inspire-indiana Chapter 112: Brother 6 said that there is no father and son in the royal family, and Brother 5 said
Chapter 112: Brother 6 said that there is no father and son in the royal family, and Brother 5 said
At first, it was not smooth sailing for Yinzhen to cling to his fourth brother, and he was secretly sad.
I was afraid that the two brothers were too busy to bother with this little brat. I didn't expect that the friendship between the ninth brother and him was still there despite the distance. The fourth brother...
Although Fourth Brother’s words were brief, or rather his letter was a little concise and to the point, he still answered all the questions I asked.
The most amazing thing was that the tenth and fourteenth brothers wrote to him without his earnest instructions. They wrote to him for fun, no matter how big or small the matter was.
Others' words are short but their feelings are deep, but I am just trying to express my feelings.
Once the valve of inspiration was opened, they couldn't turn it off. They wished that three or five letters could make the thickness of a book.
Every time Yinxuan was surprised and happy, he also felt a little helpless.
After all, reading a letter is fun, but replying to it is a bit too difficult. Writing with a brush not only tests your skills, but is also slow and prone to mistakes. If you put a dot of ink on it, a cup of tea, a stick of incense, or even a meal will be wasted.
Yinxuan, who was tired but didn't want to lose the information channel, frowned.
A long sigh.
Kangxi was so sad that he was shocked. "What happened? Could it be... We agreed that you should stay for a while longer to give your brother, the crown prince, more opportunities to practice. As for Huang Luzhuang and Dai Zi, you can summon them to Changchun Garden if you like."
If the prince was here, he would have to secretly glare at him even if it meant risking the whole world's disapproval. Then he discussed with his brothers in private: In order to monopolize Xiao Shiba, Khan Ama really racked his brains.
Yinxuan, who was kept in the dark, could only wave his chubby hands helplessly: "It's not that! My brothers wrote too many and too long letters, and it's a bit difficult for me to reply. Isn't it time to use my brain and think of some ways to save time and effort?"
"Isn't this simple?"
Kangxi said that he could ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to carve a few seals for him saying "I understand, my brother misses you too."
Let him write the letter and cover it according to his mood.
Yinxuan: ...
Very good and very untouched.
This was before he saw his father Kangxi busy reviewing memorials all day long. Most of them were greetings such as "It's raining again" and "It's hotter this year than in previous years", and some small suggestions.
As a result, he was educated by his father the emperor and his brother the prince, and understood that although the memorials for greetings were cumbersome, they could play an important role in helping the emperor understand whether there were disasters in various places.
Now he is being taught and applied on the spot?
Kangxi refused to acknowledge him and just said that he loved his son.
Then, he was dragged by his beloved son to attend the practical class.
Graphite and clay were mixed in a certain proportion and pressed into a thin lead core. The outside was glued to cork. The father and son invented a pencil that could be sharpened as needed, was easy to carry, and did not need to be dipped in ink.
When the thin but clear handwriting appeared on the snow-white rice paper, the father and son exclaimed in surprise.
Of course, Yinxuan was pretending.
And Kangxi really realized the power of Xiao Fuxing again.
The little guy was still young, and he just thought that with this convenient and readily available pencil, it would be more convenient for him to write letters to his brothers in the future.
But Kangxi understood what was involved in this, and it could even reduce the entire cost of studying.
Graphite clay is readily available, and pencils can be made at very low prices.
And with a pencil in hand, you can save on ink, inkstone and pen.
Even paper is saved a lot.
Because the pencil lead is thin, you can write very small words. On the same piece of paper, you can write more content with pencil words, and both sides can be used...
It is not easy for a poor family to study. In addition to tuition and books, pens, ink, paper and inkstone are also a major item.
The widespread use of pencils is definitely a blessing for poor students all over the world.
It will also be another great benevolent policy during the reign of Emperor Kangxi.
The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became. Without any urging from Kangxi, he ordered his men to pack up quickly and return to the palace with their luggage.
Just as he had suddenly decided to take a short break.
Of course, when returning, the prince was ordered to pick him up, but Yinxuan was enjoying his meal and didn't pay any attention.
I just thought he suddenly returned to the palace with some ulterior motive: [Oh my god, could it be that he finally caught the second prince's trick and decided to launch a surprise attack on him? If so, should I help the second brother or play blind and wait for the fourth brother to return with glory after all his achievements?]
Kangxi:......
No matter which brother you help, have you ever thought about being on the same side with me?
You little bastard!
If this weren't my own son, if this weren't my little auxiliary star, you'd keep slandering me like this all day, thinking all kinds of bad things of me. In a few years, there will be a tree growing tall and majestically over your grave...
Kangxi cursed in his heart, but on his face he looked like a great father. This smile was inevitably a little distorted.
Yinzhen was very alert: [This smile is more sinister than the one when the wolf kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood. Although this is my biological father, he would not trick me into killing me. But... my sixteenth brother said that there is no father and son in the royal family, and my fifteenth brother said that Kangxi father regards Emperor Minghuang of Tang as an idol.]
[Everyone who knows knows that he is a ruthless man who killed three people in one day. What if...]
Ah ~
Puff, puff!
After working so hard to get to the front row, they could see their younger brother first. But when they heard such fatal words, both the fifteenth and sixteenth fell down and screamed.
Yinxuan, who hadn't seen his brother for a long time, was very happy but also very distressed.
She circled around the two men like a butterfly, looking here and there: "Fifteenth brother, Sixteenth brother, you are here! Are you hurt? Let the imperial physician take a look. How could you be so careless..."
A little late, but just in time to catch up with the crown prince, eldest prince and others in the audience: Is it possible that they were not careless, but were suddenly stabbed in the heart by you?
The desire to survive made them choose to sprain their ankle.
This saves Khan Ama the trouble of planning and finding reasons to beat them.
Fifteen and Sixteen wanted to cry but had no tears: They really, really didn't have any rebellious thoughts. They just knew that their younger brother was gifted and liked to criticize the emperor and his father. They tried to make him be more cautious in his words and thoughts and not be so wild.
As a result, his strength allowed his younger brother to act recklessly, and even forced Khan Ama to endure the frustration.
No matter how he was trying to reveal his dark history, he dared not interrupt easily.
However, their old advice was dug up and they were glared at by their father and brother.
If gazes had substance, the two brothers would either be tortured to death or turned into hedgehogs.
Just, pitiful.
I was grimacing in pain, but I also had to use my brain at the same time. I was thinking about how to avoid being scolded by Khan Ama when I was interrogated at the meeting later.
Fortunately, Kangxi was in a good mood today. After glaring at them for a few minutes, he asked the imperial physician to take a good look at them.
Tell them to be careful in the future and not to be so rash.
I actually easily covered this article.
But the others are envious: Is this the benefit of being born of the same mother as Xiao Fuxing?
Mistakes can be taken lightly!
But the answer is no.
Kangxi smiled reservedly, but there was no trace of reserve in his tone: "I invented the Kangxi pencil with your eighteenth brother, and I was just about to return to the palace to share it with you, and it happened that you came."