As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 213 Murder in the Street, Ling Yu Returns
"My lord... um, my lord, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"Please spare me this time!"

"what……"

Zhao Qian wailed as he was carried out by the servants.

He seemed to anticipate what he was about to experience; he was drenched in cold sweat and his face turned deathly pale.

Some things are only four ounces when you don't weigh them, but once you do, they become incredibly heavy.

He still endured the pain and called out to Mingchen.

The sound echoed in the lobby, gradually fading into the distance.

An eerie silence fell over the entire ordnance bureau. Several craftsmen kept their eyes down, secretly watching the young marquis, remaining silent.

"Tsk, you even managed to embezzle it."

Mingchen curled his lip, seemingly somewhat disdainful.

He didn't even have a chance to sneak a little money in before!

There are only so many resources. Who do you think you are? If you've embezzled them all, what will I embezzle?
"Who did this?"

Mingchen fiddled with the exquisite firearm in his hand and asked the foreman in front of him.

"Forehead……"

The foreman twitched the corner of his mouth, then replied to Mingchen, "My lord, this... this was made by Zhang Chitian. He's no longer with the Ordnance Bureau."

"Oh?"

Mingchen raised an eyebrow: "What's going on?"

"Because of Lord Zhao..."

……

"Young master, are these firearms really that important?"

The sun was shining brightly, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the willow branches swayed in the wind.

While the north is blanketed in snow and wind, here the weather is sunny and mild, though a bit chilly.

A handsome young man, wrapped in a fur coat, strolled along the street, walking his little white dog with a cute little red bird perched on his shoulder.

Few people know that this man was the Marquis of Jing'an, who led eight hundred cavalrymen to break through the Xiongnu and became famous throughout the world.

In this day and age, without cell phones and computers, staying at home all day would just lead to boredom.

Dipping beans in the bird's bean sauce is indeed a pleasant experience, but you can't dip beans in the bean sauce 24 hours a day, can you?

It's nice to come out and wander around when you have nothing to do, and think about new toys.

"Aren't bows and arrows much better than this?"

The little bird glanced at the firearm in Mingchen's hand and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Mingchen gently shook his head: "This is just the beginning... Fuyao has a future with even greater potential."

“A skilled archer needs years of practice to develop arm strength and accuracy, but one can become proficient in using firearms in just a few months.”

"Archers get tired after drawing their bows for a while, while firearms do not require much physical strength."

"This thing has a stronger penetrating power and killing power than bows and arrows."

Mingchen played with the little toy in his hand and said with a smile.

Although Zhao Qian gave him a bunch of junk, the sample he had was still pretty good.

They were walking down the street when they heard a commotion ahead.

……

This appears to be a newly opened blacksmith shop, with a hot air blasting on the exterior and a dazzling array of farm tools displayed inside.

"Young Master Zhao, I have already left the Ordnance Bureau, why are you still pursuing me?"

"If this matter escalates, it might also affect Lord Zhao, wouldn't it?"

A shirtless middle-aged man stood in front of the door, looking somewhat helpless as he addressed the group of people in front of him.

In front of him was a young man, dressed in rich clothes, but extremely thin, like a chopstick.

He brought a large group of people who blocked his doorway.

Upon hearing Zhang Chitian's words, the man's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained standing in front of the door, his face full of disdain: "What impact could it have? Who are you trying to fool?!"

"Uncle Zhang, where have I been chasing after you?"

"Rui'er and I are deeply in love, why do you always stand between us?"

Zhao Weichuan looked at him with a smile: "My father values ​​you so much and thinks so highly of you. If you give your daughter to me, our two families will become even closer. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"I'll talk to my dad about it later. You can come back, and I'll even promote you. What do you say?"

His father actually forbade him to come here again, and forbade him to cause trouble.

The new dynasty is not like the old dynasty with its corrupt bureaucracy; its foundation is not clean, and it could be uprooted if it is not careful.

However, he couldn't stop thinking about that girl.

His father held a high position, so it's unlikely there was any connection between them.

Zhang Chitian was strong and looked honest. He cupped his hands towards Zhao Weichuan and said, "Young master, my daughter is uncouth and of humble origin. I am afraid she is not worthy of my status. Besides, I have no intention of going back."

The reason he left the Ordnance Bureau was because his daughter had offended the leader's son.

Zhao Qian was no saint either, and Zhang Chitian was just an ordinary craftsman with no powerful connections. They were afraid that this powerful person would scheme against them and make things difficult for them.

So he left before anything happened.

Unexpectedly, this young master of an official family has followed us all the way here.

Looking at the arrogant young master in front of him, he felt somewhat helpless.

People at the bottom of society are truly powerless in the face of these powerful and wealthy individuals.

The new dynasty had strict laws, and it was particularly harsh in punishing officials who abused their power or manipulated authority.

