fake prince

Chapter 1
"The four of them face each other day and night, babbling a lot."

"When the begonias and peonies in the pavilion are in full bloom, there are many tourists in previous years. This year, they all look out of the garden and dare not knock on the doors for fear of disturbing the book curtains."

"Sometimes I set up a mat to hold the book and read it lying down, and sometimes I moved the case to the pond to copy the ancient book of Dharma."

After Su Ziji finished reading, he stood in front of the window and looked at it thoughtfully. At dusk, the ancient county town was not as simple as Su Ziji thought. From a distance, he could see that the city wall was not too high, only two feet, and the scale was not large. , but there are so many pedestrians, it can be regarded as densely populated, there are many shops in the streets and alleys, hawkers and shopkeepers are constantly hawking, the snow has been trampled hard, the snow in the shops has been swept away, and some shops are even piled up into snow lions, snow elephants, etc. To attract customers, full of anger.

It's a pity that no matter how prosperous this place is, it doesn't belong to him, which makes Su Ziji sad, staring at the book in his hand, smiling wryly, and sighing for a long time: "I'm a stranger in a foreign land alone!"

Su Ziji was originally named Su Ji.

In the 21st century, Chinese people passed the civil service exam, drank too much alcohol, stayed up all night, and died for some reason.

Then he was reincarnated into this world in a muddleheaded way, confused in the womb, growing up and studying in a daze. It is said that the Su family was originally a rich family, but by the time of his father's generation, he had barely passed the exam to become a scholar. His father died a while ago. I could still afford it, but the wild Taoists from the neighborhood came to the door, saying that a filial son is a good burial, and he just tricked me into borrowing 15 taels.

"This is usury!"

The monthly interest is 3 cents, and the interest rate is rolling. When the three-month period expires, it becomes 33 taels. This is really an idiot. Is there a good end to borrowing usury?
Though thinking this way, a sense of unwillingness, even now awakened, still lingers in his mind, Su Ziji comprehends it silently, controls its influence, and continues to sort out his memory from the perspective of waking up.

"The rebirth did not bring a cheat, but this half piece of red sandalwood, which was invested in my heart, brought a cheat. This encounter is really amazing!"

Su Ziji was persecuted by his creditors, accidentally fell down and stained half of the ancestral red sandalwood tin with blood, and he woke up as a result.

One dream for 15 years, really a dream.

After three days of rebirth, I have absorbed my memory, and I have a basic understanding of the world. The former Wei Dynasty Guozuo was 484 years old, far more than 300 years old, but no matter how prosperous it is, it still has an end. At that time, because of several failures in the imperial examination, I was working as a patrol inspector in the county. Ji Zicheng seized the opportunity, raised the three-foot sword, and swept the world.

And in the name of the ancestor who was the king of Zheng State, the Zheng Dynasty was established, and the reign name was Qingwu.

Zheng Taizu reigned for 11 years, the prince succeeded to the throne, and the reign name was Chengshou. He reigned for 17 years and opened Enke. At this time, it was a prosperous and prosperous age.

"In times of peace and prosperity, literature was valued over martial arts. I was the only one who was poor. Fortunately, I still had cheats." Su Ziji's reminiscence was interrupted by a "pop" outside. He looked at the house, where there was a mess of sundries and a bundle of bamboo strips. , and a few kites, which was the source of my father's earning money, and he felt hungry, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, stroked the book in his hand, and only heard a "buzz", and half a piece of red sandalwood tin was lying on the manuscript. float up.

Half a piece of red sandalwood tin is originally a solid body, but when it is put into the mind, it becomes a virtual body. It is a bit like a natal magic weapon for refining. It was not in this form at the beginning. After tempering, it is made according to the most scientific method I think , into this data frame.

"It's a bit like a system, but it has no tasks at all. In fact, it's just the appearance of my mind."

"Everyone's mind is different, and I still like the simple and clear report—or data frame."

Su Ziji lowered his gaze, and saw the half piece of red sandalwood, which was a phantom, almost overlapping with the manuscript, floating in the field of vision with a faint blue light, and a line of blue characters sprang up on the manuscript: "Discover 'Yili', whether Absorb this skill?"

