The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

There was a creaking sound, and the door was slowly opened.

A ray of dusk light shone into the dilapidated cabin, stirring up some dust. The furnishings in the house are very organized, but at the moment they seem a bit messy, and they haven't been taken care of for who knows how long.

Jing Tianming leaned on the edge of the bed, holding a wine bottle in one hand and pouring wine into his mouth non-stop.

The person who came was an imposing young man. Looking at Tianming's appearance, he frowned.

After not going out for several days, everyone in the Mo family was worried about the condition of their giant. But when Gao Jianli walked in with Xiang Shaoyu and saw it, he realized that the situation might be worse than he imagined.

The boy's clothes were disheveled and there were many stains on them. Even at the door, a stench could still be smelled. It's like the smell of a pile of dirty clothes left in a cupboard for a month, and when you remember to wash them, you open the cupboard.

Of course, there are many Guizhou people in this world who don't have the opportunity to take a bath, but it should never happen to the person in front of you.

Tianming's face had not been groomed for many days, and his beard had grown wildly, making him no different from an ordinary drunkard in the city. More importantly, his eyes were dark and without any luster. Unlike the usual giants, there was no hope at all in those eyes.

Gao Jianli was very lucky that Xiang Shaoyu came at this time. Otherwise, if it were a few days later, Tianming might really be dead.

Xiang Shaoyu looked at Tianming's current appearance and didn't say a word from beginning to end. When Tianming looked at the two people who came in, they didn't do anything different at all.

Sip after sip, drink wine.

Xiang Shaoyu walked up slowly, under Gao Jianli's gaze. He understood that perhaps only Xiang Shaoyu could persuade Tianming at this moment.

Xiang Shaoyu walked over and looked down condescendingly.

Tian Ming raised his head and cast his dull eyes on Xiang Shaoyu, without any trace of excitement in them.

bump!

The next moment, in Gao Jianli's surprise, Xiang Shaoyu kicked over the wine jar in front of Jing Tianming, and then lifted him up.

Snapped!

Xiang Shaoyu slapped Jing Tianming on the face and said, "Do you know what you look like now? A destitute dog! A dying dog!"

Snapped!

Another slap hit Jing Tianming's face. Xiang Shaoyu showed no mercy. Tianming's face soon became red and swollen.

"You are my younger brother, Xiang Shaoyu. If you don't find it embarrassing to look like this, I still find it embarrassing!"

The storm of fists, kicks and curses finally aroused the long-lost anger in Tianming's heart. He used all his strength to push Xiang Shaoyu away.

Xiang Shaoyu obviously didn't expect Jing Tianming to make an attack. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't take any action.

On the contrary, he was still very happy, which proved that Tianming still had blood in his heart. If he had been beaten as violently as he just did, and he hadn't resisted at all, then Xiang Shaoyu would really have been in trouble.

After not moving for several days, Tian Ming was clearly traumatized when he regained his strength. He half-crouched on the ground, half-squinting his eyes and breathing heavily. "what do you know!"

Tianming opened his mouth and said loudly, letting out all the anger accumulated in his heart.

"I don't know anything? But you are just like a coward now. There is no difference." Xiang Shaoyu looked at Jing Tianming with deep eyes and said.

"Hmph!" Jing Tianming said disdainfully: "If I said Shi Lan liked Ying Ziyi, would you still be as calm as you are now?"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Xiang Shaoyu obviously did not expect that the answer Tianming gave would be this?

Unlike Tianming, he acted quite calmly and just asked, "Is it true?"

"Yue'er is also there, I saw it with my own eyes." After saying all this, Jing Tianming felt better. With his chest rising and falling, Jing Tianming sat on the ground dejectedly, looked at Xiang Shaoyu, and said, "I didn't expect that Yue'er would be there. What I didn't expect was that she likes Ying Ziyi!"

Xiang Shaoyu knew that Jing Tianming would not lie to him, and of course he had no reason to lie to him.

He slowly walked to Jing Tianming, sat down, put a hand on his shoulder, and said: "I know what you are thinking, but I want to tell you. As men, men and women are just ****. It's a small part. The world is about to change, and it's time for men to be brave."

