vstars Chapter 228 The Wrong Direction Was Chosen for Worship
Chapter 228 The Wrong Direction Was Chosen for Worship
Although everyone says that this young man is arrogant and impetuous, driving a Range Rover and a Lincoln limousine, this is the Qing Dynasty, my friend. Neither Range Rover nor Lincoln were things that existed back then. Honghui eventually paid the price for his youthful arrogance. How big was the price? Let's just say that even the troublemaker Fourteenth was twitching when he saw it.
"Sixth Uncle, did I hear that right? The Diamond Sutra is copied 120 times? That's more than 5,000 characters per copy. If I copy it 120 times, will my hands be ruined?"
Now you know why the Fourteenth Prince was twitching, right? Anyone would be twitching after copying the Diamond Sutra one hundred and twenty times. Yinzhuo glanced at Honghui's trembling little hand stretched out in front of him, smiled, and took it in his hand, squeezing it gently.
"Honghui, don't be afraid. Look, your fourteenth uncle and brother Hongxi are right here. Go and beg them. Maybe they'll soften their hearts and agree to help you."
Soft-hearted? Impossible, absolutely impossible. Fourteen felt that his heart was as hard as stone at this moment, and no matter what anyone said to him, it would not work. Although Hongxi and the others were not as resistant as Fourteen showed, judging from the restrained expressions on their faces, they obviously did not want to copy the book either. Honghui looked at this one and that one, and finally turned his gaze to Yinzhuo, who was sitting calmly and composedly to the side.
"Sixth Uncle, is there really no room for negotiation? If you continue to be so willful, I'm going to complain to the Khanmafa."
Tattling? Yinzhuo finally turned his gaze to his poor little nephew. He raised his hand and beckoned to Honghui. When Honghui came up to him, he smiled and tapped his little forehead with his finger.
“Nephew, I’m not trying to criticize you, but you’ve chosen the wrong person to complain to. Go ask your fourteenth uncle who he usually complains to when I disciplined him as a child.”
When faced with his nephew's request for advice, Uncle Fourteen was very enthusiastic. After all, when he was a child, he was usually beaten up by his sixth brother and had no one to turn to. Now, his nephew is much better off than he was back then. At least he just chose the wrong direction when he was worshipping the gods, instead of having no one to protect him.
“Honghui, speaking of this, your fourteenth uncle believes he has some authority. As someone who’s been through it all, I can only give you one piece of advice: you can complain to anyone, but you absolutely cannot go to your grandfather. Listen to me, you won’t go wrong. Your grandfather can’t control your sixth uncle. Once the case reaches your grandfather, it’s over. You’re guaranteed to lose. If you want to complain, you should go to your grandmother…”
At this moment, Honghui's little head was filled with big doubts. Wait a minute, isn't he, the Emperor, the most powerful man in the world? Why can't he control his sixth uncle? Honghui's doubts were obviously shared by the other three little ones. Faced with the questioning eyes of Honghui, Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing, Yinzhuo put down the teacup he was holding, got up and walked over to the little ones, reaching out to tap each of their foreheads.
"Alright, it's better for young children not to know too much. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Just remember one thing: when it comes to suing, if I admit to being second, no one in our Aisin Gioro family dares to admit to being first. You must copy the Diamond Sutra one hundred and twenty times. Not only do you have to copy it, but you can't miss a single copy. Hongxi, if you want to help, then go help him. If you don't want to, then just play by yourselves and don't bother him. Got it?"
Hehe, look how proud you are. Is being able to tattle something so remarkable? Honghui looked up at Yinzhuo for a long time, and after confirming that his sixth uncle was determined to teach him a lesson today, he could only sigh helplessly. Well, whether he wanted to admit it or not, being able to tattle seemed to be a remarkable thing. Of course, he was referring to the fact that his sixth uncle always won when he tattled.
Since even the most powerful Khan Mafa in the world couldn't control Sixth Uncle, it's likely that Granny Ma wouldn't be able to do anything either. Having given up on the idea of complaining, Xiao Honghui immediately became dejected. Of course, he wasn't the only one who was listless. After realizing once again that Sixth Uncle was invincible, even Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing became listless.
After seeing off the dejected little fellows, only Yinzhuo, the thirteenth, and the fourteenth brothers remained in the flower hall of Shufeng Pavilion. The fourteenth brother was filled with questions. He really didn't understand why his sixth brother had punished him so severely this time, since Honghui hadn't said anything.
"Sixth Brother, haven't you always doted on that kid Honghui? The child didn't do anything wrong, isn't punishing him with 120 recitations of the Diamond Sutra a bit too harsh?"
Upon hearing this, Yinzhuo looked at the thirteenth and fourteenth princes who were staring at him with puzzled expressions. He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing. Since it was difficult to explain, he simply stopped trying, got up, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the room.
"Alright, you don't need to worry about Xiao Honghui anymore. I know what's going on. You're not busy lately, so you can keep an eye on these kids for me. They're at that mischievous age, so I don't want them to tear down my Shufeng Pavilion. Go back now, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep a bit more."
Thirteen and Fourteen aren't busy these days, are they? They've already graduated from the Imperial Study, and Kangxi hasn't assigned them any jobs yet. They're practically bubbling with boredom every day. They're quite happy to accept Yinzhuo's orders, since taking care of children is a good fit for them. Isn't it just playing with kids? Entrusting this task to them is a piece of cake.
When Yinzhuo said he wanted to sleep, he never hesitated. After returning to his bedroom, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and slept until mid-afternoon. After getting up, he strolled outside and asked Dexi, only to find that the thirteenth and fourteenth brothers had not yet returned. So he simply asked Dexi to find a fishing rod and took a bucket to the waterside pavilion to pass the time.
As evening approached, the uncle and his nephews finally arrived. Yinzhu glanced at them and couldn't help but laugh. The main reason was that the expressions on their faces were completely opposite. Thirteen, Fourteen, Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing, who had been playing all afternoon, had smiles on their faces that were brighter than the sunset. As for Honghui, who had been copying books all afternoon, his lips were so pouting that they could practically hang an oil lamp on them.
"Honghui, come here."
Honghui had now truly experienced the power of his sixth uncle. Even though he was somewhat reluctant, he still ran over to his sixth uncle as soon as he heard Yinzhu call him. When he got to him, Yinzhu took the little guy's hand and squeezed it, then raised his hand and rubbed his little head.
"Oh, as expected of Fourth Brother's son, you really inherited his honesty. I did punish you by making you copy the sutra 120 times, but I didn't say when you were going to hand it in. Why didn't you go out and play with your Thirteenth Uncle and the others this afternoon? You could have copied the sutra after you had your fun. Sigh, you're not as good as me in this respect. Your Sixth Uncle was once punished by your Grandfather to copy the Diamond Sutra 360 times, and I wasn't worried at all..."
Yes, yes, you weren't without worries back then, because it was us who were worried! Do you dare tell your nephews how many of those 360 copies of the Diamond Sutra were copied by us brothers? You know, your handwriting was learned from your father, so it was at least five, six, seven, or eight points similar, if not exactly. Poor us, when we were imitating your handwriting to copy the book, we were terrified every single stroke.