Funing Hall

"Your Majesty, the maidservant will bring an ice bowl to Mr. Xiao Lang."

Zhao Shishi was waiting to continue listening when he heard Chaxi's voice.Zhao Cong seemed to respond, and then he heard Cha Xi's footsteps, Zhao Shiyi had no choice but to quickly go back to the study and sit down.

The tea came in with a tray, smiling happily, and put the porcelain bowl on the table: "Little Lang, use a bowl to cool off the heat, it's still a little hot today."

He fainted for a while, and the imperial doctor also said that he is prone to heat and can eat cold food. The tea lovers were relieved, so they delivered it on time.Zhao Shixi sighed in his heart, wishing he could not hear Zhao Zongning's next plan, wondering why Zhao Cong left the palace?

Cha Xi didn't leave again, afraid that he would be lonely, so she stayed with him in the study all the time.

Zhao Shixi had no choice but to sit obediently and write those three extremely boring and annoying words: Zhao Shiqi.

Zhao Cong agreed to Zhao Zongning's proposal.

He originally planned to leave the palace without even saying hello to Queen Mother Sun. Anyway, what he sold to Queen Mother Sun was a simple and brainless character design, and he was timid.Turning around, he cried again, and Empress Dowager Sun felt at ease, which saved time and effort.

He didn't even bother to flirt with the Empress Dowager Sun, he wished he could cry when he saw the Empress Dowager Sun in the future, he was good at crying scenes.The more he cried, the more the Empress Dowager Sun thought him stupid.

But Zhao Zongning deserved to be his younger sister, and he also knew that Queen Mother Sun and King Wei Jun would fight against each other and benefit from it.Since his sister insisted on doing this, comparing the two sides, each has advantages and disadvantages, so he agreed with Zhao Zongning's approach.

Zhao Zongning's temper was straightforward, and since he had discussed something good, he said: "I'll go back first. After I've made an agreement with Uncle Wang, my sister will send someone into the palace to tell my brother."

"Go, remember to take a carriage, don't ride a horse."

"Got it!" Zhao Zongning glanced at the study again, "Shall I say goodbye to that little idiot?"

"Don't open your mouth and say that people are stupid."

"Brother, do you like him very much?"

"That child is very poor. I couldn't bear it when I first saw it. Maybe it's because of my fate."

Zhao Zongning nodded: "Shiqing asked about him a few days ago, afraid that he would make you angry in the palace."

"Although this child doesn't speak, he's also too quiet. He's very likable. You can bring Shiqing into the palace with you. Eleven remembers his elder sister."

Zhao Zongning smiled and said, "It's good that I can make my brother happy, and I will come with Shiqing in a few days!" She was about to leave when she thought of something again, "I almost forgot the important thing, my brother wanted to accept a concubine, and my sister chose the gift herself! "

Zhao Cong was amused: "What kind of gift will the master of Baoning County give me?"

"There are some for you, and some for your four wives! I brought them into the palace, and Rantao has already accepted them. You can ask her."

Zhao Cong didn't want to see the four concubines at all, he said: "I will take those for me personally. For the four ladies, you can just give them to them."

Zhao Zongning stuck out his tongue: "Brother is so boring. My sister still wants to sell you in front of the four ladies."

"Come on, Princess Baoning, who is only 13 years old, stop talking about this, I will blush for you."

When Zhao Zongning heard this, he and Zhao Cong laughed together.

Even Zhao Shixi in the study heard their laughter, and he couldn't help wondering, what are these two brothers and sisters talking about?Actually laughing like this?

However, it was also because of such a smile and such a good relationship that Zhao Zongning was willing to avenge Zhao Cong with his own hands.

Zhao Shishi was unwilling, but also somewhat envious and jealous.

He has never felt this kind of brotherly and sisterly love, even his elder sister only gave him sympathy and pity.

It's not this kind of true blood relationship that can laugh together, be honest with each other, have no secrets, be intimate, advance together, and give everything for it.

He never had it.

Zhao Cong sent his sister away and went into the study to watch Zhao Shixi write.

Zhao Shishi resented in his heart, knowing that he had come in, but still buried himself in writing.Zhao Congjing quietly stood behind him, only to find that the characters written by Zhao Shishi were almost exactly the same as his original ones.

