North Zhili, Zhengyang Street, Huaihua Alley.
There was a bustling street in front of it and a river behind it.
In a small courtyard covered in green vines, coughing sounds could be heard from time to time. The small courtyard was filled with smoke and fire. The smoke and fire were not mixed with the fragrance of rice, but the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.
"Ahem."
A young man with red lips and white teeth, whose face was like peach blossoms, was working hard to pour the Chinese medicine soup from the porcelain pot into a bowl.
It was not appropriate to describe him as a peach blossom, but the young man was very good-looking. His skin was supple, and there was a sickly blush in his fair skin. He was even more handsome than a delicate wife.
"Phew."
The young man with a peach blossom face pinched his nose and held the bowl with difficulty, pouring the bitter medicinal soup into his mouth.
"Ahem."
Just the strength of the bowl made the young man so tired that he couldn't breathe and started coughing violently.
After a long time, the youth's rosy cheeks gradually faded.
The young man's name was Su Ce, and he was a transmigrator. However, his current situation was not good. He should have contracted consumption. In the Ming Dynasty, where medical technology was not very developed, his days of survival were just around the corner.
Three years ago, he transmigrated to Ming Dynasty. His parents were from a wealthy merchant family in Suzhou. They had arranged a marriage for Su Ce since he was a child. Three years ago, the old couple passed away and he came to Beiping alone. When he arrived at Beiping Prefecture, he found out that his in-laws were now the prefect of Beiping Prefecture.
Su Ce took the marriage contract to the prefect of Beiping Prefecture.
On one side was the Ming Dynasty official who was enjoying the feast, and on the other side was the old sick man who had lost both his parents. The result was obvious.
Although the Beiping magistrate did not openly reject the marriage, nor did he use any harsh insults, Su Ce actually understood his intentions.
Su Ce did not insist on this marriage and immediately wrote a letter of annulment to the prefect of Beiping.
He used his remaining money to buy a small courtyard in Scholarflower Alley. He found the quietest place and waited for the arrival of Death.
After purchasing this small courtyard, the system bound him.
This was a house upgrade system. Every time a house was designed or built, a certain reward would be given.
Three years ago, he dragged his sick body outside to cut down some ivy to decorate this house.
His body was weak and he was penniless. This was the best he could do, but even cutting down the ivy had almost made him faint.
Fortunately, after the ivy was decorated, the system rewarded him with the ability to master eight parts and predict the imperial examination.
In the past three years, he would often predict the questions for some scholars.
After two and a half years of development, the Ming Dynasty's scientific examinations became more and more mature, and predicting the eight-part scientific examinations had become a trend.
In the past three years, he had predicted the test questions for many scholars, and many scholars who had obtained the quota for children were extremely grateful. They all gave Su Ce money to express their gratitude.
Only then did he have a source of living money.
As time passed, Su Ce also became a 'little mister' in the eyes of scholars and gained some fame in the vicinity.
However, when these scholars asked him to predict the questions of the provincial and general exams, Su Ce refused.
The child examination was a qualification examination for the provincial examination and the general examination. However, if the provincial examination and the general examination were in high school, they would become official officials in the Ming Dynasty. Su Ce did not want to let people of all kinds enter the Ming Dynasty's officialdom and disturb the atmosphere of the officialdom.
Although he was sick, he still had his own bottom line.
A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.
Dong dong dong.
Someone knocked on the door. Su Ce, wearing a cloak, slowly walked to the door and opened the ivy door of the small courtyard.
"Little mister, I'm here."
Standing outside Su Ce's door was a 15 or 16-year-old youth.
He was different from other scholars. Half a month ago, when he first looked for Su Ce, Su Ce also thought that he was looking for him to predict the future, but he didn't.
He asked Su Ce how he could lift the tiger in the iron cage and move it away.
Su Ce told him the principle of the moving block.
This should be a child from a powerful family who liked to cause trouble, but his nature was not bad.
He didn't verify if the movable block Su Ce told him was correct. Before he left, he not only bought firewood, rice, oil, and salt for himself, but also threw him a tael of silver.
When he used the principle of moving rollers to transport the tiger away, he was full of admiration for Su Ce.
In the past half a month, this kid would often come here to play with Su Ce. He would always mess around and sometimes bring two roosters to the yard to fight for Su Ce.
Sometimes, he would compete with Su Ce with a cricket.
After a while, the two of them became familiar with each other.
Su Ce also knew that the young man in front of him was called Huang Zhao, but Su Ce did not ask about his identity. He was a person who knew his limits.
In the past three years, he had predicted the test questions for too many scholars. Many scholars had become high school students because of this.
On the one hand, Su Ce had predicted the test questions correctly, and on the other hand, they admired this handsome young man who knew his limits.
Scholars all cared about their reputation. If you said that you predicted everything in high school, how would others behave?
He knew when to stop and when to retreat. This was Su Ce's indifferent personality.
Huang Zhao was dressed luxuriously and had nothing to do all day long to come and play with him. He must be the second generation of a family in Shuntian Prefecture.
Su Ce had a calm personality. In addition, the other party did not have any bad intentions. It was just that the child was playful. During this period, Su Ce would always drag his sick body and play with him for a while.
Huang Zhao followed behind Su Ce. He knew that Su Ce was sick and weak, so he didn't walk in front of Su Ce. He just followed him slowly without any disdain. His eyes were filled with concern.
"Are you feeling better?" Huang Zhao asked.
"No." Su Ce shook his head.
When they reached the main hall, Su Ce slowly stood up and poured tea. Huang Zhao hurriedly stood up and said,"I'll do it. You rest."
"Oh."
Huang Zhao handed Su Ce a teacup and asked with bright eyes,""How can we defeat the pirates?"
"Ah?"
Su Ce was stunned for a moment.”
He would never talk nonsense about things he didn't understand.
Huang Zhao didn't care, as if he had expected this outcome. Although the people outside said that the young mister was very rich and talented, how could he know anything about marching and fighting?
So he smiled and said,"Then do you think the emperor can personally conquer the Japanese pirates?"”
Su Ce shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. The rebellion of the Tumu Fortress was still in front of them. If the emperor was lost, wouldn't the country be in danger?”
The young man pursed his lips and said disdainfully,""That's because Emperor Yingzong is too useless.”
Su Ce was speechless.
He took a sip of tea and started coughing again.
Huang Zhao hurriedly got up and gently patted Su Ce's back." Young Master, I'll bring a doctor to take a look at you tomorrow."”
Su Ce shook his head." No need. I've seen many doctors."”
"BenGong…my doctor is different."”
Su Ce was slightly shocked. Although he changed his words, Su Ce still heard it keenly.
How many people in Da Ming can call themselves bengong? How many men could be called bengong?
No wonder he dared to scold Emperor Yingzong so brazenly.
Su Ce looked up at the young man in front of him in surprise.
He shouldn't be called Huang Zhao, but Zhu Houzhao!
Now, two and a half years had passed since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. It was the end of the Hongzhi period. Emperor Hongzhi worked hard to reverse the Ming Dynasty's predicament.
However, it would not be long before Emperor Hongzhi passed away, and it would be the crown prince who loved to cause trouble the most in the history of the Ming Dynasty who ascended the throne.
The shock in Su Ce's heart disappeared in a flash. He did not feel uneasy because he was facing the young prince. People who were about to die were very indifferent to everything.
In history, there were many different opinions about Zhu Houzhao, but Su Ce felt that he was not that bad.
He could still change.
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