"I'm not as open-minded as you. I don't care about the general trend of the world." Jing Tianming turned his head away from Xiang Shaoyu's earnest eyes.

"Okay!" Xiang Shaoyu sighed helplessly. He knew that Tianming was carefree by nature and didn't care about power. "Prince Qin is a big mountain standing in front of the heroes of the world. Only by moving him away and defeating him can we get the world we want. And only by defeating him can Yue'er return to you."

"Come back to me?" Jing Tianming repeated this sentence word by word, hope rekindled in his eyes, and said, "Really?"

Xiang Shaoyu nodded and said, "That's right. If you want Yue'er to come back to you, you must defeat him."

Seeing Tianming's hope rekindled, Gao Jianli came over in time and said: "Tianming, the eldest son has sent a letter, asking us to go and meet with him. For the sake of the justice of the world and the responsibilities of the Mohist family, you must Come with us."

Although he was no match for the eldest son, Xiang Shaoyu didn't say much. He understood that this time might be the key,

Whether it is for the Moh family, the Xiang clan, or the remaining clans from other countries who are waiting.

The eldest son is the most critical chess piece.

Moreover, Tianming, the giant of the Mohist family, also has important significance to Xiang Shaoyu.

In this world, Xiang Shaoyu doesn't care about many things and many people. But Tianming is not among them.

Xiang Shaoyu was already prepared to face the violent storm in the future, but he did not want Tianming to be harmed in this heavy rain.

Jing Tianming stood up. Although his eyes were still lackluster at this moment, his face looked much better.

Seeing him like this, Gao Jianli felt much relieved. Even though he understood, Tianming still had a burden that he couldn't let go of. But there is one thing that can divert his attention, which is also good.

"Okay! I'll go!" Jing Tianming said, holding his fist.

At the same time, he looked at Xiang Shaoyu and asked, "Shaoyu, are you going?"

"I passed by here this time to return to Xiangdi and stop by to see you."

"Really?" Tianming's words contained profound meaning, but he didn't say much.

Kingly way! Chivalry!

Although Tian Ming had already faintly noticed that starting from the machine city, there was already a natural gap between the two of them. Fate-like, although it is covered by clouds and mist at the moment, it exists there extremely clearly.

…………..

In the dark room, only a few candles illuminated Chang Wenjun's face.

On his lower head were rows of black shadows.

"I recruited you here because the moment that will determine the general trend of the world is coming soon."

The deep words resounded throughout this small and medium-sized room.

"And you are all the people Changping-kun trusts the most. That's why I'm summoning you this time."

The people below were still silent, just waiting quietly for orders from Lord Chang Wen, who was above the throne.

The people in this room are all top-notch warriors and highly skilled in martial arts. The most important thing is that Lord Changping had absolute control over them during his lifetime.

After Lord Changping died, he gave the sword to Lord Changwen again.

At this moment, he is going to use this sharp weapon to do something shocking!

"At this moment, Ying Ziyi is escorting Xia Miao in the clouds. Although he is surrounded by many guards, there are many omissions in the deep mountains, and our opportunity lies in them. As long as Ying Ziyi dies, great things can be expected. "

After Chang Wenjun finished speaking, everyone present bowed and bowed to say goodbye.

"All the strategies have been recorded in this silk book. You should act according to the strategies!"

The leader took the silk book from Chang Wenjun's hand, and then, black figures walked out of the house one by one.

The huge room became deserted in the blink of an eye.

Chang Wenjun sighed. The situation at this moment had become extremely critical. He was cautious in every move he made.

However, there was still a slight flaw after all.

"who is it?"

A faint breath came, and Chang Wenjun was shocked.

"No need to panic, Mr. Changwen, you are a slave!"

Zhao Gao walked in from the outside, his face was normal, or in other words, he still had that gloomy expression.

Chang Wenjun narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Gao, the guy who was commented by Chang Ping Jun as extremely dangerous. His whereabouts were extremely secretive, but he didn't expect that Zhao Gao could actually find him?

What is he trying to declare by appearing here now? Does Zhao Gao see his every move?

There was absolutely no room for error in his plan. Zhao Gao was so arrogant that Chang Wenjun couldn't feel the murderous intention flashing through his heart.

