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

Chapter 310 Someone is about to break

"Sister, comparing the two, do you prefer Ji Qu? Or do you prefer this place?"

Everyone was very busy when we arrived in Yueyang.

Next, a ceremony to worship Heaven will be held, and various activities will require officials to send personnel to organize them.

However, one lazybones took advantage of everyone's busyness and sneaked away.

Not only did he leave, but he also took away the upright and brave general.

Mingchen has never liked doing these tedious things.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, so these tasks can be delegated to others.

Since it's a rare opportunity to return to the capital, I naturally want to take my wife for a stroll in the streets.

Mingchen dragged Lingyu around Yueyang City.

Both were young and beautiful; the man was handsome and the woman was charming.

They strolled hand in hand through Yueyang City as if no one was around, with their little white dog on the leash.

This combination drew admiring glances from those around them from time to time.

His carefree and unrestrained demeanor seems somewhat out of place in this era.

"Forehead……"

As a marquis after all, Ling Yu seemed a little embarrassed under the various gazes of others, and subconsciously touched the scar at the corner of his eye.

However, she was happy doing anything with Mingchen.

Unconsciously, she gripped Mingchen's hand, their fingers interlocked, and tilted her head slightly: "Um... let's go with Ji Qu."

The three cities of Wangyang County, Jiqu, and Yueyang all held special significance for her.

She met Mingchen in Wangyang County, they fell in love in Yueyang, and finally got married in Jixi, starting a family.

So many memories are enshrined in these cities.

Now that her status is completely different, walking on this familiar yet unfamiliar street again evoked a mix of emotions in her heart.

However, she and Mingchen have already settled down in Jiqu.

In comparison, she still prefers the city where her home is.

"I think so too, hahaha~"

Mingchen held Lingyu's hand, gently swaying it, and said with a smile.

He paused, then asked, "So, which Yueyang do you prefer, the current Yueyang or the Yueyang from before?"

"kindness?"

Ling Yu was taken aback.

"How can Yueyang today compare to Yueyang of the past?"

This is a capital city that has experienced the usurpation of power by traitors, the change of dynasties, the war, and the suffering of its people.

How can Yueyang City today compare to its prosperity before the war?

Just by looking at the pedestrians passing by on this road, one can clearly feel the difference.

Although it is still bustling with people and there are still many shops, it is completely different from a few years ago.

As a city of Yueyang, it represents the first tier of cities in the country and cannot be compared with those poor and broken cities; it can only be compared with itself.

Ling Yu felt there was nothing to say about this issue; the current Yueyang was not as good as the Yueyang of the past.

However, Mingchen shook his head: "I think the current situation is better. It's about breaking down the old and building up the new, and it's full of hope."

He looked up at the bright, clear sky above the dome.

These words may sound light, but behind them lie the blood and tears of countless families and ordinary people.

Even so, from a rational perspective, Mingchen still believes that this is progress.

Chaos is a necessary step.

"Oh? Destruction precedes construction..."

Ling Yu paused upon hearing this, as if she had thought of something: "You mean the Blood-Clad Army?"

Mingchen nodded slightly: "Yes."

Although the Blood-Clad Army's development went somewhat astray, they still successfully completed the historical mission that Mingchen had expected of them.

Those who hinder the progress of the times should be killed.

Dong Zhenghong is no match for Mingchen, nor is the Blood-Clad Army.

The real adversaries of the new dynasty are actually the old forces that control the country's resources.

This is also the most fundamental reason why Mingchen needs to take Xiao Xinyue away.

If it's just Dong Zhenghong, Mingchen and Xiao Zhengyang have many ways to get rid of him if they join forces.

This is meaningless. Even if we get rid of Dong Zhenghong, there will be Zhang Zhenghong, Liu Zhenghong, and so on. There is no real difference.

It would be better to make a tough decision and abandon the capital.

Later, let the Blood-Clad Army come and destroy everything.

Destruction precedes construction; these powerful families and privileged classes were all eliminated.

When Wang Huai arrived, he killed many people, staining the streets with blood.

The killers were not the new emperor, but the rebel army, so as not to cause dissatisfaction among some middle-class people.

In this way, the decline of the dynasty was swept away.

Only when new rules are formulated and implemented can the times move forward again.

Only then can the Qianyuan era have a chance to continue for another five hundred years.

Essentially, it's like reopening the country, taking back all the resources, and redistributing them.

Mingchen looked up at the bright blue sky and said with a smile, "Look, how bright the sky is..."

The new king's power was unhindered, and more advanced and perfect legal rules were established.

