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

Chapter 271 What happens after the initial enthusiasm cools down?
No one dared to disturb the host family's epic battle.

The night sky was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

However, this is nothing to the highly sensitive demons and monsters.

The newly joined companions surveyed the yard and then jumped onto the roof in a few leaps.

The adorable little fox sat quietly and elegantly, gazing at the dark sky above.

Throughout their journey, the little fox didn't actually ask Mingchen much about his family.

It simply found Mingchen amusing.

A trendsetter who stirs up the winds and clouds, he is valued by powerful rulers, and he is also close to demons, able to see through their transformations.

Traveling with him would be an interesting journey.

But now that I've actually arrived at his home, I can't help but be shocked.

The demonic energy swirled, and demons danced wildly.

This small mansion is hiding a lot of messy things!

Can he really... do it?

My thoughts were racing when suddenly a dark shadow flashed before my eyes.

Suddenly, a pure black lazy cat jumped onto the roof and came into view.

The cat didn't speak, but tilted its head and looked with interest at the intruder who had entered its territory.

The little fox also turned its head to look at it, its gaze lingering on the tuft of white fur on its forehead.

"Humph!"

It snorted: "You're a lackey too!"

The cat came closer and swatted at it with its paw.

You've taken over the cat's territory and are now cursing at it! Take this cat punch!
"Humph!"

How dare you! My Fox Fist is not without its merits!

……

Visiting the palace first was indeed a wise choice.

After returning home, Mingchen didn't want to go anywhere else and indulged in his love for several days in a row.

Tap tap open! Tap tap open!

Luckily, I'm in good health, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to withstand his actions.

The autumn sky was clear and the bright sunlight streamed down from the dome, making the air feel fresher.

Mingchen stepped out of the room, stretched, and let out a soft breath.

To be honest, Mingchen is quite content with his life now.

Those in high positions of power and wealth can indulge in petty corruption and bully others when they have nothing better to do...

My personal needs have been largely met.

After a night of intense fighting, my whole body is a bit sore and numb.

I went into the martial arts training ground in the courtyard and did a set of punches to warm up my body.

"You brat, you come back and don't even bother to talk to your master?"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the tattered military flag trembled slightly.

The sprightly old ghost general appeared before him.

Mingchen just smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do, I'm very busy, please forgive me, teacher."

Guo Chongyun: ...

You'd better be really busy!

"You've been away from home for so long, have you encountered anything interesting? Tell me about it."

Shy Butterfly is a taciturn person; she's never said a word.

It's not as good as my disciple's storytelling voice, so vivid and expressive.

Mingchen rolled his eyes at him.

again!

Talking to His Majesty and his sister Dai was like sharing his experiences with the people he admired, and he was happy to brag a little.

But what's the point of talking to a grumpy old man?

"Then let me tell you about the Battle of Yueyang."

Different people have different priorities, and Mingchen also knew what the old man liked to hear.

"Oh?"

The old man's eyes seemed to brighten a bit: "Tell me about it, tell me about it!"

The monk exuded an unpleasant aura, and when he arrived, Guo Chongyun didn't go over to eavesdrop.

"That day..."

Mingchen, unusually patient, began to tell stories to his cheap teacher.

"Oh?"

The old man was momentarily dazed upon hearing of the gods and ghosts entering the arena, muttering repeatedly, "Has the war... become like this? Is it no longer something that human beings can control?"

"Do not."

Mingchen shook his head: "This situation is special. It's rare for Dong Zhuo to use the power of the whole country to serve a ghost."

Speaking of which, when Old Dong was thrown back by Fuyao, he forgot to ask His Majesty how he was dealt with.

There's been no movement from the Immortal Jade Records either.

Guo Chongyun glanced at Mingchen and remarked, "This Wang Huai is quite a character."

He was a commander and knew the ins and outs of the military very well.

Having more troops is not necessarily better.

Commanding 10,000 people is a completely different concept from commanding 100,000 or 1 million people.

The personnel scheduling, task allocation, rules and order, and the use of supplies are all matters of expertise.

The more people a mediocre person leads, the faster they will perish.

