Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Early the next morning.

Free from the miserable fate of the eight people who woke up early, Song Yuan slept until he woke up naturally and then woke up slowly.

After washing up, he picked up the birdcage, waved goodbye to his servants, and left.

Outsiders just think.

Song Yuan is even more dissolute than before.

But how would you know?

The so-called playboys are actually working hard in secret.

As a king of rolls, Song Yuan wandered around the downtown area for a long time, and when no one was paying attention, he rushed into the blacksmith shop.

After that, even lunch was eaten here in a hurry.

I will work hard in secret to develop Malaysian steel, and then you will be amazed!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not good!"

In front of the furnace, Song Yuan was wet all over, and under the guidance of the blacksmith, he made up for his previous mistakes.

Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard Ma Han's voice calling me.

As a close confidant, Ma Han naturally knew Song Yuan's whereabouts. Upon hearing this, Song Yuan raised his eyebrows.

What trouble is this again?

"Your Highness, the palace has issued an order, His Majesty requires you to enter the palace immediately!"

What's up with that cheap old man again?

I have just had some peace and quiet for a while. Could it be that the barbarians have used some trick again, and the Qin Dynasty is being suppressed?

"lead the way!"

As the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush a lower-ranking official. Song Yuan now truly understands the meaning of this sentence.

In terms of official position, he is second only to the emperor, and this so-called emperor is the emperor!

In terms of relationship, he is the father and I am the son.

My father said one thing and my son ran himself to pieces. I didn’t expect that he would still be a miserable child after traveling through time!

In the palace.

Song Yuan followed Eunuch Qiu and strolled all the way to the back garden.

Now the morning court is over.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Yuan was slightly stunned.

My cheap father is a smart man. This back garden is a private place. Logically speaking, it is impossible to entertain barbarians here.

But if they are not looking for me to deal with the barbarians, then what is the reason?

While Song Yuan was still confused, a familiar figure came into view.

Under the pavilion, General Zhao, who had discussed with Song Yuan for a long time last night, was now sitting opposite Song Youji.

I don’t know what exciting things they talked about, but General Zhao had a very excited expression on his face.

When he saw Song Yuan again, his attitude changed instantly.

Seeing General Zhao's expression change, Song Yuan immediately knew everything.

I'm afraid that the other party is currently praising what he wrote yesterday to Song Youji.

And the reason why that cheap old man asked me to come here was probably because of this matter!

"You loser!"

A scolding suddenly interrupted Song Yuan's train of thought. Before he could step forward, he saw that cheap old man glaring at him.

Shouldn't you praise me?

What's the matter with the sudden falling out?

"Look at your own handwriting, it's like a dog's crawling. Besides you, who else in my royal family can write like this?"

"If your handwriting is published, wouldn't it bring shame to the royal family?"

Song Youji was seen holding a piece of paper and speaking disparagingly to Song Yuan.

The content written on the paper was clearly what Song Yuan said yesterday. It turned out that General Zhao brought out the draft that Song Yuan used for yesterday's rehearsal.

When Song Yuan figured out the crux of the matter, he just felt wronged.

If you really have the ability, can you give me a pen to try?

Who made us only be able to write with a hard pen since we were young? Suddenly changing track is like asking Kobe to play football. Basketball stars will have to watch helplessly.

What’s more, I am just an ordinary person.

At that moment, Song Yuan was about to explain when suddenly his eyes lit up. Is it possible for him to bring the hard pen he used in his previous life into reality?

If hard pen can become popular, then who would dare to say that their handwriting is ugly?

correct.

Isn’t the predecessor of the hard pen the feather pen?

The feathers of special birds are hollow, and after dipping them in ink, they can definitely replace the function of hard pens!

While thinking, Song Yuan looked intently at the big goose in the pond.

But before he could finalize his thoughts, Song Youji in front of him suddenly changed his mind.

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over here quickly?"

"General Zhao said that what you said yesterday was a matter of great benefit to the country and the people. I listened to him discuss it for a long time, and I think you are quite capable!"

"Later, organize all the knowledge you know and write it down on paper. If General Zhao's evaluation is accurate, you can then make a rubbing and print it. That way, it will be a great achievement for you!"

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

Song Yuan has lived two lives, so how could he not see it?

This cheap old man in front of me is clearly setting a trap for me.

He pretended to scold at first, then changed his tone.

Song Yuan was afraid of what happened first, so he naturally would not refuse Song Youji's subsequent orders.

There is a general term for this practice, which is giving a slap in the face and then a sweet date!

How could Song Yuan, who was well versed in the PUA routines in the working world in his previous life, not know this?

hum...

Even if you are my father, you are too young to use this kind of tricks on me, who has been tortured by 996 for decades!

"Father, didn't you just say my handwriting is ugly? If I show what I wrote to outsiders, wouldn't it bring disgrace to the royal family?"

"you……"

Song Youji never expected that Song Yuan could find such a reason!

I am giving you a chance and creating a stage for you to perform. If you don't follow my wishes, isn't that obviously tactless?

"Yuan'er, it suddenly occurred to me that I might be tied up with something important on your wedding day, so I'm afraid I won't be able to be there!"

fuck!

The emperor also threatens people?

Song Yuan's eyes widened. He never expected that Song Youji would resort to such despicable means!

Didn’t I just not write to you?

Are you really that good at playing it?

At the time of the wedding, with Song Yuan's staff, if Song Youji didn't support them, the gifts they could receive would be absolutely limited!

For Song Yuan, this is definitely a huge loss!

At that moment, he could only change his words and spoke with a smile.

"Father, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to refuse."

"And I was just thinking, if I could find a way to suddenly improve my handwriting, wouldn't that be enough to fulfill my wish without embarrassing you, Father?"

"You still have the nerve to say that? You've lived this long, and at that age you've lived like a dog!"

"What did you do every day in the palace? You're almost 20 years old now, and you've practiced calligraphy for nearly 20 years, but you still can't write well. Do you really expect you to suddenly be able to write beautiful characters in just one day?"

Hearing Song Yuan being so modest, Song Youji was even more furious.

But he didn't expect that Song Yuan really had a way!

Under the gaze of his cheap father, Song Yuan stretched out his finger and pointed, aiming at the big goose he had been staring at!

"Father, I have a plan. I only need to pluck a feather from this goose. Please watch me then!"

"puff……"

Song Yuan was serious, but he didn't expect that before Song Youji could respond, General Zhao beside him laughed out loud.

Under Song Yuan's puzzled gaze, General Zhao laughed for a while before finally explaining the reason.

"Your Highness, what kind of goose is that?"

"Can His Majesty, the Supreme Being in the Imperial Palace, raise such an ordinary thing?"

"That's a sacred bird sent as tribute by a foreign country. It's called the Snow Swallow. A single bird is worth a fortune. You shouldn't be unfamiliar with it, right?"