Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Every time the imperial examination is held, it is inevitable to attract the attention of countless people.

KENCO is no exception.

Especially last time, Xishan Academy won fifteen Juren in one breath, which shocked the capital even more.

So much so that foreign candidates who came to rush for the exam also heard about it.

This is inevitably a little unconvincing.

Gongsheng students in Northern Zhili have always had a limited level in the imperial examinations, and Xishan Academy can still fail.

Although at the beginning, the pioneer of Xishan Academy directly recruited six Jinshi, but everyone really didn't believe in this evil.

Liu Jie and fourteen classmates have already arrived at the Tribute Academy. Outside of the Tribute Academy, countless candidates have been waiting anxiously here.

Everyone is in small groups, most of them are from the same village, and they are talking about each other.

When a cannon rang, the gate of the Gongyuan opened wide, and Liu Jie and his classmates filed in.

In Minglun Hall.

Xie Qian sat in it.

Because last time, there was a suspicious case of leaking questions. Although it was finally found out, it was just a false accusation, and it was all nonsense.

But……

In order to prevent the accident from happening last time, Xie Qian has not released the questions until now, even the examiner accompanying the exam, he has not revealed a word.

Seeing that it was getting late and all the examinees had already taken their seats, a scribe came to report. Xie Qian said indifferently: "Let's come up with a question, the title is 'You Can't Be Tao'."

After a while, the question was raised and released.

Liu Jie entered the examination room, still feeling uneasy.

In the past, I was a talented scholar who tried repeatedly, and my confidence had already been wiped out.

After that, because he joined Xishan Academy to study, he got the first place in the Beizhili Township Examination in high school, and his life has changed since then.

But……

Liu Jie couldn't help but think in his heart, this time, is he still so lucky?

Boring in Xishan Academy every day to study and do questions, he has long been numb, so numb that his mind is full of questions, and now, he is finally going to compete.

But let's put this question aside...

Liu Jie's expression changed.

"It can't be said..."

This question is so familiar.

This sentence comes from the Doctrine of the Mean. On the surface, it means "you can't be the Tao", but in fact, the opening sentence of this sentence should be "The Tao is not far from people".

In fact, this sentence also explains the principle of simplicity from the great. The sage Confucius believed that the truth is around people, and it is not complicated.

It's just Cheng Zhu's explanation, but it's different.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is that Liu Jie discovered that he has done this problem before.

No, it’s more than just doing it. I did three articles in a row. I was not satisfied with each article, so my husband explained it. After the explanation, I continued to do it again.

People are like this, if there is an article and someone explains it to you, maybe a year and a half later, you will have forgotten it completely, but the questions you have done are all too familiar.

Liu Jie has done a lot of questions, even with his eyes closed, he has been able to finish writing. Coupled with this familiar question...

Liu Jie suddenly closed his eyes, trying hard to remember.

He even remembered that in the end, there were several mistakes in the questions he made, which were specially pointed out.

And now...

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and there was a light in these eyes.

He smiled slightly, and did not ponder, but wrote directly.

The experience of constantly brushing up questions made him only need to think about solving the questions, just like filling in the blanks, filling in the stereotyped essays, even without too much deliberation and thinking at all, which is almost like a conditioned reflex.

After half an hour, a stereotyped essay has been finished.

While other people are still thinking hard, some people reluctantly started to write, but they are still trying hard to swallow every word, and some people seem to be surprisingly cautious. After all, this is a major exam involving their own life. Therefore, Although he has a well-thought-out plan, he still holds the pen and thinks.

There are also people who are a little confused, no matter what, they can't think of a way to solve the problem, and their foreheads are already dripping with cold sweat.

In a day's time, thinking of the method to solve the problem, I still need to write an article. This article is absolutely not allowed to exceed the rules of stereotyped essays. That is to say, this is not what you say, but to understand the meaning of this sentence on behalf of the saints. It must be upright, it must contain the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, and more importantly, it must also conform to the principles of Cheng Zhuzhi.

It's almost like dancing on the tip of a knife.

As a result, how many literati and scholars in ancient times, and how many talented people, were eventually made things difficult by these stereotyped essays, and they still failed the rankings after exhausting their lives.

Just when everyone is still in trouble.

Liu Jie has already started proofreading for the first time.

He took out another draft and began to revise his article carefully.

Where the wording is not refined enough, change it.

If there is any place that does not achieve what you want, change it.

Which one may cause some misunderstanding to the examiner, change it.

After he finished revising the first draft, another half an hour passed.

There is plenty of time.

But many candidates are still sweating profusely in a daze at the blank test papers.

