Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

The night is miserable.The cold moon rises high.

Gong Shufu was walking on the Qingshi Road where the curfew was approaching. He had been in Xianyang for many years, but he had never felt that Xianyang City had become so friendly.kind.

At least it is more real than the king of the old Lu Kingdom that has disappeared in history.It's a pity that he didn't realize this until he was about to leave.

It stands to reason that those who were expelled by the Qin imperial family should pack their bags and leave Xianyang immediately after leaving the palace.But Gongshufu did not.

This is probably the last bit of tolerance that Young Master Fusu showed towards his friends.

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

For a country, its weather can be seen from its capital.

When the Six Kingdoms were still alive, South Korea's Xinzheng was dying, and the monarchs and ministers were sad and lifeless. The city of Ying in the Chu State was full of songs every night, and Linzi in the Qi State was bustling with traffic.In the end, under the threat of Qiang Qin, they all eventually became abandoned old royal cities.

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 bleak harem of the Qin Palace has also become lively.

Qin Wangzheng, now, he is the First Emperor, Yingzheng.

After the Chu Kingdom was destroyed, he was wandering and accidentally captured by the Northern Hu.At that time, Fusu and Mengtian guarded the northern border and repelled Beihu. During a battle, Fusu rescued them and came to the royal city of the strongest empire in the world.He wanted to stand out, and he did.

The young master Fusu regards him as a friend, even if the court argues that he will not lose to Kong Yu and his ilk.However, everything changed after reuniting with that person.

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

Gongsun Fu hoped to see the State of Lu again, to see the old country standing upright again.

Qin is Qin after all.As expected, he was still unable to regard this mighty state of Qin as his home and his root.

It's not that he doesn't know Qin's strength.But in many cases, it is not its strength that can make people pull out the faith that grew up in the old country.

For example, Prime Minister Li Si is from Chu, and Zheng Guoshi is from Han. They are not from Qin, but they can serve as prime minister and internal historian in Qin.Their hearts are broad enough to display their talents in troubled times, regardless of nationality.

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

At least Gongshufu cannot.

With the burden on his back, he stood still and turned his head.

At night, the lights of Xianyang flickered on and off.The pavilions and pavilions of the Qin Palace spread across the green hills that have always been backed by them, and the lights glowed a warm yellow light in the cool breeze.

Finally, take another look at the bustling Xianyang City.From now on, he is one of the refugees who migrated from north to south outside Xianyang City.

The life of the learned scholars of Qin State and the refugees of Qin State is not the same.

Just like the courtiers in the Qin Dynasty shouted Yingzheng wise and powerful, while the six royal families and the Great Wall hard labor scolded the first emperor for his tyranny.

Whether it is good or bad, who can judge clearly.

The guards who enforced the curfew in the streets seemed to suddenly disappear.Everything became eerily quiet, a gust of cold wind blew from behind, from the bottom of Gong Shufu's heart.

On the high eaves of the street, there was a gray-black strange bird standing quietly.

The slender silver glow splits from under the moonlight.

Gong Shufu suddenly remained motionless, his eyes widened, and the bag on his back fell to the ground silently.

A pair of gray cloth shoes were reflected in his dull eyes.

The dead man's expression became extremely numb, numb and stiff.Even the melancholy about leaving Xianyang remained in this stiff expression.

The turmoil has stopped, and the turmoil will rise again.

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

Qin Su has always been known for his strict laws, and murder is a felony.Murder is not only tattooed, it is more likely to be sentenced to exile or death.Therefore, Qin people tend to be self-disciplined and cautious, and they are absolutely unwilling to try the law by themselves.

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

Those who die, the public loses.

Fusu heard it and went to the scene to check immediately.

This is just a secluded alley in Shangshangfang, and no one has always paid attention to it.Although it is located in Shangshangfang, where people come and go, but I asked the surrounding trading companies, they all said that few people come to this place.

It is backed by Tian's Trading Company, the largest in Shangshangfang, and surrounded by other inns and restaurants. Because of this, all the guests who come and go go to the clean and tidy main street in front of the Shangshang Restaurant. No one has always cared about the small land of the projectile, and it is only regarded as the horn of miscellaneous things by default.Although Qin Lv said that the debris left on the road, even if it is just waste paper, is also the responsibility of the stick.But this place can barely be regarded as a private place, so Qin Lu naturally can't control it.Occasionally, the usual sundries of the business company restaurant would be piled up here, and a handyman would be called every five days to clean them up.

Today is five.

