I'm Really the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

The more the emperor thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Zhou Sirou is different from Ning Jinghuan.

Ning Guang Chong is far away in the frontier, so it is hard to reach Ning Jinghuan.And Zhou Sirou and Zhou Yue were too close, so close that Zhou Yue could enter the palace at any time to rescue her.

He used to think that his plan was foolproof, but after hearing Shen Aiqing's words today, he suddenly felt that there were loopholes everywhere.

Otherwise, just try it out?

Look how loyal Zhou Yue is...

The emperor's face changed again and again, and Shen Mingze took advantage of the opportunity to say goodbye: "Your Majesty, I will not bother you any more."

He answered the system in his mind: [Just talking casually.The emperor still trusts Zhou Yue too much, so I will plant a seed of doubt in him first. ]

[Why plant seeds?In the original plot, without you talking nonsense, Zhou Yue would have gone the other way. ] The system asked puzzledly.

Zhou Yue was the one who completely reversed the situation. It was he who opened the palace gate, rushed into the palace with Qi Heng, put the sword on his neck, and forced the emperor to write an abdication edict.

[That's because Zhou Sirou died. ] Shen Mingze sighed.

In the plot, Zhou Sirou only had one name.

It seems that the only purpose of her existence is to commit suicide one day and leave a suicide note, so as to push her father Zhou Yue into the camp of the Son of Destiny.

The system understood: [You are reluctant to let others die. ]

Shen Mingze didn't deny it, and went on to say: [I haven't made up my mind yet, but I have to let the emperor do something before Zhou Yue can make up his mind to rescue Zhou Sirou from the palace before she commits suicide. ]

However, in this case, Zhou Sirou's safety must be guaranteed.

It seems that the few nails he buried in the harem can be moved.

Zhou Sirou sat by the window, looking into the distance with ecstasy.

Since she entered the palace when she was seven years old, she never went out again.

The time in the palace passed very slowly every day, but when she recalled the past, she felt that it was just a moment.

Her memory became distant and blurred, only the image of her father holding her hand and teaching her to dance a small wooden sword before she was seven years old became clearer and more profound.

"Princess, what are you looking at?" Bi Ying was the maid and playmate she brought from home.

Zhou Sirou looked at the sunshine outside in distress: "It's going to rain, Dad doesn't like to hold an umbrella, he always runs into the palace, and he will get wet again."

"That's because the commander loves the princess and wants to see her sooner!" Bi Ying said with a smile, and leaned over to the window: "Your servant sees that the weather outside is fine, why does the princess think it will rain?"

Zhou Sirou propped his chin and pointed out the window: "The little birds are flying too low."

She added: "Why does Daddy love me so much?"

Bi Ying guessed that she was homesick and wanted to divert her attention, so she joked with a smile: "The princess is the commander's daughter, and she is so beautiful, smart and considerate. If the servant is the commander, of course she will love the princess very much."

Zhou Sirou smiled lightly.

Biying didn't know, but she was genuinely wondering.

Why does her father treat her so well? They get together less and leave more, and they don't have much time to spend together.

She has been locked here and has never done anything for her father.

She is a useless child who can only become a burden to her father, making him stretched and restrained everywhere.

Why is it that her father still loves her so much?

It would be nice if he didn't love her so much, and his father could do more things he liked without worrying about affecting her.

"Princess, the Empress sent a set of jewelry." Qing Que held the jewelry and put it on the table.

Zhou Sirou turned her head, her eyes only glanced at the set of jewelry: "Understood, the maid who came to deliver the things hasn't left yet, let her send a message, just say that I like it very much, and I will go to thank you later."

Qingque led the order and went out.

Biying looked at Zhou Sirou's expression: "Princess, are you unhappy?"

How can you be happy when you live under the fence?

The emperor used her to shackle his father, so why didn't he use his father to shackle her?

She dared not cry, dare not be willful, dare not be disobedient...

Although the emperor would not touch her, he would reprimand and punish her father.

Sometimes Zhou Sirou would think that it would be fine if she had never been born.

Shen Mingze slowly got into the carriage and went outside the city. Someone had been waiting for him there all morning.

Just in case, he specially found something for Song Sheng to do today.

In the absence of Song Sheng, Shen Mingze was sure that no one would still have weird filters for him.

Meanwhile, outside the city.

At the foot of Lanshan, there is a "manor" that is surrounded on all sides. Few people know that this "manor" is just a show, and there are only a few Datong shops at present.

There is only one door to go out here, and it is guarded by many people.

This morning, when the sky was not completely bright, several carriages stopped at the door.

Several old people were anxiously standing outside the carriage, looking around.

He wanted to see when Shen Mingze would arrive, and also wanted to see if he could see his fellow prisoner through the wooden door.

Wen Xuzhi sat quietly in the carriage, silent.

He felt that his thoughts were very complicated, worrying about Qingchao's future for a while, and remembering the meeting with Shen Mingze at night.

Before leaving, he said to Song Sheng, "Be patient, it will be fine." At that time, it was just a word of comfort.

But Song Sheng said to him, "Wait a little longer, everything will be fine."

This is not a consolation, but a prophecy.

hold on……

Is there anyone, what is being done?

What does this mean, it's almost done?

Wen Xu's thoughts and Song Sheng's attitude let out a long breath.

Shouldn't it be...