However, the premise is that he can really punish the other party. He dares not use his whole family to test whether he can break the stone on the other side with an egg.

Zhao Weichuan stepped forward, shamelessly saying, "It's not difficult at all, how can you say they're not a good match? I say they are! I like Rui'er very much~ Uncle Zhang, please don't break them up!"

As he spoke, he glanced into the blacksmith's shop.

Just then, a rough, angry roar came from inside the blacksmith's shop: "Bullshit!!!"

"What do you mean by breaking up a couple? Who's in love with you?!"

A tall figure carrying a hammer strode out of the blacksmith's shop from the back room.

She is a girl, but how should I put it... her demeanor doesn't seem like that of a girl.

She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, revealing the muscular outline of her arms and her curvaceous figure. She had an outer garment tied around her waist, and her skin was wheat-colored. Her hair was simply tied in a ponytail. Her face should have been beautiful, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and she looked dashing, but it was covered in dust and looked somewhat dirty and messy.

She came running from the inner room with swift steps, carrying a heavy iron hammer in her hand.

She was taller and stronger than the average girl, with a somewhat hoarse voice and vulgar language. She showed no regard for the gentleness and fragility of a woman, and was like a tyrannical lioness, glaring fiercely at Zhao Weichuan and his group.

Such temperament is quite rare in girls.

"Rui'er, what are you doing out here?!"

Zhang Chitian frowned slightly as he looked at the girl who had run out, and said to her, "Go back quickly."

The girl lost her mother at a young age and was raised by him.

He never remarried, neglected to discipline his daughter, and didn't know how to discipline her, resulting in her becoming a blacksmith's daughter.

She has a fiery temper and is not gentle or virtuous at all. Her hobbies are also different from those of ordinary girls. I wonder what kind of husband she will find.

But in any case, he loved the girl.

The Zhao family is no good, and that young master Zhao has a long history of misdeeds. We absolutely cannot push the girl into a pit of fire.

"father!!!"

"These thugs are bullying us!"

Zhang Ruier was somewhat indignant. She pointed her iron hammer at Zhao Weichuan and his group, saying, "The laws of the new dynasty are strict. I'm going to report this to the authorities!"

"Eh?"

"Rui'er, you're really wronging us!"

"Why should we report this to any official? What crime have we committed?"

Zhao Weichuan leaned against the door, his gaze aggressively sweeping over Zhang Ruier: "Can't we even stand in front of your shop for a while? Ruier, false accusations can land you in jail!"

"Why don't you just give in to me? Let our two families become sworn brothers, what do you say? I promise I won't treat you unfairly!"

Such a beautiful and unique woman is like a wild horse, easily arousing a man's desire to conquer.

He had never been with a woman like this before.

"you!"

Zhang Ruier was taken aback by his words. The look in his eyes disgusted her, and she felt even more disgusted looking at Zhao Weichuan, who was as thin as a chopstick: "Who gave you permission to call me Ruier?"

"You incompetent wastrel, you're nothing but a spoiled brat who abuses your father's power!"

The Qian Yuan dynasty under Your Majesty's rule is thriving, but it is full of people like this who are corrupting the atmosphere of the dynasty.

"You who have committed many evil deeds will be punished by Heaven sooner or later!"

Because this man had taken a liking to her, causing her father to leave the Ordnance Bureau, Zhang Ruier hated herself, and hated the greedy and lecherous villain in front of her even more.

"kindness?"

Zhang Ruier's words seemed rather sharp to Zhao Weichuan.

He frowned, his smile vanished, and his expression darkened: "Incompetent wastrel?"

"Hey, Ruier, what are you saying? Then we'll all come and guard your door every day from now on."

He waved his hand, and the thugs behind him laughed and echoed him.

"Hahaha, we'll listen to Young Master Zhao!"

"We've just been wandering around, we haven't done anything, so Rui'er doesn't need to bother reporting us to the authorities..."

These people are blocking our way; they'll never have a good life again.

Zhang Ruier, holding a hammer, glared fiercely at Zhao Weichuan: "You!"

Enraged, she wanted to take a few steps forward and smash that smug face to pieces.

"Rui'er, what are you doing? Don't use a weapon to commit violence! Be careful, you're breaking the law!"

Some pedestrians watched the farce from a distance, discussing it amongst themselves with sighs of dismay, but no one went forward to say anything.

The less trouble, the better.

Nobody wants to mess with these people.

But, right now.

"Whoosh!"

"what!"

A gasp suddenly came from the side.

The next instant, a figure pounced over and fell down next to the smug Zhao Weichuan.

A thug was lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking out, groaning in pain, clearly badly injured.

"kindness?"

Zhao Weichuan stopped laughing instantly, frowned, and turned to look in the direction from which his subordinate had flown.

