[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

"Three quarters of Yin's time, Empress Dowager, you--"

Pingyuan 13 years, winter.

Old Yangtou on Zhuque Street set up his own breakfast stall early on at the corner of the street, lit a fire, boiled water, rolled noodles, chopped stuffing, put the buns in a cage, and sat on a broken bench to smoke dry cigarettes when he had free time.The cigarette holder has been polished black and shiny, and it can be seen that it has been around for many years.

In winter, the dawn is late, not long after Mao's time, the street is still dark, only the two hanging paper lanterns on the early stalls, tremblingly emitting a little light that is better than nothing.

There were only a few customers at the stall, and Lao Yang squinted his eyes in the corner of the windshield, smoking a cigarette and looking at the white mist steaming on the stove.

Suddenly there was a loud noise on the silent street, the sound came from far to near, and soon, four fat and strong horses pulled a tall carriage to a stop Order early at the stall.

A person alighted from the carriage that was incompatible with the shabby breakfast stall, and when he walked under the lantern, he saw that he was a handsome young man, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a gentle smile on Bai Shengsheng's face.

"Old man, here are two buns, one vegetable and one meat."

"Hey, good!"

Old Yang carefully wrapped the hot bun and handed it to the young man. The young man took the bun and gave the money, thanked him softly before leaving.

When the carriage rattled away, a diner who couldn't hold back his curiosity asked, "Boss, who was that lord just now?"

Old Yang took a puff of his cigarette and shook his head mysteriously, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

The diner was just a little curious in his heart, but now he is urging the boss to speak quickly.

Old Yang was so satisfied that he was very satisfied, then he raised his hand and pointed at the car curtain decorated with coiled dragon patterns that had been blurred in the night, shook his head and said, "It's under that person, ten thousand My lord above all—”

The young diner was originally a cynical and down-and-out scholar. Hearing this, he said angrily, "Could it be that traitor Wei Changqing——"

Before the scholar finished speaking, he was hit on the arm by a cigarette stick from Old Yang's head. The old man looked around and said in a low voice, "Hey, you don't dare to talk nonsense, you don't want to die!"

Wei Changqing, whose surname is Wei and whose name is Lang, is Changqing. He is the current Xiangguo, and he is also the elder brother of the former queen's mother and compatriots.With such an identity, even if he is not a traitor, he will be called a "treacherous minister" by others, not to mention that Wei Lang is a thoroughly traitorous minister. Your heart, searching for people's fat and people's anointing can be said to be evil.When people of insight in the government and the opposition mentioned his name, they all gritted their teeth, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Scholars are relatively civilized, and when they scold him, they even call him by their surnames. When the generals above the court are angry, they either call him Wei Lang directly or call him "Little Wei Wei" unceremoniously——Wei Lang this year Thirty-five, barely just passed, and in front of a group of gray-haired veterans, he can indeed bear the word "little thief".

At this time, "Little Thief Wei" in the carriage had two steamed buns, and only then did he feel warmth in his empty stomach.

Wei Lang is not considered young anymore, there are some age lines on his face, his face is stern, and the lingering aura of a superior person lingers between his brows.But he doesn't have a beard, so he looks younger than his actual age.

He didn't sleep well the night before, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows a little tiredly, and asked, "Tianshu, how long is it?"

"It's almost there, sir." The boy driving the car replied.

Resting and taking a bath today, there is no need to go to court, Wei Lang is rushing to the palace in a hurry.

This year is an eventful autumn, the war between the north and the Xiongnu is stalemate, the emperor, who has been in bed for more than ten years, drove west at this juncture, and less than three days later, the empress dowager passed away again.

The first one has nothing to do with Wei Lang, but many people suspect that the latter two are his work.

As soon as Wei Lang stepped into Weiyang Palace with one foot, a small figure flew into his arms, crying heartbreakingly: "Uncle!"

Wei Lang paused and patted the girl's head, "Don't be afraid, Yu'er, uncle is here."

This little girl's name is Huai Yu, she is thirteen years old, she is Wei Lang's niece, one of the posthumous children left by his sister.She and her elder sister, the Crown Princess Huaijin, are twins and the only heir of Emperor Daxing.Not as intelligent and stable as her sister, Huaiyu is a soft and weak character. At this moment, she suddenly lost all support, and felt alone and helpless. Subconsciously, she regarded her uncle as a life-saving driftwood. She held on tightly and refused to let go easily. .

Wei Lang carried the crying Huai Yu into the bedroom, and saw Huai Jin lying on the bed quietly, his body was already cold so small.

