The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

"Shi... Shi Lan... girl."

When Xiaopangdun opened the door of an inn, the sun had not yet risen and the room was dark. However, Shi Lan, dressed in smart clothes and standing tall, was so dazzling in Xiao Pang Dun's eyes, which made him inexplicably nervous and greeted her incoherently.

I want you to fall in love with someone. If you fail to complete it, you will be enslaved by this king for the rest of your life and will be a slave without any complaints.

Ying Ziyi's words that day echoed in Shi Lan's mind. What was so special about the man in front of him that Prince Qin could take a second look?

Shi Lan thought so in her heart. Was the agreement made that day a well-thought-out plan by Prince Qin, or was it a malicious joke? Shi Lan still can't figure it out until now.

But no matter what, only by getting close to this person can we know what Prince Qin wants to do?

Thinking of this, Shi Lan hugged Little Fatty and smiled.

She smiled at me? She actually smiled at me! Little Fatty had a smile on his face at this moment, and there was unspeakable joy lingering in his heart, as if he was floating in the clouds.

"Shaoyu! You're here." The appearance of Fatty Ding interrupted Xiang Shaoyu's thoughts. He laughed and greeted Fatty Ding.

"Yeah! Usually the food for our inn is delivered by special car, but this time when cooking for Prince Qin, we must not be careless. So starting from the ingredients, every step must be carefully selected and strictly controlled." Fatty Ding said pretentiously.

"Hmm! Brother Cook Ding, where are we going to pick out the ingredients?" If it's true, Xiao Pang Dun is too lazy to help Ying Ziyi do anything? Let alone choosing the dishes, it was considered good if he didn't pee on the dishes. But when he thought about being able to spend a long time with Shi Lan, the resentment in his heart quickly dissipated.

"Go to the East Market. There are fish and some seasonal vegetables just caught from the sea." Fatty Ding said.

"Let's go!" Shi Lan remembered with a cold voice, and followed Cook Ding out first. Little Fatty followed her, thinking about how to strike up a conversation.

"Let me tell you! There is a big difference between the ingredients, good and bad. The same fish..."

Along the way, the cook was talking nonstop about how to select ingredients. Of course, the little chubby boy, who was completely immersed in the hormonal surge of puberty, didn't listen to a single word.

The beauty he longs for is right in front of him, so close that he can even smell the fragrance emanating from her body. The twisting waist, slender figure, and youthful aura completely aroused the little fat man's heart, but he didn't know how to close the distance between them?

It would be great if the eldest brother were here. He would definitely be able to do something about it? Little Fatty felt annoyed in his heart.

From Youjian Inn to the East Market, Cook Ding and others had to go around a long street. A variety of carving knives, bamboo slips and other stationery items are sold on this street.

Xiaoshengxianzhuang is the Confucian sect of the world, and it is a holy place in the hearts of Confucians. Thousands of students come here to study every year, thus bringing alive the traders on this street.

There are differences between bamboo slips and bamboo slips. Depending on the materials and production techniques, good bamboo slips can endure decades or even centuries of use without decay. Even after a long time, the writing on them is still as clear as ever, while inferior bamboo slips can be used for two or three years. , it was already in disrepair.

Undoubtedly, good letters were in high demand in this era, and those who could afford them were either rich or expensive. But this kind of thing is of no use to ordinary people. In this era, the illiteracy rate is extremely high, and most people can't even read, let alone read coherently. Bamboo slips, which are not suitable for food or clothing, can only be used as firewood if ordinary people want them.

But for the scholars who have writing needs, it is different.

Cook Ding and others saw that the usually cold streets were now crowded with Confucian disciples, loading bamboo slips in carts and carts, intending to transport them to the Little Sage Manor.

"What's going on?" Not only the little fat man, but also the cook was a little surprised at this moment. As the leader of the Mo family, it is necessary to gather information, and the current actions of Xiaoshengxian Manor are undoubtedly abnormal.

While the little fat man was thinking about it, he noticed that Ming, a chicken leg clumsy and carrying a lot of bamboo slips, was walking out of the store and was about to be loaded into the car. Unexpectedly, he stepped on a stone while walking and fell to the ground in an instant.

The slips were scattered all over the floor, so he was naturally scolded by his fellow disciples, but Jijiming looked stupid and smiled even after being scolded. Little Fatty smiled, walked up, and slowly approached behind him, intending to play tricks on the chicken legs.

