Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

After Honghui returned to Haitang Garden, he was still worried about the refugees and was thinking about when to test the waters in front of his father.

But he didn't care about the refugees at the moment because he was shocked by the ugliness of his own handwriting.

Looking at the large black ink characters on the desk, which were copied from a famous calligrapher's copybook, the handwriting is blurred, the lines are crooked, and the ink is not evenly applied at all. It's a real mess.

Honghui had seen countless people writing with great vigor and he had also seen a lot of precious writing instruments and inks. He originally thought that writing was not a difficult task, but when it came to his turn to try it himself, he realized what it meant to learn something at a glance but to give up after trying it!

Who can tell him why calligraphy can be written like this?

Honghui counted the results of his hard work these days one by one with tears in his eyes. He could only say that there is no ugliest, only uglier.

"Mother, wuwu..."

It was the first time that Yixiu saw Honghui so depressed. She was afraid that he was in trouble, so she asked him about it immediately.

Honghui covered his face and muffled the words, "Mother, my son's handwriting is too ugly."

Yixiu took the stack of bamboo paper from her son with a smile and a tear, flipped through it briefly, and knew where the problem lay.

"Honghui, have you forgotten something? You are only three years old. It's good enough that you can hold a pen. Do you dare to expect that you can write good characters that others have practiced for decades just by starting to write?"

Yinzhen, who just walked in from the door, heard these words and began to teach him earnestly, "Honghui, don't be too ambitious. There is no shortcut to calligraphy. It requires years of practice. Besides, you are only three years old. Your bones are still soft. It is normal that you can't control the strength of the pen. Don't make a fuss."

"Thank you for your teachings, Father. I know I am wrong."

Seeing Honghui's drooping mouth, Yinzhen felt distressed and hurried to comfort him, fearing that his always intelligent eldest prince would really become dejected.

"Don't worry, my father went through the same thing. As long as you practice hard every day, one day you will be able to write beautiful characters like this."

Honghui then burst into laughter and scratched his forehead shyly, his eyes were wandering and his eyeballs were rolling around.

He always prided himself on being mature, but he never expected that just a small setback would make him unable to control his frustration and end up making a fool of himself.

Yinzhen looked at his son's performance and felt a little amused, but he also put aside his unspeakable doubts.

After all, they are still children!

"Come, come to Ama, Ama will teach you how to hold a pen and write."

Honghui was caught off guard and flew into the air. He was picked up by his father and sat on his lap.

Huh? This, this... I have never been this close to my father before!

Yinzhen was only concerned with holding his son's little hand in his palm. He spread out the bamboo paper and slowly wrote the word "Da" and the word "Yong" with a brush.

"Practicing calligraphy should start with tracing red characters, and then copying famous calligraphy. Only by working hard every day can you write good characters. The ancients said: seeing the characters is like seeing the person, and practicing calligraphy can improve one's character. Honghui, you are my eldest brother, you must work hard to support the Fourth Prince's Mansion."

Seeing that his father was so serious, Honghui also adjusted his attitude and said, "I will learn from you, son."

"But my son sees that my father's handwriting can catch up with this copybook. I wonder if my father's handwriting is the best among all the imperial uncles?"

Of course, Honghui knew the answer, because his father was once praised for his "elegant calligraphy, which combines various styles in a wonderful way", and it happened that this word was later passed to the palace, and he was fortunate enough to hear it.

Yinzhen was proud in his heart, but he was humble on the surface. "Your father gave you a good education. He also paid special attention to the calligraphy and studies of the princes and grandchildren. Therefore, your uncles and uncles all have good handwriting. They all have their own strengths, and they are not inferior to father!"

However, there is an exception, and that is the Eighth Prince Yinsi, who has always been at odds with him. The Eighth Prince has terrible handwriting, and he has been beaten and scolded by the Emperor many times but has not been able to change it. Now he has given up!

