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

Chapter 420 Beautiful women are truly tormenting!

Looking at the drifting clouds on the distant horizon, Long Lian smiled and said, "Young Master, I wonder if you've ever had this feeling? I've found that many times, the relationships and ways people interact are determined and fixed from the very beginning, and it's very difficult to change them later."

This is what Long Lian realized and felt.

As time goes by, this feeling becomes more and more profound.

At the very beginning, Long Lian wanted to enter the mortal world and get along with Ming Chen as a friend or even a subordinate.

She was reserved and not as outgoing and unrestrained as Fuyao; she always kept to her proper place.

She did whatever Mingchen told her to do; she was somewhat rigid and inflexible.

From the very beginning, she and Mingchen maintained an exceptionally polite relationship.

However, the feelings between people are not always the same.

As time goes by, feelings also change without us even realizing it.

Over the years, she could feel Mingchen's care for her, and she could also feel Mingchen's charm.

Meeting Ming Chenqi marked a turning point in Long Lian's life.

She left her cramped life by the river and entered this wonderful world. Through Mingchen, she met her teacher, underwent a transformation, fulfilled her long-cherished wish, and roamed freely between heaven and earth.

She had witnessed Mingchen's unbridled intimacy with demons and monsters; she had seen how this libertine could manipulate events and change the world.

She felt gratitude, care, and longing for Mingchen, as well as an indescribable feeling towards him.

Whenever she saw Fuyao playfully flirting with Mingchen without restraint, attracting his attention, she felt a strange sense of envy.

Even the little fox who arrived later than her attracted Mingchen's attention more than her, her senior.

When Mingchen returned home this time, he brought back another 'wife' in a daze.

I've never even heard of it!

But the frustration in my heart grew stronger.

I was here first! I was here first!!!

This made her somewhat envious.

She seems to be trapped in the shell of the past.

She seems to have always been able to play the role of Long Lian well.

She is quiet, dignified, polite, and understanding, and always manages to complete the tasks Mingchen asks of her.

These are all disadvantageous personality traits. It's easy for people to feel distant when they get along with each other, and she's destined to be unable to receive much attention. She doesn't even have many opportunities to be alone with Mingchen.

But in reality, she also wanted to be more relaxed with Mingchen, and she wanted to joke around with him and act coquettishly like Fuyao.

But every time I say those lighthearted words, I feel inexplicably ashamed and uncomfortable.

Whenever she tries to act like a girl, she feels that she is a bit childish and not like 'Long Lian'.

She worried that Mingchen would look at her differently and lose the impression she had always had.

This sense of contradiction always lingered between Long Lian and Ming Chen.

That's why she has the insights she's sharing with Mingchen now.

She found that everything seemed really hard to change, but she didn't want things to stay the same forever.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Mingchen raised an eyebrow, pondering what Long Lian had said.

Unlike Fuyao, Long Lian is a very sensitive person, and everything she says is valuable, requiring careful listening and thoughtful responses.

Perhaps sometimes, it takes courage.

He thought for a moment, then turned to Long Lian and said, "I don't think so."

"If you want to, you can always change things."

His naive older sister initially only wanted to be brothers with him, but didn't she eventually change her mind?

Fuyao, Xiao Xinyue... they are always changing.

Mingchen intertwined his fingers with hers, looked up at Long Lian, and bluntly asked, "Long Lian, do you want to change our relationship, change the way we get along?"

"I……"

Before Long Lian could respond, Ming Chen continued, "Long Lian, humans are truly despicable creatures; they always overlook the wonderful things they possess."

"Some people's importance is not shown while they are alive, but when they leave. Only when they are truly gone do people regret it."

Fuyao is a bright fire, a passionate and unrestrained flame, full of heat, attracting attention the moment it appears.

Long Lian, on the other hand, is like water, which flows gently and silently, sometimes unremarkable, but without her, life would be incomplete.

Time has passed, and from the time Mingchen and Longlian first met until now, there hasn't actually been any intense emotional clash that's worth mentioning.

There was none of the stunning beauty of the older sister when she entered the world, nor the ambiguity of them pouring out their hearts to each other on the battlefield or sitting across from each other drinking.

Without Fuyao's constant companionship, a heartfelt confession beneath the sacred tree beyond the Great Wall.

Unlike Xiao Xinyue, who had mutual trust and the ideal of rebuilding the country.

