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

Chapter 223 Departure, Ghosts and Gods

"Son~"

A small red bird flashed by.

When Mingchen returned with the rat and the dog, the delicate creature landed on his shoulder.

She said to Mingchen, "The Blood-Clad Army has already reached Yueyang City."

After Zhang Boxing died, Mingchen, having nothing better to do, sent her out to keep watch and scout the situation. He couldn't let her be lazy all the time, just like when they were kids.

Although the Qian Yuan dynasty is currently holed up in a remote corner of the southwest, this does not mean that it is closing itself off from the world and ignoring external changes.

"Yeah~"

"My Fuyao'er, you've worked hard."

Mingchen stroked the little bird and said with a smile.

The mouse consciously left and went to the backyard to farm.

The dog, after being glanced at by the red bird, also ran to its food bowl and prepared to eat.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work~"

The little bird blinked, a mischievous glint in its eyes: "Young master, I want a reward~"

He pinched the little bird's neck, his eyes turning dangerous: "Alright, alright! I'll reward you properly!"

"Hee hee~"

"Young master, please don't pity me~"

very good!

The little bird on the second floor of the brothel, who knew nothing back then, grew up rapidly.

Mingchen: ...

"Brother Chen, I'm back."

After Mingchen played with the little bird for a while, a female general dressed in black strode in from outside the door.

"I'm telling you, today's court session..."

The female general, who presented a cold and aloof demeanor to the outside world, changed completely once she entered the mansion and met the person she longed for.

People often have certain stereotypes about special people.

Ling Yu was indeed a famous general, and a hero who had killed hundreds of enemies.

However, for a woman, these are all disadvantages.

Who doesn't love a woman who is as gentle as water?
At least from the perspective of that era, no man would dare to marry a woman like Ling Yu.

Their social status is self-evident.

However, when it comes to the purest form of love between a man and a woman, people have some regrets about Mingchen's marriage.

However, those who gossip about her ultimately cannot appreciate Ling Yu's beauty or her gentleness.

The valiant female general approached her husband, her voice softening slightly, and began to recount the events that had transpired in the court.

Rounding up, it's equivalent to saying that he went to court tomorrow morning.

Mingchen instinctively put his arm around Lingyu's waist, hugged her affectionately, and said sarcastically, "Is that so... the warriors of the grasslands are quite quick at sliding on their knees."

It's been less than a year! And they've already given up?
Ling Yu shook her head: "You think you haven't caused them enough trouble?"

Mingchen chuckled lightly, his mischievous hands gently caressing Ling Yu's body: "Hey~ how can you call me a menace! I didn't do anything! Sister, don't slander me~"

Being enemies with Mingchen is a tragic thing. Sometimes you are tricked and destroyed by him, and you can't even find the reason. You can't find the culprit to be resentful, and you have no way to take revenge.

The gentle spring breeze caresses the lover's face.

As an old married couple, Ling Yu was used to this. She glanced around and let the man be.

However, what this person said next made her heart leap into her throat.

"I'm planning to leave Kiritori in a few days."

Mingchen rested his head on his older sister's shoulder, gently inhaling the faint orchid scent emanating from her, and whispered.

Today is the last inspection. For the time being, Xiao Xinyue's Qian Yuan doesn't need him to stay here and oversee things. He just needs to play it safe and develop his strength.

Industry and agriculture are the foundation of national development, while soldiers and weapons are the sharp blades that defend the country.

Craftsmen steadily manufacture tools, while research and development advance the technology tree.

Farmers also continued production in an orderly manner and accumulated grain.

On the soldiers' side, recruitment was proceeding in an orderly manner, and soldiers were being trained by people like Ling Yu. Weapons were also being produced in a steady stream.

The longer Qian Yuan can develop and remain stable, the more powerful it will become, capable of unleashing a force that will shake the world.

Craftsmen are climbing the technology tree, farmers are planting improved seeds, and gods are training soldiers... all the buffs are already maxed out.

Even if Bei Lie builds a water channel, it will still not be able to keep up with the current development speed of Qian Yuan.

Mingchen couldn't stay idle, so he stayed in Jiqu. His daily life consisted of nothing more than dipping beans, walking the dog, and walking the bird.

