activa-t Chapter 409 The bond between brothers is higher than the sky and broader than the earth.
Chapter 409 The bond between brothers is higher than the sky and broader than the earth.
Compared to Yinzuo's superb self-healing ability, Yinreng's recovery progress was much slower. With the same ointment and the same amount of time, Yinzuo's skin had already recovered, while Yinreng's face and neck were still recovering separately.
Yinzhuo, who had just returned from abroad, was actually quite troubled lately, because Yintang's merchant ship was about to depart for Japan, and he hadn't yet figured out how to write his reply.
"The bond between brothers is higher than the sky and broader than the earth. We will always remember those years. The bond between brothers is the most precious thing in our lives, like a glass of wine, like an old song..."
Kangxi was dozing off on the couch in the flower hall when Yinzhuo's shout startled him so much that he almost fell off the couch. He glanced up at Yinzhuo, who was still yelling at the top of his lungs, and immediately became furious. He picked up a covered bowl from the table and threw it on the ground in Yinzhuo's direction.
The loud crack of the teacup hitting the ground startled Yinzhuo, who was squinting and yelling at the top of his lungs. He opened his eyes and looked around, and found the broken teacup lying on the ground not far from him. Without even asking, he knew that no one but his father would dare to smash things like that in Qingxi Study.
"Father, what did I do to offend you this time? You slammed the cup at me like that, it startled me! Luckily it landed on the ground. If it had hit my head, I would have at least gotten a big bump, and if things had gone wrong, I might have even bled."
Hey, so you know that suddenly making a sound can startle people? Then why were you howling like that just now? And do you think I don't even have this much sense of propriety? Why don't you open your big eyes and take a good look? That cup is still quite a distance away from you. Don't worry, it won't hit your head.
Yinzhuo knew perfectly well why Kangxi had suddenly thrown a cup at him. Seeing that Kangxi was ignoring him, he quickly got up and walked a few steps to the couch where Kangxi was sitting. He squeezed down next to Kangxi, hugged his father's arm and pulled it slightly, trying to get his father's attention.
“Father, I didn’t mean to scare you by suddenly speaking out just now. I’ve been really worried these past two days. Brother, Fourteen wrote to me before asking if I liked anything from Japan. I’ve thought about it for a long time but I still can’t think of anything I want. But I don’t want to just say something to appease you. Little Nine’s merchant ship is about to set sail for Japan in a couple of days. That’s why I’m so anxious.”
Well, this was the first time in all his years that Kangxi had seen someone who received a gift more troubled than the one who gave it. Kangxi, who was the kind of person who would avoid throwing cups when angry, would naturally not make things difficult for his son over such a small matter. Hearing this, he pulled his arm out of Yinzuo's hand with a little force and gently poked Yinzuo's forehead a few times.
"Look at you, so easily fazed. What's the big deal that you're so worried about? If you really don't want anything, just tell your older brother and the others. Do you think they'll blame you for being evasive..."
Well, Yinzhuo knew that talking to his father about this would be pointless, so he simply ignored Kangxi's words, took off his shoes, climbed onto the couch, and took the paper and pen in front of Kangxi. He then began to list some of Japan's specialties based on his memory.
"Matcha, washi paper, sake, samurai swords, lacquerware... Sigh, that tiny little Japanese place really doesn't have anything good. If I wanted these things, why would my brothers have to bring them back from so far away? Local specialties, Father, you say that the Japanese... Yeah, aren't the Japanese the real local specialties?"
Kangxi watched as Yinzhu muttered to himself for a long time and even swore. After holding it in for a while, he couldn't help but reach out and poke Yinzhu's forehead a few times. Yinzhu was excited at the time. He didn't make a fuss when Kangxi poked his forehead. He laid out the paper again, picked up his pen, and began to write furiously.
"Wan Quan, come here, take this letter, seal it, and then find someone to deliver it to your Ninth Master. Tell him not to wait for the merchant ship to depart; that thing is too slow, and I'm afraid it won't make it in time..."
Yinzhuo's eager and excited expression was so obvious that it would be difficult for Kangxi, who was sitting right across from him, to pretend he didn't see it. Moreover, Kangxi was quite curious. Wasn't he just frowning and scratching his head a moment ago? How did he suddenly become so excited in such a short time?
"Yinzuo, come here and tell your father what you wrote in your letter to your elder brother just now?"
When Yinzhuo was replying to Yinti and the others, he only had a preliminary idea in mind. After thinking about it for a while, the idea became clearer and clearer. When he heard Kangxi's question, he first looked up at Kangxi for a while, and then asked Kangxi a question.
“Father, have you thought about how to settle the Japanese royal family after we win this war?”
The war on the front lines was progressing exceptionally smoothly, and Kangxi had naturally considered these issues. In his view, there were only two possible outcomes: one, to bring the people to the capital and confine them somewhere; two, to leave them in Japan as mascots to win over the hearts of the people. However, he now had a vague feeling that what Yinzhuo wanted was clearly not this answer.
"The war is still ongoing, and I haven't thought about this issue yet. Does Your Highness have any good suggestions?"
Yes, of course I do. Otherwise, I'd be making conversation out of boredom. When Kangxi asked for his opinion, Yinzhu excitedly leaned towards Kangxi, then casually gave his father a different kind of shock.
"Father, Shale, Du Shale, just like how the Ming Taizu treated corrupt officials, we should all be shaleed. That's what I'm thinking. After we win this war, Father, why don't we find a place around the capital to build a cemetery and bury the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for this war? As for those Japanese royals, of course we should use their heads to commemorate our heroes. Father, you must have heard of the Jingguan (a mound of skulls), why don't we..."
The shock that Yinzhuo's words brought to Kangxi was self-evident. He had raised this son by his side for so many years since he was a child, so he naturally understood his nature to some extent. However, he never knew that this child was such a bloodthirsty person at heart.
“Yinzuo, you…”
Well, seeing Kangxi's expression, Yinzhuo knew that his words had really provoked his father. Alas, what could he do? After all, his father's idea of winning people over with virtue was completely ineffective against such despicable devils. In the end, the only way to deal with them was to follow the saying—the sword had to be used to chop off the devil's head.