The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

Since the beginning of summer in Fujian and Vietnam, violent storms have continued. In recent days, sea breezes have swept across, and many places have been affected.

Most royal palaces are built on higher ground and are not easily affected by rain. Although Wu Zhu's palace cannot compare with the palaces built by the great powers in the Central Plains in terms of splendor, at least the principles of palace construction are still followed.

Therefore, Wu Zhu's palace was the only place in the entire royal capital that was less affected by the heavy rain.

The torrential rain poured down and hit the eaves of the palace, making a noisy sound. The strong wind roared outside the palace, drowning out the sounds of all things.

The firelight in the hall was swaying, Wu Zhu stood with a sword, and his heart was as wild as the wind.

Surrender to Qin or resist Qin?

It's a tough choice. As a king, Wu Zhu has his own judgment. Although Qin was powerful, Wu Zhu didn't know how much effort Emperor Qin would put into a remote place like Fujian and Yue.

Since the king's title has been removed, China is included. This is undoubtedly a difficult decision for an accomplished king. Wu Zhu has ambitions, and he is still very young. Being attached to Qin means that he will waste ten years.

And ten years later, what changes will happen to the world? Who can know?

Because there were so many uncertainties, Wu Zhu had been hesitating in his heart, and even left the matter of organizing troops to fight the disaster to his own minister.

The main hall remained silent, and the flames in the braziers on both sides grew stronger and stronger. While Wu Zhu was deep in thought, he felt that the fire snake seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, so big that it seemed to be able to swallow the entire palace.

"No, this is not an illusion." In front of the throne, the flames in several braziers grew in vain and connected with each other, twisting and turning like fire dragons. While Wu Zhu screamed, the dead soldiers hidden in the darkness on both sides had already reacted first. They held daggers forward and rushed into the violent flames without hesitation.

"Oh my, it's so annoying!"

The flames disappeared, and the air in the palace suddenly became cold. On the dark floor, there was a girl in red clothes and a skirt, standing on the darkened ground. Beside her, several dead soldiers fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Wu Zhu asked coldly, but Wu Zhu was wary of this lovely-looking, seemingly innocent woman.

"I came here on the order of my master for one thing."

"What?"

"Take your head."

After listening to the girl's words, Wu Zhu remained motionless, not even pulling out the sword on his waist.

"You won't." Wu Zhu said with certainty.

"Why would you say that?" The girl tilted her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her curiously and asked.

"There is no murderous aura in you."

"Okay! My master did say that I can't kill you first. But I want to ask you for your answer?"

"what is the answer?"

Snapped!

A long sword was thrown from behind the girl in front of Wu Zhu. The blade was sharp, and the tip of the sword penetrated the stone floor easily.

No one looked surprised, even on the surface. But what surprised him was not the girl's magical illusion, but the sword itself.

"This is the sword of the late King Gou Jian, Chunjun!"

Since the fall of the Yue Kingdom, all the swords hidden by the former Yue King Gou Jian have been lost. And Wu Zhu had also seen the diagram and introduction of this sword in an ancient book from the Yue Kingdom.

Its flowers bloom like hibiscus, its blooms are like the rows of stars, its light is as muddy as water overflowing in a pond, its broken rocks are like loose rocks; its talents are as bright as ice released.

"My master seems to have said that this sword is Chunjun. I'll give it to you, do you want it?"

"What?"

This situation was so absurd that Wu Zhu couldn't accept it for a while.

"Who is your master?" After a while, Wu Zhu asked. Who could be so powerful that he could not only obtain the former king's sword Chunjun, but also bring it to his own palace? The power required behind this sophisticated plan was beyond imagination.

"Those guards of yours were all knocked down by my little trick. With such a heavy rain, the guards patrolling in your palace didn't notice it so quickly." The girl seemed to have read through Wu Zhu's thoughts and said so.

This woman is indeed not simple. She seems innocent and innocent, but in fact she is very sophisticated. Wu Zhu secretly thought in his heart, but he did not dare to look down upon the person in front of him.

"What's your master's problem?"

"It's very simple. My master only wants to ask you three words. Will you surrender?"

There was a roar, and Wu Zhu's heart felt like thunder. To surrender or not? Countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Finally, he suddenly realized and said, "Your master is the Prince of Qin!"

"You haven't answered my question yet?" The girl's face was dissatisfied, but her words were a sure answer.

Seeing the girl's coquettish expression, Wu Zhu felt funny in his heart for a moment, but after the smile passed, he felt inexplicably confused and asked: "So what if you surrender? So what if you don't surrender?"

"My master said that if you don't surrender, you can only let me kill you. My master said that you have not designated an heir now. If you die, you will definitely repeat the mistakes of the Yue King without borders, and the Minyue Kingdom will be scattered. Split. When the imperial army advances eastward, it will no longer be able to pacify Minyue. And if you surrender, it will be much easier. As long as you are willing to kneel in front of this pure Jun sword, swear to serve as the master of my family and protect it. This is a pure Jun. Then my master will naturally not make things difficult for you. On the contrary, he will protect you and the people of your country."

After the girl finished speaking, the smile on her face became even bigger. For this naked threat, the fear in Wu Zhu's heart even exceeded the overwhelming sense of humiliation. Wu Zhu had no doubt that if he said a word "no", the girl in front of him would turn into a bloodthirsty killer and come to take his life.

Without too much rhetoric, Prince Qin only gave him two choices, life or death. What is hidden under the cold choice, Wu Zhu is too clear. People are like swordsmen, and I am like fish and meat. The strong never need to show mercy to the weak. Although this girl, or rather the killer, took advantage of the heavy rain to sneak into the palace that was supposed to be heavily guarded. But there is a first time, who knows if there will be a second or third time. It would be easy for Prince Qin to take his life.

Wuzhu stepped down from the throne step by step and came to the pure Jun sword. He stroked the hilt of the sword with his hand, feeling the delicate carvings rubbing against his hand.

After a hundred years, this sword of the late king, the national treasure of the Yue Kingdom, finally returned to his hands and the hands of the Yue people.

"What's your name?" Wu Zhu raised his head and asked suddenly.

"Fire Butterfly." The girl still looked innocent and innocent, as if nothing had ever bothered her.

"Then Lord Huo Die, please tell His Highness the Crown Prince that the King of Yue has no wish to surrender!" Wu Zhu took a breath, then knelt down and swore to Chunjun: "Until this time, I shall die, and I will serve His Highness the Crown Prince as my king." Lord, never break your oath!”

"Very good. My master knows that the Minyue Kingdom has suffered a disaster, and the support materials will be sent soon." After the girl finished speaking, she turned and left the palace.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Crown Prince!" Wu Zhu nodded and thanked, his voice echoing in the empty palace.