The Blood-Clad Army has already reached Yueyang City. He wanted to go and see if his elder brother, as a powerful outlaw, could break into that bustling capital and overturn the world.
There was also a meeting with the Jinglan Alliance; he wanted to see just how beautiful the alliance leader, blessed by the sea, must be.
Let's head north and see how the irrigation canals in Beilie are doing. Does that cheap friend, the Northern Emperor, still remember him?
Only by reviewing these people and gathering their intelligence can one know how to dominate the world.

"what?"

Ling Yu paused, her whole body tensed, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"The battle between the Blood-Clad Army and the State of Chen is almost over, and I want to go and see."

"I also want to visit the Jinglan Alliance and Beilie."

Mingchen spoke gently to his wife.

"kindness……"

Mingchen had mentioned before the new year that he would go to the Jinglan Alliance.

Time flies, and she was very happy during this period, almost forgetting about the incident.

After the tension subsided, Ling Yu let out a soft breath and turned to meet Ming Chen's eyes.

The older sister's bright eyes reflected Mingchen's face. She didn't say anything about being reluctant to part, nor did she ask any questions or show any concern. She didn't say anything more.

He simply said, "Go!"

They are all free people.

Mingchen never restricted her from going to the barracks to train or from going to the battlefield to fight.

He never forced her to live like an ordinary woman, devoted to her husband and children, spinning and weaving.

Conversely, she wouldn't restrict Mingchen's freedom.

Mingchen's charm comes from his unpredictability and flamboyant, unrestrained nature.

Mingchen looked at his older sister's eyes with unwavering trust and love, and asked softly, "Sister, aren't you coming with me?"

Ling Yu smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you at home."

Although she had promised Mingchen she would go with him last time, and she really wanted to go with him, she knew in reality that she couldn't.

Just like Mingchen can skip court, but she has to attend.

When Mingchen went out to travel, she always stayed at home, in Qianyuan.

Otherwise, even if Xiao Xinyue didn't mind, it wouldn't look good in the eyes of the court officials.

Your family has two outstanding figures, one scholar and one warrior, holding such high positions in the imperial court, and you just leave like that?
They've all left their country, what are they planning to do in an enemy country?
So she can't leave!
Mingchen is going on a long journey, so she will stay here to protect the home for him and wait for his return.

On the other hand, she is Mingchen's wife, so she should act like a proper wife.

Mingchen pinched her delicate face and simply smiled, "Sister said she would wait for me at home last time, but she didn't keep her promise!"

Home!
This is their home. The people and demons in this mansion are all his family. He has already taken root here.

Even while wandering and traveling, there was always a kite string tugging at him.

Ling Yu immediately raised her hand and said confidently, "This time I will definitely keep my promise!"

As if to prove something, the reserved and somewhat naive older sister leaned closer to Mingchen and gently placed a kiss on his face.

The couple, married for less than a year, looked at each other like this.

Suddenly, Mingchen seemed to remember something: "Oh right, I almost forgot!"

"elder sister!"

He glared at Ling Yu and said fiercely, "You'd better explain to me what's with the name of the thing Zhang Ruier created? It's clearly Invincible?"

In an instant, the faint melancholy brought on by parting was dispelled.

Ling Yu paused, then reached out and covered her lips, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"What's wrong? What do you mean by 'clearly invincible'? What is Chen-di talking about? I don't know!"

"But it sounds pretty good! The person who chose this name is a genius!"

People say that the longer you spend time together, the more alike you become. As you exchange more genes, you gradually develop some of each other's traits.

Look at this silly older sister, when did she become so cunning? She's even learned to lie through her teeth.

"Humph!"

"Fine, fine! Fine, fine, Ling Yu!"

"I'll show you what you're made of! I'll make you a genius!"

The next instant, Ling Yu felt dizzy and was suddenly swept up in someone's arms.

"ah!"

The female general gasped and instinctively hugged the man tightly.

Ling Yu has a very good foundation in martial arts. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child. She can control her body to do anything. She had a thousand ways to break free when Ming Chen hugged her, but she did nothing and did not struggle. She let him hug her and enter the inner room.

"Cuckoo~"

"Put me down! What are you going to do?!"

"Brother Chen, watch out or I won't be so polite!"