Upon hearing Mingchen mention that hundreds of thousands of people had surrounded Yueyang, Guo Chongyun couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This era is truly turbulent, with fierce competition and heroes vying for attention.

It's a shame, if only he could have seen it for himself.

Seeing that Guo Chongyun seemed to be reminiscing, Mingchen asked him, "Old Ghost, do you have any wishes?"

"wish?"

Guo Chongyun glanced at Mingchen. Why did he suddenly ask about this?
The old general paused, seemingly with some anticipation, and said, "My wish, of course, is that you can inherit my mantle, and it would be even better if you could publish a book."

The disciple he had unwittingly taken in was incredibly talented, far exceeding his own potential.

"We can look at the battlefield again later..."

"What if the world were at peace and there were no more wars?"

"Wouldn't it be a good thing if there were no more wars?"

Will you stay here forever?

Guo Chongyun chuckled upon hearing this: "Hey, you rascal, what's gotten into you after your trip? You've become quite sentimental! No one stays in one place forever..."

This kid seems to have changed a bit since he went on that trip.

It's not as infuriating as it used to be.

Mingchen looked at the sword tassel fluttering on the tattered military flag and said calmly, "Old Ghost, you need to promise me something."

"If I take you to the battlefield in the future, I don't want to look back and find that I can't find you."

"If you do not respond to me, I will never take you to the battlefield again."

Mingchen is a very contradictory person, and many people close to him don't understand him.

Guo Chongyun was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, and his smile unconsciously became more amiable.

"it is good."

Mingchen looked him in the eyes and said firmly, "A gentleman's promise is heavier than a thousand pounds!"

The old general waved his hand: "I am a rough man, not a gentleman, but I know that there is no joking in the army."

As the two were talking, a beautiful figure walked out of the room.

Mingchen was immediately drawn over and waved to Lao Gui, "Alright, Lao Gui, go play by yourself, my sister is here."

Guo Chongyun: ...

He must be out of his mind to think this guy isn't annoying anymore.

"What's wrong? You've suddenly decided to practice martial arts?"

"Didn't you find martial arts training boring and tedious?"

My sister has been quite tumultuous these past few days, doing a lot of ridiculous things when she gets emotional.

She felt weak all over, but thanks to her excellent biological clock, she still got up very early.

The female general, her face flushed, leaned closer and asked Mingchen.

Perhaps because she had been eating so many peas, she seemed to have softened up a bit, and her tone of voice even seemed to have changed a few times.

Mingchen said with a chuckle, "Let's stretch our muscles a bit~"

"You need to stretch your muscles to fight better!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yu rolled her eyes at the wicked man.

He said he knew perfectly well what 'combat' meant.

The two flirted and teased each other for a while.

Mingchen suddenly remembered something and asked Lingyu, "His Majesty told me that you have something to tell me. What is it?"

He's not stupid; judging from Xiao Xinyue's behavior, it's basically a narcissistic guess.

Now all we can do is wait for Ling Yu to give him a straight answer.

Ling Yu paused, her memory swirling, and finally she remembered what His Majesty had said when he summoned her earlier.

The most important point of contact between the two was none other than Mingchen. This meeting had nothing to do with their roles as ruler and subject; everything returned to its original state—it was simply two women who had fallen in love with the same person meeting.

Xiao Xinyue made no attempt to hide anything and openly explained to Ling Yu that she liked Mingchen.

She then recounted to Ling Yu all the things they had experienced together along the way, and the feelings that had touched her heart.

This was not a boast or a demonstration; it was simply a frank statement, expressing his feelings to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu is someone Ming Chen cares about, and if possible, Xiao Xin Yue hopes everything will be peaceful and stable.

Ling Yu had similar thoughts.

This matter should be decided by Mingchen; she herself has no objection.

Mingchen is just like that; he's a free spirit, unrestrained and unconventional.

If you like someone like him, you have to accept his characteristics.

Thinking about all sorts of trivial matters, arguing and fighting, and trying to control things more and more will only push him further and further away.

Ling Yu also has things she wants to do, has a resilient core, and doesn't need to think too much.

We've done so many ridiculous things with the little bird that we don't mind adding another one.

