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The Marquis of Pingyang's wife also quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Grand Princess is absolutely right. As the saying goes, 'If you know, you know; if you don't know, you don't know.' Miss Song is so careless. How can we convince the public by letting such a person be a doctor?"

"Your Majesty, we refuse to accept."

"Yes, Your Majesty, my son is studying at the Imperial College. Recently, when he comes home, he often speaks like he is reciting scriptures, saying that he is reciting the multiplication table.

Your Majesty, since ancient times, I have only heard that poetry and prose need to be memorized. So when do you need to memorize them? Is Miss Song deliberately trying to deceive you?

Cui Zixuan listened to the discussions of the crowd, and a stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

As long as Song Jinxiu becomes the target of public criticism, it is her chance to stand out.

The emperor glanced at the people who were discussing this, then looked at Song Jinxiu, who was calm and composed with a slightly raised corner of her mouth. He cleared his throat and said:

"Song Aiqing, please write down your calculation method, so as to silence the gossips."

"I obey your order." Song Jinxiu said, and Eunuch Hai quickly handed over the pen and ink.

The emperor then looked at everyone and said, "Today, I will let you ladies see the elegance of my Chief Doctor of Mathematics in Cangwu!"

Everyone: Your Majesty, aren't you too blindly confident? Do you really believe that Dr. Song can bring honor to you?

The eldest princess narrowed her eyes: My royal brother is so confident, could it be that Song Jinxiu is right?

She glanced at Cui Zixuan, only to see that Cui Zixuan's eyes were flickering and she looked uneasy.

He couldn't help but ask in a stern voice: "Miss Cui, is this answer correct?"

Cui Zixuan forced herself to remain calm and said, "Princess, although I haven't figured out the answer to this question yet, Miss Song's calculation must be wrong."

Song Jinxiu had already started writing down the steps to solve the problem. Without even looking up, she asked, "Miss Cui doesn't know the answer, so what's your basis for saying my answer is wrong?"

Cui Zixuan said sternly, "Because you calculated too quickly. As far as I know, there's no question that can be answered without calculation. You're clearly making it up. How can it be correct?"

Song Jinxiu glanced at her with a half-smile, "Ignorance."

"you……"

The Princess of Danyang County angrily said, "Your Majesty, she must have guessed it right. How can you use guessing when it comes to mathematics?"

"Can you try to guess one for me?" Song Jinxiu glanced at them and put down the final stroke.

Eunuch Hai hurried over happily, helped blow dry the ink, and then presented it to the Emperor, Empress, and the Grand Princess for their review.

The steps to solving the problem were neatly written on it, and even the idea of solving the problem was clear at a glance.

纸上写着：“第一天，穿墙：1＋1＝2（尺），剩余：5－2＝3（尺）

第二天，穿墙：1x2＋1÷2＝2.5（尺），剩余：3－2.5＝0.5（尺）

第三天的相遇时间：0.5÷（1x2x2＋1÷2÷2）＝0.5÷（4＋0.25）＝0.5÷4.25＝2/17（天）

2/17 days ≈ one hour and three quarters of an hour and one quarter of a hour

穿墙距离：大老鼠：1＋2＋4x（2/17）＝59/17（尺）≈3.47（尺），乃三尺四寸七

小老鼠：1＋1/2＋1/4x（2/17）＝26/17（尺）≈1.53（尺），乃一尺五寸三

The eldest princess couldn't understand it and snorted coldly, "You are just trying to be mysterious. Whether it is right or not, you should ask Miss Cui to calculate it first to know."

The emperor also saw that he only half understood, but he was mysteriously confident in Song Jinxiu and said loudly: "Miss Cui, it's okay."

Cui Zixuan began to count hurriedly.

At this time, the emperor said, "Post this problem and Mr. Song's solution so that people can observe and learn from it."

Eunuch Hai said, "Yes, I will order someone to do it right away."

The emperor's move undoubtedly acknowledged that Song Jinxiu was right.