This is a very powerful imitation ability.

In fact, that character is Zhao Cong's own character. He loved to write big characters in his previous life, and he also has deep friendship with some famous calligraphers.When he came here, he lived very cautiously. Since he was pretending to be stupid, he must pretend to write.In fact, that copybook was written by him.

He gave Zhao Shiyi Lin, that is, let Zhao Shishi write and play, to pass the time.

He didn't expect Zhao Shiyi to write so well.

Is this also a great development in calligraphy and painting?Zhao Cong thought about it, in his previous life, many autistic patients were painting prodigy, maybe this one is also.

Chaxi was on the sidelines, intending to remind Zhao Shishi.

Zhao Cong had already opened his mouth and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Shishi to be a genius."

Only then did Zhao Shixi stop writing slowly, and Zhao Cong stretched out his hand to pick up the paper on the table. "Zhao Shiqi" was written all over it, which was exactly the same as what he wrote, and he couldn't tell the difference.He looked at it for a while, and then took out another painting from the painting tube beside him. Cha Xi stepped forward to help him open it. He waved his hand and spread the scroll on the table. It was a painting of flowers and birds.

Zhao Cong pointed to the bird above and asked, "Is this possible?"

Zhao Shiyi rarely looked up at him, Zhao Cong pointed again and said with a smile: "Draw it, and I will give you a bird that is more beautiful than this painting."

Zhao Shiqi is indeed very good at painting, but no one knows it.

It was difficult in the previous life, and there was no more experience in the previous life than now.In the previous life, hostility was also forced out.When he was young, he was bullied by his brothers in the house, but no one took care of their mother and son. He could only protect himself by pretending to be a fool, and he didn't even go to school, either because he didn't want to, or because he didn't dare to.He had also been there. On the first day of school, his mother sewed the clothes for him with the good materials that had been saved with great difficulty, and his whole body was covered with ink. He was really timid at that time, and he dared not go again.

Prince Wei's mansion has no shortage of children. Since he doesn't go to school, no one cares about him at all. He began to sit in front of the window and draw the little sparrow that was always pacing around to beg for food. That window was the only one in his cold and damp room. A bright place.Sitting in front of the window, he painted swallows nesting under the eaves in spring, red dragonflies flying in the summer rain, wild geese passing by the sky in autumn, and sparrows walking on the snow in winter.

He painted for a full ten years from the age of six to the age of 16.

If Zhao Shiting hadn't led someone to dig out the swallow's nest under his eaves, and twisted all the swallows to death in front of him, he would probably have kept painting until he died.

The hatred for the Zhao family really started from Zhao Shiting.

Only after his mother died did he realize that no matter how useless you are, when it's time for you to die, you still have to die.His mother just happened to be glanced at by Zhao Congde and regained his favor for a few days, the vicious woman in the back house couldn't sit still.

His mother was just an ordinary concubine, and even if she died in an inexplicable way, no one made decisions for her.If it wasn't for Zhao Shiqing's help, it would be difficult for his mother to be buried.

In Wei Jun Wang's mansion, except for Zhao Shiqing, everyone made him sick.

At that time, there was great chaos on the border, and there was also chaos in the palace.

He knew that the opportunity had come.

He swore at that time that he would be the one who stood at the highest place, he wanted everyone who was disgusting to him to die, and he wanted him to get whatever he wanted just by reaching out his hand.

He also swore that he would never pick up a paintbrush again.

The matter of seizing the throne, more than ten years have passed by in a hurry, it seems like a flash, but it is actually very difficult.

On many occasions, he was almost killed, and his body was scarred, his legs were broken, and his chest was pierced by a gun.

When he was just reborn, he couldn't figure it out.He had suffered so many injuries, shed so much blood, defeated every son of the Zhao family, and finally ascended to the high position, why was he stabbed to death by Zhao Zongning with only a long sword?

He couldn't figure it out, God was so unfair.

And in his previous life, he had no money at the beginning, how could he get people to do things for him without money?He had no choice but to break his oath and pick up his paintbrush again. His painting skills were so good that the paintings that were sold under a pseudonym all sold for a good price, and there was no market for a while.

