Perhaps considering that this was a freshman who had just entered the school, the school official gave him a lot of face. He held a book in one hand and a ruler in the other. When he walked to Song Yuanbao, the ruler gently tapped the book case, "Tell me, what are the three styles of ancient Chinese styles?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes were all staring at Song Yuanbao.

Most of the people watching the fun.

After being sick for so many days, Song Yuanbao was a little uncomfortable and slept very well, but he didn't hear it.

The school official looked not very good-looking, and the long ruler was knocked heavily.

When Song Yuanbao first went to Shangshufang, he was not used to his daily routine. He was asked many questions because he was napping in class. He heard the sound of a ruler and stood up reflexively. Before his eyes were fully opened, a question from Shangshufang was swayed in his mind. Without thinking, his nasal voice was filled with a strong sleepiness. He replied: "Home is respectful, deacon is respectful, and loyal to others."

School Officer: "..."

Classmate: "…"

On the right side, there was a boy named Lin who was about the same age as him. He stood up to cover his mouth and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyao, we are taking a mathematics class."

Song Yuanbao glanced at the book in the hands of the scholar. It turned out to be Heluo mathematics and physics, and he answered "Mencius".

The school official didn't look at him, and his voice was hard. "The Imperial College is a place to study, not your bedroom. If you can't be upright and serious, go back as soon as possible. Don't think that you can ignore the rules of the Imperial College after two years. There are no shortage of playboys in the capital who are worthy of being accustomed to you, and the Imperial College does not need such people."

Song Yuanbao had a good attitude in this regard. When the school official said something, he nodded his head, expressing his agreement.

Such shamelessness makes people unable to deal with him.

The school official listened and knocked the ruler on his desk twice, "Yeah, yeah, what's the use? Please copy the three ancient Chinese styles a thousand times and hand them over tomorrow morning!"

After school at noon, the classmate surnamed Lin came over and asked him, "Actually, with Brother Xiaoyao, you should have graduated a long time ago, why do you have to come back and suffer?"

Song Yuanbao was stunned for a long time before he realized that "Brother Xiaoyao" was calling him.

He yawned, picked up his pen and dipped it ink, and continued to copy the three ancient Chinese styles. His voice was as lazy as he himself, "Maybe I'm bored."

Classmate Lin looked curious: "Do you all have such personalities in Shangshu Room?"

Song Yuanbao paused for a moment. When he thought of the man's serious and omnipotent appearance, he suddenly laughed, "Maybe."

"Brother Xiaoyao, stop copying. If we are a little late, the cafeteria will be out of food. After sitting for so long, aren't you hungry?" Classmate Lin touched his stomach and smacked his lips twice.

Song Yuanbao wrote it twenty times, threw the brush into the brush, sorted out the things, and followed Lin's classmate out.

Three ancient styles: "Taiyi", "Liu Ren", "Qimen Dunjia"

His Royal Highness’s courses in Shangshu Room are very rich, so rich that they were ordered by the emperor to lead to the Imperial College. Song Yuanbao just realized that the course of Imperial College was added in the past two years.

It seems that the emperor intends to fully cultivate talents in the Imperial College, Song Yuanbao thought so.

The meal was called by classmate Lin for him. The two found a seat without anyone. Classmate Lin had a good impression of him. While eating, he reminded him, "The afternoon is a ritual and music class. Brother Xiaoyao, don't make any mistakes again."

Song Yuanbao chewed the chicken pieces in his mouth and said vaguely: "I won't come in the afternoon."

Classmate Lin: "You skip class after just saying a few words to you. The people in your Shangshu Room are very arrogant!"

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After lunch, Lin returned to his dormitory for lunch. Song Yuanbao did not go home. He sat in the empty lecture hall and copied the three ancient Chinese styles a hundred times, and pinched Shichen to the Divine Soldiers.

Zhao Xi seemed to have just arrived and saw him in the hall. Without saying hello, he walked forward expressionlessly.

Song Yuanbao called him twice and he didn't respond.

"Hey hey hey!" Song Yuanbao caught up, "Why are you ignoring people?"

Zhao Xi stopped and said, "What's the matter?"

"Can't you say hello to you if you're fine?" Song Yuanbao saw that he still had no intention of paying attention to him, and muttered in a low voice, "I was scolded at our house that day, and it was not you. Even if I was going to be angry, I should be angry. Why did you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhao Xi: "If you are angry, there should be a limit. What should you do if you run to the Imperial College?"

