit up in bed, and he shook his groggy head before vowing once again that he would never touch alcohol again in his life.
After all his elders left one by one, Honghui lived a life of misery and chaos. He was overwhelmed with worries and troubles. Just when he had finally become familiar with the affairs of the court, his heartless father dropped another bombshell on him.
"What the hell? Abdication? Su Peisheng, go back and tell Khan Father to forget about it. Doesn't he know his son is so busy he doesn't even have time to drink water? It's one thing if he doesn't want to come back and help, but he just keeps causing trouble and holding me back..."
Looking at the abdication edict in his hand, which was just waiting to be stamped with the imperial seal, Honghui felt his heart turn ice-cold. See, he was right, wasn't he? None of these elders were reliable.
As the saying goes, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too." In the end, this crooked trend is all his grandfather's fault. He shirked responsibility and left everything to his father, and now his son is following suit and starting to cheat his grandson...
Of course, the above are not the most crucial issues. The problem is that his father has sons, but he doesn't. His eldest son is only four years old, an age when he can't even hold his pee and poop. What can you expect from him? So now, he absolutely cannot take the blame for the throne.
Yinzhuo had no idea that the fluttering of his otherworldly butterfly wings had completely swayed the ambitious ambitions of the Aisin Gioro family's descendants, and they were now quite troubled by it.
Two historically renowned emperors personally taught you how to play chess. Who else can offer such treatment?
Yinzhu sat opposite his fourth brother, holding a chess piece and hesitating for a long time. Then he turned his head and cautiously looked at Kangxi sitting to the side. Seeing that Kangxi was too angry to pay attention to him, he could only helplessly turn his gaze away and choose a place he liked on the chessboard to put the chess piece down.
"Sigh, it's hard to be a person, and it's even harder to be a son. I've said it before, I'm just not cut out for Go. You two insisted on making me teach you. What, is our main goal just to torture each other?"
Yinzhuo was now completely focused on ending the game as soon as possible. Every move he made would wipe out a large portion of his forces. Eventually, even Emperor Kangxi, who usually indulged him, became furious, blowing his beard and glaring at him, cursing that the boy was incorrigible.
Yinzhuo didn't care at all about his father's furious behavior. Whether he was teachable or not, it wouldn't affect him in the end. After getting up and giving his seat to his father, he walked over and sat down near the door.
To be honest, looking at the nine dragons sitting in the room, all alive and well, and Kangxi, who had already lived beyond the achievements of history, Yinzhuo was extremely proud. He thought to himself, among all the time travelers throughout history, how many are as powerful as him?
To be honest, Yinzhuo never intended to change anyone's fate at first. He only wanted to be an observer, quietly watching them walk towards their predetermined ending while ensuring he lived a good life himself.
But as the saying goes, even though he thought his heart was as hard as stone, he was still a human being, and his heart was made of flesh and blood. The longer they spent together, the better they treated him, and the less Yinzhuo could bear to see them behave like they did in history.
His gentle flapping of wings did not bring about a cataclysmic upheaval in the Qing Dynasty, nor did it bring about a change of the world, but it did bring about the ending he desired.
In this timeline, Kowloon did not fight to the death for the throne under Emperor Kangxi as in history. Fathers and sons did not become estranged, brothers did not fall out, and everyone lived well. How can this not be considered a change?
Yinzhuo leaned back in his seat, holding the hot tea that Dexi had handed him. Listening to the bickering of Yinti, Yinreng, and the others beside him, he slowly closed his eyes. Once again, he felt grateful from the bottom of his heart for the blessing of the transmigrating god. In his hazy consciousness, Yinzhuo suddenly remembered the sentence he had seen online in his previous life.
Traveling from south to north, a lifetime of kindness and gratitude, bringing warmth and light...
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