However, Xiao Xinyue's identity is quite shocking.

She pursed her lips and asked Mingchen, "What do you think of His Majesty?"

Mingchen understood immediately from Ling Yu's words.

He pinched Ling Yu's cheek and said softly, "Where's my sister? She's my wife, aren't you angry?"

Ling Yu simply looked at him and asked in return, "Do you like me?"

"Like it!"

Will you always love me?

"meeting!"

Ling Yu smiled at him, the fierce female general concealing all her sharp edges in front of her beloved: "That's enough!"

"I support you no matter what you want to do."

Mingchen pulled her into his arms, gently pressing his forehead against hers, and kept saying, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"

"You're quite the smooth talker. If that's the case, why did you come back so late?"

Ling Yu rolled her eyes at him, unusually saying something that was somewhat out of character for her.

Mingchen, thick-skinned as ever, just chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Indeed, this matter truly deserves punishment!"

"Then punish me by making me kiss my wife more often tonight~"

"Yeah~"

Go away!

In the end, that invincible general who was a killing star, that Marquis of Jing'an who planned to rule the world... were just young men around twenty years old.

……

The new Qianyuan area is peaceful and prosperous, a place of national prosperity and peace.

Mingchen and his wife are living a sweet and loving life together since Mingchen returned.

In contrast, the ancient capital and former imperial city east of the Shenjiang River present a completely different scene.

The battle between Yueyang and Yueyang has been over for almost half a year.

The Great Qi occupied the capital Yueyang, completely destroying the Chen Kingdom, and never waged war again.

The repeated wars, burning, killing, and looting have thoroughly ravaged the land and people in the east.

This period is needed for rest and recuperation. Even if the Great Qi wanted to launch another military campaign, it wouldn't be able to afford it.

However, it is not a good thing for a train traveling at high speed to suddenly stop.

Various drawbacks have become apparent.

The north was never part of the Great Qi's territory. To conquer a piece of land, one must appease it, promote ideals, and gradually assimilate it until its resources can be fully mobilized and developed to the maximum extent. Only then can it be considered truly conquered.

It is absolutely forbidden to kill those who surrender, or to burn, kill, or loot.

Winning public support is difficult, but destroying it is easy.

Moreover, once it collapses, even a god cannot save it.

War serves politics; otherwise, it is meaningless.

However, as an uprising of the common people, the Blood-Clad Army did not have such a clear political goal.

Ultimately, it's a story about a group of passionate people fighting and killing each other for a shared ideal and a hatred.

The north is not within the Blood-Clad Army's sphere of influence, and few people there believe in it.

This battle was fought very quickly; in just over a year, the Chen Kingdom was destroyed, and the largest piece of land was captured.

However, the Blood-Clad Army's barbaric burning, killing, and looting made the people on the land thoroughly hate this new dynasty.

The Great Qi lost the hearts of the people, which were the most important thing to them, and this would breed endless troubles.

Even after Wang Huai stormed the capital and slaughtered countless aristocratic families, powerful nobles, and corrupt officials who had long suffered under the oppressive rule, he could not erase this hatred.

Wang Huai was originally just an ordinary citizen like everyone else, and people did not recognize this ruthless man who came from the same background as them as their leader.

The idea of ​​universal harmony between heaven and earth can never be realized in an era filled with class distinctions.

The Blood-Clad Army stopped, but the chaos in the world did not.

People everywhere were suffering and resentment was rampant.

Countless people became outlaws and bandits.

People who wanted a peaceful life simply couldn't survive; they were either exploited by the government or robbed by bandits...

The world was in chaos, and the people suffered terribly.

The reaction from the Great Qi was overwhelming.

Countless people crossed the Shen River to join the new Qian Yuan dynasty.

Many messages gradually spread to the east: the Empress Qian was renowned for her virtue and was a legitimate member of the Qian Yuan royal family... People earnestly requested that the new Qian Yuan dynasty quickly send troops eastward to eliminate the traitors and restore peace to the world.

It was only in the south, where the Blood-Clad Army originated and where their ideology was deeply ingrained, that things were somewhat better.

