Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The night was bleak. The cold moon rose high.

Gongshu Fu walked on the bluestone road near curfew. He had been in Xianyang for many years, but he had never felt that Xianyang City had become so friendly. Friendly.

At least more real than the old capital of Lu State that had disappeared in history. It was a pity that he only realized this when he was about to leave.

In theory, people expelled by the Qin royal family should pack up and leave Xianyang immediately after leaving the palace. But Gongshu Fu did not.

This was probably the last bit of tolerance from Prince Fusu to his friend.

Xianyang, just like the capitals of the six countries that were destroyed in the past ten years, was just as prosperous and beautiful.

The atmosphere of a country can be seen from its capital.

When the six countries were not destroyed, the king and ministers of Xinzheng, Han State were sad and lifeless, Yingcheng, Chu State was revelry every night, and Linzi, Qi State was prosperous and bustling. Finally, under the threat of the powerful Qin, they all became abandoned old capitals.

However, whether it was many years ago or now, the lights in the front hall of the Qin Palace have never been extinguished until late at night. The difference is that the once desolate harem of the Qin Palace has also begun to become lively.

Qin Wang Zheng, now he is the first emperor, Ying Zheng.

After the fall of the Chu State, he was accidentally captured by the Northern Hu while wandering. At that time, Fusu and Meng Tian guarded the northern border and repelled the Northern Hu. In a battle, he was rescued by Fusu and came to the royal city of the strongest empire in the world. He wanted to stand out, and he did it.

Prince Fusu regarded him as a friend, and he would not lose to Kong Yu in court debates. However, everything changed after reuniting with that person.

The extinct Lu State took root in people's hearts again and gradually grew into a towering tree.

Gongsun Fu hoped to see Lu State again and see his homeland stand again.

Qin is Qin after all. He really couldn't regard this powerful Qin State as his home and his roots.

It's not that I don't know the power of Qin. But many times, it's not its power that can make people pull out the faith of growing up in the old country.

For example, Prime Minister Li Si was from Chu, and Zheng Internal History was from Han. They were not from Qin, but they could serve as Prime Minister and Internal History in Qin. Their hearts were broad enough to display their talents in troubled times without being bound by nationality.

But there are very few people in the world who can be like these people.

At least Gongshu Fu can't.

He stood still with his bag on his back and looked back.

The lights in Xianyang flickered at night. The pavilions and towers of the Qin Palace spread out the green mountains that had always been backed by them, and the lights emitted a slightly warm yellow light in the cool breeze.

Finally, take another look at the prosperous city of Xianyang. From now on, he is one of the refugees migrating north and south outside the city of Xianyang.

The lives of the learned people in Qin and the refugees in Qin are not the same.

Just as the ministers in the Qin court praised Ying Zheng for his wisdom and bravery, while the royal families of the six kingdoms and the hard laborers on the Great Wall cursed the First Emperor for his harsh rule and tyranny.

Who can judge whether it is a merit or a fault?

The guards who enforced the curfew on the street seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Everything became strangely quiet, and a cold wind blew from behind and from Gongshu Fu's heart.

On the towering eaves on the street, a gray-black bird with a strange appearance stood quietly.

The slender silver light was cut through the moonlight.

Gongshu Fu suddenly stopped moving, his eyes widened, and the bag on his back fell to the ground silently.

A pair of gray cloth shoes was reflected in the eyes that had no spirit.

The expression of the dead became extremely numb, numb and stiff. Even the melancholy of leaving Xianyang was retained in this stiff expression.

The storm has stopped, and the storm has started again.

Suddenly, news came from outside the palace that someone had died in Shangshangfang.

Qin has always been famous for its strict laws, and murder is a serious crime. Murder is not only tattooed, but may also be sentenced to exile or death. Therefore, Qin people are often self-disciplined and cautious, and are absolutely unwilling to test the law.

Today in Xianyang, someone was killed. Is this a provocation to Qin law, or is there a bigger mechanism?

The person who died was Gongshu Fu.

Fusu heard about it and went to the scene to check it out.

This is just a secluded alley in Shangshangfang, and no one has ever paid attention to it. Although it is located in the busy Shangshangfang, I asked the surrounding business companies and they all said that few people come here usually.

It is backed by the largest Tianshi Business Company in Shangshangfang today, and is surrounded by other inns and restaurants. Because of this, all the guests who come and go are on the clean and tidy main street in front of the business company and restaurant. This small place in the gap has never been cared about, and it is only regarded as a corner of miscellaneous items by default. Although the Qin law states that if you leave debris on the road, even if it is just waste paper, you will be punished by caning. But this place is barely a private place, so the Qin law naturally cannot control it. The usual debris of the trading company and the restaurant is occasionally piled up here, and every five days, a handyman is hired to come and clean it up.

Today is the fifth day.

Who would have thought that there was a dead person lying on the pile of rubbish? The trading company clerk hurried to report the matter to the Sikou Lord. After checking the identity, he found that this person was the eldest son's guest Gongshu Fu.

This matter was notified to Fusu's ears.

As soon as Meng Yi stepped into this place, he felt that what they said about the dark alley was not entirely true. Although it was remote and narrow, it was shimmering at this moment. A closer look revealed that it was the pile of jade lenses at the entrance of the alley that brought in the fragmented light.

