The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

On a moonlit night across the river and sea, the cold air is like smoke and mist, like a veil, surrounding the entire Haiyue Xiaozhu.

In the second-story attic, giant copper stoves are placed on all four walls for heating. Charcoal is burning inside, making the entire attic warm.

Ying Ziyi was wearing a thin long coat, playing with the Feather Pill in his hand, lying half on the thick fur mattress.

The sea breeze blowing from time to time outside the attic swayed the candlelight. Shi Lan took off the servant's clothes and put on women's clothes. After taking a shower, she walked up to the second-floor attic.

The brocade skirt just covered her heels, and her waist was tightly tied, which perfectly outlined Shi Lan's figure. With her long hair tied back, Shi Lan had no extra decorations on her body, and she didn't apply rouge or gouache. However, time is the best cover up. After washing away the irritability of being busy in the smoke all day long, Shi Lan had a refreshing breath on her body.

Shi Lan's heart was not as peaceful as her appearance. The moment she walked up the last step and stepped onto the floor of the second attic, she was already very nervous.

Shi Lan had worries in her heart. What would she do if Ying Ziyi became more animalistic? Resistance, or...submission.

"Master." Shi Lan came to the short table, sat on her knees and said softly.

Ying Ziyi didn't pay attention, his eyes were still obsessed with the Feathering Pill.

Seeing this, Shi Lan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then she became even more nervous. Waiting is torture, especially waiting without knowing what the result will be.

"Do you know what this Feathering Pill is used for?"

Shi Lan was a little surprised by Ying Ziyi's question. She was slightly startled, then assumed a standard posture, her head sank slightly, "I don't know."

"This is the recipe for refining the elixir of death."

"Is there really immortality in this world?" Shi Lan's curiosity drove her to ask something she shouldn't have asked.

Ying Ziyi didn't seem to care about Shi Lan's overstep and smiled: "Are you immortal?"

Ying Ziyi said, stood up, and walked to the corridor outside the attic under Shi Lan's gaze. The sea was not calm, and the sound of rolling waves could be heard faintly. The sea and sky alternated, and the clouds and ink above were as ferocious as slave animals, as if it was going to rain.

"Since ancient times, how can anyone be immortal? But this is a dream, a nightmare that hangs over this empire. If I come to break it, what do you think will happen?"

"Is Master such a selfless person?"

Shi Lan's words were very disrespectful, but Ying Ziyi didn't look angry at all.

"Indeed, I am a villain!"

Ying Ziyi returned to the warm spring-like pavilion, spread his hands and said, "Help me undress."

Shi Lan was stunned, struggled to walk behind Ying Ziyi, and took off the pullover he was wearing. Shi Lan's head was lowered, her face a little twisted, she didn't know what she was thinking. However, Ying Ziyi ignored it, returned to his thick mattress, squinted his eyes and fell asleep half-lying down.

The sound insulation effect in the attic was very good. Shi Lan was half-kneeling on the ground, quietly looking at Ying Ziyi who had fallen asleep. Although he is the prince of the empire, he is only a teenager, and there is still a trace of childishness on his handsome face.

Shi Lan opened her eyes wide, as if appreciating and remembering, but soon the ripples in her heart were replaced by hatred. She thought of the smoke and dust rising above the Shu Mountains, of the annihilation of Yu Yuan's guard, of the murderous intent of the Qin army in black armor, of the young and old squatting on the ground in the Shu Mountains, shivering.

And all of this was brought about by the man in front of me.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Shi Lan's eyes, but then disappeared. Shi Lan understood that if the man in front of her died in her hands, then not only her, but also her brother and the Shushan villagers who were still suffering in Jinguan City, the net would never let them go.

Time passed slowly like this, and while Shi Lan was in a daze, Ying Ziyi had already opened his eyes and pulled her into his arms.

Shi Lan's heart felt empty all of a sudden. She didn't know what to do at that moment and lost her ability to think. But the moment of trance in her mind was short-lived. When she felt the touch, feeling the breath and warmth of the man in her arms, all kinds of emotions suddenly came to Shi Lan's heart.

Shame, anger, grievance, helplessness... and the warmth hidden in all these emotions.

"Tyrant, you are still so lustful when death is imminent."

Anyone? How could there be anyone? Could it be an assassin? Shi Lan was shocked, but did not immediately stand up to defend against the enemy. Lying in Ying Ziyi's arms, she instinctively had a trace of trust in the man in front of her, believing that the assassin in front of her would never be his opponent.