Unexpectedly, Little Fatty had not yet started to attack. Chicken Leg Ming turned slightly, threw his arms back, and breathed out with a strong wind.

Before Chicken Leg Ming's punch came, the strong wind had already hit Little Fatty's face. He didn't dare to look down upon it and raised his hands, intending to block the punch.

The contact between arms, the huge force made Xiaopangdun extremely painful. Fortunately, he was born with supernatural power, so he did not embarrass himself in front of Shi Lan. "Who is it? Dare to sneak attack on you, Uncle Ziming." Jiji Ming looked arrogant. When he turned around and saw clearly the appearance of the 'sneak attack' person, the arrogance on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by the reunion of old friends. of joy.

"Shaoyu, it's you! Why are you here?" Jijiming shouted loudly.

"Shh!" Chicken Leg Ming was still so nervous. Xiaopangdun made a gesture, pulled him over, and whispered: "My visit to Songhai this time is a secret. Qin Jun has many informants here. What you just did It will expose our identities.”

"What! What do you mean by saying that? It makes me seem like an idiot." Chicken Leg Ming shouted dissatisfied. However, he followed Xiaopangdun's advice and his voice was almost faint.

"It turns out there are shopkeeper Ding and Shi Lan!" Jijiming let go of Little Fatty's hand and ran forward to say hello to Shi Lan and Chef Ding.

"Tianming." Shi Lan also responded familiarly.

But from Xiao Pangdun's point of view, it's different. Looking at this, why is Tianming so familiar with Shi Lan. He pulled Chicken Leg Ming over again and asked in a low voice: "Tianming, what's going on between you and Shi Lan?"

"She! She and I are friends! We also agreed to keep our identities and secrets secret." Jiji Ming scratched his head and said.

Little Fatty's heart sank. He felt that he had been left far behind by these two people, and he felt like an outsider.

"Director Ding." At this time, Zhang Liang saw such a scene and came over to greet everyone.

"It's Mr. Zhang San!" Chef Ding greeted like a businessman meeting a customer, "I haven't seen you come to my shop for a long time. Fatty Ding, I have been researching a few new dishes recently!"

"Shopkeeper Ding's craftsmanship cannot be missed in Zifang! I will definitely visit you someday." Zhang Liang said. He knew that the Mo family wanted to spend some time with him, so he agreed.

"Third Master, see if I can be with Shao Yu and the others today!" Jiji Ming licked his face and begged Zhang Liang to let him go.

"Okay!" Zhang Liang agreed and said, "But if you can't memorize "Encouragement to Learn" these days, you know what will happen to Senior Brother Fu Nian."

"Ah!" The joy of being able to take a vacation was soon diluted. The drumstick was like a cramped shrimp and could not lift it up at all.

Zhang Liang seemed to be interested in the appearance of the drumstick. He nodded slightly to the cook and left.

"Tianming, what does Xiaoshengxian Village need so many bamboo slips?" Xiao Pangdun asked as they walked along.

"This thing! I'm not happy when I talk about it." Chicken Legs obviously looked unhappy, "A few days ago, for some reason, the Grand Master suddenly said that he wanted to burn the classics in the library of the Little Sage Manor with some kind of Qin seal. One portion. We go everywhere to buy bamboo slips, which will keep me busy these days."

Among the few people present, only Shi Lan knew the inside story. But there was no way she was going to say it right now.

Cook Ding and Xiao Pangdun were both deep in thought and a little absent-minded because of Ji Ming's words.

"By the way, where are we going now?" After walking for a long time, Chicken Leg Ming finally remembered and asked them what they were going to do.

"We have to pick out the ingredients." Cook Ding replied.

"What, Fatty Ding, are you going to make a new dish again? Can I eat it?" Drumstick Ming's saliva almost flowed out. Since meeting the chef, Chicken Leg Ming, a foodie, has improved a lot and turned into... well, a big foodie. "You can't eat it this time. We are selecting ingredients for Prince Qin." Xiao Pangdun said, telling the cook about cooking for Prince Qin. "What, we actually have to choose ingredients for that big bad guy? I asked, he not only stole the uncle, but he was also with the bad woman who took Yue'er, and he was their leader." Chicken Leg Mingyi He said with an angry face.