"Yes."

"The etiquette has been learned, and the thirteen scriptures are available, should they be merged?"

"Yes!"

"The thirteen classics are merged into four books and five classics, and you can get the comprehension of the classics!"

"Four Books and Five Classics Level 3, 2583/3000"

Su Ziji has actually been awake for three days. Relying on this inexplicable plug-in, he learned "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", and also acquired a "basic lower case" skill, and integrated what he learned before. , There are 3 levels!
Level 3, can a child try it?

My heart is a little hanging!
However, this skill can only be learned from handwritten manuscripts, and the ownership must be owned by oneself. Fortunately, the family has no money, and the learning materials are all copied out by the father, and according to the rules of father giving birth to sons, so there is such a harvest.

Just thinking about it, the door opened, and a little girl came in. She had a key, was holding a thick coat, and was holding an oiled paper bag in her hand. She ran around the courtyard and shouted: "Su Ziji ,Where are you?"

Seeing Su Ziji, he put his thick coat on the table, put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Huh, daddy said, Tong Ziqiu will try it in a few days, and I want me to give you clothes and meatloaf again, your illness is better." Alright, can I take the test?"

"I've read the scriptures for the past two days, and I'm familiar with them, so there's no problem..." Su Ziji smiled, not paying attention to her voice.

The Ye Su family had a close relationship. After his father died, the Ye family helped him with many things. In order to subsidize himself, he even let him go to Ye's bookstore to look at the store. In fact, he gave himself a free grain. Food is also delivered every day.

The boss, Ye Weihan, is not in good health, and this little girl brings him every time.

Su Ziji thought of this and took a look. This is a little girl, only 14 years old, with a small body, a small face the size of a palm, crescent eyes, two pear dimples on her cheeks, her long hair tied in a bun, and two strands from her hair. With ears hanging down, she was a beautiful fetus, but her expression was ferocious. As she spoke, she pushed the oiled paper package into Su Ziji's hand, turned her face, and looked at a package on the desk with her feet on her feet.

This is Ye Buhui, even with her feet on her feet, her chest is only as high as the desk, God is sorry, her chest is already flat enough, Su Ziji's visual inspection forms a right angle relationship with the desk.

"What are you looking at!" Ye Buhui's tone was a little irritable, and he gave Su Ziji a glare, snatched the cloth bag on the table, unwrapped it and saw the three chess records, and then his expression turned pale: "Thank you, this is your father's relic. I shouldn’t ask you to borrow it, I owe you a favor.”

"Why are you being polite?" Su Ziji knew very well that these chess records were high-end goods, how could the Ye family not have them, the so-called borrowing of books was just a matter of coming and going, so that he could accept the gift with peace of mind, which made him feel dazed for a while.

In a daze, Ye Buhui raised his eyes to look at him, and muttered: "Hurry up, now you don't go to the store, all the apprentices are here."

"Who is Deng Tuzi?"

"Who else, from the Tan family, is newly hired as a tolerance, so he goes to the store every day."

"I'll drive him away!" Su Ziji raised his head and said seriously.

"You can still drive him away? Let's talk about it after you pass the exam!" Ye Buhui rolled his eyes, his face and ears were slightly burning, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly. It seemed that he was a little charming. At this moment, A knock on the door outside interrupted the conversation.

"Who?"

"Nephew, it's me!"

It sounded a bit familiar, Ye Buhui opened the door, and with a "crack", the wooden door opened, a middle-aged Taoist, but there was no official tattoo on the sleeves and the collar of his robe, and he held an oil bag in his hand, which seemed to be a gift.

Ye Daoist glanced at Ye Buhui casually, and shouted: "Nephew Su Xian, I was a family friend with your father. I had something to do a while ago, so I didn't have time to come. Come and see me now."

"Hey, it's a pity that your father was full of talents, but he didn't win the exam and died young. It's really a pity." The wild Taoist said, stepped forward, put the oil bag on the table, shook off the mulberry paper, and inside was a piece of paper. Fatty stewed meat, smiled and said: "Come on, eat a piece of meat to nourish your body, your father used to come to buy it often, alas!"