There was no hint of ambiguity between them; she seemed to have never expressed herself to Mingchen.

However, she always quietly watched Mingchen, staying there without vying for anything. Even though Fuyao didn't like the atmosphere of the army, she could stay here peacefully.

Perhaps at some point, it gently touched a person's heart.

A moment of joy, then another moment of vanishing.

She waited for Mingchen to turn around and look at her.

"Long Lian, I don't want to be a person who is disappointed and regretful."

When Long Lian faced her tribulation, Ming Chen was genuinely nervous.

This tension was different from the tension he felt when his brother or friend was in trouble; it was a different kind of emotion that he had overlooked.

Mingchen has never restrained his lustful desires for beautiful women.

Long Lian is undeniably charming, and it's impossible for Ming Chen not to like her.

Perhaps it started with a stunning attraction, but through subtle and gradual interactions, it gradually won people's hearts.

Does Long Lian like him?
Long Lian was reserved and taciturn, never speaking of it and rarely revealing it, but the courageous interlocking of their fingers spoke volumes.

When two people are in love, they don't care about all the other nonsense.

"I like you."

Mingchen didn't want to argue anymore. He turned his gaze and stared intently at the angelic beauty: "Could you be a little closer to me?"

"Being with me makes you more open and intimate. I like you no matter what you are like."

"Our relationship is not fixed; it can change."

Different people have different ways of getting along, and Long Lian just wants to look at her carefully and talk to her sincerely.

What does it feel like when an extremely restrained crush or a secret, hidden affection suddenly receives a response?

Mingchen's words were passionate and pure, and his gaze was somewhat piercing, making it impossible for Long Lian to meet his eyes.

Her eyes darted around, her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, her mind was a little dizzy, she tightened her grip on her hands, and she felt as if she had fallen into a fog, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

She was losing control of herself.

Her fair skin and delicate face were gradually tinged with a blush that rose from her neck upwards.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and the white gauze fluttered, obscuring Mingchen's eyes.

The next moment, the delicate fragrance of orchids wafted over.

Something soft and warm seemed to gently fall on Mingchen's cheek.

A strong wind is rising, blowing and scattering the withered yellow leaves.

When Mingchen came to his senses, there was nothing and no one in front of him.

If it weren't for the lingering, delicate fragrance, one might think that no one had ever been there.

A soft whisper reached my ear: "Okay~"

She was shy.

It's late autumn now; winter will be here soon.

The wind is getting a little cold.

As Long Lian left, she didn't forget to put her coat on Ming Chen.

He stood there, his palms still warm, gently touching his cheek, a smile creeping across his face. He was starting to feel like quitting…

Ignoring this chaotic world, how wonderful it would be to go home to my wife, kids, and a warm bed...

Beautiful women are truly captivating.

……

"Listen up, sir! Our General Ling has ordered that those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Stop resisting!"

"Surrender! Surrender!"

Time flies, and another half month has passed. Not everyone can enjoy a sweet and romantic relationship like Mingchen.

Within the territory of Beilie, a massive, dark mass of Qian Yuan Xuanjia soldiers stood at the city gates, their cannons booming and aimed directly at the city walls.

The army, fierce and powerful, was unstoppable, its momentum sweeping across thousands of miles.

The general leading the army held a long spear, its red tassel fluttering in the wind, its sharp point pointing directly at the city wall, and shouted loudly.

As he shouted, the soldiers behind him roared back, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

how many years?

After Hou Buchen, no general in the Qian Yuan dynasty was able to push the battle line back into the territory of Bei Lie!

And yet, they've done it.

The army's morale was high; their roars were deafening and chilling.

Faced with such a powerful army, the city's defenders trembled so badly they could barely hold their weapons.

The sudden collapse of Ji Yuting's frontline army triggered a series of chain reactions. The garrison in the rear cities was short of supplies and troops, and was powerless to resist Qian Yuan's counterattack before the Northern Emperor's army marched south.

Moreover, these cities do not have the same geographical advantage as the three passes in the north, making them easier to defend.

The Qian Yuan dynasty had not reached this place for many years, and even the defensive fortifications were somewhat outdated and rotten.

Now it's Qian Yuan's turn.

However, even so...

Their hands were trembling, but the soldiers in the city did not scatter or retreat.