"Who are you? Do you know that the crime of assassinating my king is a crime of conspiracy, and the crime will not be forgiven, and the nine tribes should be punished."

Six men in black were holding daggers in their hands and their bodies were wet. They cut through the curtains around the attic and surrounded the attic from all directions. In the distance, on the cliff.

Xiaoyaozi and a group of Mohist leaders lay on the cliff to observe. Knowing that Prince Qin lived in Haiyue Xiaozhu, Xiaoyaozi originally wanted to take advantage of Yingzi Yi's unpreparedness to launch a surprise attack and recapture the Yuhuadan. I just didn't expect that someone would take action first.

The people who come here are well-trained and have excellent water skills. Dive into Haiyue Xiaozhu from under the sea surface. Their plan went very smoothly, and there were no guards around Prince Qin's attic.

"Who are they?" Big Hammer asked in a low voice.

But who among the people around me at this moment knows the answer?

"Mr. Xiaoyao, should we take advantage of the situation and attack?" Gao Jianli asked. After all, if we attack now, we will definitely mess up the Qin army's position, and the plan to recapture the Feather Pill will be smoother.

No one on the scene believed that the assassins could succeed. Perhaps it was because Prince Qin's impression on everyone in the Mohe Hall of the Government City was too profound.

They didn't believe that these assassins alone could kill Prince Qin.

Sudden changes occur. The assassins who originally surrounded Prince Qin all fell down in an instant, but Prince Qin remained where he was, motionless. They were too far apart and no one could figure out what was going on?

However, such a strange scene made everyone's heart skip a beat. Gao Jianli ordered: "If the situation changes, let Xiaozhi withdraw."

In the attic, Mu Xuzi held a long sword in his hand, knelt on one knee, and prayed for sin.

"The humble minister was unlucky in protecting His Highness the Crown Prince. Please punish him."

Mu Xuzi was patrolling the surrounding area with his soldiers. When he realized something was wrong, he rushed over alone. Who knew it was still a step too late. When he arrived, all these assassins had been eliminated.

"This is not your fault. You should deal with all these corpses!" Ying Ziyi ordered calmly.

"Yes!" Mu Xuzi resigned, walked down the pavilion, and called the soldiers to carry the body. But he felt strange that these corpses still had burning scars on their bodies. How on earth did His Highness do it?

No one could see it more clearly than Shi Lan. In just a split second, several green figures appeared out of thin air behind the assassins, easily dispatching them. Then, it disappeared out of thin air.

Shi Lan stood behind Ying Ziyi and recalled the ancient books of Shu Mountain that she had seen. There was a record of a special kind of puppet named Lingshi. She thought it was the secret technique of the ancient mirage clan.

A spiritual warrior can hide between reality and reality, and protect his master. Unexpectedly, there is such a force beside Prince Qin.

"Shi Lan."

"My slave is here."

"Go and do something for me."

……..

Little Sage Village.

The bamboo forest was clear and peaceful, and Fu Nian was walking alone on the path. Prince Qin wanted to burn books in Xiaoshengxian Village, which was of great importance. Fu Nian was unsure for a moment, so he thought of Xunzi and wanted to ask him for an idea.

In the bamboo house, Xunzi was playing chess. Hearing the child's announcement, Fu Nian came over and waved to let him in.

"Come, come, Fu Nian, play a game of chess with me." Xunzi greeted Fu Nian and sat across from him.

Confucianism respects teachers and Taoism, and Fu Nian did not dare to refuse.

By the middle of the chess game, Fu Nian's black pieces were in a losing position, so he abandoned them and admitted defeat.

"Why, when you play chess, your moves are hesitant and uncertain. Fu Nian, you have practiced the Holy King's Heart Method for many years, and your demeanor is solemn. What happened to make you so confused?" Xunzi stroked his long beard, asked.

"Yesterday, my two junior brothers and I went to visit Prince Qin Xiaoyuehai for a while. During the dinner, Prince Qin asked us Confucians to do something. That is to burn the old scriptures of the Six Kingdoms in the library."

"What!" Xunzi's beard trembled slightly. Even with his concentration, when he heard these words, his beard and hair were brimming with anger. However, Xunzi soon fell silent. He touched his beard, pondered carefully, and soon tasted the taste.

"I already know your purpose. What to do, you just have to follow your heart. Remember, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." Xunzi said calmly, waving his sleeves to signal Fu Nian to retreat. Go down.