It seems like you feel something? The corners of Zhao Gao's mouth curved and he said slowly: "You don't have to be like this, Mr. Changwen. You should know that the plan you want cannot avoid me."

Chang Wenjun looked at Zhao Gao and said, "What do you mean?"

"Knowing the living is the most important thing for a saint. Knowing the dead is the most important thing for a saint." Zhao Gao said and took out an edict from his sleeve. "This is your majesty's seal sealed in the CRRC Mansion. It has not yet been given to the envoy. Lord Changwen, please take a look!"

For such a disrespectful thing, Chang Wenjun didn't hesitate at all. He took the edict, opened it and looked at it, and his expression changed drastically.

Buried in Xianyang with funeral party! ?This is an edict granted to the prince. If this edict is handed into the hands of Ying Ziyi, then it will undoubtedly be too late.

But at this moment, Chang Wenjun was more concerned about Zhao Gao's attitude than the surprising content of this edict!

Why would he risk beheading and hand it over to himself? What's the conspiracy behind this?

Chang Wenjun didn't like Zhao Gao, whether it was his fake deep smile or his coy manner! They were all disliked by Lord Changwen, who was a warrior.

However, whether he likes him or not, at this moment, Chang Wenjun did not want to make any gesture towards Zhao Gao.

"Why are you doing this?"

Zhao Gao smiled and said: "Whether it is Lord Chang Wen or the servants, we don't want to see one thing, and that is Ying Ziyi ascending to the position of Ninth Five-Year Plan. So, do you need any extra explanation?"

"Oh?" Chang Wenjun murmured softly, his snow-white beard trembling, as if he was thinking about something?

Zhao Gao stood there motionless, waiting for Chang Wenjun's answer without a trace of anxiety.

"What if the eldest son becomes the emperor and grants you three thousand households?" Chang Wenjun said.

"My slave, thank you eldest son for your kindness!" Zhao Gao leaned over and bowed, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Get up!" Chang Wenjun said.

"If you want to accomplish something big, you still need one person's help." Zhao Gao just stood up and said to Chang Wenjun.

"You mean?" Chang Wenjun was a smart man and quickly figured out who Zhao Gao wanted to talk about?

"That old fox Li Si, now that the crown prince has been decided and we are still married, will he help us?" Chang Wenjun already regarded him as one of his own in his words.

"Otherwise. Although Li Yu was promised to the prince, the engagement has not yet taken place, and the matchmaker has not yet been decided. They have been dragging it out for so many years, making it seem like they are close but are actually far apart. Only with this person around can things be done."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"Then at least he can't be an obstacle!" Zhao Gao said.

……..

The night was quiet, with some soft light shining on the temple.

The emperor is seated, as in the past, without losing his majesty.

Below him, kneeling was a bronze-faced man, extremely respectful.

"Has the matter been settled?" Emperor Zun spoke slowly, with a faint tone in his voice.

"Everything is ready."

Emperor Zun nodded and said: "Very good, you don't have to come back after you leave this time!"

"Your Majesty!" The copper-faced man's voice revealed surprise. "I am willing to die for Your Majesty!"

"I know what you said is true, but there's no need for that."

At this moment, the emperor's eyes revealed peace. He did not use the honorific title, but said like a friend,

"You have followed me for many years, and I know that what you have done over the years is not to your liking. From now on, the disputes in this world will have nothing to do with you. Just do what you want to do!"?" Your Highness!" The copper-faced man said again, but this time there was a different meaning in his tone.

"Where is His Royal Highness?"

"I gave him 300,000 soldiers and horses, and Meng Tian assisted him. If so, he still cannot defeat the undercurrent within the empire, then how will he face the storm in the future? How will he control this huge empire?"

Emperor Zun said this, but there was an open-mindedness in his tone that could see through the world.

"I understand!" The bronze-faced man took one last look at the Emperor on his seat, and then disappeared into the palace.

In the empty hall, the moonlight shines. Emperor Zun stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the moonlight shining in front of him. It was so gentle and pure, why hadn't he noticed it before?

On Bingyin in the seventh month, the emperor died on the sand dune platform.

At this moment, a group of cavalry was rushing on the galloping road, heading towards the clouds.