Song Bing stood on tiptoe and stared at the red list, feeling that the handwriting looked a little familiar.

The prince's tutor saw Song Bing's actions and sneered, "General Song, you'd better stop reading it. You can't read it in one of the big words, and you can't understand it?"

Song Bingli said with a strong heart, "I will also care about my daughter's learning in my spare time. I know some basic words, and I looked at the 23rd writing, which is consistent with my daughter's font."

When the civil officials heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

"General Song is talking crazy again. Your daughter has not been involved in the study of calculation problems from beginning to end. This answer has nothing to do with her!"

"Don't think that your daughter is so good if she gets first in school. You know the example of hurting Zhongyong. Your daughter doesn't attend classes every day and will finish her life sooner or later!"

"Besides, what kind of font will you look at as a martial artist? Your daughter is the daughter of a military general. If you inherit your legacy, I am afraid you can't write such good words."

Song Bing could not argue with others alone for dozens of times, and was so angry that he was breathing.

Emperor Yuan Chun asked the core question, "So, which student did this question?"

The deputy chief minister affirmed, "It goes without saying that it must be made by the daughter of the prince and the tutor. After all, she is the best student in Canglan Academy."

The pride on the face of the prince's tutor was almost overflowing, "This kid was still calculating at night yesterday. It was so hard, but the result was good."

Dean Fang frowned and said coldly, "Master, if nothing unexpected happens, this topic should have been done by Song Zhao, because the font does look like Song Zhao's font."

Song Bing immediately laughed, "I will say it, this must be done by my daughter!"

The prince's tutor retorted, "Impossible! Your daughter has not studied and analyzed it from beginning to end, how could she know the answer?

Is there anyone who can directly calculate the problem without thinking? Do you think she is the child prodigy Fan Mingxuan?"

The civil officials whispered, but they didn't believe that this was something Song Zhao could do.

Besides, the person who spoke was Dean Fang. They all felt that Dean Fang had left Song Zhao with the backstage and did not believe Dean Fang very much.

Dean Fang spoke calmly, "The students are waiting in the hall, so you can tell them to come and ask."

Emperor Yuan Chun signaled Eunuch Chang to bring them over.

In the hall.

As soon as Yin Wanyang came back from changing clothes, she was surrounded by classmates.

When they heard the news in the front hall, they said that Yin Wanyang had calculated the answer, and they couldn't wait to flatter.

"What? Someone got the question done?" Yin Wanyang was shocked and then bit his lips tightly, panicking.

Yesterday, my father told her that there was a way to ask her for a first-rank princess.

But now someone has asked questions, how can she become a first-class princess?

When the classmates saw Yin Wanyang's reaction, they all laughed.

"Wanyang, stop pretending. It is a good thing for you to do the questions. You have made great contributions to our Dasheng Dynasty. Unlike some people, they are the first name but are out of the matter!" The noble woman who spoke gave Song Zhao a contempt.

Wen Nuo doubted, "How is it possible? How could Yin Wanyang do it? It's obviously-"

"The Prince's Palace is coming down." A noble lady exclaimed.

The prince walked with Eunuch Chang, and a hint of gentleness appeared on the man's cold face when he looked at Yin Wanyang.
Chapter completed!