"what?!"

Exclamations of surprise came from all around, as if someone was approaching.

However, in the next instant, before they could even see who it was...

"Snapped!"

A slap landed on his face, the force of which knocked him to the ground, making him see stars.

He abruptly raised his head and roared, "Who?!"

Following his gaze, a handsome young man in a white fur coat stopped and walked over with a smile.

He was truly handsome, a carefree playboy, dashing and unrestrained. Even the woman in the blacksmith's shop was momentarily stunned by his appearance.

Who is this person?

The same question arose in everyone's mind.

How could you so recklessly beat the son of a powerful figure? Aren't you afraid of future retaliation?

"Are you Zhao Qian's son?"

A soft voice sounded in his ear, and something slightly cool seemed to touch Zhao Weichuan's forehead.

In my dazed state, a smiling young face came into view.

"Um...yes, you are..."

His father is his label, his pride in this life.

Zhao Weichuan nodded subconsciously.

What an audacious fool! He even dares to call his father by his given name.

Everyone knows he is Zhao Qian's son, how dare this person be so rude?

However, before he could even utter a question, his eyes widened in terror, and his words abruptly stopped.

The man said no more, just kept smiling, and gently pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, smoke billowed, the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, and a scorching bullet pierced through a skull.

A few drops of crimson blood splattered and landed on the spotless white robes. The mangled, rich young master collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

He died quickly and peacefully, without feeling any pain.

The thing Zhang Chitian created himself took the life of the person who was in trouble.

This father and son are really something else. They're greedy and domineering, bullying men and women. They've done everything that Mingchen wanted to do.

"This……"

"This……"

"Murder...murder..."

Everyone, from the local thugs and hooligans to the women in the blacksmith's shop and the onlookers, was shocked.

He stood there stunned for a moment, his mind blank.

This strange young man, wielding a strange weapon, immediately and without hesitation killed the son of a powerful nobleman.

Who is he?
Mingchen didn't care about the stares of those around him, nor did he care about Zhao Weichuan lying lifeless on the ground. He was too lazy to say anything, as if he had done something insignificant.

Foolish and arrogant people can never be eradicated. These are clichéd stories that play out every day, in every era.

Mingchen wasn't actually interested in these mundane family relationships.

He killed corrupt officials and those who oppressed the people; his actions were justified and based on evidence, and did not constitute a blatant violation of the law.

Given his current power and status, he should have some privileges, including law enforcement authority.

Besides, he is the one who makes the laws, so he is not required to abide by them.

He glanced at the tall, rough-looking woman, then turned to Zhang Chitian, brandishing the firearm in his hand, and asked, "Did you make this?"

This thing is well made; it's fired three times already, and no problems have been found yet.

"Forehead……"

Meeting Mingchen's gaze, her briefly blank mind finally began to function again.

Zhang Chitian recognized the item in Mingchen's hand, after all, it was one of his own products.

This thing was difficult to make; it took him a long time and a lot of effort to create it.

This handsome young man didn't care at all, killing Zhao Weichuan as easily as crushing an ant. He must be an extraordinary person.

He didn't know the other party's purpose in coming here, whether it was out of goodwill or to interrogate him, but he had no right to control his own destiny.

Zhang Chitian simply nodded honestly and replied, "Yes, sir, I did it."

"it is good!"

"well done!"

Mingchen smiled and nodded, casually tossing a token onto the table: "Go to the Ordnance Bureau tomorrow and do what you're supposed to do."

There are some things that are inconvenient to say in public. He needs to further assess the person's abilities to see if he can bring his ideas to fruition.

Mingchen never underestimated these skilled people from the common people.

Excellent craftsmen are the nation's treasures; they can create dreams with their own hands, making this trip worthwhile for him.

Workers were so valuable in the early days of the People's Republic of China!
Perhaps we should talk to Xiao Xinyue about it and start working on improving the status of the working class in society.

"Um...yes..."

Zhang Chitian nodded blankly, and by the time he came to his senses, the handsome young man had already left in full view of everyone.

The people were so shocked that they spontaneously made way for him.

Time seemed to resume its flow only when it disappeared from sight.

From the moment Mingchen appeared to the moment he left, only a few breaths passed. He came, killed someone, asked a few questions, and then left—the whole process was swift and decisive.

"Ah! Murder...murder!"

Several thugs who followed Zhao Weichuan swallowed hard. Their leader had been killed in the street, and they didn't dare utter a sound. They felt like they had been given a second chance at life and scattered in terror, not daring to cause any more trouble for the people here.

"This...this is murder? What should we do? Let's report it to the authorities."

"Who... is that person?"

"I feel like I've seen him somewhere before. He looks familiar."

"He must be an extraordinary person."

