On May 19 of the twelfth year of Chongzhen, mangzhong.

Liujiagang, Taicang, Suzhou, in an eight-deep mansion.

Shen Tingyang, the director of the Household Transportation Department, who had just returned from the capital on business at the beginning of the month, locked himself in the study with a solemn expression.

After making sure that there was no one outside the window, he opened the desk compartment and took out a secret letter that was still fresh but had been turned over and crumpled, and put it on the candle and burned it.

It wasn't until the flame licked his hand that he shook his finger in pain.

The letter was written by Yang Ge, the secretary of the Ministry of War, and there was only one thing in it: let him set an example as soon as possible and send his only adult son to Nanjing Guozijian.

Originally, this was also a good thing, not to mention that for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, Shen Tingyang was duty-bound.

But his arrogant son suffered from heat stroke a while ago because of an awkward quarrel with his family and fooling himself.

Shen Tingyang was afraid that there would be a mistake on the road, so he wanted to wait for his son to get better.

Who knew that this delay would give birth to a change.

Now he also regrets not being at the beginning, so he can only bite the bullet and see the trick.

……

At the same time, the eldest young master of the Shen family was in the room.

Zhu Shuren lay quietly on a red sandalwood stepping bed covered with an azure soft smoke net, lest he leak a flaw.

Actually, he woke up a quarter of an hour ago, typical of crossing.

But at first, my brain was a little messy, so I lay down for a while to relax.

Yesterday, he was still a middle-aged man in the workplace, mingling in an international relations think tank. Over the years, he has been diligent and has written a lot of practical internal references.

But the director is a flattering minister, and he thinks that his articles always remind of risks, and the chief may be in a bad mood after reading them, so he is often stuck and refuses to send them.

In peacetime, there are many liberal arts bricks who report good news but not bad news, and they can't see who is swimming at high tide anyway. But when it comes to eventful times, it is inevitable that something will be wrong.

So Zhu Shuren finally chose to resign and lift the lid.

However, his heart is also quite empty.

I have studied history, military, diplomatic strategy, and intelligence analysis for more than ten years. In society, no private enterprise boss will pay for these dragon-slaying skills.

So when he had a casual meal with his brothers last night, he inevitably sighed and drank a few more glasses.

I didn't expect to wake up in the Ming Dynasty, and I also gave up a disciple.

Now calm down, think about it, and a little excited - it seems that it is now the Chongzhen period, and in such troubled times, isn't what you have learned useful.

In the previous life, those yin damage and poisonous tricks that rotted at the bottom of the box happened to be turned out to dry and greet the tartars, and they were not wasted at all.

Recalling the past, Zhu Shuren began to think about how to adapt to his new identity.

This body seems to be called Shen Lin, eighteen years old, and he hasn't taken a word yet.

Zhu Shuren naturally flashed a thought: "Lin" and "tree" are barely related, and he can try to take the word "Shuren", and then he can use the name of his previous life again.

As for the surname, there is no way for the time being, so I have to call it "Shen Shuren" for the time being.

Fortunately, Zhu is the surname of the Ming Dynasty, and Zheng Chenggong was given the surname by Zhu Yujian because of his merits in history, and he will definitely have a way in the future.

……

Shen Shuren has just accepted the name setting, and is thinking about how to change his surname back to Zhu in the future.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and several people poured into the house. The maids couldn't avoid it and saluted again and again.

Seeing this, Shen Shuren tilted his head slightly inward, and decided to continue pretending to be dizzy first and wait and see what happened.

A cool breeze blew, the soft smoke mosquito net was lifted, and a withered hand pinned his wrist, obviously the doctor was taking the pulse.

"Shen Gong, don't worry, Ling Lang's pulse has been adjusted a lot more than yesterday, and if you apply some Huoxiang borneol oil, most of them will get better."

After taking the pulse, the doctor took out the ointment and applied it neatly as he explained.

Before Shen Shuren could figure out the situation, he felt that his forehead and temples were alternating between cold and hot, and there was a pungent smell between gold balm and Huoxiang Zhengqi water.

He couldn't help but move a little, and was immediately spotted by the doctor.