On the contrary, his eyes were sharp and resolute, showing no fear of death.

After today, they may never be able to return to their hometown.

However, they were soldiers of the empire, with the lights of countless homes in Beilie behind them, and until their last breath, they would stop the invaders of Qian Yuan.

The commander of Beilie was a middle-aged man with a beard. He stood on the city wall overlooking the mighty army of Qian Yuan and shouted loudly, "We are not the disgrace of Beilie, Liu Xifeng."

"If you want war, then let's fight!"

"In the Northern Frontier, there are only warriors who die standing, not cowards who bow down!"

"The Northern Lie will never surrender!!!"

His shouts echoed through the air.

The defending soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, "Beilie will never surrender!"

"The Northern Lie will never surrender!"

The roar was deafening, and the momentum was magnificent.

Seeing the enemy's momentum steadily increasing, the general leading the Qian Yuan army knew that there was absolutely no possibility of persuading the city to surrender.

He simply waved his hand, signaling to the soldiers behind him, and shouted, "Attack the city!!!"

The words fell.

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"..."

"Boom boom boom!"

The roar of artillery fire was incessant.

The soldiers charged forward wave after wave, roaring as they carried ladders toward the city; today was the day to achieve victory.

The autumn wind was biting and chilling, and the battlefield was like a meat grinder, dragging all living beings into it.

Swords clashed, blood was spilled.

Behind the king's ambition lay the dead and bones of countless soldiers.

Today, countless loyal soldiers have perished here, their remains becoming cold, hard numbers in the war casualty statistic.

……

"Report!"

"General, General Yan has killed Feng Xiaoxing, the garrison commander of Lizheng City, and Lizheng City has been captured by our army."

"Report!"

"General, the defenders of Jiayue City are putting up a stubborn resistance. Our army has been unable to break through for a long time and has reached a stalemate. General Shi requests reinforcements."

"Report!"

"General, Jiayue City has been captured by our army, and the garrison commander Gong Yi'an is nowhere to be found."

……

While the soldiers on the front lines fought bravely, intelligence reports were being transmitted to Ling Yu's main tent from Qian Yuan's rear headquarters.

Under Ling Yu's command, the Qian Yuan Army seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack, taking advantage of the weakened Northern Lie forces caused by the collapse of Ji Yuting's army, to carry out a large-scale Northern Expedition.

Thanks to Ling Yu's excellent tactical skills and the high morale of the Qian Yuan Army.

The Northern Army, already at a disadvantage, suffered repeated defeats.

Battle reports kept coming in. Although there were many casualties, overall the number of victories outnumbered the number of defeats.

Not only did they reclaim half of Lizhou, which had been ceded to Beilie, they also pushed the battle line northward and occupied several cities in Beilie.

The army has now left the three northern passes and is stationed in the territory of Beilie.

"Okay...I understand! You may leave!"

"Summon General Wang."

"Yes!"

After being persuaded by Mingchen and several generals, Ling Yu gave up the idea of ​​personally leading the battle and instead stayed in the rear to command the entire army.

But this was not easy either; Ling Yu had been under immense mental strain these past few days.

War requires meticulousness and allows no room for error.

Bei Lie has never been an easy opponent. Every victory and every advance of Qian Yuan was achieved only after Ling Yuzai meticulously examined all the intelligence and carefully handled every detail.

With good news coming in one after another, the entire army seemed to be in high spirits.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of counterattacking Beilie and achieving military glory.

Counterattack Beilie!
This is the first time in nearly a hundred years!

So this is what the air in Beilie smells like!
So even those valiant monsters of the Northern Fierce Legion can be defeated!
Only Ling Yu remained as meticulous and calm as ever, never compromising on anything.

A breeze blew in from outside the tent, causing the oil lamp flame to flicker.

Ling Yu knew someone had arrived, but she didn't look up. She simply stared intently at the sand table and said calmly, "General Wang, lead your troops to defend Jingxie Pass. The enemy is very likely to set up an ambush here..."

But just then, a warm garment was draped over her shoulders.

She was taken aback and instinctively stopped speaking.

She looked up, and her cold, sharp gaze softened instantly.

The person who arrived was not General Wang, whom she had summoned, but someone whose body had subconsciously made her ignore any warnings.

"Winter is coming soon, but they don't eat and don't know how to wear enough clothes."

(End of this chapter)