vstars Chapter 117 Holding a cornbread bun in his hands, there wasn't a drop of oil in the dish.
Chapter 117 Holding a cornbread bun in his hands, there wasn't a drop of oil in the dish.
Yinzhuo knew, of course, that everyone was looking at him like that not because of anything on his face, but because they were shocked by his audacity. Yinzhen also understood that Yinzhuo's actions were not intended to instruct him, but rather to lighten the atmosphere in the tent that had quickly become dejected because of his arrival. So, under everyone's surprised gazes, Yinzhen picked up his chopsticks and, as Yinzhuo had instructed, took a piece of meat from the plate in front of him and put it into the pot.
"See? My fourth brother isn't scary at all. You guys eat and drink as usual, just pretend he doesn't exist. Changtai, didn't you say you liked this spicy hot pot? Come on, have some more."
Because of Yinzhuo's witty remarks, although everyone couldn't pretend that Yinzhen didn't exist, the atmosphere in the tent did ease up a lot. However, Yinzhen was almost never idle during the meal. Yinzhuo would ask him to help serve the dishes and help cook the meat, which allowed everyone to fully witness the little-known gentle side of the cold-faced fourth prince.
Kangxi, as a father with an extremely strong desire for control, could not possibly be unaware of what Yinzhuo had been doing in the military camp these days. When he learned that his son had changed the attitude of the soldiers of the Plain Red Banner through his own efforts, Kangxi was both gratified and heartbroken. The way the old father showed his heartbreak was very simple and unpretentious. He directly sent the imperial chef to the Plain Red Banner camp, set up a large pot, and gave all the soldiers in the camp an extra meal.
"Sixth Master, we are only able to enjoy this meal thanks to you. Otherwise, we roughnecks would never have the chance to eat food prepared by the imperial chef in our lives."
Like everyone else, Yinzhuo took a bowl and lined up to get his food from the imperial chef. Just as he found a seat in the tent, Changtai came over with his food. Yinzhuo glanced at his bowl, which clearly contained more meat than Changtai's, and used his chopsticks to transfer a few pieces of meat from his bowl to Changtai.
"Hey, you're wrong about that. It's not that you're benefiting from me, it's that I'm benefiting from you. If you like it, eat more. If you're not full, we can go outside and get more."
With his personal charm and various forms of bribery and entertainment, Yinzhuo lived a very prosperous life in the Plain Red Banner. Meanwhile, his unjustly married brothers followed various armies to different places, not only working hard but also living in a completely different quality of life. Take the meal that was placed in front of Yinti, for example. If Yinzhuo saw it, he would definitely sing a song for his elder brother, with lyrics like "holding cornbread in both hands, not a drop of oil in the dish."
"Sigh, when will this marching ever end? All I want now is a hot meal, why is that so hard?"
When Yin Zhi heard his elder brother's words, he looked down at the dry biscuit in his hand and sighed helplessly. Who could argue with that? Why is it so difficult to get a hot meal these days?
It's unclear when Yinti and the others' hard times will end, but Yinzuo's hard times seem to be coming to an end. Early this morning, Yinzuo had just returned from training at the drill ground when he saw Liang Jiugong standing at the entrance of his tent from a distance.
"Eunuch Liang, what wind is blowing you here at the Zheng Hongqi camp today?"
Liang Jiugong didn't care at all about Yinzhuo's teasing. When he saw Yinzhuo coming over, he stepped forward with a smile and bowed to him.
"Sixth Master, please stop teasing this old servant. His Majesty is setting off for the White Pagoda tomorrow and has sent me to fetch you."
Although life in the military camp was tough, Yinzhuo was quite reluctant to go back. He glanced around and casually beckoned a soldier over.
"Please go and invite General Changtai for me. Tell him I have something to discuss with him. Eunuch Liang, let's go inside and wait. I'll use this time to pack my things."
As the saying goes, "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation," and Yinzhuo indeed surprised Liang Jiugong. After entering the tent, Yinzhuo declined Liang Jiugong's help and quickly packed his things while chatting with Liang Jiugong about some interesting things in the military camp. Not long after, Changtai, who had received the news, rushed over.
"Sixth Master, I heard you're leaving? If you leave, who knows when we'll see you again."
Seeing Changtai's reluctant expression, Yinzhuo patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and handed him a box.
"As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and don't be so pessimistic. If we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again someday. This box contains some pickles, chili sauce, and hot pot base that I brought with me. I'm going back now, so I'll leave these things to you. Remember, you absolutely mustn't let that guy Ziktaha know about this, or he'll trick you out of it sooner or later."
After seeing Changtai off, Yinzhu went to Yinzhen's place again before leaving, only to find that his fourth brother was not there. In the end, he could only call in the soldiers outside his tent, give him a few simple instructions, and then return to Kangxi's side with Liang Jiugong.
"Father, your son is back. It's been so long since we last met. Did you miss him?"
Kangxi hadn't seen Yinzhi for over ten days. Whether he missed him or not was another matter, but his worry was undeniable. Upon hearing Yinzhi's voice, he quickly put down his book, got up, and walked around the desk towards the outside of the imperial tent. Yinzhi went inside, and Kangxi went outside. The father and son finally met victoriously at the entrance of the imperial tent.
"It's only been a little over ten days, but you seem to have lost a lot of weight. Not only have you lost weight, but your face has also darkened. And what happened to your hands? There's a cut on your palm. Liang Jiugong, hurry up and get some medicine..."
When Emperor Kangxi saw Yinzhuo return, he immediately disregarded his imperial dignity and pulled Yinzhuo in front of him to examine him carefully. He kept lamenting that his son had become darker and thinner. When he saw the wound on Yinzhuo's palm where a piece of flesh had been scraped off by some sharp object, the old father was heartbroken.
"My son just scratched his hand during training. He doesn't need any medicine; it will heal on its own in a couple of days. And it's not as exaggerated as you say. Although he looks a bit darker lately, you must be mistaken for someone else if you think he's thinner."
Although Yinzhuo kept saying he hadn't lost weight, he forgot that there's a kind of thinness that only his father thinks he's thin. Because of Kangxi's super filter, the first meal Yinzhuo ate after returning was quite lavish.
"And you still dare to deny it to me? You wouldn't even touch this kind of white meat normally. Sigh, eat slowly. If you're not full, I'll have the imperial chef make you some more..."
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Liang Jiugong personally brought water to serve the father and son so they could wash their hands. Yinzhuo took a handkerchief from the table, dried his hands, threw it into the basin, and got up to walk towards the bed next to him.
"Father, you don't know, but my fourth brother has really lost a lot of weight compared to his son. Last time I went to his tent to look for someone, I happened to catch him changing clothes. Those pants wouldn't have been able to stay on his waist if he wasn't holding them up with a belt. And his shirt was also hanging loosely. If my fourth brother is like this in the camp, I guess my eldest brother and third brother are in even worse shape at the front. Now that we're back in the capital, you have to give them a break so they can take good care of themselves."