The benefits held by the powerful and wealthy were taken back and redistributed.

A new cycle begins, the times are progressing, and the future is full of hope.

"Sister, I bet you that within ten years, even if Yueyang is no longer the capital of the new dynasty, it will be more prosperous than it was before."

Therefore, Mingchen believes that Yueyang is better now than it used to be.

Having come this far, Mingchen has fulfilled his promise to Xiao Zhengyang.

Destruction precedes construction, full of hope.

Ling Yu unconsciously tightened her grip on Ming Chen's hand.

The two were of one mind; without saying much, she could connect with Mingchen's brainwaves.

Her husband was plotting to seize power; the country was in turmoil, and both war and peace were part of his schemes.

Countless people sacrificed their lives, the country crumbled, people were displaced, and starvation was rampant for miles around.

Everything was due to this person's overt and covert guidance.

It's all for a future with higher ceilings, a future full of hope.

Is it worth it?
The world, seemingly in chaos, was always moving in the direction controlled by Mingchen.

If everything is made public, what if something goes wrong in the future?

What kind of criticism and condemnation will Mingchen, burdened by the weight of the times, face?

A hero who saves the country, or a calamity in a chaotic world?
Seeing Ling Yu in a daze, Mingchen leaned over and gently kissed her cheek: "What's wrong, sister?"

"Well……"

Ling Yu shuddered instantly, glanced around instinctively, and said reproachfully, "We're still on our way!"

"so what?"

Mingchen, with a flirtatious and carefree air, chuckled, "Just declaring my ownership, this is my wife~" "Mmm~"

They had been married for a long time and had done countless intimate things together.

But this feeling has never faded with time.

Instead, it became even more profound. Even now, when Ling Yu looks at this villain, she still feels her heart flutter.

The two held hands and laughed and played casually in the city.

No one could have imagined that these were two high-ranking marquises in the new dynasty, the two pillars protecting the country.

After wandering around for a while, we arrived at a familiar restaurant.

The "Xiangmanlou" plaque, with its dragon and phoenix calligraphy, is still hanging there in good condition.

Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, one can hear shouts and calls for drinks coming from inside.

It looked quite lively.

They were very familiar with this restaurant.

Mingchen and Lingyu stood at the door, exchanged a smile, and understood each other without saying a word.

"Come in and take a look?"

"it is good!"

As time goes by, things and people change.

The restaurant staff had been replaced, and no one even recognized the two of them.

Mingchen and Lingyu didn't book a private room, so they found a corner to sit down. The little white dog obediently leaned against Mingchen's feet, but its eyes were shining as it looked towards the kitchen.

The reason why Lord White Wolf was willing to be walked like a dog was because he was waiting for this moment!
Eat! Eat!
Let me see what this grand restaurant in the capital is all about!
"What would you like to eat here, sir?"

Mingchen leaned back in his chair, glanced around, and smiled, "Our business looks pretty good!"

"That's right, sir!"

"Let me tell you, you've come at the right time!"

"To celebrate the return of Emperor Qian and Marquis Jing'an to the old capital, our manager generously offers half-price food and drinks for three days."

The waiter came over and spoke to the two of them very enthusiastically.

Since the Blood-Clad Army arrived, they have slaughtered all the nobles and dignitaries in the city, leaving only a few wealthy people.

The guy was perceptive; although Mingchen and his companion were young, they seemed to have extraordinary bearing and were probably not ordinary people.

They also spoke politely and respectfully.

"Oh? Is that so..."

Mingchen glanced at the stage in the center of the lobby and smiled: "Then bring me all of your signature dishes!"

"Bring me a few jars of wine too."

"Hey! Just you wait and see~"

Mingchen paused for a moment, then asked, "By the way, is the manager here surnamed Zheng?"

"Hey? Sir, do you know our manager? Shall I go and call him for you?"

Mingchen waved his hand, "No need, no need, let him keep busy."

"Good~"

After the waiter left, Ling Yu looked around at the restaurant's decor and remarked with some emotion, "It's amazing that nothing here has changed at all!"

Mingchen sighed softly, "Yes..."

Surprisingly, this restaurant survived so much chaos.

He thought the few people who stayed behind would sell the restaurant!
"Snapped!"

The innovations that Mingchen made when he bought this place have been well preserved.

On the platform in the center of the restaurant's lobby stood a storyteller.

He struck the gavel with his hand, speaking in a clear, resonant voice, spittle flying as he told stories to the diners around him.

