As soon as Zhao Hongrun said three words, the attention of everyone at the table was immediately raised. They were very curious about what kind of innovative topic the Eighth Prince mentioned.
After taking a look at everyone, Zhao Hongrun asked the question: "I have an imperial sister. Suppose one day, I checked the number of my brothers and sisters in the palace and found that I have one more brother than sister. Then, my imperial sister's
How many more brothers are there than her sisters?”
Eh?
Everyone at the table was stunned when they heard this. It was obvious that they had never guessed such a question before, and they were all a little confused for a while.
However, some of them were stunned after hearing the word "imperial sister" and looked at Princess Yulong sitting on the right side of Zhao Hongrun in astonishment, with a look of surprise on their faces.
"Princess...Princess?" Yang Chen looked at Princess Yulong and stammered.
He Xinxian also widened his eyes.
Although they thought Princess Yulong's behavior was a bit weird at first, they really didn't speculate in this regard. Now that they heard Zhao Hongrun's question, they subconsciously thought of Princess Yulong's identity.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Hongrun reminded, dumbfounded.
Everyone at the banquet immediately sat upright upon hearing this, but their eyes turned to Princess Yulong from time to time.
It's no wonder, after all, a princess who has not left the palace is even rarer than a prince who has not left the palace. Only by chance can you see her from a distance. How can you have the opportunity to watch it up close like this? But unfortunately, Yulong's face had a look of confusion.
Wearing a silver mask, it covered his face from the cheekbones up.
But even so, just half of the face can't help but make them dream about it.
"Ahem!" The Sixth Prince Zhao Hongzhao seemed to have noticed the small movements of his friends and pretended to cough twice.
Only then did the young scholars put aside their thoughts and turned their attention back to the questions raised by Zhao Hongrun. They looked at Zhao Hongrun awkwardly. Obviously, they had not heard the question clearly just now.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun repeated it again.
For a moment, the Yafeng Pavilion became quiet, and everyone was calculating Zhao Hongrun's questions with their fingers.
To be honest, this question is not difficult, but the strange thing is that this question requires a certain amount of logical thinking. As long as you can clarify the rules, the answer to this question is nothing more than 1+1-(-1), that is, three people.
However, He Song was obviously unable to straighten out the logic of this question. He was sweating profusely and flexing his fingers, looking at a loss.
Because it was a competition between Zhao Hongrun and He Song, the scholars at the table did not interrupt rashly. In fact, I am afraid they could not figure out the relationship. After all, Zhao Hongrun had two text traps in the question.
"Two more people." After a long while, He Song gritted his teeth and replied.
Under the attention of everyone, Zhao Hongrun shook his head with pretentious regret: "Wrong! It's three people!"
With that said, he explained the correct way of solving the problem to everyone, and then all the scholars suddenly understood.
As for He Song, who was listening from beginning to end, his face suddenly turned pale. After all, he had just boasted about Haikou, and if he made a mistake in a question, he would get out of the Yafeng Pavilion with his head in his arms, and would be expelled from the Yafeng Poetry Society in the future. But now,
He didn't answer the first question correctly.
It's your own fault...
Seeing He Song's pale face, all the scholars shook their heads secretly.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongrun had no intention of expelling He Song in a hurry. He looked at He Song who was covered in cold sweat and said calmly: "Master He, don't be impatient, there are still a few questions left."
He didn't take He Song's boast just seriously at all, as if it was a joke.
This made all the scholars feel a little funny.
"The second question is, suppose there are four households arranged in a row. It is now known that House A is next door to House B. Furthermore, House A and House D are not adjacent. Suppose House D and House C are not adjacent either. , then, which family is next door to the C family?" Zhao Hongrun asked the second question calmly.
After hearing this question, all the scholars felt that their heads were like paste and became a mess. Even the sixth prince, Zhao Hongzhao, looked thoughtful.
As for He Song, his complexion became paler.
It is undeniable that this question is more difficult than the previous one. You need to use the elimination method to eliminate all the inferences that do not meet the conditions and finally get the answer.