Standing in front of the bed, Wei Lang stared fixedly at the dead little girl, his eyes gradually turned red.

【what to do!What should I do? !Ahhh! ! !The target is dead ahhhhh——]

[The host please calm down, the task is not over yet. 】

He pulled out the progress bar and looked at it. The short gold bar had 5% clearly written on it.

It's not over...

[So, you got the wrong target before?Was the real target Huai Yu not Huai Jin? 】

The cadenced male announcer in his mind didn't speak, and a line of pale golden simplified characters that only he could see slowly appeared in front of Wei Lang's eyes: assist the empress dowager to become a generation of empress.

Wei Lang: "..."

When the mission was first given, the system did not specify which girl it was, but now that Huaijin is dead, Huaiyu has become the princess...

Wei Lang tilted his head and glanced at the crying little girl next to him, only to feel that his eyes were dark and his heart was bleeding.

In fact, a month ago, "Wei Lang" was not Wei Lang, but Xie Ci, an ordinary programmer living in Shanghai, China in the 21st century. 28 years old, with a monthly salary of over [-], his girlfriend chose to break up because he couldn't make up the down payment for the house. She was pale, puffy, sub-healthy, and finally died suddenly in the hospital during another night of staying up late and working overtime. in front of the computer.

Ordinary, ordinary life, only after death as a negative teaching material for health and life, it was a hot search on Weibo.

After his death, his soul squatted beside the ugly corpse for a long time.Xie Ci is an orphan without father and mother. He lived indifferently for 28 years. After breaking up with his girlfriend, he spent the last days of his life in a daze. After his death, he finally woke up and regretted it. He found that he was not alive. Enough, he actually still has a lot of things he wants to do, a lot of places he wants to go-he doesn't want to die yet.

Ghosts don't know how to cry. When he stared at his dead body mournfully, a male announcer voice suddenly rang out: [Do you want to live? 】

Xie Ci was taken aback, he scanned around and confirmed that he was the only one present with his ghost and his corpse, so where the hell did the voice of the male version of Siri come from?

【Do you want to live? 】

The male announcer asked again.

In the past, he would not even bother to listen to this kind of cult-like pyramid scheme, but now he is a fucking ghost, and he can't be scared to death!

Xie Ci swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked tremblingly, "You... who are you?"

【Do you want to live? 】

The male Siri didn't answer and asked for the third time.

It was only then that Xie Ci realized that the voice seemed to come from his own head. He didn't know whether he was frightened or just said it, so he replied: "I think."

[Drip—the host accepts the agreement, the system is binding——]

"Wh, what binding?" Xie Ci was so frightened that he was almost out of his wits, and the cold sweat that didn't exist almost broke out because of the chill feeling that he was about to be invaded by something like a parasitic beast, "You, you, you, Who are you?"

[Dididi——Hello host, system No. 081 will serve you wholeheartedly. 】

"Who are you!"

[The host does not need to panic, you can communicate with me with the thoughts in your brain. 】

It was only then that Xie Ci realized that the way he yelled into the air seemed a bit stupid, although he was already a ghost and no one could see him.

[Host, I am the "Protagonist Development System" under the System Department of the Reincarnation Department, job number 081, nice to meet you. 】

[What system? ] Xie Ci guesses that the system it talks about is definitely not the same as the system he understands, such as reincarnation, protagonist, etc... Why does it sound so similar to those messy novels his ex-girlfriend read?

[Protagonist development system,] It sounds very patient, or is already familiar with this process, [In the three thousand worlds, there is a master of luck in every world, in the current words It is the "protagonist".With great luck, one must also endure great tribulations. The mission of the protagonist's cultivation system is to choose a suitable host, shuttle between different worlds, and help the protagonists in different worlds successfully reach the pinnacle of life. 】

This routine sounds a bit familiar, "the selected suitable host" asked, [Is it just that or something... Hurry up? 】

There was a bit of surprise in the voice of the broadcaster who had been calm all the time: [You still know how to travel quickly? 】

Thanking you is a bit embarrassing: [My girlfriend... ex-girlfriend likes to read this kind of novel. 】

[You can also understand it that way.Now that the host has accepted the agreement, the system will now start screening tasks...]

【Etc., etc! 】 Xie Ci hastily stretched out Erkang's hand.

