vstars Chapter 202 The King Takes Me on a Mountain Patrol
Chapter 202 The King Takes Me on a Mountain Patrol
Emperor Kangxi originally thought that Yinzhuo would at most take Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing to live as kings in the side hall of Qingxi Study. Who would have thought that in just two days, his eldest son and his several grandsons would turn his Changchun Garden into their own paradise.
"The king summoned me to patrol the mountain, so I wandered the mortal realm, beating my drum and banging my gong, life full of rhythm. The king summoned me to patrol the mountain, to catch a monk for dinner. The water in this mountain stream is incredibly sweet; I envy neither the mandarin ducks nor the immortals..."
Well, just hearing this noise, I knew that Yinzhuo, the Monkey King, had returned from his patrol with his few mischievous underlings. Kangxi rubbed his throbbing temples, put down his pen, and got up to walk towards the flower hall outside.
Yinzhuo, along with his three little monkeys Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing, munching on candied hawthorns and humming a catchy tune, entered the room and came face to face with Kangxi, who was standing in the flower hall cosplaying as the black-faced Zhang Fei. Yinzhuo was alright; although he startled his father, he was still able to finish the last line of his song. However, Hongxi and the others didn't have the courage of their sixth uncle. They all opened their mouths and were speechless for a long time before they came to their senses.
"Grandson Hongxi (Hongyu, Hongqing) pays his respects to Khanmafa."
Kangxi glanced at his grandson, who was respectfully bowing to him, and then at his son, who had walked up to him and was confidently taking a teacup to drink tea. Only four words kept recurring in his mind—"My creditor."
“Hongxi, get your two younger brothers up. It’s so cold outside today. Where did your sixth uncle take you to play again? Look how bundled up you are. Liang Jiugong, take the young princes to change into lighter clothes first.”
It has to be said that Yinzhuo's sixth uncle was indeed a close relative. This guy was really afraid that his little nephews would get cold when he went out. He wrapped Hongxi and the others up in layers of clothes, making them look like dumplings. It was quite a feat for those children to be dressed like that and still be able to run around the garden with Yinzhuo.
After receiving Kangxi's instructions, Liang Jiugong quickly took the children to the side hall where they were temporarily staying to change clothes. When Yinzhuo saw that Liang Jiugong had taken the children away, his expression relaxed. He put down his teacup, kicked off his shoes, threw off his socks, and walked barefoot to the bed where Kangxi usually rested. He lay down on the bed and exhaled a deep breath.
"Father, this idea of yours is absolutely terrible! The playmates you found for our son aren't playmates at all, they're practically three little devils! Do you know how terrifying it is to wake up in the middle of the night with three kids standing in front of you? Last night, your three precious grandsons almost scared me to death! And this morning, it was freezing cold outside, and guess what? They actually woke me up by lying next to my bed! I thought they had some major problem they couldn't solve, but they told me: 'Your Majesty, we need to go patrol the mountain...' Good heavens, Your Majesty... This damned patrol... Father, did I lose my mind and teach them to sing those songs for no reason..."
If one had to give a rating to Yinzhuo's resentment at this moment, it would at least be on the level of Sadako. Kangxi was initially angered by Yinzhuo's actions of flying shoes and socks, and was about to reprimand him when he was amused by Yinzhuo's resentful words.
"Heh, now you're blaming me again? I haven't even settled accounts with you yet! Look at the state you've made of my Qingxi Study these past two days. Liang Jiugong and his men have been cleaning up after you, but they can't keep up with your rate of destruction. And look at your shoes and socks, just thrown on the ground like that. You're not acting like a prince at all. You look just like a street ruffian. Stop lying there and get up and put your shoes and socks away."
Getting up is out of the question. He doesn't act like a prince at all. What kind of prince is he? Let his elder brother or third brother take care of the child for a couple of days and see. They'd be better off than him. Yinzhu ignored Kangxi's words, pulled a blanket over himself, turned his head away, and said, "I won't listen, I won't listen, Father's sermons..."
Emperor Kangxi was so exasperated by Yinzhuo's smooth and effortless feigned death that he almost laughed. As the saying goes, this is his own son, but also his creditor. As the emperor, Emperor Kangxi had a million ways to make Yinzhuo submit, but as a father, he was truly helpless.
It didn't matter that Kangxi couldn't do anything about Yinzuo. When the three brothers, Hongxi, Hongyu, and Hongqing, returned after changing their clothes, Yinzuo, the troublemaker, finally met his match. If it were Yintang, Yinxi, or the Fourteenth Prince, who were the three troublemakers, standing in front of him, he would naturally have dealt with them without hesitation. But now, standing in front of him were three adorable little kids who would call him Sixth Uncle in soft voices. Even if he had a thousand methods, he couldn't use a single one.
"Sixth Uncle, shall we go play Eagle Catches Chicks? This time I want to be the eagle..."
"Hmph, Hongqing, that's a bad suggestion. What's so fun about eagle catching chicks? It snowed again yesterday, Sixth Uncle, let's go outside and build a snowman. Didn't you say yesterday that you're super good at building snowmen? Let's go build the Monkey King and his henchman, Little Drill Wind..."
Yinzhuo glanced at Hongyu and Hongqing, who were arguing fiercely about what game to play, and rubbed his throbbing temples. What were they even talking about? Did the Monkey King have little whirlwinds under his command? That wasn't what he told them yesterday...
"Eunuch Liang, could you please get me a glass of water? Hongqing, Hongyu, let me give you a piece of advice: turn your voices down to the lowest possible volume, or I'll have to give you a proper dragon roar."
Hmm... Did Yinzhuo's threat have any effect? In short, it had very little effect. The child was only stunned for a moment, and then, out of curiosity about how his sixth uncle would roar like a dragon, he started arguing even more enthusiastically.
Hearing the sharp cracking sound in his ears, Yinzhuo felt his temples throb. He turned his head and glanced at Kangxi, who was not far away with his eyes closed as if he were deaf. He raised his hand and fiercely threw off the blanket on his body. He got up and walked over to the two little things, Hongyu and Hongqing, and then picked them up one in each hand.
"Alright, Sixth Uncle likes this kind of braised pork ribs. You know it's impossible, but you still do it, right? Hongxi, go over there and bring two stools over."
Hongxi glanced at his sixth uncle, who was smiling broadly, and then at his two silly younger brothers who were still laughing even as his sixth uncle held them in his arms. He silently lit a candle for them in his heart.
Hongqing, Hongyu, you two don't actually think our Sixth Uncle is easy to get along with just because he's always so cheerful, do you? Sigh, I can't blame you two. If I hadn't witnessed him dealing with Fourteenth Uncle, I probably would be in the same situation as you two today.