Mother, I have returned to the throne.

The third prince Song Qi belittled Song Yuan, but did not forget to highlight his own contributions.

"Father, think about it. The High Priest is talking about a single grain of rice! Even if the quantity doubles every day, how much will there be in the end?"

"I guess they've seen the might of our Great Qin and want to show weakness. They can't save face, so they just come up with this excuse!"

"When such a good deal is delivered right to your door, how can you refuse it?"

"Father, this is good news. Opportunities don't come often. We absolutely cannot let it slip away. In my opinion, it's best to agree to this!"

If you really agree, even if you give away the Qin Dynasty, it may not be enough to compensate you!

As a sinner, Song Yuan still treated Song Qi coldly.

As a time traveler, Song Yuan is no stranger to such stories.

It’s nothing more than placing rice on the chessboard!

Although he didn't know the exact number, Song Yuan had no doubt that with such accumulation, a grain of rice would become an astronomical figure after three months!

Seeing Song Youji frowning slightly, it was obvious that he was moved.

Even though Song Yuan was at a disadvantage, he had to speak up to dissuade him at this moment.

"Father, everything I say is true. You absolutely cannot agree to this!"

"If you really think there's something wrong with me, I'm willing to die to prove my point. Come, bring me a cup of poisoned wine. I'll drink it right here. If I even frown, I'll be considered a man!"

Song Yuan once again used his unique skill.

When Song Youji heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him fiercely.

You kid, are you still ungrateful after getting the advantage?

I didn't touch you, but you insisted on dying!

However, realizing Song Yuan's determination, Song Youji couldn't help but waver.

Since the dinner, Song Yuan has shown wisdom far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Is it really as he said?

The seemingly generous treatment in front of you is actually a trap!

"You bastard, do you dare to bet with me again?"

Song Youji's hesitation gave Song Yuan some hope. If he could take one more step forward, he might be able to save the situation.

Thinking of the scene at the dinner party, Song Yuan suddenly had an idea and challenged the high priest Bulma again.

"I defeated you at that banquet, don't you feel aggrieved? If you want to cheat Daqin, you have to get past me first!"

"I'm going to make a bet with you. Just tell me the number. I'll give you a math problem. If you can answer it, my Great Qin will give you three million dan of grain. How do you do it?"

Arithmetic had existed in the Qin Dynasty for a long time, but because of the imperial examination system, the so-called arithmetic was just a minor skill.

now.

Song Yuan took the initiative to provoke again, and in just a blink of an eye he attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

only.

Compared with the last support, this time all the civil and military officials in the court changed their expressions.

"Song Yuan, how dare you make such a bet? Who gave you the courage?"

"Your Majesty, what else is there to say? The Crown Prince didn't choose such generous terms, but instead made a bet with the barbarians. I think he's clearly trying to take advantage of this opportunity to give them the three million grains!"

"That's right, Your Majesty. The eldest prince is a traitor. There is no doubt about that. What are you waiting for?"

"enough!"

Seeing the whole audience boiling, Song Youji frowned and shouted. He wanted to stop it, but because of Song Yuan's previous performance, he couldn't make up his mind.

A pair of eyes stared at his eldest son, and Song Youji noticed the confidence in Song Yuan's eyes.

The eternal emperor finally made a decision!

"Song Yuan, considering your performance at the banquet, I will trust your loyalty for now. If you want to gamble, I will agree to your decision. However, I have something to say first!"

"If you lose this time, the losses that Daqin will suffer alone will be more than your life can compensate for!"

"When the time comes, I will confiscate your mansion, and you, as the prince, will have to pay with your life. Only in this way can we silence the mouths of the people of the world!"

"Father, I am willing to fight with my life!"

Faced with the opportunity before him, Song Yuan immediately bowed and accepted the order.

With such a bet, even Lin Fu and the Third Prince, who had caused the most trouble before, just sneered but did not say anything to stop it!

Especially Song Qi, what does three million dan of grain have to do with him?

From Song Youji's previous reaction, the third prince Song Qi had already sensed some hesitation.

It would be better to take advantage of the bet to force Song Yuan into a dead end!

"Bulma, do you dare to nod?"

"If you barbarians win, I will give you three million dan of grain. But if you lose, I, the Great Qin, can only give you 500,000 dan of grain this time. You must accept it. No more arguments!"

Seeing that the whole audience was silent, Song Yuan sensed an opportunity, looked directly at Bulma, and waited quietly for her response.

"Good good!"

Bulma sneered. He originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing what Song Youji said that if he lost, Song Yuan would be buried with him, he made up his mind and accepted the bet.

"Grand Prince, I am willing to bet with you, but if you lose, you must add one more condition!"

"According to His Majesty the Great Qin, you must compensate for the loss with your life. If you die, your body must be handed over to me!"

No matter what, being defeated by Song Yuan at the banquet is something Bulma will never be able to let go of!

But if we can win this time, we will return home in triumph.

Hanging Song Yuan's body above the imperial city would naturally allow everyone to see the consequences of offending him!

"it is good!"

Song Yuan nodded and readily agreed to this matter.

When it comes to mathematics, even if the high priest in front of him can come up with the allusion of putting rice on the chessboard, he can only rely on his own two lives as a human being.

Just pick out any mathematical formula and it will definitely kill it instantly!

Reach an agreement.

Song Yuan immediately ordered his servants to bring paper and pen.

Holding a brush.

Write a series of crooked words!

What Song Yuan wrote were the Arabic numerals from his memory, which were extremely unfamiliar to Daqin.

The only thing that the civil and military officials could see was Song Yuan’s disgusting handwriting.

As a prince, the words he wrote were all twisted and tangled.

Isn't this simply embarrassing for the Qin Dynasty?

On the contrary, it was Bulma's pupils that flashed with fluorescence when Song Yuan put down his brush.

How come this kid has such handwriting?

It turns out that among the barbarians, the so-called Arabic numerals had already become popular thanks to the teachings of the prophets.

It is precisely because of the existence of the prophet that Bulma believes that the barbarians are far superior to the Qin Dynasty in terms of calculation.

Only then did he happily agree to Song Yuan's bet!

But now, with just one glance, Bulma realized how difficult Song Yuan was.

Where did this kid learn the prophet's theory?

Could it be that there is a traitor among the barbarian leaders?

"Clap clap clap..."

Just as Bulma hesitated, Song Yuan made the final stroke.

He clapped his hands and raised his brow.

Look at Bulma and whisper!

"High Priest, I've posed this question. I'll give you half an hour to answer it. If you can't, I advise you to admit defeat!"

"court death!"