Back In Time For Imperial Examination Chapter 2

Ryan Cui did not sleep well. In his dream, he returned to the evening of the previous day and heard his roommates giving him some advice on how to travel through time.

He wanted to say that he did not want to travel through time, but just as he opened his mouth, his three roommates and the dormitory where he had lived for four years suddenly disappeared. It was dark all around, but he was holding two things in his hands - an ancient chemistry book and a black hard drive.

He looked down at the chemistry book, and the book floated into the air by itself. The hard drive also fell to the other side, and when he looked over, a window opened, with dozens of gigabytes of video software neatly arranged inside, with names ranging from mature women to lolita, and a bunch of online novels in txt format hidden in several folders.

Is this a dream, or a benefit that comes with time travel?

Ryan Cui didn't want to see what movie his roommate had downloaded, so he reached for the chemistry book and flipped through a few pages. There were text and pictures in it. The metallurgy, porcelain firing and other technologies in the first few chapters were accompanied by very detailed chemical formulas. He looked at them carefully and could hardly understand any of the formulas.

So real! So realistic!

He woke up with a startle, and when he opened his eyes he saw a colorful mattress. He was still lying on the bed with his hands on both sides of the pillow, his palms empty.

It turned out to be a dream.

He really was transported into the body of an ancient person, and brought nothing modern. At this time, he actually missed the chemistry book a little bit. Even if he couldn't understand the contents, it was still modern stuff, and it was familiar to him.

As soon as he thought of the chemistry book, the ancient chemistry book suddenly appeared in the center of his vision, and he almost got up in fright. There were five or six servants and maids working by the kang, but fortunately they were all concentrating on packing up and no one noticed him, so they didn't notice his abnormality.

Ryan Cui himself felt a little guilty and turned to look at the servants who were packing up things nearby.

Just as his concentration was distracted for a moment, the book disappeared from his sight, so he buried his head in the mattress again and concentrated on thinking about the cover of the chemistry book. The projection of the book quickly appeared in front of his eyes again.

He tried several times and finally confirmed that the two things his roommate gave him had come through with him. As long as he focused on them, he could summon them to his presence and use his mind to turn the pages of a book or open a file on the hard drive.

This is probably because when he was electrocuted, these two things also transmitted electricity? Ryan Cui's mind emerged with the last memory before the time travel - a blue arc of electricity emerged from the notebook, passed through the chemistry book and the hard drive and fell into his hand. After that, he was probably electrocuted to death, his soul left his body, and traveled to this quaint world, and the two of them also attached to his brain.

But why didn't the notebook with the arc come through? He also downloaded some ancient literature materials on his computer. If it came through, it would be much more useful than these two!

Others who traveled through time either brought a space or a talking system, and some even brought an exchange mall where they could trade for cheap supplies from other planes. But he didn't bring any advanced artificial intelligence, not even a Windows 10 laptop. He only brought an ancient chemistry book that he couldn't understand and a hard drive full of yellow waste...

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

His parents passed away, and he lived with others for these years. Didn't he study and work part-time to earn the tuition for four years of college and get a job at the school? Now he has at least a chemistry book in his hand. Even if he can't make steel, he can make red lead and become a fake Taoist priest. In the future, he will find a way to leave this family and earn a living anywhere.

Thinking of this, he calmed down, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind and summoned the ancient chemistry book to read.

After a closer look, he found that although there were many formulas in the book, there were also simple formulas and process flows. No matter what the chemical principles behind them were, it was easy and interesting to read. He gradually became more and more absorbed in reading it. When he encountered practical content, he carefully wrote it down. When he didn't understand something, he occasionally frowned and thought about it. Because his mind was focused on the book, the pain in his body also blurred, and he felt better than when he just woke up.

But to outsiders, he looked like he was seriously injured and unconscious. His occasional frown was because he was in great pain, and his dreams were not peaceful.

The servant who brought him medicine couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw this. He touched his forehead and whispered, "Brother, it's time to take medicine."

Ryan Cui had already heard the footsteps, so he opened his eyes and reached out to take the medicine bowl. The servant did not give it to him, but scooped the medicine soup with a porcelain spoon, blew it cool before bringing it to his mouth, and said as he fed him: "Brother, you have caused a big trouble this time. Second brother hit you on the back of the head and got a jujube-sized swelling, and now he is still lying in bed. Although mother said it was not your fault, father has issued a death order this time, and he will send you back to your hometown today, and only my father and I are allowed to accompany you back, and no one else is allowed to take you, saying that he wants to temper your temper."

What do you mean by your father and my father? Why does this family have so many fathers? Ryan Cui frowned, drank the medicine handed to his lips, and slowly asked him: "How is my second brother injured? I don't know why I pushed him at that time. I should have gone to see him and apologized in person, but now I can't move, so I can only ask you. Did the servants take care of him in time after he fell? What did the doctor say?"