Shen Shuren's mind was turning, so he slowly opened his eyes, pretending to have just been awakened by the power of the medicine.

"The young master is awake!" The maids couldn't help but cheer.

As his vision gradually cleared, Shen Shuren noticed that there were three men and some maids in the room.

Except for the doctor, the remaining two men, one in his forties, had neat hair and a solemn countenance.

The other has a rugged face, with a short beard like steel needles, and it is difficult to judge age for a while.

Shen Shuren secretly thought in his heart: The beautiful middle-aged man should be the father of this flesh, Shen Tingyang.

The memory left by Shen Lin is slightly missing, but the main thing is that he has forgotten the recent events, and it is not a big problem, he still remembers who are in the family.

This is also very consistent with the general symptoms of amnesia, which tends to be easy to forget the more recent things are, while deep memories are much stronger.

In his previous life, as a staff officer of a think tank, he was naturally familiar with the 24 histories, and knew that Shen Tingyang in the "History of the Ming Dynasty" was a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty, and finally died in the second year of Yongli.

Thinking of this, Shen Shuren's sense of alienation from the "cheap father" in his heart also weakened a little.

After all, in the future, between daily life, it is inevitable to salute this cheap father. As a modern person, he will naturally reject feudal etiquette.

But since Shen Tingyang is a righteous man who resists the Qing Dynasty, it is better to turn a blind eye and respect his national integrity.

In addition, after thinking clearly about the ins and outs of these ins and outs, Shen Shuren's inner determination to resist the Qing Dynasty was further strengthened - in history, when Shen Tingyang's army was defeated and martyred, more than 700 people in his clan, including his family, did not surrender, and were all killed by the Tartars.

So don't look at Shen Shuren, who took away a rich young master, it seems to be very profitable. But he also has a great responsibility, and he must fight with his life to resist the Qing Dynasty, and there is no other choice, otherwise it will be the fate of the entire 700 people of the clan being killed.

……

On the other side, Shen Tingyang was overjoyed when he found out that his son had finally woken up, and all other troubles were temporarily left behind, and he thanked the doctor repeatedly:

"Sir is really the holy hand of the apricot forest, presumably the dog will be completely cured soon. Thanks to Brother Zheng Xian's eagerness for justice and righteousness, and for seeking doctors and giving medicines, he will ...... in the future."

Shen Tingyang turned to the bearded man in the second half of his sentence, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party:

"Why should Brother Shen be anxious, the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread. Even if the nephew wakes up, can't he recuperate for a few months? Mr. Wang, do you think that's the reason? ”

The doctor hesitated for a few seconds and echoed: "Shen Gongzi is tall and fat, and the evil fire is stagnant. After taking the drug, although it is a little divergent on the surface, the heat is coming, so you should be careful. ”

This is in line with medical reasoning, and it is impossible to question it.

The bearded man listened, touched his beard and laughed, and bowed his hand to Shen Tingyang:

"Brother Shen, you see that Mr. Wang said the same, you still have to think about it. I left the gift, and it was regarded as medicine for my nephew. It was getting late, so I said goodbye and didn't delay my nephew's recuperation. ”

Shen Tingyang's expression was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to object: "There is really Brother Lao Xian, how can a dog afford such courtesy." He has just woken up today, and it is inevitable that the number of rituals will not be complete, and he will definitely come to the door to worship in the coming day. ”

Saying that, Shen Tingyang had no choice but to send the guests and doctors out first.

As soon as Shen Tingyang left, the maid in the room hurriedly came over, rubbed Shen Shuren's chest and wiped his sweat, and asked for warmth in distress: "Young master, you can wake up, you can scare us to death in the past few days." ”

Shen Shuren had no intention of being beautiful, he just wanted to know more about the situation, so he took the opportunity to ask: "My head is still a little dizzy, I can't remember the situation before I fell into a coma, how did I get sick?" Who was the guest? ”

The maid at the head was named Qingzhi, and she couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, and then sighed:

"It's not that you want 10,000 taels of silver to buy that sister who sings music in Lixiangyuan as a concubine. If the master refuses, you will make an awkward fuss, and somehow you will suffer from heat stroke.