Su Ziji thanked and smiled warmly: "Although I haven't seen you a few times, but since you are my father's friend, please sit down. Although it is cold here, it is much better than the snow outside."

The wild Taoist smiled and looked around. Seeing that the table was near the south window, there were piles of inkstones, paper and pens, scissors and paste, but the house was empty, so he sighed: "I didn't expect to be so poor. Break, not only harm your father, but also implicate you."

"The situation in the family has taken a sharp turn."

After hearing this, Su Ziji's smile remained unchanged, his eyes froze and his eyebrows frowned, could it be that a liar came?
Just thinking about it, Ye Buhui on the side was skeptical, she squinted her crescent eyes, and interjected, "What do you mean, have you seen the Su family's ancestor's tomb?"

Ye Daoist glanced at her, turned to Su Ziji and said: "I have known your father for many years, so I have seen it. Your ancestral tomb is built along the river, where mountains and rivers gather. It is already a place of blessing and shade. Covered, reddish in the middle, although it is not a place of great wealth and wealth, it is also blessed with long-lasting blessings, and can produce more talents and raise people!"

Speaking of this, Ye Taoist was full of emotion.

"So I was shocked when I heard the news of your father's death. It shouldn't be. I went to check it today and found that the ancestral tomb was broken. Not only did the blessings disappear, but it also turned into evil spirits. You have a moldy body, let alone a scholar. The disaster of blood and light is inevitable!"

Ye Daoist shook his head and said slowly: "Besides, I heard that the tolerance of the county wants you to serve this year's corvee and build river channels."

Hearing Ye Buhui all the time, he felt nonsense and protested, like a little tiger protecting its cubs: "This is impossible, Su Ziji is a scholar, and he is about to rush for the exam, how can he serve corvee! Let alone He is a weak scholar, what should he do if he gets sick from cold water?"

"A man of fame is a scholar."

The wild Taoist seemed to lament the cruelty of the world, but his eyes were fixed on Su Ziji: "You are not even a child now, are you? Do you have the money to pay the corvee? If not, you have to go to the river in April-this is bad feng shui. As a result, evil spirits continue to attack, but the so-called misfortunes never come singly!"

"..." There was no smile on Su Ziji's face, not because he was afraid, but because the tone was very familiar, the way of social people, if you want to change to a teenager, you really believe it, but Su Ziji is not a real boy!
Just about to have an attack, I endured it again, and asked casually: "Then, what should I do?"

"Change the cemetery, sell this cemetery quickly." Seeing the young man's fear, the wild Taoist hurriedly said, "Your cemetery has broken Feng Shui, but no one knows."

"I heard that you borrowed a usury loan from Cao Jincai in order to bury your father. This is a huge interest rate. No matter how difficult it is to get out, sell this cemetery as soon as possible. You can sell it for at least 35 taels of silver!"

"Not only can you pay off your debts, but you can also get three taels of silver for you to go to school.

After hearing this, Su Ziji stood up with a sullen face. The young man was tall and handsome, and his brows were irritable: "Get out, get out, I will never sell the ancestral tomb!"

The corners of Ye Daoist's eyes twitched, but this was not unexpected. When it came to selling cemeteries, eight out of ten responded in this way, and quickly said: "I am sincere. Your ancestor's tomb was broken and you fell down to this point. If you want to be a scholar, Quickly sell the ancestral graves, so as not to be dragged down! Otherwise, there will be a bloody disaster!"

"Besides, your debt is due in ten days. How do you pay it?"

"One must live first before the spirits of the ancestors can be comforted."

"Get out, get out!" Su Ziji took a broom and drove out, furious in his heart, his parents died, his creditors lingered at the door, and colluded with this wild Taoist priest to seize the last family cemetery, which is unbearable!

"The cemetery cannot be sold. This is the cemetery of three generations of my family. Leaving aside the value, it would be unfilial to sell it. With such a reputation, let alone gaining fame, it's fine even if you don't have to go to court."

"The Ye family will turn against me as soon as possible. Who is planning to put me to death?"

Maybe Su Ziji in the past would be tricked into being fooled, and his reputation would be ruined, but now Su Ziji saw something was wrong at a glance, and immediately shouted: "Get out!"

(End of this chapter)