This is quite a test of logical thinking ability, because during the thinking process, once the thinking becomes confused, the train of thought will be completely interrupted and you will have to start over.
Scholars like He Song, who have never been exposed to logical thinking questions, can't even analyze the questions, so how can they talk about solving them?
What's even worse is that He Song is extremely anxious at the moment, and what is needed to analyze logical thinking questions is calm analytical ability. How can he solve it when he is so confused at the moment?
Guess...just guess one!
He Song secretly glanced at Zhao Hongrun and saw that he was smiling, as if he was just waiting to see his joke. He was angry and anxious and guessed randomly: "It's... it's the Ding family!"
Yang Di, a scholar who was also calculating, was stunned when he heard this and said in surprise: "Brother He, the Bing family and the Ding family are not adjacent to each other. It is clearly stated in the question."
He Song was immediately confused when he heard this.
It turned out that he was so confused that he simply forgot the question and made a random guess. Fortunately, he guessed the one that was contrary to the question.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun shook his head slightly and said lightly: "It's the Jia family."
After that, he picked up the pen that had been prepared on the desk, wrote down the locations of the four houses A, B, C, and D in the order of C, A, B, and D, and passed them on to all the scholars.
The scholars thought and thought about this sequence, looked at it again and again, and then nodded with sincerity. Looking at their expressions, they seemed as comfortable as drinking a bowl of ice water in summer.
And He Song, who failed to answer two questions correctly, was already a little restless at this moment, and sweat was pouring from his forehead.
"The third question is, assuming my son is the father of someone's son, what is the relationship between that person and me?"
Since two similar logic questions had already been asked, the scholars gradually found a way out during the banquet, and the quick-thinking Brother Liuhuang even thought of the answer within a while. However, the answer was surprising no matter how he looked at it. He was a little dumbfounded.
Only He Song was holding his fingers in front of him, dripping with cold sweat, and his mind was filled with his son and father. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more confused he became, as if he had the illusion of seeing stars in front of his eyes.
After a while, Zhao Hongrun said strangely: "This question is simpler than the previous question. Mr. He still can't type it?...The answer is very simple, someone is my son, and I am someone's father!"
All the scholars were stunned when they heard this, and some of them couldn't help laughing, but because of He Song's face, they had to cover their mouths, feeling uncomfortable.
However, He Song, who had been hit repeatedly, seemed to be aware of it and muttered something to himself with a dull expression.
"You didn't answer all three questions correctly, Mr. He!" Zhao Hongrun looked at He Song with a half-smile.
He Song's face flashed red and pale, and he gritted his teeth and said in a rough voice: "One more question, one more question from His Highness the Eighth Prince, and I will definitely be able to answer it."
"Another question? Why?" Zhao Hongrun said with a faint smile: "Three questions, can't you explain the problem?... What did Mr. He just say? If you answer a question wrong, hold your head and start from here. Get out of Yafeng Pavilion? Are you talking about being expelled from Yafeng Poetry Club from now on?"
He Song opened his mouth, speechless, with a look of shame and annoyance on his face.
He gritted his teeth and argued forcefully: "I'm sorry to say it bluntly, but the questions raised by His Highness are trivial! ... They are extremely vulgar and cannot be considered elegant!"
Are you too stubborn?
Zhao Hongrun narrowed his eyes and said sarcastically: "Why didn't you say this in the first place?...Oh, Your Highness forgot, Mr. He was full of confidence in himself at that time."
After hearing He Song's words, the Sixth Prince Zhao Hongzhao and all the young scholars at the table also frowned.
In their view, winning is winning and losing is losing. How can there be any reason to blame the question after losing?
This is clearly a sly remark after losing!
As a result, even the young scholars who usually had a good relationship with He Song couldn't help but cast their disdainful eyes on the former.
He Song also noticed the disdainful looks in his former companions' eyes, and he complained in his heart but was helpless.