We don't know what's going on outside. After you fell ill, it happened that the Nanjing Guozijian sent a letter, saying that the imperial court had a special consideration for the gentry and the children of officials, and invited you to Nanjing, and the guest might have something to do with it. ”

10,000 taels to buy a song?! When he heard this, he couldn't help but secretly wonder, whether the tongue was made of gold or the lips were made of gold.

But this is all the absurdity committed by Shen Lin, it's none of his business with Shen Shu, he probably just knows, and he doesn't want to talk about it more.

Qingzhi obediently stopped this topic, and asked the young master if he was hungry, and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of shrimp Yangchun noodles.

Shen Shuren drank a few sips of clear soup and felt more comfortable.

On the other side, Shen Tingyang also finished sending off the guests and went back to the house to check on his son. Seeing that his son was able to eat, he was also relieved and waved his hand to drive the maids away.

Shen Shuren put down the bowl and pondered what to say: "I was really extravagant before I was a child...... Fortunately, I have figured it out now. ”

Shen Tingyang smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Don't practice yourself again in the future!" What is silver, the key is that you haven't married a wife yet, so you can't be too ostentatious and take concubines.

Well, these are the little things. Alas, I originally received an invitation from Guozijian to send you to Nanjing. Now I have to slowly recuperate first, which is really a big delay! ”

This is the second time Shen Shuren has heard of Guozijian.

He secretly thought in his heart: since it is now the Chongzhen year, time is running out, and if he wants to save the Han civilization, he must climb up as soon as possible.

It is a waste of time to go to Guozijian to study, but if it is used as a springboard for buying official layouts, occupying the pit and not studying, it can be considered.

Shen Shuren tentatively showed his heart: "The child's illness is getting better quickly, and it can't be delayed." ”

Shen Tingyang didn't treat his son as an outsider, and sighed defenselessly: "It's late!" ”

Shen Shuren couldn't help but be secretly alert.

Just now, he felt that Shen Tingyang's behavior was strange, for example, he and the visitor seemed to be brothers, but carefully thinking about the subtext of the two, it was not difficult to hear the hidden confrontation.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "Father, I don't know who the distinguished guest was just now?" ”

There was nothing to hide about this question, so Shen Tingyang said bluntly: "That's Zheng Hongkui and Zheng Dusi from Fujian." Do you know Zheng Zhilong, the chief soldier of Fujian coastal defense? Zheng Dusi is his fourth brother. ”

Shen Shuren muttered: "My father just said 'it's late', could it be that Zheng Dusi obstructed and didn't want my father to send me to Nanjing?" Or is it Zheng Zhilong obstructing behind his back? ”

"You hear that?" Shen Tingyang was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it.

Shen Shuren saw that he had guessed it, and hurriedly asked: "What does our Shen family's affairs have to do with him Zheng Zhilong?" Why should my father be afraid of him? ”

Shen Tingyang subconsciously defended himself: "How could I be afraid of him!" I'm worried that I will accidentally miss a big event! Forget it, I don't understand you about national affairs, so you can take care of your illness first. ”

Shen Shuren knew that trust was not established all at once, so he took a step back for the time being: "In this case, I want to see the letter of the Guozijian for myself, this is always okay, right?" It's about my future studies. ”

Shen Tingyang thought about it, this is okay.

When he sent his son to Nanjing, he received two letters, one dark and one bright.

The dark one was sent by Yang Ge Lao, and it had already been burned by him.

Ming's letter was sent by the Nanjing Guozijian Siye, which was purely official and did not have any shady conspiracy.

So he casually agreed: "Since you want to be motivated, I will ask Shen Fu to send you to your study in a while, you can rest first." ”

Then he turned and left.

"Father, the child still has something to ask for." Shen Shuren hurriedly shouted to stop him and took the opportunity to make one last request.

Shen Tingyang turned around: "What's the matter?" ”

Shen Shuren: "Although I haven't reached the crown yet, since I want to enter the national prison, I should still have a table." After thinking about it just now, I thought that 'tree man' was good, and asked my father to give me this word. ”

Shen Tingyang thought for a while and nodded: "Since you are famous in Lin, it is appropriate to take this word." Guan Zi said, "Ten years of trees, lifelong people", I hope you are good and worthy of this word. ”