noffsinger Chapter 483 Sharing happiness and hardship together.
Chapter 483 Sharing happiness and hardship together.
Yinzhuo thought that Hongxu and the other kids were fast runners, and he might not be able to catch them if he went up the mountain now. After a moment's thought, he shouted loudly towards the tent.
"Hongxi, Hongyu, wake up and get your men up at the persimmon tree. Bring those little brats Hongxu and Hongtun back to me right now."
Hongxi and the others had eaten a lot at noon, and their stomachs were still full. None of them had slept yet. Upon hearing Yinzhuo's words, they all crawled out of their tents. Without asking any further questions, they gathered their men and led them up the mountain.
After Hongxi and his men left, Yinzhuo didn't stay idle either. He got up, scanned his surroundings, and then, as if he had found a target, walked to the side, picked and chose, broke off a branch about two fingers long, took a knife, and slightly whittled it into a handy wooden stick.
Yinzhuo guessed correctly. Hongxu and Hongming were indeed fast runners. By the time Hongxi and his men arrived, the three of them were already perched in the trees.
Fearing that making a sound might frighten the three monkeys in the tree, Hongxi, Hongyu, and the others, even though they were terrified, could only patiently stand aside and wait for the three creatures in the tree to finish playing before they led the others over.
"Hey, you three little devils are pretty bold. Instead of resting at the campsite in the middle of the day, you sneak up the mountain to pick persimmons. Have you forgotten what your Uncle Liu said before? Sigh, you're really pitiful. You're really good at playing dirty tricks today. Your butts are probably going to be bruised and battered."
Hongxu and Hongming were tigers, not fools. Although they were fearless, they were still flesh and blood. The thought of being punished when they went back made them, still holding persimmons in their arms, suddenly decide that staying on the mountain was better.
Yinzhuo's authority among the younger generation is beyond question. Even if Hongxu and the others could run away, Hongxi and Hongyu wouldn't dare let them go. After all, if they couldn't bring them back, they might be the ones who got beaten up.
When they were descending the mountain, Hongxu, Hongtun, and the others still held onto a sliver of hope that Yinzhuo would spare them. But once they reached the camp and saw Yinzhuo's menacing expression, only three words remained in their minds—they were doomed.
Ever since Yinzhuo learned that this troublesome fellow had come up the mountain, his heart had been in his throat. Now, seeing the group of people standing unharmed in front of him with persimmons in their arms, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, his anger was rising.
"You little brats, you're ignoring what I said before, aren't you? What, just because the tiger hasn't roared for a while, you think I'm a pushover? Hongxu, you come here right now, or I'll beat your ass until it's bruised and battered, or I'll call you 'Father'..."
Yinzhuo was too lazy to argue with Hongxu and the others. He raised his wooden stick, pointed to the chair in front of him, and gestured with his lips to Hongxu. The meaning was clear: if you know what's good for you, then lie down on the chair yourself.
Hongxu really didn't expect his father to be serious this time. Although he knew very well that he couldn't escape the beating, he couldn't help but try to fight back and get a lenient treatment.
"Father, your son knows he was wrong. I'll obediently kneel down and let you hit me a few times to vent your anger, but can we make a deal? This stick you're holding is far too thick. How about we get a thinner one?"
Yinzhu was already furious, and Hongxu's bargaining was like lighting a fuse. You think the stick is too thick? Fine, then let's get a thinner one.
"Akshan, didn't you hear what your young master just said? Go and get my riding whip, that thing is thin."
Good heavens, he was originally thinking of fighting for himself, but now he's walked right into the line of fire. At this point, Hongxu stopped struggling and obediently walked up to Yinzuo and lay down on the chair.
Hongxu had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, and the worst thing he had ever suffered was probably the medicine he had to drink when he was sick, let alone being whipped. Even though Yinzhuo deliberately held back, his buttocks were still immediately covered in blood and gore after a few lashes.
It's just a saying, "Share the good times and the bad." Since the persimmons were picked by several people together, then the beating should be shared by several people. Hongtun and Hongming are still young, so Yinzhuo naturally wouldn't use a horsewhip to whip them. He had someone hold the two little ones down on chairs, and then had someone break off a thinner willow branch and give them a good whipping on the bottom.
"Sixth Uncle, please forgive us this time, okay? We really know we were wrong. Nephew promises you, I will never climb trees again..."
Although Hongtun and Hongming were Yinzuo's nephews, they were not his biological sons. Even if they were to teach Yinzuo a lesson, they would not beat him too severely. Once the two begged for mercy, Yinzuo readily agreed.
When they went out in the morning, they walked upright, but when they came back in the afternoon, they were carried back. Kangxi, the owner of Changchun Garden, would naturally know about such a big event. As soon as he received the news, he immediately brought people to Yinzhuo's Shufeng Pavilion.
"What on earth happened? It was fine when I went out this morning. How come it's like this now after just one trip?"
When Kangxi arrived, the imperial physician was applying medicine to Hongxu, Hongtun, and Hongming, who were lying on the couch. Kangxi was a man who had led troops into battle, so how could he not tell what had caused the injuries on Hongxu and the others?
Yinzhu was still angry. When he saw Kangxi bring people in, he stood up, bowed to his father, and sat back down. When he heard Kangxi ask a question, he pointed to Hongxu lying on the bed and said angrily.
“You’ll have to ask your good grandson about this. He’s got a lot of power now. He doesn’t care what your son says at all. See those persimmons on that table over there? That’s why they got beaten up today. You don’t know how tall those persimmon trees are, six or seven meters tall, and they grow on a mountain…”
When Yinzhuo said this, Kangxi still didn't understand. These boys deserved the beating. The tree was six or seven meters tall and grew on a mountain. If they had fallen from it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Alright, now that they've been beaten and punished, you shouldn't hold it against them. Hongxu and the others have probably learned their lesson from this experience."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhuo looked up at Kangxi, then turned and glared at Hongxu and the others who kept glancing in their direction after hearing Kangxi's words. After a while, he finally spoke.
“Alright, since Father has said so, I will let them off this time. It’s not that I want to hold a grudge against them, but the main problem is that Thirteen and Fourteen are not in the capital right now. If something happens to their sons in my hands, how am I supposed to explain it to them when they come back? Besides, Hongxu really needs to be taught a lesson.”