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." Fu Nian murmured carefully, then bowed and retreated.

"There are seven princes and hundreds of schools of thought. It seems that there is no place in the world for Confucian scholars like us to study quietly."

At the moment when Xunzi fell, a light blue light wave spread instantly, and the fallen leaves in the entire bamboo forest stopped for a moment. When the light blue light wave dissipated and the bamboo leaves fell, everything returned to calm.

…

"What did Uncle Master say?"

When Fu Nian returned to Little Sage's Villa, Yan Lu and Zhang Liangzheng were waiting in the attic near the sea, waiting for the answer.

The loft is built on a cliff, facing the sea. Fu Nian walked in, came to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the sea view.

"Uncle Master said that everything should be done based on our own heart. He also specifically told me, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Yan Lu was confused, turned to look at Zhang Liang, and asked, "Junior brother, do you know?"

Zhang Liang pondered slightly: "What Prince Qin did was to let Xiaoshengxianzhuang take the lead for him and gain an advantage in the battle for the throne with Prince Fusu. Doing so is actually equivalent to Confucianism asking Prince Qin Submitted the certificate of submission. Once the Prince of Qin ascends to the throne of God in the future, our Confucianism will naturally rise, but if it fails, then the Little Sage Village will definitely fall into the abyss and worry about the demise of the sect."

"Then, if we don't burn books, wouldn't we be free of these worries?" Yan Luqing asked. He is not a gambler, so the first thing he thinks about is not betting.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. The battle for the imperial reserve has affected the entire world, and all schools of thought are no exception. In this competition, not standing on the side of Prince Qin means standing on the side of Prince Qin. When the time comes, Prince Qin will definitely not tolerate the continued existence of Little Saint Xian Manor, and the disaster he talked about that day may really come."

"Is that so?" Yan Lu thought for a while and felt that what Zhang Liang said was reasonable.

"Moreover, if Xiaoshengxianzhuang really burns books according to Prince Qin's words, then the entire Confucianism will inevitably fall into turmoil. Xiaoshengxianzhuang's position as the leader of Confucianism in the world will inevitably disappear because of the act of burning books. Those The great Confucian who wants to restore Zhou Li will definitely draw a clear line with us, even to the death." Zhang Liang looked at Fu Nian, his eyes flashed: "No matter what, Xiaoshengxian Village has reached a dilemma at this moment, and we must Make a choice."

Fu Nian sighed slightly and said, "Zifang, if you were me, how would you choose?"

"If we don't burn the books, then we will be regarded by the Prince of Qin as the prince's supporter of the Su party, and the disaster may be imminent. And if we burn the books, although the Little Saint Xianzhuang is under the protection of the Prince of Qin for a while, what will happen in the future? , is it difficult to tell? The world is so confusing that even the ovary cannot be penetrated."

"Zifang, you were born in Korea, don't you want to return to Korea?" Fu Nian suddenly asked and said.

"When Korea fell, Zifang did think so. He thought about it day and night, lingering in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it. But now, Zifang has become indifferent. Even if Korea is restored, will today's Korea still be the Korea of ​​the past?" Zhang Liang said with a cup of his hands, unwilling to let his sorrow and resentment affect his senior brother's judgment.

"I understand. Please step back first! I will give you an answer at sunrise tomorrow."

"Senior Brother, I will take my leave."

Yan Lu and Zhang Liang exited the attic.

While walking on the aisle, Yan Lu thought of something and asked, "Zifang, that Zi Ming's child seems to have an extraordinary origin. At such a young age, his inner strength is so pure, it's really incredible."

"He is the tycoon of the Mo family, Jing Ke's son, Jing Tianming." Zhang Liang answered honestly.

"this matter……."

Before Yan Lu finished speaking, he heard Zhang Liang reply: "This is what Prince Qin asked me to do."

"What? The empire and the Mo family are at odds with each other. Why does Prince Qin want us to recruit the giants of the Mo family? Does senior brother know about this?"

Zhang Liang shook his head and said: "When I brought Zi Ming back, I already reported it to the head senior brother. The senior brother was also non-committal."

"Prince Qin is really hard to figure out!"

After many years of practicing the Zuo Forgetting Method, Yan Lu's cultivation has already reached the point of being calm, and after returning from Baiyue, his cultivation has become even more diligent. It's just that the events that happened recently were so important that his mood changed again and he couldn't calm down.