Who knew that Zhao Shiqi made his fortune by selling paintings at the beginning.

Who knows, he, Zhao Shiqi, is actually a good painter.

Now that Zhao Cong said such words, Zhao Shiqi suddenly recalled those things that have passed for so many years.

After ascending the throne, he burned all his previous paintings, including his favorite painting of a nest of swallows when he was young.It was his useless but innocent childhood, but he defiled them.It seems that by burning those paintings, those tainted past events can really be forgotten.

"Of course not?" Zhao Cong asked again.

Zhao Shiqi came back to his senses, knowing that Zhao Cong was provoking him, he secretly laughed at himself.Everyone has died once, who still thinks about the past life?He picked up the brush and drew, just a bird, and after a while, a little bird fell on the paper that Cha Xi had just cut out for him.

Zhao Cong has been watching, watching how Zhao Shiqi drew the bird.

Even so, he was still shocked.What a genius!

Zhao Cong was considered a half-artist when he was not talented before, and he was originally from the art circle, so he knew more or less these elegant things.And the painting he asked Zhao Shiyi to paint was also his own painting.It can be said that although Zhao Shishi was painting with him, his paintings were more detailed than his.

He picked up Zhao Shiyi's new bird painting again, looked at it for a while, and said, "I planned to find a master to teach you, but after seeing your paintings, I am really afraid that the masters will teach you how to be crafty." Get up." He put down the piece of paper, and said to Cha Xi, "From now on, I will take Xiao Langjun to the back garden every day, and let him go for a stroll, and you bring a scroll, brush and other things, and let him paint wherever you like. "

Chaxi didn't expect Xiao Langjun to have this ability. After getting along these days, she already regarded Zhao Shishi as her master.After hearing this, he immediately responded happily: "Yes! The maidservant has recorded it!"

Zhao Cong praised a few more words, and covered the head of the quiet Zhao Shishi with his hand: "This is a talent, given by God, and it must not be wasted. In the future, you can also be a famous and famous painter!" Zhao Cong secretly Thinking about it, I was a little excited, he can also cultivate a great painter!

Seeing that Zhao Cong was happy, Cha Xi was even more happy, and jokingly said, "Your Majesty, can our young gentleman really be a master?"

"Naturally! You take this back home. It's the first painting that Mr. Xiao Lang made. It's framed and hung in the hall."

"Yes!"

Zhao Shiqi secretly "hummed", not to mention a single bird, he could paint the whole painting without any mistakes.A bird on the verge made Zhao Cong sigh so much. If he really wanted to draw a picture according to his own ideas, wouldn’t it scare Zhao Cong even more stupid?

Zhao Cong is so coaxing.

Zhao Cong still had something to do, and he talked to Zhao Shishi for a while, but Zhao Cong was the one who was talking, Zhao Shixi still didn't speak.After talking for a while, he asked Cha Xi to take Zhao Shishi back to the side hall.

On the way back, Cha Xi was very happy, and she suggested: "Young Lord, in a few days it will be your Majesty's longevity. Your Majesty treats you so well, and you have such talent, why don't you draw a picture for your Majesty's birthday?" gift?"

Zhao Shixi's footsteps paused, he has lived in Funing Palace for so long, more days than he lived in Funing Palace in his previous life.And Zhao Cong's longevity is coming so soon.

The day when Zhao Cong died in his previous life is getting closer and closer.

Zhao Cong wants him to be a master of painting in the future?

No.

He wants to be the emperor to the end in his life.

"Xiao Langjun? How is it? Your Majesty likes the small pavilion in the back garden, how about drawing a picture of the pavilion for Your Majesty?" Cha Xi was still asking him.

People are going to die, so it is nothing for him to make a painting, and he is also grateful for Zhao Cong's care these days.

After all, Zhao Cong is the only person who treats him well except his mother.

Zhao Shixi nodded.

"Great! Tomorrow, the servant girl will accompany Mr. Xiao Lang to the back garden. There is still some time left. Mr. Xiao Lang draws slowly, there is no rush."

Chaxi smiled happily.

Zhao Shishi walked in front of Chaxi, with his back turned to her, twitching the corners of his mouth very rarely.

This is considered a laugh.