He turned over Gongshu Fu's body and looked at his face. It was ruddy and ordinary, with a little emotion, but his expression was calm. It didn't look like he was assassinated or poisoned, and he didn't show any fear before his death. If we don't investigate, we can completely infer that this person committed suicide.

However, after an argument with the young master Fusu a few days ago, the young master Fusu died in Shang Shangfang on the border of Da Qin. The sinister meaning in it cannot but make people think deeply.

He put the white cloth back on Gong Shufu's face. There is also something strange. This pile of debris is placed in a mess, and they are all discarded objects. But right at the entrance of the alley, there are a bunch of bronze mirrors and jade fragments thrown away, which look novel in style. I asked the clerk at the trading company and he said that a drunk customer in the building accidentally broke it, so he cleaned it up and threw it here.

Fusu's words interrupted his thoughts, "If you are blinded, what can you tell?"

Meng Yi was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Fusu asked, "But was someone assassinated?"

Meng Yi suddenly remembered and uncovered the white cloth again, stared at his face for a while, and then gave a slight concession, "Master, how do you see him different from the corpses he saw in the past?"

Fusu did not hesitate and said solemnly, "The face is rosy, just like a living person."

"But Wu Zuo said that judging from the stiffness and blood flow of the corpse, this corpse has been dead for at least a day and a night."

A full twelve hours.

How could a dead person who had been dead for twelve hours have the same skin color as a living person, rosy and fair, and simply healthier than a living person?

Gongshufu is no longer a young man. His skin was so fair and lifelike that it was incredible.

Wu Zuo was so frightened that he couldn't stand still. "Could it be that ghosts and gods are causing trouble?"

Fusu frowned slightly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I don't want to talk about the strange power and chaos. How can there be so many things about gods and ghosts in the world."

When facing this strange corpse, a gust of cool wind passed by, sending chills down people's backs.

Meng Yi knelt down, looked at it for a while, stretched out his fingertips and pressed on the corpse's ears, pointing to a black mole in the left ear of his corpse, "What is this?"

Wu Zuo was stunned for a moment, then bent closer and said, "It looks like a birthmark or something."

Meng Yi took a slender silver needle from the side and flicked it. The silver needle followed the black birthmark and inserted it without any hindrance.

It's not the penetration, it's the place where it was originally opened!

Meng Yi's eyes sharpened, and he gave some more silver needles in his hand. The silver needles were almost completely submerged without touching the skin.

He took out the needle. There was a little silver liquid on the needle. When it came into contact with the air, it quickly disappeared and the silver needle turned completely black.

Fusu watched the whole process thoughtfully.

"poisonous?"

Meng Yi nodded.

It seems that the killer used this poison to kill Gong Shufu. "If you want to kill Gongshufu, you will definitely not hold back. The drug used must be wet with traces of methane. If so, just use a poisonous needle and penetrate it into the body to kill you. Why did the other party pour this medicine into Gongshufu's ear? middle?"

"Carry him back first."

The attendants responded and carried Gong Shufu's body out of the alley.

The moment a few attendants carried the body and stepped out of the shadows, the light in the alley suddenly disappeared by half and turned dark. One of the attendants pointed at the wall in the shadows with a horrified look on his face.

Everyone was slightly startled and looked along his fingertips, only to see a few large transparent characters slowly appearing on the matte wall, "Zulong will die next year."

Zulong will die next year!

Nowadays, except for the First Emperor Ying Zheng, who else dares to be called a dragon in the world?

People are panicked.

Meng Yi's face was extremely ugly. Obviously, this is the same as the prophecy of Hu who destroyed Qin many years ago. They are all rumors created by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms who were unwilling to accept the destruction of the temple.

They were unable to overthrow Qin's foundation, so they often used these evil methods to disturb the people's hearts.

I wonder who it is this time?

Zhang Liang of South Korea, Xiang Liang of Chu State, Tian brothers of Qi State, or should we say that everyone has a share?

Meng Yi immediately had the body carried back to the alley, separated from the sunshine, and the handwriting gradually disappeared.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Even Fusu was a little confused at the moment.

If it weren't for ghosts and gods, how could they do such a thing under the clear sky and in full view of the sun?

Zulong will die next year.

Is it serious...

Fusu secretly made up his mind not to let any news of what happened today leak out. The sun was clearly rising, but at this moment, everyone present felt terrified.

They had no choice but to put the body aside for the time being, blockade the vicinity of Tian's Trading Company with heavy troops, and return to the palace to discuss countermeasures.

Everyone walked all the way to the Changyang intersection connecting Shangshangfang and Changlefang, already feeling heavy.

An unmanned carriage galloped past. After the chaotic screams, pedestrians on the road fled away.

Meng Yi quickly cheered up and ran all the way. He grabbed the shaft of the cart and climbed onto the cart to stop the horses.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was standing by a small windmill stall on the roadside. When she heard the sound of chaos and turned around, she saw the horse-drawn carriage approaching. She took two steps back in shock and forgot to react for a moment.

Meng Yi grabbed the reins of the horse, raised his head and saw this scene, and shouted loudly, "Get away! Get away quickly!"

When people are extremely nervous, they will indeed lose their ability to move. What's more, the one in front looks like a child.