The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Every time the imperial examinations inevitably attract the attention of countless people.

Jinke is no exception.

Especially the last time, Xishan College was able to breathe fifteen people in one breath, which shocked the capital.

The foreign people who came to take the exams also heard about it.

This will inevitably make people unconvinced.

Gong Zhi of Beizhili has always had a limited level in the imperial examination, and Xishan Academy can't do anything.

Although at the beginning, the pioneers of the Xishan Academy had directly recruited six jinshi, but everyone really did not believe this evil.

Liu Jie and the 14 classmates have arrived at the tribute courtyard. Outside the tribute courtyard, countless candidates have long waited here.

Everyone is in threes and fives, mostly in the same country, and they talk about each other.

When a cannon sounded and the gate of the Gongyuan opened wide, Liu Jie and the classmates rushed in.

In Minglun Hall.

Xie Qianduan sat there.

Because the last time, there was a suspicious leak case. Although it was finally found out, this was just a false accusation, and it was all a matter of nothing.

but……

In order to prevent the last accident, Xie Qian has not put the question out so far, even if he is the examiner who accompanies the exam, he has not disclosed only a few words.

Seeing that it wasn't too early, all the candidates had already taken their seats, and some scholars came to give a performance. Xie Qian said lightly: "Come on the question, the title is 'Can't be Tao.'

After a few moments, the question was put out with a sign.

When Liu Jie entered the examination room, he was still uneasy.

I used to be a talented person who tried many times, and my confidence had already been wiped away.

Since then, because of enrolling in Xishan Academy, this is the first high school in Beizhili, and his life has changed since then.

but……

Liu Jie couldn't help but think, this time, is there such luck?

Every day, he was bored in Xishan Academy to study and make questions. He was already numb, and the numbness filled his mind. Now, he is finally going to compete.

But let this question go ...

Liu Jie's face changed.

"No way ..."

How familiar is this question.

This sentence comes from the mean, on the surface, it means ‘not to be Tao’, but in fact, the beginning of this sentence should be ‘Dao is not far away’.

In fact, this sentence also illustrates the principle of Dadao to Jian. Kong Sheng believes that the truth lies with people and is not complicated.

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

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that Liu Jie found that he had done this question.

No, I didn't just do it, but I did three articles in a row, and each of them felt dissatisfied, so Mr. explained it, and then continued to do it again.

This is the case with people. If there is an article and someone will explain it to you, after a year and a half, you may have forgotten a clean, self-made question, but you are not familiar with it.

Liu Jie has done many and many questions, even with his eyes closed, he can already write a chapter. Plus this familiar question ...

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

He even remembered that, in the end, he had made several mistakes and was specifically accused.

And now ...

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

He smiled slightly and didn't ponder, but wrote directly.

The experience of constantly brushing questions makes him only have to think about breaking the question, just like filling in the blanks, filling in these eight stocks, and even not having to do too much scrutiny and thinking at all, which is almost the same as conditioned reflex.

After half an hour, an eight-share article has been completed.

Others are still thinking hard. Some people are reluctant to start writing, but they are still trying to swallow each word slowly. Others are surprisingly cautious. This is after all a major examination of their lives. Therefore, Although he was confident, he still held the pen to think.

Some people are a bit ignorant. In any case, they can't think of a way to solve the problem. The forehead is already dripping with sweat.

One day, when I think of the way to solve the problem, I still need to write an article. This article must not allow a little bit to surpass the eight-legged text. Even if it is, every sentence spoken in it is required to speak for the saint. That is to say, this is not what you say, but the sage to understand the meaning of this sentence, to be upright, to embody the way of Confucius and Mencius, and more importantly, it also needs to conform to the principle of Cheng Zhuzhi.

This is almost like dancing on the tip of a knife.

So many ancient literati Mo Ke, and how many geniuses were eventually troubled by these eight shares of literary, exhausted all his life, and still fell out of the list.

Just when everyone is in trouble.

Liu Jie has started the first proofreading.

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

Nowhere is the word refined enough to be changed.

Which place did not achieve the meaning you want, change.

Which one may cause the examiner some misunderstanding and change.

After he revised the first draft, half an hour passed.

There is plenty of time.

But many candidates are still in a daze facing the blank test paper with sweat.

But Liu Jie was not in a hurry, he began to make revisions for the third time.

