My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 405 North: Wilderness, do you like to drink animal milk?

The plan to conquer the southern mountains of the Wanyao Mountain Range has been fully established.

Based on the recommendations of the cabinet, Emperor Jianhong personally appointed Zeng Shilin, a Confucian scholar of the second rank and a second-class sage, as commander.

The eldest princess, Duke Tian Ji of Wei, and Wu Qianfeng, the commander-in-chief of the Yuanyang Army, led five hundred scholars and Confucian practitioners.

He led 50,000 Mandarin Duck Army soldiers and 50,000 county and prefectural soldiers to conquer the demon.

The Empress of Jiang has now reorganized the court and will personally lead the army in this battle.

The Jiang Kingdom's court was presided over by Dongfang Cang, a member of the Dongfang Sect.

Empress Gu Xiangnan personally led an army of 100,000, joining forces with the 100,000 troops of the Great Holy Dynasty at Qinghai Bay.

With a total of 200,000 troops, they were determined to break through the southern mountains of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains in this battle.

……

The Great Sage traveled to the capital.

A grand procession, bidding farewell for a thousand miles.

In Jingkou.

Zeng Anmin stood on the bridgehead, his gaze fixed intently on the slightly thin figure riding on horseback.

That was Zeng Shilin.

At this moment, Zeng Shilin was the commander-in-chief of the entire army. Sitting on his horse, he did not appear particularly fierce, but the elegance he exuded made him someone no one dared to underestimate.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the city wall of the capital, the chubby crown prince personally beat the drum to send off the soldiers.

"Lord Wenqing! You must return in triumph!!"

The chubby prince's voice was extremely impassioned.

Zeng Anmin watched his father's retreating figure, his expression unreadable.

Beside him stood a beautiful figure.

The figure was veiled in pink gauze, exuding a delicate fragrance, and her voice carried a calming tone:
“Zeng Lang, Uncle Qin has already gone far away. We should go back and find Aunt Lin.”

Zeng Anmin gazed into the distance.

Beside him was Qin Wanyue's graceful figure.

But he felt no romantic feelings at all.

Because it's far away.

The princess, mounted on her horse, held a silver spear and glanced indifferently in this direction.

Similar to the previous expedition to Qinghai Bay.

At this moment, the eldest princess was still as heroic and spirited as ever, her beautiful face exuding a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

However, the fierce and warning look in her eyes at that moment ruined the aesthetic appeal.

Zeng Anmin could only offer an innocent expression.

And he smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"Humph."

Zeng Anmin could faintly hear the princess's cold snort.

"Okay, let's go."

Zeng Anmin then turned his head and looked at Qin Wanyue.

Unexpectedly, Qin Wanyue was staring at the Princess at this moment, her face still showing a gentle smile.

But after the princess turned and left, her gentle smile slowly faded.

……

The relationship between these two...

Zeng Anmin was actually having some headaches.

Back then, he took advantage of the fact that I was possessed by resentment, and tricked me... well, it's not exactly trickery, but rather a form of manipulation.

Correct!
He led the two women to say that they were willing to marry him together.

The two women had agreed to it so readily.

No one objected after the incident.

Even when Zeng Anmin went to visit the Princess, he could see that Qin Wanyue and the Princess and her daughter got along very well.

They spoke with mutual respect and in soft voices.

But as a man...

He had a gut feeling that things weren't as simple as they seemed on the surface.

You see, just like now.

When the eldest princess looked in this direction, Qin Wanyue smiled gently.

The eldest princess turned around.

The smile on Qin Wanyue's face vanished...

"Cough cough."

Zeng Anmin coughed.

Qin Wanyue snapped out of her daze, and a smile returned to her face: "Zeng Lang, let's go quickly?"

"Well, let's go."

Since the main force has already gone far away, there's no need to stay here any longer.

Zeng Anmin put his arm around Qin Wanyue, got into the carriage, and headed towards the capital.

…………

After getting off the carriage.

Zeng Anmin then saw his direct subordinate, Dongfang Sheng.

"How are the supplies being prepared?"

After glancing at Dongfang Sheng, Zeng Anmin looked over and asked indifferently.

At the same time, he didn't forget to reach out and help Qin Wanyue down from the carriage.

"Returning to Tidu is still in the preparation stage."

Dongfang Sheng's face was very respectful.

Ever since Zeng Anmin struck the Taoist Master Faxiang's twin pupils with an arrow, he has been treated with the same respect and deference wherever he goes.

"Still in preparation?"

Zeng Anmin frowned.

I thought he was going to Xiliu before the army set off.

Unexpectedly, the imperial court was slow in preparing disaster relief supplies, putting it off until after the preparation of military rations.

"Didn't I tell you to go to Minister Qin if you encounter any difficulties?"

Zeng Anmin's eyes sharpened.

The current Minister of Revenue is Qin Wanyue's father, Qin Shoucheng.