"That young master Zhao is no good person. Just wait and see... I bet the announcement will be coming soon."

"..."

Not only did they beat up that powerful figure, they even killed him in the street.

The onlookers also secretly glanced at Zhao Weichuan's body, whispering and discussing amongst themselves. Some speculated about Mingchen's identity, while others discussed the fate of the Zhao family... It was foreseeable that this matter would become a topic of casual conversation among the surrounding people.

Just then, a cry of surprise broke the silence from inside the blacksmith's shop.

"Marquis Jing'an!"

Zhang Ruier stared wide-eyed at the token in her father's hand and exclaimed in surprise.

The token bears the character "靖" (Jing) in a flamboyant, calligraphic style. In this city, in this dynasty, this character represents only one person.

Two kings vied for one man, eight hundred cavalrymen slashed through the Xiongnu, the youngest marquis in history... Marquis Jing'an, Mingchen.

This explains why the opponent, so young, could kill Zhao Weichuan so decisively. In front of the Marquis of Jing'an, let alone Zhao Weichuan, even if his father were tied up, he wouldn't be worth a fart from that Marquis.

Zhang Ruier stared in astonishment, her eyes sparkling with emotion. In that brief moment, that flamboyant and unrestrained face was deeply etched into her mind, unforgettable.

So he was the Marquis of Jing'an!
As expected... he is a hero just like in the legends.

Undeniably, Mingchen's face, the legend it left behind, and the decisive things he just did... all have a great impact, and he is stunning in every aspect.

Zhang Chitian stroked the token, and couldn't help but let out a soft breath, his heartbeat quickening uncontrollably.

He knew that Zhao Qian was finished.

He also knew that his life was about to take a turn, and it seemed that... he was about to latch onto the strongest and most powerful backer.

……

"What would Fuyao like to eat tonight?"

Murder seems to be just a trivial matter.

The murderer, the subject of much discussion, still swaggered around the streets, walking his dog and bird, and talking about what to eat for dinner.

The little white dog's eyes lit up instantly at the mention of food, glistening with moisture as it looked expectantly at Mingchen, waiting for him to continue.

White Wolf will be a dog in the Jing'an Marquis's mansion for the rest of his life.

Back here, in just one month, it had completely accepted its identity as Mingchen's mount and pet.

Food and lodging included, delicious food... what a miserable life he lived on the Xiongnu grasslands, eating raw meat and drinking blood!
This is what we demons should eat.

However, at this moment,
"Hey~"

The sound of galloping horses came from afar.

The dinner that the white wolf had been longing for never materialized.

Mingchen unconsciously raised his head and looked across the city moat at the other side, where the official road was a fast route for those on official business.

The willows by the river swayed in the wind, and the brave soldiers who had fought far away returned home.

Without realizing it, a smile crept onto his face.

"drive!"

Three fine horses galloped along the official road.

Leading the group was a valiant general, clad in armor and helmet, which concealed his handsome face. A few strands of his black hair fluttered in the wind.

The female general was exceptionally fierce and heroic.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked to the side.

The target was precisely focused on one person.

The wealthy young man, who was walking his dog and bird, stood on the street, looking at her with a smile.

Their eyes met, filled with tenderness.

After that, the bustling city had no more scenery; all the beauty was due to him.

Brother Chen... Husband...

I'm back, I missed you!
A stern and ruthless general on the battlefield.

At this moment, however, she seemed to have shed all her indifference, and unconsciously curled the corners of her lips into a faint smile, which was uniquely charming and incredibly beautiful.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The horse neighed and galloped towards the palace, disappearing from sight.

'Ling Yu is back!'

The little bird on the shoulder also noticed the departing general, and its eyes squinted slightly, looking somewhat dazed.

In a sense, Ling Yu was the principal wife.

This monster of hers secretly seduced Mingchen's mistress while he was away; it must be something that can't be brought to light.

However, birds have never had any concept of hierarchy or shame.

She's a demon!
She met the young master much earlier than Ling Yu, and she understands him better and likes him more.

Her affection was pure and unadulterated; she didn't care about anything else.

At this moment, the little bird's eyes darted around, a sly smile playing on its lips, as if it were plotting something extraordinary.

We're all family, sharing the same blanket!

Over the past month, she has completely lost all sense of shame.

When she had nothing better to do, she would provoke Mingchen into starting a big battle, and her methods were even more varied than Mingchen's.

Her combat experience far surpasses Ling Yu's.

They are not on the same level, and their mindsets are completely different.

Some even looked forward to what interesting things would happen after Ling Yu returned.

Mingchen had no idea what his broken little bird was secretly plotting.

But unconsciously, his voice became a little hurried: "Let's go home!"

He was a romantic, but not a heartless one.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder...

He missed his silly older sister terribly, having not seen her for so long.

(End of this chapter)