Chapter 415: Emperor Yuanchun Begged to Give Song Zhaoshang the Princess

"See clearly?"

Song Zhao folded his arms with one hand and smiled, his eyes were sinister and cold.

Fan Mingxuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared at the red list for a long time, his breath was a little unsteady, "This, is this the idea you came up with?"

Seeing this, the mission and others had a bad premonition, and they gathered together to see the ideas and answers above, and their arrogance seemed to be instantly extinguished by the water.

What kind of thinking is this that has never been seen before, and it is too amazing!

Fan Mingxuan, who had scratched his head a few times for this question strategy, was the most affected. He never imagined that there was such a novel way of thinking, so what he thought before was all nonsense?

Song Ting put his hips on his hips and laughed, "You shit prodigy, it took ten days to solve the problem, and this general's daughter did it in the blink of an eye."

The problem of seeing this stupid big man succeeding has come up again.

Emperor Yuanchun coughed, signaling his stupid general to keep a low profile.

The South Vietnamese mission looked gloomy.

Their purpose of taking the opportunity to give Dasheng a powerful blow was cut off.

Tantai Mo played with a piece of old red hair rope on his wrist, passing Song Zhao's face with unknown meaning.

It turns out that the little daughter of the Song family looks like this.

Her cat eyes really looked like his missing sister.

Just thinking of something, that kind of intimacy was suddenly covered by the black mist.

Fan Mingxuan's expression was disastrous, and his fingers hurt from being pinched. He suddenly said, "Since you are so good, how about I test you a question on the spot? If you can answer it, I will allow you to exchange academic knowledge with us in Nanyue."

It is allowed to say two words, as if the academic exchanges between South Vietnam and Dasheng Dynasty are so wronged.

Song Zhao played with his fingers, with a small smile in his eyes, noncommittal.

Fan Mingxuan must take this opportunity to regain his strength and prevent himself from being at a disadvantage. He asked the most difficult question so far.

"Today there is one rooster, worth five coins; one hen, worth three;

There were gasping sounds from all around.

This is a hundred chicken arithmetic problem.

It is a question type researched by a famous mathematician in the previous dynasty. Its importance lies in the creation of "one question and multiple answers".

There are three answers to a question, and even those who have studied this math problem couldn't figure it out.

Even Fan Mingxuan, known as the prodigy of South Vietnam, made it after ten years of research, and the answer has not been announced yet.

Nanyue took such a question to take the test, it was really deceiving people too much.

Sheng Shoufu snorted coldly, "It took you ten years to figure out this question, but you asked us to answer it on the spot, isn't it too much?"

Fan Mingxuan was confident and confident, full of superiority, "Since it is an academic exchange, we should be honest with each other. I am a student, so the questions I ask are naturally my strategy questions. If your people can study like me for ten years, you will know Got an answer?"

Everyone who said this was angry, who the hell are you like you, have nothing to do research and calculate problems for ten years!

He looked at Song Zhao provocatively, "Why, can't answer it? How about I give you another ten years, and when you answer it, let's continue the exchange meeting?"

"Hahaha!" The South Vietnamese Mission laughed out loud.

Dasheng clenched his fists at the people here angrily, it seems that they have to eat this bum today.

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows, and said in a soft voice, "Such mentally handicapped calculations won't take ten years."

Everyone's hearts were tense, and they tried their best to wink at Song Zhao, but there was no need to boast so much.

Fan Mingxuan said disdainfully, "Men still use it for ten years, but for women... there is no estimate of twenty years—"

Song Zhao blurted out without hesitation, "Four chickens are worth twenty; eighteen hens are worth fifty-four; seventy-eight chickens are worth twenty-six."

As Song Zhao finished speaking, the blood on Fan Mingxuan's face disappeared little by little.

Everyone immediately calculated in their hearts, and suddenly found that they were all right.

Song Zhao actually figured it out without even thinking about it?