Unexpectedly, there was a dead man lying on top of a pile of rubbish. The staff of the trading company rushed to report the matter to Mr. Si Kou. After checking his identity, he found out that this man was the protagonist of the eldest son.

This matter was notified to Fusu's ears.

As soon as Meng Yi stepped here, he felt that the alleys were dark as they said.Although remote and narrow, it is shimmering at the moment.If you look closely, you can see that the pile of jade lenses at the entrance of the alley let in the fine light.

He turned over Gong Shufu's body, and only looked at his complexion, which was rosy and normal, with a little emotion, but his expression was calm, it didn't look like he was assassinated or poisoned, and there was no fear before his death.If there is no investigation, it can be inferred that this person committed suicide.

However, after arguing with the son Fusu a few days ago, Gong Shufu died in Shangshangfang, the boundary of Daqin. The sinister meaning in it really makes people think deeply.

He put the white cloth over Gong Shufu's face again.It is also a little strange, this pile of sundries is placed in a mess, full of discarded things, but at the entrance of the alley, there is a pile of bronze mirrors and fragments of jade, which look novel in style.I asked the clerk of the trading company, and said that the customer in the building was drunk and broke it accidentally, so I cleaned it out and threw it here.

Fusu's words interrupted his thinking, "Meng Shangqing, what can you see?"

Meng Yi was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Fusu asked, "But, someone assassinated?"

Meng Yi suddenly remembered, uncovered the white cloth again, stared at his face for a while, and gave way slightly, "Master, how is it different from the corpse he saw in the past?"

Without hesitation, Fusu said solemnly, "The complexion is ruddy, almost like a living person."

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

Twelve full hours.

How can a dead person who has died for twelve hours have the same skin color as a living person, rosy and fair, and healthier than a living person.

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

Wu Zuo was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, "Could it be, could it be ghosts and gods?"

Fu Su frowned slightly, "Don't talk nonsense. You don't talk about strange powers. How can there be so many ghosts and ghosts in the world."

Facing this strange corpse, a gust of cool wind passed by, sending chills down the spine.

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

Wu Zuo was taken aback for a moment, and bent over to get closer, "It looks like a birthmark or something."

Meng Yi took a slender silver needle from the side and flicked it. The silver needle went along the black birthmark without hindrance.

It's not piercing, but that place, which was supposed to get through!

Meng Yi's eyes sharpened, and he gave some silver needles in his hand. The silver needles were about to sink completely, and they didn't even touch the flesh.

He took out the needle, and there was a little silvery liquid on the needle, which quickly disappeared as soon as it came into contact with air, 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 probably won't keep your hands. The drug used will definitely be wet. If so, just use a poisonous needle to inject it into the body, and you will die. Why did the other party pour this medicine into Gongshufu's ear? middle?"

"Bring him back first."

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

The moment several attendants carried the corpse out of the shadow, half of the light in the alley suddenly faded and became dark. One of the attendants pointed at the wall in the shadow with a terrified expression.

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

Zulong will die next year!

Now the world dares to call it a dragon, except for the first emperor Yingzheng, who else?

Panic.

Meng Yi's face was extremely ugly.Obviously, this is the same as the prophecy of the perisher Hu many years ago, and it is all gossip created by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms who were unwilling to die.

They were unable to overthrow Qin's foundation, so they often resorted to these monstrous means to disturb the hearts of the people.

I don't know who it is this time?

Zhang Liang of South Korea, Xiang Liang of Chu State, and the Tian brothers of Qi State, or should everyone have a share?

Meng Yi immediately ordered the body to be carried back to the alley, separated from the sun, and the handwriting gradually disappeared.

There was a chill in everyone's heart.Even Fusu was a little unclear at the moment.

If it weren't for ghosts and gods, how could they do such a thing under the eyes of everyone under the blue sky and white sun?

Zulong will die next year.

Is it true...

Fusu secretly made up his mind that not even a single word of what happened today will be leaked.It was clear that the sun was rising, but at this moment, everyone present was filled with terror.

They had no choice but to put the corpse 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, their hearts were already heavy.

An unmanned horse-drawn carriage galloped by.After the chaotic screams, passers-by on the road avoided one after another.

Meng Yi quickly pumped up his breath and galloped all the way, grabbing the shaft of the cart and getting on the cart, to stop the horses.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was standing by a small windmill booth on the side of the road. When she heard the sound of chaos and turned her head, she saw a horse-drawn carriage galloping forward. She took two steps back in a daze, forgetting to react for a while.

Meng Yicai grabbed the reins of the horse, looked up and saw this scene, and shouted loudly, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

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