In the first year of Zhenguan, before the blood of Xuanwu Sect dried up, a doctor who died suddenly in the library opened his eyes in a farmer's shabby adobe house.
Good news: He has the entire literary history of the early Tang Dynasty in his head. In his previous life, he had written papers on all topics including poetry policy, rules and regulations, and loopholes in the imperial examination.
Bad news: The biological father of this body is Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng's death is inseparable from the person sitting on the dragon throne.
The family only had three days of food rations left. His adoptive father paid for his education for four years, his adoptive mother did not touch the bag of copper coins for sixteen years, and his sister was so hungry that she pushed the last bowl of thick porridge in front of him.
The patriarch said: You are a concubine of the last family, and you can't find a guarantor for the imperial examination.
He stood at the edge of the grain drying field, keeping everyone's expressions in mind.
From the county examination to the provincial examination, from Huaishuli to Chang'an City, he climbed up step by step. Use poems to crush poetry gatherings, use policies and theories to defeat provincial examinations, and use systems to dismantle thousand-year-old clans.
He just wants to pay off the debt for his adoptive father, find out the origin of the half piece of jade for his adoptive mother, and bring a Chang'an candy man for his sister.
But when he finally reached the top of the court, he found that everyone's fate - the death of his adoptive father, the silence of Patriarch Chen, and the murder of Luo Cheng - were all written into the same chess game by the same hand on that snowy night in the ninth year of Wude.
The owner of that hand was sitting on the dragon chair, waiting for him to ask:
"Your Majesty, how did my father Luo Cheng die?"