Cui Zixuan felt her face burning, and her hands trembled as she used the abacus.

She gritted her teeth to calm herself, and then the sound of the abacus began again.

I'll let you be proud for a while. When she calculates the real result, I wonder what Your Majesty will say. How can Song Jinxiu still have the face to be the chief doctor of mathematics?

Humph! The title of Chief Doctor of Mathematics should be mine!

Everyone just looked at her flying fingers and cast admiring and envious glances at her.

Song Jinxiu took a look and thought that this disciple had indeed made a good plan. It was a pity that the light of a firefly could not compete with the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

With our five thousand years of cultural heritage, how dare a mere disciple of Xuantian Sect challenge us?

Along with the sound of Cui Zixuan's abacus, Chen Yaer's clear voice was heard.

"Miss Song, although you are the chief doctor of mathematics, today is not the Imperial College class. We are here to appreciate the chrysanthemums, so we should recite poems and compose couplets. Talent is worthy of this beautiful scenery. I am not talented, but I would like to challenge Dr. Song to a poetry competition. I wonder if Dr. Song dares to accept the challenge?"

She just didn't believe that a person who was proficient in mathematics could have the energy to compose poetry?

Today I came well prepared. Not only do I want to win the title of talented woman in front of the emperor and empress, I also want to step on Song Jinxiu under my feet.

Song Jinxiu looked at everyone's excited expressions and said, "Why not? I wonder how to answer the poem?"

Tian Yuanyuan said anxiously, "Sister Song, don't agree to her conditions."

Song Jinxiu smiled and comforted her, "Don't be nervous, Sister Tian. What can a mere poem do to me?"

"Oh, you're so arrogant! Let's have a poetry contest. If you lose, Dr. Song, you can slap yourself in the face for your bragging today, okay?"

"Wow!"

There was a gasp from the crowd.

"Isn't this too cruel? Chen Ya'er was the talented girl last year. Can Dr. Song win in a poetry competition with her?"

"Yeah, I guess Dr. Song is going to regret saying that this time."

"So, no matter what time, you should always be careful when speaking. Now that she has said such a big thing, she will be ridiculed if she regrets it."

Song Jinxiu smiled and asked, "What if you lose?"

"How could I possibly lose?" Chen Ya'er looked at Song Jinxiu and said, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."

Song Jinxiu smiled and shook her head. "Why should I punish you? If you lose, you can use your Zuixian Restaurant on East Street as a bet. I wonder if Miss Chen can make the decision?"

The trade with Beirong is progressing smoothly. If nothing unexpected happens, Beirong's big-tailed sheep will soon be on the tables of Cangwu people.

Her mutton hotpot restaurant just hasn't been found yet.

Cui Zixuan glanced at her grandmother.

The wife of the Marquis of Pingyang nodded. After all, it was just a bet, and her granddaughter wouldn't lose, so what was the problem?

Cui Zixuan said: "Okay, I agree."

Song Jinxiu nodded. She was not afraid that she would default on the debt because the emperor and empress were there!

The eldest princess said, "Since it's a competition, then the first question should be given by the emperor."

The emperor looked at the chrysanthemums in the garden and said, "Then let's use chrysanthemums as the theme."

This question sounds like a free point question.

Who wouldn’t prepare a few chrysanthemum poems when coming to a chrysanthemum banquet?

The emperor's preference for Song Jinxiu is too obvious.

The Grand Princess smiled and said: It doesn’t matter, the winner won’t be decided by just one poem, her topic is still to come!

The maid spread out paper and ground ink, and soon Song Jinxiu and Chen Yaer both finished writing their poems.

All the grass has withered and all the trees have withered, and the fences within and outside are shining with light. Look at the rustling frosty wind, a bit of autumn gold tempered steel.

It is elegant in a palace, and glorious in a thatched cottage. The spring breeze brings forth boundless blossoms of peaches and plums, but nothing compares to the fragrance of the proud chrysanthemum.

It turns out that there is no difference in quality.