Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 559 Rise! Xishan College

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

  Kenke is no exception.

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

  Even foreign candidates who came to rush for the exam also heard about it.

  This is inevitably a bit unconvincing.

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

  Although it was said that the pioneer of Xishan Academy directly recruited six Jinshi, but everyone really didn't believe this evil.

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

   Everyone is in groups of three or four, most of them are from the same village, and they are talking about something with each other.

   Waiting for the sound of a cannon, the gate of the Tribute Courtyard opened wide, and Liu Jie and his classmates entered in a single file.

  In Minglun Hall.

  Xie Qian sat among them.

  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, and he has not revealed a word even to the accompanying examiner.

   Seeing that it was getting late, and all the candidates had already taken their seats, a scribe came to give a 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.

  The former self was a talented talent who had tried and failed, and his 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, this time, is there such luck?

   Bored 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.

   "You can't be Tao..."

  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 away from others'.

  Actually, this sentence also illustrates the principle of simplicity. 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, this is not the point.

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

  No, it’s more than just doing it, but I did three articles in a row, and I felt unsatisfied with each one, so my husband explained it, and 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 or so 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 complete the writing. Plus this familiar question...

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

  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 light in these eyes.

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

  The experience of constantly brushing up the questions made him only need to think about solving the questions, just like filling in the blanks, filling in the stereotyped articles, even without 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.

  So 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 was still in trouble.

  Liu Jie has started the first proofreading.

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

   Where the wording is not refined enough, change it.

  Which place 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, he started to revise the draft for the third time.

   Followed by the fourth and fifth times.

   After waiting for the manuscript to be flawless in his opinion, he took another formal test paper and transcribed 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 no choice but 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 sound of a clapper, today's exam is over, and the scribes begin to collect the papers.

   And Liu Jie left the examination room calmly. Outside the examination room, all the students 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.

   More than a year of hard work, it seems that it was not in vain.

  ………

  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 the funny look on his face was also 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 I be sure that it must be terminally ill."

  Zhu Houzhao almost cried: "The imperial doctors said that a lot of medicines have been prescribed, and finally, the imperial doctors confirmed that this is intestinal paralysis, which is terrible."

   Sure enough, it was appendicitis.

  In this era, appendicitis is indeed an incurable disease.

   It can be placed in later generations, but it is very little surgery. Almost like circumcision.

   Speaking of circumcision, Fang Jifan is quite experienced.

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

  Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao and asked, "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 sighed: "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.

  If you want to cure appendicitis, there is no good way now. If you really want to find a way, the imperial doctors must have more experience and level than yourself.

  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 playful, 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 will it look 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 didn't, don't talk nonsense. I mean, just now His Highness mentioned His Highness the Princess, I think, maybe... there is a way?"

   "Have 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 below is broken."

  Fang Jifan tried his best to explain it to Zhu Houzhao with more acceptable principles.

  Zhu Houzhao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

   "It's like... Your Highness has a boil on his face, which won't heal for a long time, and the wound keeps festering. At this time, what will His Highness do?"

   "Cut him." Zhu Houzhao was decisive.

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

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