This was followed by the fourth and fifth times.

After the manuscript appeared to him to be completely flawless, he started another formal test paper to transcribe the final manuscript.

In this way, a splendid article with the characteristics of Xishan, like an industrial assembly line, was completely completed.

The sky is a bit bleak. Candidates who haven't started writing at noon are already faced with difficulties.

There were also some candidates who did the questions early in the morning and carefully reviewed the essays, which only came to a close in the evening.

But Liu Jie has everything ready.

With a clatter of clappers, today's exam is over and the scholars begin to wind up.

And Liu Jie came out of the examination room calmly. Outside the examination room, all his classmates have been waiting for him for a long time.

All the teachers and disciples pressed at Liu Jie.

Liu Jie immediately returned the gift.

Everyone will smile at each other.

More than a year of hard work seems to be in vain.

…………………………

Fang Jifan was thinking about the imperial examination in his heart, and he asked Deng Jian to look outside the Gongyuan. He was waiting for news at home, but he did not wait for Deng Jian to come, but Zhu Houzhao.

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

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao sympathetically. Zhu Houzhao had already lost a lot of weight, and his face was missing.

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

"Not good." Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "Father and Emperor are afraid of getting terminally ill."

Fang Jifan frowned: "How can we be sure that it is terminally ill."

Zhu Houzhao almost cried: "The doctors have said that many medicines have been given. Eventually, the doctors confirmed that this is intestinal paralysis, which is bad."

It really is appendicitis.

In this era, appendicitis is indeed an incurable disease.

It can be placed in later generations, but it is a rare operation. It's similar to circumcision.

Speaking of circumcision, Fang Jifan is still very experienced.

It's just ... It's terrible to cut the appendix.

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

Zhu Houzhao looked like he was crying without tears: "Now I'm recovering a little bit, but I can eat now. It doesn't hurt like before, but ..."

Fang Jifan said with emotion: "May your majesty live for a hundred years."

Zhu Houzhao grabbed Fang Jifan's shirt: "This palace is coming, I want you to find a way."

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

Zhu Houzhao cried and grabbed the ground. Daming was rich all over the world and his subjects were a hundred trillion. How could there be no way?

He pulled Fang Jifan's shirt: "Lao Fang, we are brothers right, my father emperor is your father, how can you be indifferent?"

Fang Jifan shook his head: "I really can't help it."

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

Appendicitis wants to cure, there is no good way today, really need a way, the doctors must have more experience and level than themselves.

The only way can only be surgery.

Can Fang Jifan hold a knife and paint on the emperor's belly? Just kidding, even if he dared to risk this world, in this era, the operating conditions are simple, and the mortality rate is not low, this ... wouldn't it be the crime of killing the king?

Fang Jifan was very worried about His Majesty. Although Zhu Houzhao said that his father was his own father, he felt a little mean to play tricks. However, in his heart, Fang Jifan really had feelings for Emperor Hongzhi.

Zhu Hou listened to Fang Jifan, there was really no way, suddenly the whole person was in a state of depression, he sat blankly, his eyes were aloof: "It's over, the family is ruined, eh, this palace doesn't want to live, mother ... Mother ... I do n’t know what it will be like in the end. There are sisters ... Sisters have been so sad these days, they have fainted a few times, she is already weak, and I do n’t know ... "

"What?" Fang Jifan said: "Her Royal Highness she ..."

Zhu Houzhao roared towards Fang Jifan: "Why does this palace mention sisters, you are so kind, do you have my father and emperor?"

Fang Jifan was ashamed: "I don't have it, don't talk nonsense. I mean, Your Highness Fang Cai mentioned Her Royal Highness, I think, maybe ... can I use a method?"

"Have you thought of it?" Zhu Houzhao grabbed Fang Jifan and was immediately overjoyed.

Fang Jifan sighed: "Actually, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Your Royal Highness, in this world, only your Highness can save your Majesty!"

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

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

Fang Jifan tried his best to tell Zhu Hou about the principles that were more acceptable.

Zhu Houzhao nodded as if the chick was pecking rice.

"It's like ... The boil grows on His Highness's face, healed for a long time, and the wounds continue to purify. What will His Highness do at this time?"

"Cut him." Zhu Houzhao cut the nail.

Fang Jifan raised his thumb: "His Royal Highness is really clever, and his admiration is very good, yes, cut him!"

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