It’s not easy to say this to Honghui, after all, it would hurt the friendship between royal brothers.

"Really? But my son still likes my father's handwriting more. It looks like he put a lot of effort into it. My son will take my father as an example."

Yinzhen didn't say anything at the time. He turned around and wrote a copy of calligraphy himself and asked Su Peisheng to send it to Honghui, asking him to copy his calligraphy.

Then, Honghui didn't see his father for more than ten days. If someone hadn't come to the front yard from time to time to pick up his tracing homework, Honghui would have thought that his father was too busy to remember him.

Look, today it’s Su Peisheng again. He bowed and smiled somewhat fawningly at the eldest prince Honghui.

"Big brother, Lord Beile wants me to take your homework again. Please let me pack it and take it back."

Honghui handed a stack of bamboo paper that he had prepared long ago to Su Peisheng. He came once every three days, so he took away the homework from the previous three days.

"Is Ama busy lately? Eunuch Su, please take good care of Ama and don't let him get tired or sick!"

"Thank you for your concern, my master is busy distributing porridge to refugees in the outer city. The progress was not smooth a few days ago, and I lost a few pounds due to exhaustion. But recently there are no major problems, and the progress is smooth. I think in a few days, my master will be able to relax."

Honghui seemed to be thinking about something. His father's status was still a little low and he would be bullied if he was not careful.

Sure enough, a few days later, news came from outside the mansion that my father had been impeached by the censor.

I don't know who did it, but the censor impeached my father in court, saying that he was selling inferior goods as good ones and mixed sand into the porridge he gave to the refugees.

At this time in the Qianqing Palace, Yinzhen knelt on the ground without daring to raise his head, waiting for his father's decision.

Kangxi did not get angry, but asked calmly, "Yinzhen, do you think you did something wrong in this matter?"

Yinzhen thought of the compassion that Honghui showed in front of him, his own insignificant situation in the court, and the scenes of widespread misery he saw in the outer city. Finally, the scene froze on the pale and emaciated refugees. He still can't forget the look in their eyes when they looked at the soup kitchen in the Fourth Prince's Mansion. It was the hope of survival.

"Father, I am right. My method may sound a little sinister, but it can indeed save many people."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of damaging your reputation? There have been rumors recently that you, the Fourth Prince, can't even win people's hearts, and yet you do such stupid things?"

Yinzhen had thought about the possible consequences before making up his mind. The emperor would not reprimand him too much on this matter. He was so happy to see that he was doing things for the public good!

"Your Majesty, I only thought about how to help more refugees survive this crisis, and I didn't care about my reputation. But I am just a prince, so I don't need too much support from the people. All the people in the world are your subjects."

The will of the people? What does the will of the people mean? He has won the will of the people under the watchful eyes of the Emperor. Does he think that his death is not fast enough?

Kangxi laughed out loud when he heard this. He had never blamed Yinzhen for being nosy, but he disliked these censors for meddling in other people's affairs.

"Okay! Yinzhen, you can stand up. I give you these four characters. You should study hard in the future, be loyal to me, be impartial to the people, and follow the example of Prince Yu to assist the Crown Prince as a wise prince."

"Yes, I accept your order and thank you."

Yinzhen breathed a sigh of relief, as he had gotten through this hurdle safely. When he took the emperor's handwriting and took a look, he saw the four big characters "Humility and Valuability".

From "being patient and tolerant" to "being humble and open-minded", this is also a kind of progress. Did the Emperor notice his performance?

"Okay, leave now and go to your mother's palace to comfort her. She is still terrified by your sudden impeachment!"

"Yes, I will retire."

After Yinzhen left, Kangxi looked at the impeachment memorials on his hands and got angry. "Liang Jiugong, open the inner treasury and give Yinzhen the imperial enameled multicolored red glass snuff bottle that was presented as tribute a few days ago."

As for these memorials, they were all kept in the palace and not sent out! The people below would know what the emperor was thinking.