Li Yuanzhao led Fang Zhengyi to a secluded place, dismissed the many eunuchs who served him, and said impatiently: "I have many questions to ask you. When you were treating the flood..."
\"Your Highness, wait a moment! I have something to say...\" Fang Zhengyi interrupted Li Yuanzhao.
"How did you get this wound on your face? Is there anyone in the palace who can beat you?"
Fang Zheng had been curious about this question since he entered the room. The wound on the prince's face looked like it was caused by a whip. Which ruthless person dared to hurt the prince's face?
Who would have thought that as soon as he finished asking the question, Li Yuanzhao immediately bared his teeth and said viciously: "Who else could it be! Who else could it be!"
"Who else in the palace would dare to hit me except my father?"
"I don't know what medicine my father took wrong. I went to see him yesterday to greet him. After I said a few words, he hung me up and beat me up. He accidentally hit me in the face!"
"I thought about it for a long time and I didn't make any mistakes! Hiss...it still hurts now!"
"......." Fang Zhengyi immediately shut up and acted like a quail.
"Uh... Hey! I have to say this. Your Highness used to be handsome, with delicate features. Now with the wound on his face, he looks even more handsome and manly, just like someone who just came back from the battlefield! Your Majesty is an unrivaled martial artist. As the saying goes, a good father will have a good son. I think the same is true for Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Li Yuanzhao touched the wound on his cheek and laughed: "Really?!"
Fang Zheng patted his chest fiercely and said, "It's true! I guarantee it with my character! Putting aside the dragon aura that Your Highness has, your face is filled with murderous aura, and it's so powerful that it makes people want to bow down to you!"
This young man loves to be flattered, even by the crown prince.
Li Yuanzhao immediately laughed: "Great, great! You are the only one in the palace who understands me. I am a natural born general. Who knew that my father and those old officials in the palace would belittle me all day long! They are blind!"
Fang Zhengyi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
It seems that the prince is not having a good time in the palace. It seems that he is being pua by the emperor and the ministers every day. He doesn't have any friends around him. It is not easy for him to maintain such a naive and optimistic character.
"Ah...what did you want to ask me just now, Your Highness?"
"Thunder from heaven! I want to ask you how you send down thunder from heaven to control floods?" Li Yuanzhao's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Your Highness, you are joking. There is no such thing as a thunderbolt... It is just a man-made tool, just like a hammer and sickle. However, there are not many of them that were obtained by chance. When they are made in the future, Your Highness can have as many as you want."
"Oh..." Li Yuanzhao's face was visibly disappointed, but he still didn't give up. He continued to ask, "Aren't those swordsmen flying with swords in the books all fake? There are no ghosts or gods in this world?"
Fang Zhengyi hesitated at this moment. As a serious and progressive young man, he certainly didn't take the stories about ghosts and gods seriously.
But I actually came from another world, which is a bit embarrassing.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods. They are just rumors spread by fools! A useless person can only become a dead useless person after death. If he has some resentment in his heart, he wants to turn over a new leaf and become an evil ghost? It's just the people's good wishes!"
"And think about it, the peerless masters in those novels are either blind or beggars, or weak scholars. These books are mostly written by weak scholars, who probably want to express the unhappiness in life."
"Yes... there is some truth..." Li Yuanzhao felt hit hard, and the spiritual world he had always imagined seemed to be shattered...
"As for the sword-flying thing, it's just something made up in the book!"
"Your Highness, if you see more, you will know that there are barbarian swordsmen overseas who can fly on brooms! Is this reasonable?"
Li Yuanzhao raised his eyebrows: "Riding a broom? This is novel, and riding is easier than standing. But it doesn't look very beautiful when you think about it..."
"What's the point of saving that? Won't it hurt the basket?"
".....I see. Then Liu Jin would be a good fit."
The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. This topic could not be continued! Fang Zheng interrupted him and asked, "Your Highness, do you have anything else to ask?"
"Oh, and the voice recording..." "It has been presented to His Majesty."
"I heard that there is a sketch artist in Taoyuan County who has amazing painting skills and can make his paintings look lifelike. I want to see him."
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Your Highness, sketching is a painting technique. If Your Highness is interested, I will immediately find a painter to teach you."
Li Yuanzhao said, "That's not necessary. I just want to see it. I can paint, but I always wonder what kind of painting is worthy of the word 'lifelike'."
"The paintings made by the palace painters don't look very similar... Look, this is the painting I drew this morning. How do you think it looks?"
As he spoke, Li Yuanzhao took out a piece of rice paper from his chest and unfolded it. It seemed to be a painting of some kind of animal, composed of black and white lines...
Fang Zheng was immediately surprised when he saw it: "Wow! I didn't expect Your Highness could draw a penguin! And it's so lifelike!"
Li Yuanzhao was confused: "What is a penguin? This is a kingfisher!"
“.......”
Fang Zheng said calmly, "That's right! My hometown calls kingfishers penguins. This is the local dialect."
"Really? It seems that I do have some talent in this area." Li Yuanzhao exclaimed.
Fang Zheng twitched his eyes twice.
"Yes! I didn't expect His Highness to be both civil and military... But it's still too early for humans to master such art. In a thousand or eight hundred years, it will become a national treasure. Put it away quickly!"
"Hahaha! You have good taste. This painting is for you!"
"...Thank you, Your Highness."
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