"Tianming, please keep your voice down, everyone nearby is looking over." Little Fatty really has a headache and wonders if he can still buy groceries properly.

"If you ask me, we can just pick some bad ones." As they walked, Jiji Ming said with a smirk on his face.

bump. Chicken Leg was walking without paying attention, but he bumped into Chef Ding, who was walking in front and suddenly stopped.

"Fat Ding, what are you doing?" Chicken Leg Ming covered his head and said dissatisfied.

Who would have thought that Cook Ding suddenly turned around, with a tigerish face, and a faint light flashing in his eyes: "Tianming, do you know that as a chef, what is the most important thing?"

Chicken Leg Ming shook his head, as if he was frightened by Chef Ding's current behavior.

"As a chef, you should treat every diner with a sincere heart. Even if he is a bad guy and how heinous he is, it is still the same. Do you understand?"

The cook Ding shouted, almost pulling out the black iron kitchen knife he wore at his waist to express his ambition. Little Fatty quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Good guy! As soon as Cook Ding shouted, the eyes of everyone around him were focused here. Fortunately, it was still early and there weren't many people in the East Market.

Xiaopangdun quickly led the people away from this place of wrongdoing.

By the time Fatty Ding had picked out the ingredients, it was already bright. Shi Lan walked towards Haiyue Xiaozhu under Xiao Pangdun's reluctant eyes.

"Miss Shi Lan...slow...walk slowly." Xiao Pangdun looked at the beautiful figure and waved his hands blankly.

Jiji Ming, on the other hand, smiled evilly and said, "Why, brother, why do I feel like you like Shi Lan?"

"Who...who said that." Xiaopangdun wanted to deny it at first, but after being sidetracked by Jiji Ming, he finally admitted it.

"Shi Lan told me that her relatives were all captured by that bad guy, Prince Qin, and they had no choice but to obey his orders."

"Is it true?" His beloved woman and Prince Qin were not in the same relationship. This news made Xiao Pangdun extremely excited.

"What else do you know? Tell me everything?" Little Fatty asked with a flattering look on his face.

"Well! It all depends on how you behave, little brother?" Jiji Ming had a rip-off expression on his face.

"Brother Tianming, you haven't eaten yet! Brother, how about I treat you to some chicken legs?"

"Chicken... chicken drumstick! I don't care about it!" Although he said it stubbornly, Chicken Leg Ming's body still followed Xiaopangdun very honestly.

……..

"Mr. Zhang Liang, what happened to Confucianism?"

Gao Jianli asked in the house where the leaders of the Mo family gathered.

At this moment, whether it was the leader of the Mohist family in the room, Xiang Liang of the Xiang family, or Xiaoyaozi of the Renzong, they all wanted to know what happened to the Confucian family?

Zhang Liang took a breath and said: "That day, Prince Qin invited my two senior brothers and I to Haiyue Xiaozhu, but it was actually just for one thing, burning books!"

"What? Burning books?" Although most of the people present did not know the purpose of this move, they still knew that books were of great significance to Confucian people.

"Prince Qin's move is undoubtedly to completely draw Little Saint Xian Manor to his side, and the head brother agreed after careful consideration. So the abnormalities in Confucianism that you have seen recently are all caused by Little Saint Xian Manor. Make preparations for this." Zhang Liang explained.

For everyone present, it is undoubtedly bad news that Little Saint Xianzhuang has completely turned to Prince Qin. And the most important thing is that Young Master Fusu is about to arrive at Songhai, but when something like this happens, Xiaoshengxianzhuang is undoubtedly slapping the faces of the forces behind Young Master Fusu!

In this way, maybe Songhai will become lively. An inexplicable smile appeared on Thief Zhi's face. For him who liked watching the excitement, he was still a little excited.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang Liang, Prince Qin has arrived at Songhai, so will his identity be exposed tomorrow?" Duan Murong said.

"Are you guys from the Mo family worried?" Zhang Liangzhi smiled helplessly. What would be exposed? I'm afraid that the Mo family and Tianming's child won't be able to hide anything they do from Prince Qin.

Everyone showed worried expressions, and Zhang Liang nodded, "That's good. Young Master Fusu is coming, and the situation in Songhai will become tense. It may be safer to return to the Mo family in the morning."