Chapter 44 Black Sesame Buns

Seeing Honghui running to the Yangxin Palace crying with the evidence of being bullied in his arms, the princes all changed their expressions.

Only then did they realize that Honghui was not their brother. They had been tripping each other up so many times that they had formed a tacit understanding to resolve issues privately.

Because Kangxi attached great importance to the relationship between brothers and sisters, he hated to see them getting involved with each other.

Who would have thought that Honghui would be so careless as to bring the matter to the attention of Kangxi? Did he cry so directly to the Fourth Prince just because he was wronged in the mansion?
Imagine that the cold-hearted and gloomy Fourth Prince was hugging a little baby and coaxing him in private. It was really disgusting.

Someone reacted quickly and tried to reach out to stop Honghui, but the Thirteenth Prince and the Fourteenth Prince blocked the door from the left and right.

So, Kangxi looked at his beloved grandson crying breathlessly, and after learning the reason, he was too lazy to investigate. He directly ordered each person to be beaten with ten boards. After the beating, he asked the imperial physician to apply medicine. He also issued an oral order, asking them to think carefully about what it means to respect the elderly and love the young, and to be friendly to brothers and respectful to younger brothers.

After crying, Honghui covered his face with his hands embarrassedly and secretly glanced at Kangxi through his fingers.

Kangxi naturally noticed his little trick and said unhappily, "Why are you looking so weird!"

"Do you know what you did today is wrong?"

Honghui stood in front of Kangxi and nodded: "Honghui did not take good care of his school supplies, this is the first mistake. He could not maintain a good relationship with his uncles and brothers, this is the second mistake. It is not gentlemanly to come and tell tales, this is the third mistake."

"Forgive me, Honghui is not a good child." Honghui's eyes were filled with tears again, as if he was about to cry. "Mother said that Ama would always protect Honghui, but now Ama is busy with work. Forgive me, Ama will always protect Honghui. This book was copied by mother herself when Honghui was sick. Honghui was very sad to see it destroyed."

"Huang Mafa, you are an omnipotent person in this world. Can you make this book intact?"

Kangxi looked at Honghui, who was standing in front of him with his back straight, and suddenly he felt something new in his heart. This child was usually courteous to his uncles and aunts, and had never had any conflicts with the eunuchs and palace maids in the Yangxin Palace.

This time, he felt revengeful because his mother's love was destroyed. He is such a kind-hearted child.

Kangxi flipped through the ink-soaked book and thought for a moment: "Liang Jiugong, bring me the Analects on the bookshelf."

Liang Jiugong was stunned for a moment, looking at the ignorant Honghui, and suddenly felt that he could not understand this five-year-old child.

He swiftly took out a box from the seventh shelf on the left and handed it to Kangxi with both hands.

Kangxi took it and opened the box. Inside was a set of enlightenment books. He flipped through a few pages with some nostalgia. Honghui saw some childish handwriting on them and felt a little puzzled.

"This is what I used when I was young. There are some notes from the Empress Dowager on it. You have to keep it carefully, understand?"

Honghui's eyes lit up, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Honghui thanks the Emperor for his grace, and thanks the Empress Dowager for her grace."

"Little clever boy." Kangxi pointed at Honghui and wanted to keep him but was rejected.

Honghui held the box of books in his arms, and seemed reluctant to let it go: "Your Majesty, Honghui also wants to stay with you. But because of Honghui's fault, the uncles and brothers were all punished, and Honghui is not immune. I will go and accept the punishment now."

Kangxi also wanted them to have a good relationship, so he did not force them to stay.

The eunuch who had been serving Honghui with his writing brush asked in a low voice when he saw that there was no one around and he was far away from the Yangxin Palace: "My Lord, I have a bad memory. I seem to have copied your textbook. What are you doing..."

Honghui looked around and said, "You remembered it wrongly."

He thought to himself that his mother's calligraphy was so beautiful that it was unsightly to look at it.

Honghui once saw Yihua writing. Not only did she only write half of the word, but the characters were also of different sizes, which was worse than the handwriting of someone who had just started learning.