After Qin Shoucheng followed his father in beheading Xiang Liu, he was promoted to Minister.

The original Minister was Lou Yingqi, but he was transferred by the court to Fengqi Road as Governor-General.

"Yes, I went there this time with the token you gave me to find Minister Qin."

"The Ministry of Revenue is also short of money."

Dongfang Sheng gave a wry smile: "Nowadays, the operations of the court are all focused on the southern expeditionary army."

"The national treasury can only raise enough funds for half of the disaster relief funds."

Zeng Anmin remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Dongfang Sheng:
"and then?"

"The remaining half... they said to wait two more days. Judging by the time, the barbarian delegation should be arriving soon, and then we can take out the other half from the offerings."

……

Zeng Anmin's lips twitched slightly.

Well, he could tell from those words that his future father-in-law was indeed struggling financially.

"alright."

Zeng Anmin sighed and walked forward.

Qin Wanyue followed behind Zeng Anmin, her face also showing some relief:
"Don't worry, Zeng Lang. I'll go ask my father for money for you. The disaster relief is extremely urgent."

“No need.” Zeng Anmin waved his hand: “Forcing him won’t work.”

With that, he ordered someone to take Qin Wanyue home.

He then entered the gates of the Duke's mansion.

After entering the door.

Zeng Anmin's brows furrowed immediately.

"Something's wrong."

"Why does it seem like Emperor Jianhong... doesn't really care about disaster relief?"

If they wanted to provide disaster relief, why would they send troops at this critical juncture?

He acknowledged that the Ministry of Revenue was currently short of funds and supplies.

After all, the provisions for an army of 100,000 alone would be enough to keep him busy.

…………

[Ara: It's finally here.]

The Great Holy Dynasty is indeed prosperous; it's truly damn impressive.

[He said: You've come?]

[Huang: Yes, I'll be able to enter the capital tomorrow afternoon.]

He said, "It just so happens that I am also in the capital of the Holy Dynasty. I can come and find you then."

[Ara: That's great! I'll buy you a drink!]

……

Zeng Anmin watched Dao and Huang's conversation with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Is Wuxin Daoren still in the capital?

This was something he hadn't expected.

The Daoist leader's Dharma form descended upon the capital city. Although it did not cause any substantial harm to the common people or the Great Sage Dynasty in the capital, the reputation of the Daoist sect in the Great Sage Dynasty in the capital has become somewhat tarnished.

"I never expected that he would still dare to stay in the capital."

Zeng Anmin crossed his legs and muttered, "Should I go see them?"

Just thinking about it.

Then, more writing appeared in the desolate landscape.

[Huang: Dao, along my journey, I've heard the names of the Zeng brothers everywhere. There's Wenqing Gong above, and Zeng Liangjiang below. Are you referring to Zeng Anmin, the Zeng you mentioned before?]

Upon seeing this sentence, Dao remained silent for a long time.

[He said: Hmm.]

[Huang: Didn't we say before that we were going to recruit him into our Heavenly Dao Alliance?]

[How about I meet him when I get to the capital tomorrow? I've heard so much praise for him along the way, it's making me quite eager to see what someone so famous looks like.]

Dao remained silent for a long time before finally writing down a few words.

[He said: Okay.]

[Ara: Okay, it's settled then!]

... "Buzz~"

A private chat window pops up.

[Nan: Zeng Lang, it would be best if you didn't meet with Huang and Dao in private. I've met Dao; he's not cunning. But Huang… I'm afraid he might have some ulterior motive.]

[Bei: Okay, Bao'er, I know you're worried about me. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.]

…………

The end of the capital city.

The army had just been sent there.

Just one day later, a long procession of envoys slowly drove up.

The delegation's attire was somewhat strange.

Muscular and enormous.

About five hundred strong men, shirtless and with their thighs exposed, only their genitals were covered with leaves.

Each person had a fierce and menacing look on their face, and a murderous aura emanated from them.

And walking in the middle of these burly men were several strange oxcarts.

Calling it an oxcart isn't quite accurate.

Because the creature pulling the cart is neither a horse nor a cow...

It has a single horn on its head, similar to a horse, but not quite the same.

As for the vehicles that these strange creatures are pulling behind... well, they're not really vehicles.

It looks more like a wooden plank with four wheels hanging from it.

The car roof has no shade from the sun.

But on those carts were irregularly shaped gold nuggets.

Each gold nugget was as hard as a stone, and it looked to weigh at least tens of kilograms...

This team attracted a lot of attention along the way.

There was greed, there was suspicion, there was shock...

On the front of the car.

Two burly men were sitting there.

The two burly men looked as if they were carved from the same mold.

They looked like two giants.

Even though the two of them were sitting on the cart, they were no different from the burly men who were standing.

"Father, I won't go with you to see the Emperor of the Holy Dynasty."

The burly man on the left raised his head.

