When Zhao Wenqi carried the rake into the imperial study, he almost scared the eunuch standing at the door to death.

Grandpa Sixi was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

She clung tightly to his leg, not daring to let him in.

"Second Prince! You can't bring this thing in..."

"Why?" Zhao Wenqi asked, puzzled.

"This is a sharp weapon, a very sharp weapon! It has a point and a blade, and it must not be near the emperor! If you insist on bringing it in, this servant will lose his head..."

Zhao Wenqi insisted, "But I really want to show Father Emperor this. I made it myself. If Father Emperor doesn't see it, how will he know how amazing I am?"

"But...but..."

Si Xi hesitated for a long time before finally saying something.

It's a difficult job for him.

In the Imperial Study, when meeting the Emperor, one must not wear armor or carry weapons.

Those who disobey will be beheaded.

Those who allowed the eunuchs to pass without intervening were also beheaded.

Si Xi wouldn't let go, and Zhao Wenqi had no choice but to sit down on the ground.

He held his rake and shovel combo in his arms.

After a moment, his eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He cupped his hands into a megaphone shape, raised them to his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the door of the Imperial Study.

"Father Emperor—Father Emperor—It's me, Wenqi—he won't let me in—could you please come out and see me—"

Si Xi trembled again upon hearing his shout: "Ancestor! Second Prince! Please don't shout! No noise is allowed here! Please be quiet..."

However, it didn't help.

The Second Prince's shouting had already been heard by Zhao Changheng in the Imperial Study.

Zhao Changheng put down his vermilion brush and exchanged a glance with the Crown Prince.

"Is Wenqi outside?"

The crown prince nodded silently.

There's no one else in the entire palace who could make such a commotion.

I just told him to shut up, and now this has started.

"Let's go take a look."

Emperor Zhao Changheng emerged from behind his desk and, together with the Crown Prince, arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Study.

Upon seeing this, the two of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The second prince sat on the ground, and Sixi hugged his leg, looking like two mantises locked in a stalemate.

Good.

When you're tired from work, watching a performance is a great way to relieve fatigue.

Zhao Wenqi sensed a figure, looked up and saw his father coming out, and hurriedly tried to get up.

However, he was tripped up by Sixi, who was holding his leg, and couldn't get up for a moment.

Zhao Changheng said, "Sixi, let go and let him get up and speak."

When Si Xi saw His Majesty come out in person, he quickly stepped aside, stood with his hands at his sides, and dared not utter a sound.

The second prince then got up from the ground, patted his bottom, and leaned on his rake: "Father, Sixi wouldn't let me in, so I had to call you out."

Zhao Changheng looked at the thing in his hand, with its bright, shiny points and blades, and immediately understood why he couldn't get in.

Sharpened objects are not to be brought into the Imperial Study by outsiders.

"Wenqi, why did you call me out?"

"Father, I want to show you the farming tool I came up with myself. One end is a harrow, and the other end is a shovel. Isn't it amazing?"

Zhao Changheng took the thing and weighed it in his hand: "Oh, the Second Prince came up with this himself? Not bad, not bad. What can this thing do?"

The second prince personally demonstrated how to do it.

He took the two-in-one farming tool and ran towards a small flowerbed below the imperial steps.

He shouted, "Father, you're watching!"

With one shovelful, a newly sprouted peony in the flowerbed was immediately dug up and lay dead on the spot.

He continued shouting, "And there's a rake too!"

As he spoke, he used the other end of the rake to sweep across the flowerbed, instantly clearing away all the chrysanthemum buds.

"Stop, stop, stop! That's enough, Wenqi, stop raking, I saw everything, come back now."

As Zhao Changheng called for a halt, he whispered to the Crown Prince, "Don't tell your mother about this."

These flowers and plants in front of the imperial steps were the Empress's favorites.

When he first ascended the throne last year, the Empress specially ordered these flowers and plants to be transplanted from the East Palace to this place, saying that when the Emperor was tired from working, he could come out and look at the flowers and plants to soothe his eyes.

now……

If we find a skilled gardener, it might still be salvageable, right?

After this experience, Zhao Changheng felt that he had gained a completely new understanding of his second son.

I may have misunderstood.

Originally, he thought the child couldn't sit still and needed to be supplemented with whatever he was lacking.

Therefore, he was taught etiquette, literature, and Confucianism.

But looking at it now, simply trying to make up for the shortcomings hasn't yielded any results, so it's better to go with the flow.

Since Zhao Wenqi is always restless and likes to cause trouble, why don't we teach him martial arts?

Just as they were pondering whether they should find a master to teach Zhao Wenqi martial arts, the person came to their door on their own.

"Father, I want to find a master."

Oh, you're actively seeking knowledge?

amazing.

"That's great! What kind of master are you looking for?"

"I want to find a painter in the palace to be my teacher."

puff--

Zhao Changheng almost spat out his drink.

He had known Zhao Wenqi for eight years and had never seen any interest or talent in painting from him.

This year, I drew a picture of the seventh child hoeing the ground.

Could this have sparked his interest in drawing?

In their family, going back to the founding emperor, there wasn't a single man who loved art.

Could it be that the artistic spirit of the Zhao family has suddenly awakened in Zhao Wenqi?

In any case, it's a good thing that the child is taking the initiative to ask to learn.

That has to be done!

Emperor Zhao Changheng immediately issued an edict, ordering the Imperial Painting Academy to select the painter with the best temperament, the most patience, and the best skills in painting figures from among those painters, to be the Second Prince's teacher.

Upon receiving the imperial decree, the director of the Imperial Painting Academy dared not delay and immediately selected a gentle young painter to teach the Second Prince.

The young painter took his first lesson to the prince very seriously.

The lesson preparation was very thorough.

Not only were basic introductory diagrams prepared, but a box of props was also prepared so that the Second Prince could observe and copy them at the same time.

Several people carried the boxes into the Phoenix Palace.

The courseware is very comprehensive.

There are flowers, birds, insects, fish, orchids, plum branches, fruits, vegetables, rocks, etc., all of which are small paintings that beginners can easily copy.

The artist laid out all the necessary teaching materials, full of confidence, ready to begin the lecture.

Unexpectedly, the second prince turned and ran away without looking back as soon as he saw the pictures.

They ran away...

The artist was dumbfounded.

He glanced at the guard beside him in fear, his face full of bewilderment.

The guard Qin Ming didn't say anything, only nodded slightly and gave him a reassuring look.

After a while, just as the artist was at a loss, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar...

The Second Prince is back.

She was also carrying a bunch of things in her arms.

He walked in, threw what he was carrying onto the table, and it spilled all over the table.

"Teacher, I want to learn how to draw these."