Who told him to talk so full of words before, but now he didn't answer the three questions at all? What do you want him to do? Do you really want to get out of Yafeng Pavilion with your head in your hands? If this matter spreads, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?
Compared with holding his head and getting out of Yafeng Pavilion, it was even more difficult for He Song to accept being expelled from the Yafeng Poetry Society. You must know that the Yafeng Poetry Society is the most prestigious gathering among young scholars in Daliang. The nephews and nephews of powerful and famous families all hoped to join in because of their connections. However, He Song finally got into it, but he had to be expelled from the Poetry Society because of this matter. How could he accept this?
Seeing him sweating profusely and still arguing, Yang Di kindly reminded: "Brother He, accept your bet and admit defeat... I am an upright scholar, and if you lose, you lose. In my opinion, you might as well tell me His Highness the Eighth Prince apologizes, and we also beg for mercy. Could it be that His Highness the Eighth Prince would really care about you and drive you out regardless of our request?... His Highness the Eighth Prince is a talented person who has outsmarted the East Palace. He will definitely not compete with you. You are generally knowledgeable."
This Yang Di...
Zhao Hongrun was a little surprised. After all, while Yang Chang was persuading He Song, he was also promoting Zhao Hongrun and gagging him with words of praise.
Zhao Hongrun was not disgusted with this approach. After all, he did not have any deep hatred against He Song. It was just that He Song was too arrogant and arrogant. To put it bluntly, he was too senior. He relied on him to play with the sixth prince Hongzhao in the past. Yes, to come out and pick a thorn in Zhao Hongrun, and keep talking about the rules of the Yafeng Poetry Club, is simply looking for a beating.
If it weren't for the sake of Brother Sixth Emperor, Zhao Hongrun would really like to make this guy understand what Zhao Hongrun's rules are!
But since Yang Di said this, it’s not like Zhao Hongrun couldn’t give him face. After all, it was Yang Di who saw the sixth prince’s eyes at the beginning and took the initiative to smooth things over for Zhao Hongrun in disguise. It was nothing to return him a favor for the previous rude situation.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun stopped urging and drank by himself, as if to show his attitude.
Seeing this, all the scholars at the banquet became even more fond of the Eighth Prince and began to persuade He Song. However, He Song insisted on his so-called truth and refused to admit defeat. This made the people who were originally with him The scholars who had a good relationship with him were greatly disappointed and simply let him go.
"One more question, just one more question!"
He Song looked at Zhao Hongrun with fixed eyes.
"Hongrun..." The sixth prince Hongzhao looked at Zhao Hongrun in embarrassment.
It seems that for the sake of the emperor’s brother, let’s let him go.
The Sixth Prince winked at Zhao Hongrun.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun had a smile on his face, shook his head and sighed: "That's all, for the sake of brother Liu Huang and everyone else, I will ask you a question that you are familiar with. If you can answer it, what you said before, I Quan pretended he didn’t hear it.”
He Song's expression suddenly brightened.
Zhao Hongrun hesitated for a moment and then asked the question: "When a person climbs high, the higher he gets, the heavier he gets...guess a word."
He Song pondered for a moment and said with joy on his face: "It's a fall!... As the ancient saying goes, it's easy to fall hard when you climb high."
Such a simple question? It seems that Hongrun still gives me face...
The sixth prince Hongzhao was also stunned when he heard the question, and felt a little relieved in his heart.
However, what puzzled everyone was that Zhao Hongrun didn't know if he didn't hear clearly. He said to He Song in surprise: "What? Say it louder."
Seeing this, He Song shouted loudly: "Fall!"
"Be good!" A strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Hongrun's face: "You win, sit down."
"Eh?" Not only was He Song stunned, but all the scholars at the table also showed strange expressions.
After a moment, the entire Yafeng Pavilion burst into laughter, and He Song immediately realized what he was doing, and his face turned red.
No wonder my father loved Hongrun so much and even called him a bad son. He really had a bad temper...
The sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao smiled bitterly.
Only then did he realize that he was still too naive.