The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

In the dark forest late at night, a carriage was walking on a wilderness path.

"My lord, Qin Gou is still following you." A horseman came up from behind. The carriage paused for a moment. Wei Jiu leaned out of the window and listened to the report of his men.

"It's really difficult for these people, you are really doing your duty!" Wei Jiu smiled, seeming to be appreciating, but also seeming to be sarcastic.

"Lord, do we want to change the location of the transaction?"

"No need, the mountains around here are criss-crossed and there are many forked roads. If they take some more detours, they will soon get lost in these vast mountains."

"Yes, Lord."

After Wei Jiu finished his instructions, he sat back in his car. He held the yellow copper box in his hand and silently said in his heart, I hope this transaction goes smoothly!

Just as Wei Jiu said, his carriage circled the deep mountains for a long time, and the Qin State's iron eagle warriors gradually got lost in the hairpin-like roads.

The car slowly stopped, deep in the mountains, along the large open space under the mountain wall, there were already a dozen people waiting.

These dozen people have ghostly faces and long hair, and are all dressed in silver armor. The leader was independent in front of everyone. Under the moonlight, his long silver hair was dancing, his starry eyes and sword-shaped eyebrows, and he was extremely handsome.

Wei Jiu jumped down from the carriage, holding the copper box in his hand, and walked up to the silver-haired young man, with two guards behind him.

"Master Wei Jiu, how have you been on your journey?" the silver-haired young man said, cupping his fists and saluting.

"Qin Gou is annoying, but he has been left behind. Master Tian Heng, have you brought me what I need?" Wei Jiu briefly introduced the situation and then went straight to the topic.

"Please take a look." Behind Tian Heng, a Jixia soldier holding a box quietly moved forward and opened the box in his hand.

There is nothing else in the box, only three pills.

"Does Master Wei Jiu need to check these three immortal pills?" Tian Heng asked.

Wei Jiu waved his hand, and one of the two guards behind him, a middle-aged man with a beard, came forward and checked the box. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he nodded to Wei Jiu.

The transaction between the two parties went smoothly.

Tian Heng held his fists at Wei Jiu and said, "By the way, I have a message for Lord Wei Jiu. Our people found traces of snares near Anyi."

"What?" Wei Jiu was shocked and asked, "Who are the killers in Luowang?"

"Six Sword Slave." Tian Heng's answer made the worry in Wei Jiu's heart burst out. The Eight Swords of the King of Yue are the eagle and dog of the Prince of Qin. The arrival of Six Sword Slaves means that Prince Qin has set his sights on the land of Anyi. This is not good news for Wei Jiu who wants to cultivate power in Anyi!

"Thank you, Lord Tian Heng, for informing me." Wei Jiu thanked him.

"We are all in the anti-Qin alliance and should help each other."

"Sir Tian Heng is so righteous." Wei Jiu said goodbye, turned around and got into the carriage. Tian Heng and dozens of dead soldiers from all over the country took the rope lock and jumped up onto the mountain wall behind them.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"The plan remains unchanged, return to Anyi City." After Wei Jiu finished speaking, he put away all the immortal elixirs in the box close to his body. For Wei Jiu, three real-life pills can create three masters in an instant, and it can also allow his subordinates to reach the master level. It will be of great significance to the future revival of Wei State.

"Unexpectedly, Qi Ren actually took out three real-life pills?" Wei Jiu's subordinates sighed.

"Qin destroyed six kingdoms, and only Qi surrendered without a fight. Their family wealth is very rich, which is not comparable to that of us Wei people." Wei Jiu said with some envy.

…

"Sister."

In the lively street, Wangqiao and Wangyou took Ying Ziyi shopping.

Behind them were Wei Lao, who was worried and insisted on coming, and Wei Bao, who had been clinging to the two girls like a candy these days.

As for the evening, various lanterns are hung on the streets.

"Junior brother, you have to remember to follow me. If you get lost, you won't be able to come back."

Wangqiao took Ying Ziyi's hand and said lovingly.

"..." Ying Ziyi looked at Wangqiao with a smile on his face. But in his heart, he couldn't help complaining: his brother just lost his memory, but he didn't become mentally retarded.

Wangyou couldn't help but smile in his heart when he saw Wangqiao, who was just like teaching a child. These days, she and Wang Qiao couldn't help but help Ying Ziyi recall the past, but with little success. However, in Wangyou's heart, he was immersed in the harmonious atmosphere of being together day and night.

Behind the three of them were Wei Yu and Wei Bao who looked unhappy.

These two people, one saw his precious daughter holding the hand of a poor boy without hesitation, and the other saw his sweetheart walking around this boy, they both felt itching with hatred.

The two of them were desperately looking for topics to talk about, trying to get in between the three people in front of them. But it had little effect.

"Look, there's a fortune teller in front of you, why don't we go and have a fortune teller!" Wei Bao couldn't find anything to talk about, so he randomly pulled one over.

What Wei Bao was referring to was a Gua stall located on the corner of the street, which was located in a quite secluded location. In fact, the location chosen by the stall owner was not good, and the business was very low, but the stall owner didn't seem to care. He sat in front of the short case, leisurely and contentedly took a copy of the Zhouyi, and looked through it. The din all over the sky seemed to have nothing to do with it.

