Mother, I have returned to the throne.

How could I not recognize him? I have never seen him before!

Why is this thing called Snow Swallow?

It clearly looks exactly like a big white goose. Could it be that I have been fooled by someone?

Song Yuan curled his lips, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Song Youji also smiled. Song Yuan had lived in the deep palace for a long time, so it was normal that he had never seen Xueyan.

But what does this kid want with Xueyan's fur?

"Yuan'er, can you explain to me why you can't even write calligraphy properly with a brush, but if I give you a feather, you can write it perfectly?"

Old man, this is what you asked!

Don’t blame me if you cry later!

Song Yuan's face turned serious, as if he recalled something sad.

"Father, brushes and paper are not cheap in the Imperial City. A brush like the one you're holding must have cost at least ten gold coins, right?"

"My previous salary was only the same as that of a palace maid. Father, do you think I can afford a brush?"

"On weekdays, I can only pluck the hair to practice calligraphy. It's not that I don't work hard, but I really can't afford this brush!"

Song Yuan's acting skills exploded at this moment. If that look were put in modern times, he would at least win an Oscar!

Under such exaggeration, Song Youji even wished to cut himself into pieces.

What a good son!

Was I blind before?

Why don’t you see the value of Song Yuan?

"My child, I'm sorry for you!"

"Come here, pluck the feathers of the snow goose for the eldest prince. Is one feather enough?"

Song Youji only felt that his heart was condemned, and this was exactly what Song Yuan wanted.

As the saying goes, the crying child gets the milk.

I've been acting so pitiful, would it be appropriate if you don't reward me with something later?

"Father, thank you very much!"

Looking at the feather handed to him by the palace maid, Song Yuan bowed and thanked her, then continued.

"When I was practicing calligraphy in the palace, I often wondered what my father would think of my writing if he saw it one day."

"I didn't have the chance before, but this time, I hope my father will appreciate it!"

As he spoke, Song Yuan dipped a feather into the ink.

The hard pen calligraphy is indeed very elegant!

"My son, my son, how miserable you are!"

When Song Youji saw this scene, he immediately believed what Song Yuan said. If he hadn't practiced frequently, how could he have such notes?

Although Song Yuan's writing with a feather lacks some charm compared to calligraphy, every stroke is straight and neat.

You can tell at a glance that hard work has been put in.

Song Youji felt more and more that he was not a human being.

What kind of a jerk was that that I did before?

"Come here, tie up those snow swallows and give them to the Crown Prince and take them back together!"

"Yuan'er, from now on, you can use the feathers of this snow swallow to write. I wonder who dares to laugh at you!"

Song Youji waved his hand and took the rare treasures presented by foreign countries as gifts.

Song Yuan was originally immersed in calligraphy, but after hearing this, his hand holding the feather trembled.

How much are these two big white geese worth?

Can we discuss this?

If you like Xueyan, I don’t want it. Can you give me a discount?

As the saying goes, a gentleman's word is as good as gold, and Song Yuan understands this truth.

What His Majesty gives you, you can only accept and cannot refuse!

At the moment, I could only bow helplessly!

Thinking of stewing the snow swallow to taste it after returning, Song Yuan turned around and began to recall his memories under the curious gaze of General Zhao and Song Youji.

What linear equations, what advanced functions, what infinite values ​​of pi!

Everything Song Yuan could think of was nonsense.

You just asked me to write without asking me whether I understood it or not?

When the time comes, you can take it back and study it yourself. If you can't figure it out, don't blame me!

"Father, I have finished writing!"

By the time Song Yuan put pen to paper, the sun was setting.

Song Yuan shook his sore wrist, a look of pain on his face. I've worked so hard, and there's really no reward for me?

"Your Majesty, this is a rare treasure!"

Song Yuan looked at Song Youji pitifully, trying to convey his thoughts with his eyes. However, before he could do so, he heard General Zhao beside him howling like a madman.

This old man, who was nearly sixty years old, had a look of obsession in his eyes. He came forward immediately, picked up Song Yuan and wrote on the rice paper.

Look at that cautious movement, it's like holding a young girl!

"Your Highness, although I don't understand the meaning behind this, I can feel that the principles of heaven and earth are contained between the lines!"

"If we can see through it, it will not only affect people's livelihood, astronomy and geography, but also the peace and prosperity of the country. For our Great Qin, it will definitely not just be a dream!"

General Zhao expressed his inner feelings, and Song Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard it.

You old man really know what you are talking about!

Aren’t those formulas that I wrote the path of science?

If you can really comprehend it, then you will be Newton or Hawking!

With a sudden change, you can use the magic weapon computer.

With a wave of his finger, Ai Dasheng can do all kinds of incredible things!

Isn’t this astronomy, geography, and peace and prosperity for the country and the people?

"This old minister suggests that the contents written by the eldest prince should be stored in the national treasury, and a special person should be assigned to transcribe them. After that, they should be distributed throughout the country and printed uniformly!"

"Not only that, this subject should also be included in future imperial examinations!"

General Zhao spoke seriously, and Song Yuan shuddered when he heard this.

Studying hard for ten years is torture in itself.

From now on, if mathematics is added to the subject.

He didn't even dare to think about how the students around the world would curse him behind his back.

"Okay!" Unexpectedly, Song Youjiji nodded happily and agreed with this statement.

Afterwards, he turned around and encouraged Song Yuan.

"Yuan'er, you've done a great job this time. You've worked hard all day, so go back and rest for a while!"

No, that’s it?

Hearing this order to expel him, Song Yuan wanted to grab Song Youji by the collar and question him.

I've been acting for so long, and you just give me two geese?

You are the emperor of all ages, how can you be so embarrassed?

……

"This time I lost a lot!"

Outside the palace, Song Yuan walked slowly towards them carrying two poultry.

When Song Yuan thought about working hard all day and getting nothing, he wanted to stamp his feet and curse.

"When we get back, should we braise or fry these two beasts?"

Song Yuan muttered to himself after glancing at the snow swallow in his hand.

Who would have thought that just as he stepped through the palace gate, he heard an anxious voice.

"Your Highness, what took you so long inside?"

"Someone is causing trouble in the mansion. Go back and take a look!"

Which bastard doesn’t want to live anymore?

I'm doing something big, you go back and steal from my house.

A joke?

"What are you still doing? Let's go!"

Song Yuan was so anxious that he jumped on his horse and galloped away.

After half a stick of incense.

Finally back outside the courtyard!

Along the way, Song Yuan was furious and gnashing his teeth.

I made up my mind to give the culprit a good beating.

But when he saw the real murderer, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

motherfucker.

Why is it the old man Bulma?

This guy seems to have brought a lot of people with him. Could it be that he wants to challenge me to a duel?