Song Yuanbao immediately realized that what Zhao Xi was talking about was the damn ancient Chinese style in the morning.

He found it funny, "I just came out, and you got the news. Zhao Xi, have you sent someone to monitor me?"

"No surveillance is needed." Zhao Xi looked ahead without looking squinting, "I don't think it's hard for the prince to make such a big noise."

Song Yuanbao touched the bridge of his nose, "Didn't I hear clearly what the school officials asked?"

Thinking of something, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "I won't tell you anymore. There are three ancient styles that are a thousand times. If you don't copy them, you will have to stay up late at night."

After saying that, he rushed into Zhao Xi's office, sat in front of the desk, spread paper and grind ink, and started copying with his head down.

Zhao Xi stood outside the door, looked at Song Yuanbao with his black eyes slightly narrowed.

It was not until Old Marquis Lu asked him to invite him that he turned around and walked away slowly.

Song Yuanbao stayed in Zhao Xi's office for a whole afternoon, and his hands were almost broken before he could barely complete a thousand times. At this moment, if anyone mentioned the words "Three Styles of Ancient Biography" before him, he would probably be able to spit it out directly.

After the ink was dried up, Song Yuanbao put all the paper away and put it back into the book basket. He pinched his sore arms, twisted his neck, and planned to go out for some breath to prepare to go home for dinner.

When he went out, he saw several Divine Soldiers gathered together and whispering something. When he saw him, his eyes became strange, as if he was looking at some fresh goods.

Song Yuanbao stepped forward a few steps, and the people immediately bowed, "Young Master."

Song Yuanbao glanced over and said, "Everyone was panicked. Could it be that you were talking bad things about me behind your back?"

Several soap officials said in unison: "Young people dare not."

Song Yuanbao continued to pinch his sore arm, "Where is your highness?"

"Your Highness..." One of the soap officials said flickeringly and hesitated.

"Um?"

Another man mustered up the courage and said, "There is a nonsense person outside, not the uncle who claims to be the young master. His Highness is now dealing with him outside the door."

"My uncle?" Song Yuanbaojun's face suddenly sank. He ignored the words of the soap officials who advised him not to go out, and quickly walked out of the gate.

There was indeed a tall and thin man in an indigo round necklace standing next to the white marble lion. He was yelling something, but was blocked by two soap officials to prevent him from crossing the line.

Zhao Xi stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Seeing Song Yuanbao come out, the man's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "Yuanbao, Yuanbao, please let them go quickly. I am your uncle!"

When Zhao Xi heard this, he turned his head. Seeing that Song Yuanbao had stood beside him at some point, he asked, "Have you ever known this person?"

Song Yuanbao looked at the man carefully and suddenly smiled and said, "The emperor, the 'Xiaoyao Young Master', is not allowed to attract peach blossoms. Now even my uncle has attracted me. Maybe in two days, I can have a pair of parents out of thin air. Your Highness, don't you?"

Zhao Xi continued to remain silent without saying a word.

If it were the case, Song Yuanbao might have the intention to tease the person who pretended to be his uncle, but today he had just copied the three ancient scriptures a thousand times, so he was so tired that he waved his hand and told the soap clerk, "Let him go."

The man in blue robe was the Wang family Xiaolang who was traveling to the capital. Hearing this, his voice rose, "Yuanbao, I am really your uncle! If you don't believe me, take me to see Song Sanlang. If it weren't for him, how could your parents die on the way home? It was their Song family who bullied people too much. Your mother would cut off the exchanges between our two families as soon as she died and would not let me, the uncle, come to see you."

Song Yuanbao froze in place, "What did you say?"

Seeing his ugly face, Wang Xiaolang sighed, "Yuanbao, I really don't care about you for so many years. I want to take care of you. I wanted to take you back to the Wang family at the beginning, but your grandparents are not sure. I really can't do anything about it..."

"Absurd!" Song Yuanbao had a calm face, "Do you dare to talk nonsense again? Do you believe it or not, I will let you throw you out of the capital?"

"Song Yuanbao!" Wang Xiaolang continued to shout, "How old is Song Erlang's daughter? You are already fifteen years old this year. Do you really think you are Song Sanlang's biological son?"

Song Yuanbao clenched his fists and turned to enter the door. Zhao Xi grabbed his wrist and shook his head, "Song Sicheng was transferred to another place to buy materials for the government beast early in the morning, and he is not here."
Chapter completed!