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Chapter 412 Song Zhao hangs the South Vietnamese Mission -.-

When the prince said this, he looked at Song Zhao intentionally or unintentionally.

He felt that Song Zhao must have coveted the position of the Crown Princess in his heart. He had a quarrel with him because he had not become his Crown Princess.

Now that Song Zhao has watched him marry another feminine princess, Song Zhao must be very jealous.

When the prince thought that Song Zhao would be jealous, he felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

Little did she know that Song Zhao didn't even look at him.

Yin Wanyang was stunned.

Before she could come back to her senses, her classmates around her were in an uproar.

"Wanyang is going to be the crown princess, this is the supreme glory!"

Yin Wanyang had never been watched by the prince with such gentle eyes. He was a little sweet for a moment, and he opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

She followed the prince into the hall in a daze, and she was floating all over.

The answer is not what she did, but why do they say it was what she did?

Did my father specially arrange it for her?

While thinking, the group had arrived at the hall.

Everyone saluted Emperor Yuan Chun first, and then the prince's tutor waved to Yin Wanyang, "Good daughter, you said you, you gave the answer, why didn't you tell your father earlier? You have to have a surprise at the critical moment."

Yin Wanyang looked at his father's attitude and was a little afraid to answer.

She didn't know if this was arranged by her father in advance, but she did not do the question.

If she shamelessly admits, what will she become?

But if she doesn't admit it, she will lose the opportunity to become the crown princess.

In a daze, Yin Wanyang's reaction of not speaking became a default.

Emperor Yuan Chun was overjoyed and couldn't help but look at the prince, "You have chosen the Prince's Grand Tutor as your teacher. It's a great idea to teach such a wise daughter. You have enough rest during this period. You will come back tomorrow and continue to follow the court and listen to the government."

The prince put joy in his eyes and bowed to thank him.

Yin Wanyang gave him such great favor when he asked a question.

As expected, he is a virtuous man, and he is more useful than Song Zhao.

The prince and the tutor are honored.

Only then did Emperor Yuan Chun start to praise Yin Wanyang, "Min Yu Huizhi, the daughter of the prince's tutor, solved the problem for our dynasty.

The South Vietnamese delegation is coming soon, you can hand over to them and analyze your ideas for doing the questions. If you can win the face, I will give you the title of the first-rank princess!”

Song Zhao's lips curled up.

She turned around in order to let Emperor Yuan Chun make a promise and speak in public.

Yin Wanyang's legs were weak and his face was sweating constantly. There was only one answer on the red list, and he had no idea.

She doesn't know anything, how do you say it?

Yin Wanyang immediately knelt down and said seriously, "The emperor praised it, but the minister was so shocked just now that he realized that this question was not done by the minister."

The prince's tutor's proud expression froze.

The prince suddenly raised his eyes.

Not the question that Yin Wanyang did?

If all the civil officials are halfway through praise, they will stop.

Emperor Yuan Chun's eyes were dim, "What's going on? It's not what you did, who did it!"

At this moment, everyone thought of what Dean Fang said, the font is like Song Zhao's words.

So, it wasn't Song Zhao who did it?

Everyone was incredible, and they all looked in the same direction.

Song Zhao stood there quietly, with a slender figure, fair skin and beautiful appearance, and a peaceful and independent temperament.

Wen Nuo was proud of her hips, as if I had read the script a long time ago, "That's right, it's the question that my Zhaozhao did~"

The deputy chief assistant disdained, "No way? Did you really do this question?"

Song Zhao walked forward a few steps, stood beside Song Bing, carelessly, "Or who is you?"

The beautiful corners of his mouth curled up and swept across all the civil officials one by one.

Arrogant, and unruly.

"Or you civil officials made it with the so-called literary men's pen?
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