However, due to loopholes in the political structure, the people were prone to shouting slogans but did not engage in production, thus squandering their resources and weakening the nation's overall strength.

After taking control of Yueyang City, the impatient Wang Huai made several foolish moves.

Forcibly restraining his subordinates damaged his prestige and led to internal rebellion.

……

"Brother, the people here don't like us!"

“There are also many people rebelling below.”

"We can't collect taxes either, and we've run out of food."

"Yueyang City is no longer suitable for us to stay in, let's leave quickly!"

"Let's go back to Xiaoyao City, make it our capital, settle down there, recruit talented people, and gradually make our move..."

"Xu Zhongling has already amassed 50,000 troops in the southeast to attack our southern cities. If he cuts off our retreat, we will be finished in the north."

Yueyang Palace

Wang Liu looked at her brother with great emotion, her voice urgent and sorrowful.

He infiltrated the capital as a rebel, living in constant fear, but at that time he had a spirit in his heart, full of hope, and always believed in the future.

But now, all sorts of bad news are coming in, and the future, which was shrouded in layers of fog, is becoming clearer.

His initial energy gradually dissipated, leaving him somewhat desperate.

He is a discerning man. The Blood-Clad Army is in a precarious situation, like a castle in the air built of rotten wood, which will collapse with the slightest breeze.

This imperial city is drafty and filled with dissenting voices. Although it is wealthy and prosperous, its reputation is too bad to be suitable for them.

The Blood-Clad Army brutally severed all the powerful and influential families in the capital. While the hatred on their side was appeased, the deeply entrenched and centuries-old powerful families had a complex and intricate network of influence that extended to the provinces, including many other wealthy clans under their protection. These people also came to hate the Blood-Clad Army.

The whole world is their enemy, and there is resistance everywhere.

They occupied a large amount of land, but got themselves into a lot of trouble, as the resources they allocated were simply not enough to feed themselves.

It is true that Mingchen was his benefactor.

But he was also a liar. Mingchen tricked them into coming to stir up a hornet's nest and to die.

Wang Huai entered the city eager to reorganize military affairs and kill people to establish his authority. He acted too hastily, and some people took advantage of this to spread the story that Wang Huai was not worthy of wealth and honor and killed meritorious officials, which led to a mutiny within the army.

Everything is terrible.

A few days ago, Daqi showed his big eyes again.

The old dynasty's powerful officials were uprooted, and the new dynasty was in dire need of rebuilding and management.

Even with Wang Huai's extraordinary talent, he was destined to be overwhelmed with other matters, so he opened the imperial examination to publicly recruit scholars for the exam.

There were indeed a few talented people, but after they gained fame and official positions, they openly wrote poems to mock the Qi emperor for his rudeness and recklessness, and to spread his delusions of grandeur. Even when they were arrested and killed, they laughed and showed no fear.

This completely humiliated Wang Huai, turning the imperial examination into a joke.

"That despicable Xu Zhongling!"

Wang Huai sat upright in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, surrounded by a blood mist, his face gloomy.

Hearing her younger brother's sorrowful pleas, she swayed her body and slammed her fist on the table in anger.

Conquering the world is difficult, but stabilizing it, winning the hearts of the people, and governing this ravaged land is even more difficult!

When the Blood-Clad Army rose up in the South, the influence of the capital was far-reaching and beyond the reach of the central government. By simply raising a high point, one could command a hundred responses, and like-minded people flocked to join them.

But after heading north, everything changed.

Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at.

The Hegemon was a powerful hero, with unparalleled bravery throughout history, yet he ruled the world for less than a year before all the fiefdoms he granted rebelled.

Wang Huai possesses a kind of courage and ambition that inspires admiration and longing, making people want to follow him.

It can inspire soldiers to fight bravely and die for it, making them invincible on the battlefield, with no one able to stop them.

However, there are always things he is not good at. When he arrived in Yueyang and the war stopped, Wang Huai clearly felt the gap in his knowledge and understanding. He felt that his mind and eyes were not enough. He simply did not have these insights.

Not everything can be accomplished with passion alone. What happens when the passion cools down?

(End of this chapter)