But Liu Jie was not in a hurry, and he started to revise the manuscript for the third time.

Then came the fourth and fifth times.

After waiting for the manuscript to have no flaws in his opinion, he wrote another formal test paper to transcribe the final manuscript.

In this way, a beautiful article with Xishan characteristics, like an industrial assembly line, can be regarded as completely completed.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and the examinees who hadn't started writing at noon already had a difficult face, so they had to start answering the paper indiscriminately.

There are also some candidates who do the questions early in the morning, and the articles that have been refined word by word, barely come to an end in the evening.

But Liu Jie has everything ready.

With the bang of a clapper, today's exam was over, and the scribes began to collect the papers.

And Liu Jie left the examination room calmly. Outside the examination room, all the classmates had been waiting for him for a long time.

All the juniors bowed to Liu Jie.

Liu Jie immediately responded with courtesy.

Everyone, smile at each other knowingly.

It seems that the hard work of more than a year has not been in vain.

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Fang Jifan was thinking about the imperial examination, so he asked Deng Jian to go outside the Gongyuan to have a look, while he waited for the news at home, but before Deng Jian came, he waited for Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao looked worried, saw Fang Jifan, and said eagerly: "It's bad, it's bad."

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao sympathetically. Zhu Houzhao had lost a lot of weight, and his funny look was gone.

Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Not good." Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "Father is probably terminally ill."

Fang Jifan frowned: "How can you be sure that it must be terminally ill."

Zhu Houzhao was about to cry: "As the imperial doctors said, a lot of medicines have been prescribed. In the end, the imperial doctors confirmed that this is intestinal paralysis. It's bad."

Sure enough, it was appendicitis.

In this day and age, appendicitis is indeed an incurable disease.

But in later generations, there are very few operations. Almost like circumcision.

Speaking of circumcision, Fang Jifan is very experienced.

It's just...cutting the appendix, it's so scary.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao and said, "How is your condition now?"

Zhu Houzhao looked like he was about to cry but had no tears: "Now he has barely recovered, but he can eat. It doesn't hurt as much as before, but..."

Fang Jifan said with emotion: "May Your Majesty live a long life."

Zhu Houzhao grabbed Fang Jifan's skirt: "I am here to ask you to find a way."

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded: "This...I...what can I do."

Zhu Houzhao cried and robbed the land. Daming is rich all over the world, and his subjects are hundreds of trillions. Why can't he do anything?

He pulled Fang Jifan's lapel: "Old Fang, we are brothers right, my royal father is your father, how can you remain indifferent?"

Fang Jifan shook his head: "I really have no choice."

Just kidding, this is really not Fang Jifan's cold blood.

There is no good way to cure appendicitis at present. If there is a way, the imperial doctors must be more experienced and capable than myself.

The only way is surgery.

Can Fang Jifan take a knife and draw strokes on the emperor's belly? Just kidding, even if he dared to risk the world, in this era, the surgical conditions are simple and the death rate is not low. Wouldn't this... be a crime of regicide?

Fang Jifan was very worried about His Majesty. Although Zhu Houzhao said that his father was his own father, he felt a little bit of a hooligan, but from the bottom of his heart, Fang Jifan really had feelings for Emperor Hongzhi.

Zhu Houzhao heard that Fang Jifan really had no choice, and suddenly his whole body fell into a slump. He sat blankly, his eyes blank: "It's over, the family is ruined, and I don't want to live anymore. The mother... the mother is also anxious, I don't know what it will be like in the end. There is also my sister... My sister has been too sad these days, and fainted several times. She is already weak, so I don't know..."

"What?" Fang Jifan said: "His Royal Highness, she..."

Zhu Houzhao yelled at Fang Jifan: "Why do you care so much when I mention my sister? Do you care about my father?"

Fang Jifan said ashamedly: "I don't, don't talk nonsense. What I mean is, just now His Highness mentioned His Royal Highness, I thought, maybe... there is a way?"

"You thought of it?" Zhu Houzhao grabbed Fang Jifan and was overjoyed.

Fang Jifan sighed: "Actually, Your Highness, in this world, only Your Highness can save His Majesty!"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan in astonishment.

Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness understands the principle of intestinal paralysis, that is to say, the small intestine is broken."

Fang Jifan tried his best to explain it to Zhu Houzhao with relatively easy-to-accept principles.

Zhu Houzhao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"It's like... His Highness has a boil on his face, which cannot be cured for a long time, and the wound keeps festering. What will His Highness do at this time?"

"Cut him." Zhu Houzhao was decisive.

Fang Jifan raised his thumbs up: "Your Highness is really smart, I admire you very much, that's right, cut him off!"

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