Is it related to Shen Mingze?

Chen Shiyuan gently opened the curtain of the car, and saw Wen Xuzhi's absent-minded eyes without accident, "Brother Xu, brother Xu? Don't even think about it, do your best and obey the destiny. We have already done what we can, and it will be counted." Next, the late Emperor will not blame you either."

Wen Xuzhi's eyes slowly focused, and suddenly asked inexplicably, "Brother Shiyuan, if you want to save Qingchao, what should you do?"

Chen Shiyuan said helplessly: "You are embarrassing me. If I had a way, I would have used it long ago."

Wen Xuzhi was unexpectedly stubborn, as if he must get an answer: "I don't care whether it can be completed, you can just say it."

The old people who heard the conversation around also gathered around.

"I think, to save the Qing Dynasty, at least one emperor must be replaced first!"

"Hey, Brother Lin is really bold, aren't you afraid that the walls have ears?"

"What are you afraid of? Life is a pile of meat, and death is a pile of dirt."

These old people who have nowhere to serve their country have put their life and death aside at this time, chatting very presumptuously and carefree.

Wen Xuzhi slightly closed his eyes.

How can I change an emperor?

First of all, you must have power, and you must be able to use power.

Then you are qualified to choose an heir and use your power to support him on the throne.

Wen Xuzhi thought of Qi Heng, the fourth prince who was far away in Linxi for disaster relief.

He has been paying attention to the situation in Linxi, so he naturally knows that the disaster relief there is going well. The fourth prince has been praised for this incident, and there is a faint trend of people's aspirations and expectations.

But how did it go so smoothly?

It is not an exaggeration for the fourth prince to say that he was penniless when he set off, and the court did not provide any help.

Even if the fourth prince is smart and has a way to solve this kind of predicament, how come Shen Mingze doesn't make trouble at all?

If he doesn't want the fourth prince to succeed in disaster relief, he can always make trouble, even if the trouble fails, at least he should take some action.

But Shen Mingze didn't move at all.

This kind of laissez-faire can only show that he knew about this matter and he allowed it.

Even, he supported it!

... Mingze, is the Fourth Prince your chosen one?

Wen Xuzhi knew that he was reluctant to think this way.

But if this is not the case, how to explain Song Sheng's attitude of guilt, distress, and admiration?

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and looking around, he could vaguely see the luxurious carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Wen Xuzhi watched the carriage gradually approaching from afar, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He both hopes that his guess is true, and fears that his guess is true.

——If it is true as he guessed, how much suffering has Ming Ze, who he regards as his own, suffered all these years?How should he face him?How to compensate him?

The carriage stopped slowly.

Wen Xuzhi looked at Xuan Ran Xiaju's figure who got off the car, he thought, just try it out and you'll know.

No matter what the truth is, one must always live soberly.

Shen Mingze doesn't know that the danger is coming, and he is very eager to continue his villain script.

"Good morning, my lords, oh no, I can no longer be called an adult now." Shen Mingze gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, this is still the yin and yang of systematic studies.

"You also know that we have already resigned, so why don't you follow the agreement and release him?" Chen Shiyuan said angrily with a "hum".

Shen Mingze gestured to his confidant beside him, who nodded.

The gate of the "manor" opened, and a group of servants surrounded Wang Fu and the others and came out.

Wang Fu and the others don't look good.

Coarse sackcloth, disheveled hair, and stains on his face, he looked like a refugee fleeing from a refugee. Anyone who looked at it felt that he had suffered a lot.

A mild-mannered person like Chen Shiyuan has already begun to quietly wipe away his tears.

Wang Fu and the others were also very pleasantly surprised to see their friends, and hurried to join them.

The guards next to him didn't stop them either, so the two groups of people got together smoothly.

I haven't seen you for many days, and I have a thousand words to tell.

They are not young anymore, but at this moment they are as excited as children, chattering and a little noisy.

Wen Xuzhi looked at them carefully, and saw that they were only a little dirty, but they were not injured, and they were in good spirits.

Can't help but affirm the guess in my heart a little bit.

He quietly glanced at Shen Mingze.

The other party stood a little far away from them, and compared with the bustle on his side, it made his surroundings extraordinarily deserted.

Wen Xuzhi couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Mingze should have stood by his side.

Back then, none of them among the old guys didn't like Mingze.

Every time I asked him to meet, I strongly urged him to bring Mingze with me.

Mingze used to be the one who attracted the most attention from the crowd no matter where he went, always bright and dazzling.

It's not like now, standing alone in the distance, standing alone and hanging from each other.

Wen Xuzhi suddenly didn't dare to look at it anymore.

This is his proudest, favorite, and most distressed student...

This person is now thin and thin, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Could it be that you are lost and sad?

Do you also feel wronged and tormented?

Shen Mingze was happily teasing the system, when he suddenly felt a strange feeling, he asked suspiciously: [Xiao Yi, are we being targeted? ]

[No, this is an ordinary world, who can keep an eye on you. ] The system held a cup of milk tea and replied casually.

makes sense.but--

[Is it true that your robots can't short-circuit when they drink drinks? ] Shen Mingze asked sincerely.

The system took a big sip of milk tea: [Don't confuse me with a lowly robot. ]

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The author has something to say:

Shen Mingze: At first, I really just wanted Qi Heng to be exiled for a plot.