"Hmph! Now you don't have a choice!"

Seeing this, the little red bird shook its head helplessly and flew inside. There was really nothing she could do; they'd already started fighting, and she had to step in to break it up!

……

The Lingyu Legion, usually well-behaved and of average combat strength, became quite fierce and unrestrained when parting, always launching attacks at night.

Even when their vital points were being exploited and they were under heavy attack, they still managed to mount their horses and launch an offensive without any hesitation.

The formations that were usually unable to be deployed were used without restraint in this decisive battle, resulting in torrential rain that flooded the seven armies and the major battle.

The army fought to the very last moment, until they were exhausted, fell from their horses, and were pierced through the body by sharp blades.

The next day, the bright sun shone through the window, and dappled sunlight fell on the general's peaceful sleeping face.

Those who dislike saying goodbye have already quietly left their homes.

This trip didn't involve any international missions; it could be considered a vacation.

Mingchen did not bring any attendants or soldiers.

The little bird had never left his side, and this time was no exception. Even the dog, who usually just ate rice at home all day, was dragged out of the house; after all, you have to drive a supercar to go out!
If this continues, the majestic white wolf will truly be turned into a silly husky.

Long Lian volunteered to go with Ming Chen, and Ming Chen agreed.

Yao Yao wanted to go out, but Ming Chen didn't want to move the flowerpots, so he had no choice but to leave her at home.

Old Ghost doesn't like places outside the battlefield.

The lazy cat and mouse stay at home all the time and don't move around.

It's worth mentioning that during this time, the cat also contributed five displaced hairs to him; I wonder which unlucky ones had their fates changed.

This thing isn't particularly useful to Mingchen right now; it's just a simplified teleportation tool.

It's a pity that it can't be given to someone else to use.

The children at home, the emperor in the court, and relatives and friends... have all been said goodbye to.

The sun rises in the east, and the sun shines brightly.

The handsome young man's eyes reflected the sun, a bird perched on his shoulder, a small snake slithered into his arms, and he was filled with anticipation.

Let's go!

"Brother...you took Yunyao away last time!"

"Can I come with you this time?"

Suddenly, a child's hopeful question reached my ears.

……

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty..."

"The blood-clad rebels have already reached the capital!"

"Why don't we move the capital north and temporarily avoid the enemy's advance?"

"Request reinforcements from the Jinglan Alliance, and give them horses!"

"Your Majesty, if we wait until the Blood-Clad Army surrounds us, it will be too late!"

"Hurry up and get ready, let's retreat!"

……

In the new Qian Yuan, all the buffs have been maxed out by Ming Chen, creating a thriving and hopeful scene.

However, the scenery here in the old capital, Yueyang City, is completely different.

Dark clouds loomed over the city; a storm was brewing.

The fierce Blood-Clad Army has already cleared all the obstacles in their path and is about to besiege the city.

No matter how strong Yueyang's city walls are, they are nothing more than a cornered beast fighting desperately. Even if 100,000 troops are mobilized, once the Blood-Clad Army surrounds the city and blocks its retreat, the Chen Kingdom will surely perish.

Chen Guo is like a crumbling building; picking up a single brick will cause the entire structure to collapse.

Many people, seeing that the situation was not good, had already fled.

The city is now a place of extravagance and decadence, where even the most prosperous cities are no longer what they once were. Everyone is insecure, fearful, and shrinking back in fear.

The imperial court was rather deserted. The military generals had all died on the battlefield, and nearly half of the civil officials had been killed by Dong Zhenghong. The rest were all sycophants.

The entire bureaucratic system of the Chen Kingdom is not functioning properly, but since the territory they manage is decreasing, there is no need to worry.

This short-lived nation collapsed in less than a year after Dong Zhenghong announced the change of the country's name.

Destruction is imminent.

In the imperial court, several officials, their faces filled with fear, pleaded with the emperor who sat high on the throne.

The loyal ones are long dead.

The rest are nothing but sycophantic good-for-nothings.

How could they stand tall and muster the courage to face those ferocious, blood-stained soldiers?

They will only flee in panic.

No one could have imagined that a rebellion launched by ordinary people would cause such a horrific disaster as the destruction of a nation.

They had already chickened out, and they had even sent people to the Blood-Clad Army to negotiate, hoping to stop the war.