The servant could not guess that he had changed his mind, so he answered honestly: "Second brother has been sleeping. The doctor said he hit the back of his head and prescribed some medicine. When he fell, he was talking to eldest brother in the garden. It seemed that he was talking about studying and going to school. I couldn't understand. Second brother was with several sisters, so I walked away. Later, I don't know how, I saw second brother slowly falling backwards, and you stretched out your hand, I don't know if you pushed him or tried to grab him. When I squeezed in, the sisters shouted murder, saying that you deliberately pushed second brother down."

The child said he didn't see anything, but he explained the whole cause and effect clearly.

My father mentioned the Imperial Academy, the Imperial Academy, and the selection of officials yesterday. His father must be at least a seventh-rank official to be qualified to have his son enter the academy. My father and his brother should both be scholars and want to study in the Imperial Academy, but their father may have wanted to send my son to study in the Imperial Academy. My stepmother and brother wanted to grab this opportunity, so they deliberately fell down and framed my son. My father didn't know right from wrong and ordered people to beat his eldest son in anger.

He was beaten to death, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get through.

There is a father who beats his son to death without any investigation. In fact, the stepmother could have gotten the position in the imperial ward by just whispering in his ear, but she lost a life for it...

He was going to Qian'an, but his original body had actually "returned to his hometown."

Ryan Cui sighed inwardly, took the bowl of medicine, blew on it, and drank the hot liquid in one gulp. He said to the servant, "My face feels a little hot. Go get me a mirror."

The servant ran out in response, and after a moment he returned with a shiny bronze mirror, handing it to him: "Brother's mirror has been packed into the luggage. I borrowed this mirror from Sister Meizhi."

He didn't care who the mirror belonged to. He nodded casually and took it to look at the mirror.

The face in the mirror was a little blurry, but he could still tell that it was very similar to him, with an oblong face, a pair of phoenix eyes, a slightly thick lower lip, and a slightly upturned nose, which made him look a little too delicate. In his previous life, he lived to graduate from college, his bone contours had grown, and his face was more three-dimensional. This body looked like a junior high school student, with a little baby fat on his cheeks and a round chin, still childish.

What attracted him most was not the similar face, but the black scarf on the head. The net scarf was originally a Taoist costume. In the early Ming Dynasty, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang stipulated that it was a headdress that both the emperor and the people had to wear. It was no longer used in the Qing Dynasty. Just by looking at the net scarf, he could be sure that he was wearing the Ming Dynasty. As for which dynasty it was, he had to find out.

He thought for a moment, then asked the boy beside the bed: "When were you born, and how old are you this year?"

The servant did not doubt him and answered quickly: "I was born in the fifth year of Chenghua, and I am fourteen this year, only two months later than my elder brother."

This child and he were both born in the fifth year of Chenghua. In ancient times, people’s age was counted from their birth, so now it should be the eighteenth year of Chenghua?

The era when Emperor Xianzong Zhu Jianshen of the Ming Dynasty was in power?

Chenghua, Hongzhi, Zhengde, Jiajing... These dynasties were relatively stable, avoiding the Tumu Incident during the Zhengtong and Jingtai dynasties, and there were still several decades before the Later Jin Rebellion in the late Ming Dynasty. Except for the rebellion of Prince Ning in the middle, these dynasties can basically be considered a time of peace and prosperity.

Although he was confident that he could survive in any environment as a time traveler, Ryan Cui was relieved to find out that he had traveled to such a stable era. He handed the mirror to the servant and asked casually, "How do we get to Qian'an? Are the houses there habitable?"

He was no longer worried, but the servant was worried: "The family only gave us one car, and my father has already gone to harness it, so there are only three of us going. We need to take away my eldest brother's books and medicine, and a few boxes and boxes. I heard that the old house over there has been empty for a year, and I don't know what it looks like now."

As he was talking, he saw Ryan Cui lowering his eyes, as if thinking about something. He was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable listening to what he said, so he quickly cheered up and comforted him: "In fact, Qian'an is not far from the capital. It only takes one or two days to get there by car. The old house is much bigger than the house in the capital, and it is also in the county town, not in such a remote place. Even if you go there, you won't be delayed in studying. Don't the candidates in the capital all think that the city is noisy and stay in the temple to study? It's better for us to go back to our hometown to study quietly for two years than to stay in the Imperial College."

In fact, Ryan Cui was not worried about moving to Anyuan. How far could it be farther than the present time more than 500 years later? Besides, he was a time traveler, so it would be safer to stay away from his original relatives.

He was just chilled by the coldness of this family, and sighed for the innocent death of the original body. A 15 or 16-year-old child, who had just suffered such a serious injury, was sent to an old house that had not been lived in for many years without even being given time to recuperate. This was simply a deliberate attempt to kill him. Even if the original body was still alive, he would have been tortured to death by this long journey.

Although others knew that the real Ryan Cui was dead, he knew it in his heart and would remember it firmly - the three members of the Cui family were murderers, whether they ordered the beating to death or framed and instigated him behind the scenes... One day, he would seek justice for little Ryan Cui.