I'm Really the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

Although he couldn't understand it, Shen Mingze had always admired the enthusiasm of young people, so he couldn't bear to pour cold water on Yi Huai at this moment.

But the villain's personality is doomed that he can't say anything good.

So he had no choice but to remain silent.

"My lord, there is one more thing. Can I see Song Sheng?" Yi Huai asked.

He didn't explain who Song Sheng was, he knew that Shen Mingze must know.

Shen Mingze looked at him carefully, the atmosphere was condensed, but Yi Huai was not afraid at all, and even raised his head and smiled slightly.

When did the relationship between them get so close?

This is not right.

Shen Mingze said in a cold voice: "Leave as soon as you see him. From now on, don't step into my prime minister's mansion again!"

Yi Huai was kicked out.

Looking at the closed gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he shook his head and laughed.

In fact, Shen Xiang's acting skills are not good, but why was he blind before and didn't find anything?

For so many years, Shen Xiang alone has supported the dynasty that is about to collapse. No one understands him. Did he ever feel lonely?

Shen Mingze had already sent someone a message.

Yi Huai saw Song Sheng in the Datong shop outside the city, and the other ministers were kicked out to work.

At the moment, there are only two of them in Datong shop.

The sound insulation of the Datong shop is not good, the door is open, and the guards are standing outside from a distance, keeping a distance where people can be seen but no sound can be heard.

Yi Huai turned around on his own, and was amazed: "The style of this house is a bit special."

Song Sheng poured him a glass of water—Shen Mingze didn't ask anyone to prepare tea for them, and said casually: "It is said that Shen Mingze drew the design drawing. Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yi Huai sat down and looked at him suspiciously: "You used to talk about Shen Xiang so calmly, let alone call him by his name—what did you find?"

Song Sheng used to call him "dog thief" and "bastard".

Remembering his previous attitude, Song Sheng changed the subject uncomfortably: "What about you? Didn't you call Mrs. Shen?"

"Of course I have my reasons, but I want to know your reasons now." Yi Huai looked very relaxed when he was getting along with his friends. He raised his eyes, with the pride of "You won't tell me" written all over his face.

Song Sheng smiled, without hiding anything, and told Yi Huai about their relationship with Shen Mingze in the prison.

He focused on describing the look in his eyes that impressed him deeply.

"I don't know what's going on, but his eyes are really strange."

Yi Huai listened without saying a word.

"It's just one... I can't say it, I can only feel that he didn't have any malicious intentions, but instead..." Song Sheng thought hard.

It seems like a long time.

"...I might know what it is." Yi Huai said, he felt his throat was a little congested, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Probably, guilt."

As a last resort, I feel guilty for putting these people in prison.

When Yi Huai was young, he read the biographies of sages. The book said that these sages throughout the ages were strict with themselves and lenient with others.

Even if they bear unimaginable pain and accomplish unimaginable things, they will still be too harsh on themselves for some of these flaws.

Before the world's worries and worries, after the world's joy and joy.

So it is difficult for the sages to be happy.

Yi Huai didn't believe it in the past, so why would someone be so full of thoughts and worry that they would trap themselves in a small cage instead?

He believes it now.

Because he saw it with his own eyes.

Shen Mingze, Prime Minister Shen.

Yi Huai thought how lucky he was to be able to follow the figure of this man and get a glimpse of the demeanor of a sage.

"Brother Yi Huai, what's wrong with you?" Song Sheng didn't understand, so he asked, "What did you mean just now?"

Yi Huai remained silent.

Before it's too late, if the news gets out and reaches the emperor's ears, not only will the prime minister be in danger, but his previous efforts will also come to naught.

Song Sheng was used to his friend's mysterious appearance, so he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, brother Yi Huai, you don't know yet, Shen Mingze seems to be suffering from a chronic illness, and it feels quite serious. I I saw it with my own eyes, he was talking well, but suddenly he vomited blood."

"What did you say?" Yi Huai's face turned pale, "What did you say about Prime Minister Shen?"

"Brother Yi Huai, what's the matter with you? Your complexion is very bad. But that day, Shen Xiang's complexion was even worse than yours now. At that time, there was no trace of blood on his face, and he looked like he was dying. Hey, why are you His complexion is getting worse and worse?" Song Sheng became at a loss as he spoke.

"I'm fine." Yi Huai waved his hands, leaning back on the chair exhausted.

Is that person dragging a sick body from beginning to end planning for the people of the world?

Yi Huai, Yi Huai, what have you done? !

He remembered that day in the middle of the hall, he watched the man being pressed on the torture instrument, his pale lips were tightly pressed, and his temples were wet with cold sweat...

At that time, he didn't care about it, the court staff mixed with so much water would at most only suffer some pain, nothing would happen.

Thinking about it now, it hurts so much.

... Did this punishment make his body worse?

Yi Huai closed his eyes in pain, it was all his fault, all his fault!

Blame him for being impulsive, blame him for not thinking carefully, blame him for being impulsive...

It was clearly his fault, but he let such a good person suffer for him...

Song Sheng carefully poured out the cool water in his glass and replaced it with a warm one.