The two women found it strange and pulled Ying Ziyi closer.

"Stall owner, let's tell fortunes." Wei Bao walked in front and said.

The man put down the bamboo slips in his hand, glanced at Wei Bao first, and then looked at Wangqiao who was walking in front behind Wei Bao. After that, the middle-aged fortune teller's eyes never left Wangqiao again.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you looking at?" Wei Bao said with some dissatisfaction, and secretly cursed the old pervert in his heart.

Ignoring Wei Bao's rebuke, the look of surprise disappeared from the fortune teller's gentle face, and he said to Wangqiao: "Young girl has a very noble face, and she will be the mother of the emperor in the future."

"What did you say?" Wei Yu and Wei Bao shouted at the same time, looked at each other, but fell silent at the same time, each thinking in their minds.

Wangqiao pointed at himself with a look of disbelief on his face, "Me? Mother of Heaven? Sir, are you kidding me?"

"I never joke." The fortune teller said with a serious face: "The girl looks like this, and I just follow what the hexagram says."

After Wangqiao heard this, he sneered and said, "The current crown prince of Da Qin is Ying Ziyi. I am the emperor's mother, am I going to marry him in the future?"

Having said this, Wangyou also laughed, thinking to himself, how could this be possible?

There was only Ying Ziyi, who was blocked by Wei Bao. Looking at Wangqiao at this moment, his heart was filled with butterflies in his stomach.

The fortune teller did not speak. After looking at Wangqiao, he looked at Wangyou again, then shook his head and sighed: "Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad fate, and girls have too many knots in their hearts. If you can let go of your obsession, you may get good results. "

Wei Bao's heart was stirred by the fortune teller's words. He pointed at himself, his body trembling, and asked: "Me, what about me?"

Wei Bao's movement revealed Ying Ziyi behind him. When the fortune teller looked at Ying Ziyi, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly saluted everyone and said, "Sorry, I'm closing the stall today."

The stall owner ignored the short-form books, hexagrams and compasses on the stall, picked up his legs and left.

"It's inexplicable." Wangqiao said with a puzzled look on his face as he looked at the fortune teller who had fled.

"Senior sister, don't worry about the gods and ghosts." Wangyou comforted him.

"That's right. He also said that I want to become the Son of Heaven. Do you think I will marry Ying Ziyi in the future?" Wang Qiao snorted and said with disdain. "Let's go, junior brother."

Ying Ziyi was in a daze, but when he heard Wang Qiao's call, he said a few good words and followed him.

"My daughter will become the Son of Heaven. Haha!" Wei Yu couldn't help but say in her heart. When she looked at Wei Bao again, her expression had changed.

Wei Bao's thoughts about his daughter and her senior sister were not unknown to Wei Bao, who had become a mature woman. Originally, the Wei Bao family was a well-known powerful person in the neighborhood, so there was nothing wrong with marrying his daughter to him.

But after hearing what the fortune teller said today, Wei's mood became high. If your daughter will be the Son of Heaven in the future, then her husband must not be a mortal!

This Wei Bao is tall and has a handsome face. Wei Wei originally liked her very much, but now she seems to be a bit picky and dissatisfied with everything.

When she spoke to Wei Bao again, her tone had become polite and polite, not as familiar as before, "Nephew, let's go!"

How could a man as smart as Wei Bao fail to see the change in Wei Lao's tone? He was not annoyed and said with a smile on his face, "Okay, Auntie."

But at this moment, Wei Bao had something else in mind. Regarding Wangqiao, he has a feeling that he is determined to win.

…

The fortune teller hurriedly returned to his home, a wooden house in a back alley in the east of the city.

But when the fortune teller returned home, he didn't care about anything and just packed his bags.

Two changes of clothes and some money. The fortune teller packed up and prepared to leave, even ignoring the room full of bamboo slips that he usually regarded as treasures.

"Is it still too late?" The fortune teller was about to go out, but he felt a vague murderous aura coming towards him.

"I am just a fortune teller. I am trying to save my life in this world and just want to live a stable life. Why are you so hard on me?" The fortune teller sighed, sat down and said.

"Who knows that I bear the name of my lord? Why should my lord be too humble?"

Golden flames ignited out of thin air, illuminating the entire wooden house. Concubine Yan appeared out of thin air, with a smile on her crystal smooth face.

"Concubine Dongjun Yan." The fortune teller actually recognized Concubine Yan. After a while, he sighed and said, "You are here, which means I was right."

"Oh?" Concubine Yan blinked her dark eyes and smiled, "What did you see?"

"The appearance of that young man is all false. He used extremely miraculous illusions to cover himself. And I counted on my fingers, but I couldn't figure out the fate of that young man. As far as I know, there is only one person in the world today. To have such a destiny.”

"Sir Xu Negation, you know that the more you know, the more miserable your end will be. What you just said is not what a wise man should say."

Xu Negative smiled and said, "Master Dongjun is here, are you prepared to save your life?"

"Sir Xu Fu has been famous for a long time. If he dies suddenly and suddenly, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of interested people. It disturbs the peace of Anyi, so please let me go!"

Concubine Yan had no intention of killing Xu Negi, but just invited him out of the house. Outside, there were several ghost-faced warriors waiting.