Ceding land, giving away money and resources... all of these are acceptable.

However... the ending was nothing more than the delivery of the messenger's head.

The Blood-Clad Army is a bunch of madmen; all they want is war, and the complete annihilation of a nation.

The last defending city has been captured, and soon the Blood-Clad Army will be at the city gates.

There is only one way to go now.

Move the capital!

Move the capital!

The Blood-Clad Army is chasing them; they can simply escape.

The Blood-Clad Army came from the south; by moving the capital north, they could avoid the Blood-Clad Army's sharp edge.

To the north, there is an ally, the Jinglan Alliance. We request their military support, as it may offer a way out.

The imperial court, which controls the fate of the nation, was now as noisy as a vegetable market.

Even those in positions of power and authority are afraid of death and filled with anxiety... In the end, they are just ordinary people, and among them, the most timid and cowardly.

"Quiet!"

The enthroned king patted the armrest of his throne.

Time flies by, and if Mingchen were here, he would probably be surprised.

In less than a year, the old man on the throne seemed to have changed.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were sinister, and he sat in the highest position wearing a crown. He exuded an eerie aura, hovering between life and death. A cold wind howled, and behind him seemed to be a shadowy figure that was both real and illusory.

Since the founding of the state, Dong Zhenghong has worshipped at the Tongyou Temple every day and believed in ghosts and gods. Since then, strange changes have occurred throughout the territory of the Chen state.

Dong Zhenghong also gradually changed. He seemed to have grown taller, and his temperament changed drastically, becoming increasingly gloomy and unpredictable.

Originally, it still had human-like features, and could be treated and speculated upon in a human way.

Now it's more like a ghostly dragon, impossible to fathom.

"Moving the capital?"

"Escape?"

The chilling words, carried with them a bone-chilling wind, seemed to shift the entire atmosphere of the court.

Dong Zhenghong raised an eyebrow, his gaze peering down at the group of people below through the gaps in the crown.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea, the boundless land of death, this is my territory!"

His smile was ferocious and insane, a mixture of fear and arrogance, as he obsessively declared, "Why should we retreat?"

Dong Zhenghong has gone mad; he has sold his country and his soul to ghosts and gods.

This was the consensus among the court officials after he began to worship ghosts and gods.

This country is beyond saving and is on the verge of collapse.

However, the next moment, Dong Zhenghong had barely finished speaking.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of rumbling sounds came from the earth.

Amidst the officials' panic, a sinister aura surrounded the hall, and strange figures emerged from the shadows around the main hall.

The headless giant, with a robust and enormous build, carrying a chain axe, walked step by step to the side of the officials and knelt on one knee.

A chilling wind swirled around, and a grotesque figure with one arm, one eye, one ear, and one leg, a sinister grin on his face, hopped aside, a thin knife slung over his shoulder.

An old man carrying a strange lantern that emitted bursts of bloody light, his entire body covered in blood, slowly walked over and stood still.

"Hehehe~"

A series of sinister laughs echoed, and a faceless figure emerged from the shadows. It had no facial features, no mouth... yet it emitted eerie laughter.

One by one, eerie figures approached. Dong Zhenghong lowered his eyes slightly, his old face seemingly blurring, his voice carrying an ethereal quality: "I will not retreat, I will fight to the death."

A chilling wind blew, and the officials around seemed somewhat dazed. The scene before them shifted and changed, existing between reality and illusion, as if they had traversed life and death and arrived at the underworld. In the main hall, ghosts wailed and blood surged...

These mysterious and unpredictable supernatural beings appeared in the imperial court, the political and cultural center of the country.

All the officials were terrified and filled with fear.

Few of the powerful and wealthy have clean hands; their riches and honors only fuel their fear of death and ghosts. They stood there, trembling and stunned.

Ever since Your Majesty began to believe in ghosts and gods, something has been wrong with the entire Chen Kingdom. People often see ghosts. But nothing has ever been as profound and terrifying as today.

Among them, a young man lowered his eyes slightly, his expression shifting with a hint of unease, and his face was solemn.

My brother's great victory is just around the corner... This traitor Dong has come up with all these demons and monsters again. I hope everything goes smoothly.

……

(End of this chapter)