Later, it seemed that he practiced secretly and was able to present himself to others.

But this matter should be just a little secret between mother and son, even Ama doesn't need to know it.

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Yinzhen had no idea what was happening in the palace, and he thought Yihuan and her son had long since gone to another villa for vacation. In addition, Yihuan didn't want to be distracted by family affairs, so every letter she sent was about eating, drinking and having fun.

Thinking about the suffering of the disaster relief, Yinzhen, as the person in charge, must share the joys and sorrows with the victims. Yihuan sent a small jar of his favorite pickles along with the envelope.

She also wrote in the letter: "I cannot understand your hardship, so I am sending you a small dish to comfort you. Please don't worry."

Yinzhen started laughing as he read, and used it to comfort his lovesickness. What kind of lovesickness? The lovesickness that tastes like pickles?

However, Yinzhen was very satisfied with the jar of pickles, and Yin'er was refused when he wanted to eat a few more bites.

Yinzhen said with a hint of boasting: "When you get married, I'll ask your wife to prepare it for you."

Yinzhen was extremely satisfied with the things Yihuan sent. He could now truly feel that the two of them had a mutual understanding.

Disaster relief is now at a critical stage. It is not easy to have a bowl of hot porridge to fill the stomach every day. This jar of pickles comes just in time.

Yinzhen was speechless. What a good thing it was, and he treasured it so much.

If he really wanted to exchange it for silver, what delicacies from the mountains and the sea would he not be able to eat? !
But as imperial envoys, they have to set an example. If he really dares to indulge in extravagant activities, Fourth Brother will be the first one to not let him off.

Lord Xu acted quickly and had already collected a lot of evidence against the prefect and his accomplices. Everyone was in danger.

Yinzhen did not act on his own. He drafted a memorial and sent it to the palace at an express speed of 800 miles, listing everything he had seen and heard in the past few days, as well as the witnesses and evidence, and finally asked how to deal with the matter.

Kangxi was very satisfied with Yinzhen's performance and executed him immediately with a stroke of his pen.

Huzhou was chosen as an example, and more than a dozen officials were beheaded as a public display.

While dealing with the officials, Yinzhen personally oversaw the excavation of the river and hired disaster victims to provide these displaced people with a temporary way to survive.

A week later, the river channel was successfully completed and the flood slowly flowed away along the river channel. However, within a day, the ground in the city was almost dry.

The people cried with joy and ran around to tell each other: the flood has receded!
Yinzhen was afraid that plague would breed after the disaster, so in addition to providing porridge every day, he also cooked medicine and gave it to the victims for free, thus minimizing casualties.

Yinzhen specially wrote parallel prose, exposing the cases of corruption by officials in Huzhou one by one, and finally focusing on the emperor's grace and understanding of the people's sentiments, which earned him a lot of favor from Kangxi.

When the disaster relief was over, the people spontaneously presented Kangxi with an umbrella. Yinzhen was not in a hurry to leave, but slowly spread the word of Kangxi's great grace along the way.

Yinzhen sat in the carriage with some boredom: "Fourth brother, is this the end of the matter?"

"What else?" Yinzhen closed his eyes and rested with the book.

"Those government grains, millions of taels of silver, are we just going to ignore them?" Yinzhen felt itchy at the thought of so much silver slipping away from his hands.

"What did the Emperor's imperial edict say?"

"Behead and make a decision."

"Yes, the emperor knows the situation and doesn't want to pursue it. Let's just pretend to be blind and dumb for once." Yinzhen didn't care. He could guess where the money ended up. He just didn't know if the emperor could still sleep peacefully.

Yinzhen was not stupid either. He let out his anger and continued to enjoy the breeze in the carriage.

It’s still more fun to take this trip. Not only can I help Fourth Brother do something practical, but I can also experience the Jiangnan style. The beauty I caught a glimpse of that day was so charming.

Unfortunately, Yinlang glanced at Yinzhen and found that there was a real blind man here.