[Does the host have any questions? 】

[What about the labor contract?What about conditions and rules?What exactly is the task?Let's make this clear in advance! 】

The system paused for a moment, then laughed three times with the mechanical voice of "ha, ha, ha", and laughed out goosebumps all over his body, [Dear host, the worst is death, and you Is there any difference in the current environment? 】

...It was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

[Even if the host dies during the mission, as long as the points are greater than or equal to zero, the host can restart the mission or enter the next mission.After the host successfully completes the three tasks, he can choose the task freely. 】

The system drew a pie for him, it sounds like there is nothing wrong with it, but...

[So as long as the host successfully completes the first mission, he can have a chance to continue to live, why not do it? 】The system smiled slightly, 【Go.Please come on. 】

wait wait wait?

Before Xie Ci could say anything, his eyes turned dark, and when he opened them again, he became the "famous" treacherous prime minister Wei Lang.

The world Wei Lang lives in is similar to the feudal society in ancient China, but the succession of the throne is similar to the Western royal family, and women can also ascend the throne and proclaim themselves emperor.The current emperor of the dynasty has only two heirs, the twin daughters born to the empress. According to the line of succession, Huaijin, the eldest daughter of the twins, became the empress dowager. The task given by the system is to "assist the empress dowager to become a generation of empress". , the kind that goes down in history.

The original owner Wei Lang is the empress' elder brother, the empress dowager's uncle, and an out-and-out treacherous official. Just before Xie Ci became him, Wei Lang was planning to take advantage of your illness to kill you—to kill the emperor and hold the empress dowager hostage. Female, who rebels and proclaims herself emperor.

Not to mention whether the name is upright or not, anyway, Wei Lang has almost overshadowed the sky in the court, if it wasn't for the Xie Ci, the death of the emperor should really be the hand of Wei Lang.

The emperor has been ill for so many years, and many political affairs are actually handled by this "big brother" whom he trusts very much. After Xie Cichuan came over, he let the empress dowager supervise the country, and taught Huaijin how to deal with it based on the memory of the original owner. some political affairs.Huai Jin was exceptionally intelligent, and he was a good material for becoming an emperor. After a month, the progress bar happily turned into a golden 5%.

Xie Ci then thought, this task is quite simple. The biggest obstacle to rebellion no longer exists. The emperor’s reserve soldiers are learning quickly and becoming more and more proficient. If this continues, he can complete the task in at most two years and help the target of the task. Going to the pinnacle of life is simply flattering!

Xie Ci looked at Huaijin, like looking at a program, he knew that this string of codes would be compiled into a perfect program by him in the end, and the result...

As a result, not long after he started, the computer had a fucking blue screen!

The clever Huaijin has turned into a soft little crying Bao Huaiyu...

Xie Ci looked at the 5%, and suddenly felt that the first task seemed to be on the street.

Thinking of this, Xie Ci's eyes turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is the imperial doctor?"

A group of people filed in silently from the outside, knelt down and knelt together.

"Can you all tell me why His Highness left suddenly?"

He asked politely, but the imperial doctors kneeling below couldn't help trembling.

Two days ago, the empress dowager suddenly fainted while presiding over the funeral of Emperor Daxing. The imperial doctor diagnosed her with a cold, but who would have expected that she would not wake up, and died suddenly within two days.

None of the imperial doctors dared to make a sound, and after a long while, a brave man replied with a trembling voice: "Introduction to Xiangguo, Your Highness occasionally feels the wind and cold, coupled with His highness's excessive grief, his body is already weak, so he couldn't resist it." The disease is..."

"I feel the wind and cold?" Xie Ci smiled instead of anger, and repeated in a low voice, "What a feeling of the wind and cold...Come here, take the adults down, pick an auspicious day, and let them go down to accompany His Highness! "

There was a moment of silence in the dormitory, and then, the imperial doctors burst into crying.

"Master Xiangguo, please forgive me!"

"Your Excellency! I have been wronged!"

In such a commotion, Huai Yu grabbed Xie Ci's clothes in fear, bit his lips and said, "Uncle... this, this can't all be blamed on them..."

Xie Ci bent down, held Huai Yu's shoulder, looked at her, and asked, "Does Yu'er think that Uncle's doing this is too much?"

Huai Yu hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

"Yu'er," Xie Ci said patiently, looking at her ignorant and innocent eyes, "It's their fault for not curing Ah Jin, so they should be buried with you. This is the first lesson uncle taught you."

Huai Yu's eyes widened.

【Ding--】

Xie Ci was refreshed when he heard the notification tone, and quickly opened the progress bar to see it, and fell silent.

5.01%

... 0.01% more is too much, Xie Ci thought hard.

The author has something to say:

New text, new atmosphere!Work hard!I hope some cuties will show their faces and take a look!