Only now could one see clearly that this big man... well, he couldn't be called a big man, his face still looked somewhat youthful.

It still had downy hair on its mouth.

However, his bulging muscles gave people the illusion that he was a burly man.

This person is none other than the current crown prince of the barbarian tribe, Wujia.

"Where are you going if you don't come with me to see the emperor? You little brat, you don't know anyone here. If you cause trouble, your father won't be able to settle things for you."

Beside Wu Jiajia, a burly man with even more exaggerated muscles than him glared and spoke in a booming voice.

An aura also emanated from him.

At the same time, the hand, as large as a palm fan, moved towards the waist.

Around his waist... was a deerskin belt.

This giant man is the current leader of the barbarian tribe, also known as the Barbarian King.

"I definitely won't cause trouble."

Seeing his father reach for the belt, Wujia shrank back.

He timidly raised his head, looked around, and then knelt beside the barbarian king, whispering:
"Father, didn't you tell me to test the people in the Heavenly Dao Alliance more?"

"I have just made contact with that Dao through the Taotie Diagram."

"He wants to meet me."

……

"Why are you only telling me now?!"

After a moment of silence, the barbarian king glared at him and said:

"If that person is honest, that's fine, but if he has ulterior motives, who can save you?!"

"Save me??" Wu Jia's lips twitched, and he weakly looked up and said:
"Father, aren't I the strongest person in our barbarian tribe right now?"

At this point, a look of pride appeared on Wujia's face:
"Have you forgotten that fight in the mountains over there the other day?"

"You've never hit me."

"If I hadn't held back, your leg would have been dislocated!"

……

The barbarian king's eyelid twitched.

"Shh!"

The deerskin belt was pulled out.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, the belt, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, swiftly arrived at Wujia's body.

"Hi~"

The belt, perfectly positioned, covered Wu Jia's shiny bald head.

A red mark slowly appeared from the back of his head to his forehead.

Why did you hit me?!

The arrogance on Wu Jia's face vanished instantly, replaced by endless grievance.

"I'm beating you because you don't know what's good for you."

The barbarian king cursed and swore.

"So, will you let me go find the Dao or not?"

Wujia's face scrunched up.

"Get out of here! Once you're in the city, you can go wherever you want, but if you dare cause trouble..."

The barbarian king looked at the misty figure in front of him with a sinister gaze.

"Snapped!"

Another belt was lashed at the same spot on Wu Jia's head.

"Hi~"

Wu Jia was in so much pain that she almost cried: "You hit me again, but I didn't say anything wrong this time."

"This is me trying to cause trouble by hitting you in advance."

"You're breaking the rules!"

"Hmm?" The barbarian king's eyes sharpened, and he tightened his grip on the leather belt...

"Uh……"

…………

"Young Master, someone has come to visit, saying they are looking for you?"

Zeng Anmin was lying in the courtyard when he heard Da Chun come to report.

"Who?"

"The Daoist Wuxin, and the one next to him... I don't recognize him."

Da Chun scratched his head.

Zeng Anmin stood up abruptly from his chair: "So fast?"

Didn't they say in the group chat that they would arrive tonight?
It's only noon...

"Should we let them in or not?" Da Chun asked respectfully.

"Let's go to the main hall."

Zeng Anmin thought for a moment.

"Yes."

…………

"Brother Zeng."

The Heartless Taoist was dressed in gray cloth at this moment.

Ever since the reputation of Taoism in the capital has suffered.

He then stopped wearing the Taoist uniform.

"Wuxin."

Zeng Anmin nodded with a smile and said he would buy it.

Then he looked toward the tower behind the Heartless Taoist.

His body was 11 feet tall...

Her arms are thicker than her waist...

Zeng Anmin looked up, expecting to see a burly man with a stubble on his face.

What I saw was a very young face.

Judging from his face alone, this person is no more than fifteen years old...

"he is……"

Zeng Anmin paused for a moment, then looked at Wuxin with a puzzled expression and asked.

Wuxin's eyes darted around: "He's a friend of mine, a barbarian."

“Yes, I was just a friend without intention.” Kirika nodded quickly.

"The Daoist sect...aren't they located in the Eastern Regions? How come they have friends among the barbarians in the Western Regions?"

Zeng Anmin blinked knowingly.

Hear his words.

Wuxin and Wujia both lowered their heads at the same time, a fleeting look of guilt on their faces.

"Uh...it's a long story."

"I met him... by chance..."

……

Seeing the behavior of these two.

Zeng Anmin suppressed a laugh, then looked at Wujia with a serious expression: "Are you a barbarian?"

"Yes, yes, I am a barbarian."

Wu Jia looked up and met Zeng Anbian's gaze.

"Then I have a question I'd like to ask you." Zeng Anmin's face became somewhat serious.

"Do you like to drink animal milk?" He blinked.

Wu Jia was stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)