"Brother Yi Huai, drink some water and relax. If you have anything to say, let's discuss it together."

Yi Huai took the cup weakly, shook his head, and said the same thing: "I'm fine."

Shen Mingze's power was devoted to the government and the public, and he couldn't find any kind of doctor, but he was still so seriously ill.

Doctors in the capital can't cure him.

Yi Huai kept the search for a miracle doctor in his heart.

Deep love will not last, and wisdom will be hurt.

Since ancient times, heroes are like beauties, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.

Fate seems to be extremely cruel to these people, but he doesn't want to accept fate like this.

There are people who devoted themselves to the sake of the common people and died, and did not hesitate to spare no effort——

Someone has to do something for them too.

Seeing that his face softened a bit, Song Sheng felt relieved, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, we are all here, don't always support yourself."

Yi Huai forced a smile: "You shouldn't tell me that."

"It doesn't matter who you talk to, brother Yi Jiang has a lot of headaches for you, right?" Song Sheng laughed.

"By the way, you don't need to come and see me specifically. I'm fine here."

Song Sheng hesitated and said: "Actually, I think he is not as bad as the rumors said, and he even invited a doctor to see a doctor for Mr. Wang Fu—although on the surface it is a guard who admires Mr. Wang's virtue and invites him on his own initiative, but if Without Shen Mingze nodding, this doctor can't get in."

"Of course he's not bad." Yi Huai murmured.

He got up suddenly, and made a very formal gift to Song Sheng: "Brother Song, can you promise me something?"

Song Sheng quickly stood up and hurriedly returned the salute.

"What are you talking about, I will help if I can!"

"Okay, listen to me first."

Yi Huai changed his mind. Before, he was worried about leaking the news, so he didn't dare to tell anyone, but this person didn't care about his body too much.

He had to find someone to watch.

……

"That's it. I'm going to Linxi County with His Royal Highness, and I'll leave soon. Brother Song, you are in the capital, you have to watch him for me! You have to help him more for me!"

After he said that, his tone suddenly became a little tough.

Song Sheng didn't feel offended, he was still immersed in the shock just now, dazed: "It's so, it's so..."

How can there be such a person in the world, who allows himself to be covered in mud, to bear a bad name, and to be criticized by thousands of people.

But he was still determined, and stepped into the swamp step by step, and in the most decayed depths, he brought out a lotus flower.

Song Sheng remembered that day when the wind blew the car curtain, he looked in through the gap, and caught a glimpse of the man's tired expression.

There was a wave of scolding behind him, he was so thin, he seemed to accept everything, and he didn't seem to care at all.

But, how could you not care...

Song Sheng looked dazed, "You're right, he really doesn't care about himself at all."

But whoever cherishes himself a little more will not allow himself to fall into such a situation.

"Brother Yi Huai, what can I do? How can I get out from here?"

He didn't want to be like a waste anymore, being protected by that person in this place, and let that person charge forward for them and devote all his energy to them.

But they didn't know anything, and even insulted the god who saved them.

Shen Mingze, who was buried in his desk, suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

He stopped writing, frowning.

What did Qi Heng do again?

"Do our people know the news channel between Ning Guangchong and Ning Jinghuan?"

"My lord, everything is under control. We checked twice, and they only have one channel, and the content of the letter is also some irrelevant family affairs." The confidant on the side replied.

This is not surprising.

Shen Mingze wrote down two names on the paper: Zhou Yue, commander of the Jinwu Guard, and Ning Guangchong, general of Zhenxi.

The reason why the emperor is so stupid and can sit so securely on the throne is largely due to the loyalty of these two people.

It has almost reached the point of stupid loyalty.

One guards the door for the emperor, and the other protects the emperor. They are two sharp blades facing outward.

It's a pity that the emperor was always worried that one day the knife would turn over and hurt himself.

The emperor didn't know the way of the emperor and the art of controlling people, so he could only come up with one idea-to find hostages.

Ning Guangchong's son Ning Jinghuan was detained in the capital, and Zhou Yue's daughter Zhou Sirou was adopted by the queen as a foster daughter and raised in the palace.

It was precisely because of the emperor's repeated distrust and repeated temptations that the two of them were forced to retreat step by step.

In the end, he became a strong and powerful support force for Qi Heng, the son of destiny.

What Shen Mingze is doing is to speed up the process.

"If there is a letter from Ning Guangchong inquiring about the movement of the court, all will be withheld and sent back with a prepared fake letter."

"Yes."

"Tell Xu Jie that he can leave now. After the matter is completed, I will give him enough wealth for the rest of his life to help him leave the capital."

"Yes."

half an hour.

"Has the prince set off?"

"The fourth prince has already gone to the woods outside the city, and Shizi Ning is also there, do we want it?" The confidant asked with a stern expression.

Shen Mingze laughed when he thought of the assassin who came to assassinate him yesterday.

Young man, you are still too impulsive.

"Do not care."

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The author has something to say:

Come, come, my favorite part is coming!

Asking Yi Huai to perform a "logical self-consistency" for everyone, Song Sheng has already been limped.