Countdown to Jingkang

There is no system, there is no golden finger, there is only one time traveler who uses his life to win the game. In the first year of Xuanhe, the lanterns in Bianjing were like daylight. No one knew that seven years later, this place would be turned into a stable for the Jin soldiers. When Gu Mingyuan woke up, he was lying on a bucket in the back alley of Fengle Building, holding a 12-week B-ultrasound sheet in his hand, and his body exuded the stench of Ye Xianglang. There was no system beep, no novice gift package, no "ding" telling him that he was invincible. He only has one life, a crumpled prenatal check-up form, and a lowly status that doesn't even have a name. He had to survive first. He didn't understand poetry, he couldn't chant the wind and the moon, but he knew that quicklime would generate heat when it comes into contact with water, he knew that water and oil could make an amber soup base, and he knew that a kidnapped princess was hidden in an acrostic poem in "Jiyang Alley". He also knew that the shame of Jingkang was not just four words in a history book, but a knife that would actually cut on his neck seven years later. This is not a story about the chosen one. This is an ordinary person who, in the countdown to "Jingkang's shame", risked his life to win the possibility of "maybe able to survive". He may succeed, he may fail, or he may sink into the cesspit of history together with the city called Bianjing. But at least, he tried.