However, the story he told did not seem to be the one Mingchen had left behind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us now tell you about the Divine Marquis who led eight hundred Blood Slaying Cavalry deep into the northwestern grasslands to suppress bandits. Where the sky meets the earth, amidst the vast desert and yellow sand, they lost their bearings and disappeared without a trace... Seeing that they had no food or water and were at their wits' end, they suddenly spotted an oasis pool in the desert ahead! The Divine Marquis was overjoyed and quickly led his army into the pool to rest. But just then, a fierce wind suddenly arose, and the yellow sand swept across the sky, covering the clouds and obscuring the sun. Truly, the dust billowed, and the sky darkened!"

"Just as the sand and stones were flying and the sky and earth were changing color! Awooo~~~~~ Awooo~~~~~!"

The storyteller struck his gavel, lowering his voice: "A wolf's howl and roar suddenly came, its power deafening and its force soaring to the heavens! It was like the wailing of ghosts from the deepest hell, or like metal scraping against metal, piercing the eardrums! The sound pierced through the clouds and split rocks, its power so great that it shattered the hearts of men."

"Everyone looked in the direction of the sound! Their eyes widened instantly. The generals, who had just been overjoyed at the sight of the oasis, and the battle-hardened Blood Slaughter Cavalry, were frozen in place at the sight of this scene—they were so terrified that their souls left their bodies, and they stood like statues, not daring to even breathe!"

The storyteller leaned forward, his face filled with horror: "From within the billowing dust, a figure as large as a mountain slowly emerged! It was no ordinary jackal; it was clearly a towering, white-furred beast! Good heavens! Its height was tens of feet, reaching straight into the clouds! Its body was long and winding, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a Great Wall of white bones stretching across the desert! Even more terrifying, that beast had three enormous heads on its neck! A single gulp could swallow our entire restaurant whole."

Relying on Mingchen's legs, the white wolf, who was preparing to have a big meal, raised its head upon hearing this.

This story... is a bit exaggerated, but why does it sound so familiar?
Could that white wolf be me?

Do I have three heads?

So which brain eats?

I want to be the brain that feeds us!

The storyteller clapped his hands and shouted passionately, "What a ferocious beast! What a ferocious beast! What heroes in the world can stand against it? Only the valiant Marquis of my Celestial Dynasty dares to challenge it!"

"As the generals faced danger and fear, they saw our Divine Marquis! Undaunted and without the slightest fear on his face! He spurred his horse on, and the divine steed let out a long neigh, like a black lightning bolt, and suddenly appeared in front of the generals! Alone on horseback, he faced the mountain of demonic aura!"

"Beast!"

"Our army is starving, so we'll eat your flesh and blood!"

"Lord Marquis, the Divine Marquis, sat upright on his horse, his presence as imposing as a mountain! He roared, and then his hand moved swiftly in front of his chest, forming a mysterious and unfathomable hand seal, with lightning flashing between his fingers!"

"Then, boom boom boom! Thunder roared across the heavens and earth, smoke and dust billowed, and black winds raged. A peerless divine general statue rose from the ground, tens of feet tall, clad in armor and wielding a weapon, majestic and domineering, its aura as powerful as a rainbow! What a peerless divine general statue! It was like the embodiment of the will of a divine lord, with its towering body supporting the sky and the earth, facing head-on with the ferocious three-headed demonic wolf!"

The storyteller raised his head, his voice booming, and slammed his gavel down: "This is precisely:

The Divine Lord roared in fury, shaking the entire world; His Dharma Form held up the heavens, suppressing the eight wastelands!
The black-armored divine weapon shines like the sun and moon, the three-headed ferocious wolf bares its fangs!

Yellow sand and black winds all retreat, two heroes stand facing off in the heart of the vast sea!

White Wolf:......

Mingchen: ...

The storyteller on stage spoke with great passion and fervor.

The diners below the stage listened with great interest while enjoying their meals.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the process of listening to audiobooks.

However, some people are on the verge of breaking.

The smile froze on his face, and he was about to dig out a four-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

"Puch!"

Normally, my sister has very good control over her facial expressions and rarely loses control.

But now, she couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Even a fool could tell that the storyteller had distorted the story from which region.

"Cuckoo~"

"Hahahaha~"

And his laughter grew increasingly unrestrained and hearty.

Reflected in her beautiful eyes was her husband's stiff face opposite her. Ling Yu felt as if she had heard the most interesting story in the world and seen the most beautiful scenery.

"Husband~"

"Husband~"

"Quick, quick, show me a magic hand seal!"

(End of this chapter)