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

Chapter 104: The Tyrannical King, Northern Emperor Qin Lou

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

The autumn weather is clear and cool.

This is where the noise is.

In the huge arena, there were circles of spectators sitting on the platforms surrounding it.

Their faces were filled with excitement, their red eyes were full of fanaticism, they waved their arms and howled with all their might.

And following their gaze, in the center of the arena.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang and dust flew up.

The strong man who stood out from thousands of soldiers and was named the bravest warrior of the expedition this year was stuck deep in the wall, and blood dripped onto the ground.

And in the center of the arena, a luxurious blood-red cloak swayed in the strong wind.

"What's your name?"

Bathed in the fanatical gazes of his people, the nearly three-meter-tall, muscular man blocked out the sun and looked down at his defeated opponent, asking calmly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Terrifying momentum, powerful force.

Everything, far exceeded expectations.

I have never encountered such a powerful opponent in my life.

The most honorable emperor of this dynasty is asking him questions!
Even though he was seriously injured, unconscious, and the man who was beaten into the wall, he still gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. He knelt on the ground in a mess, looking at the person who was most respected by the people of the whole country in front of him with blurry vision: "Your Majesty, my name is Cheng Lin."

"How old?"

"nineteen."

Qin Lou looked at the young man crawling in front of him and nodded gently: "From now on, you will be General Zhongwu, responsible for commanding the new army."

Just a few words changed the young man's life.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lin suddenly raised his head, unable to contain his joy. He kept bowing his head and shouting excitedly.

His exhausted body finally couldn't hold on any longer. After the great joy, his head tilted and he fainted on the ground.

"ohhhh~"

The new army’s military exercise concluded successfully.

In this country where everyone values martial arts, everyone cheers for the brave.

The soldiers will expand the country's territory and dominate the world.

People looked enthusiastically at the overlord in the arena, shouting loudly and expressing their fanatical admiration.

"roar~"

The autumn wind was biting, and the heaven and earth seemed to be cheering for the king, gathering their aura, as if the roar of a tiger was ringing in the ears.

The crowds watching around him became increasingly enthusiastic and excited, shouting, "Long live our king! Long live our king!"

"The Northern Hero will live forever!"

The shouts shook the heaven and earth.

The most dazzling protagonist in the arena raised his head at this moment. The bright sunlight made him squint his eyes and glance to the side with interest.

Following his gaze, he saw several people who did not belong to the Beilie Dynasty standing there, watching the performance.

"..."

A powerful aura came over him. As the nominal leader of this trip, Dong Jingming swallowed and shuddered unconsciously.

Amidst the thunderous applause and the unparalleled roar, facing the emperor's gaze, he inexplicably felt a fear from the bottom of his heart.

The more frenzied it got here, the more nervous he became.

He was from Qianyuan, and at this moment he only felt oppression, as if the tip of a gun was against his throat, and endless momentum was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Is this the country that they are fighting against?
Beidi Qin Tower.

It is said that the King of Beilie was a born overlord. When he was born, the roars of dragons and tigers resounded throughout Qingcang City. He could catch a tiger at the age of five and ascended the throne at the age of ten. He suppressed the heroes, rebuilt the military system, and created such a wolf-like and tiger-like country.

Many monarchs have some magical legends about them to enhance their superior majesty.

No one knows whether it is true or not.

But now looking at the ferocious appearance of King Beilie, it is true that he cannot be fake.

"How majestic!"

"Domineering side~"

Not far from the side of the frightened Dong Jingming, the handsome young man narrowed his eyes, looked at the majestic monarch in the scene, and murmured softly.

How many Xiang Yus did he eat to grow like this?
It seems that Sister Dai really can't kill the monarch with one punch.

Beside him, Xiao Xinyue couldn't help but frown, her face gloomy.

People are afraid of comparison.

His father lives in the deep palace, seeking the vague method of immortality every day. The world is in chaos and the blood-clothed traitor rebels against him.

Look at this man again, he is domineering, sharp-edged, ambitious, and has fanatical support from the masses.

Even if it was blocked this time, the peace talks were successful.

What about next time?

The country led by this monarch will only become more powerful, more aggressive and more ferocious like a wolf or a tiger.

The country led by her father will only become more chaotic and weaker.

How to do?
What should they do next time when the Beilie Army, which is better prepared and more powerful, marches south?
This martial arts performance was like a slap in the face of the envoys.

This was a demonstration, meant to suppress them. Except for Mingchen who looked relaxed, the others' faces did not look very good.

……

Two more days passed,
"Announce, Envoy Qianyuan enter the palace!"

The voice of the summons officer sounded at the door of the towering hall.

Dong Jingming, who was waiting outside the hall, looked tense and subconsciously glanced at Mingchen behind him.

The trip had reached the most critical step, and he was unsure.

I just hope that this young man who is highly expected can help them complete the task successfully.

Then, he bowed slightly and led a group of envoys to follow the guide in front of them and headed towards the end of the journey, the Beilie court where the tyrannical king sat.

Mingchen followed all the way, looking around with interest.

During the Qianyuan period, he had never attended court, but now he was attending the court of the enemy country of Beilie as an envoy.

"Foreign minister Dong Jingming, conveying the good intentions of our emperor to establish diplomatic relations, greets Your Majesty."

Dong Jingming had also done some research. He knew that Beilie was a straightforward and decisive monarch who disliked red tape and lengthy speeches.

When speaking, just say the most essential parts.

He held his head high and chest out, bowed towards Qin Lou, and spoke in a clear voice.

It doesn't seem rude.

However, the beads of sweat on his forehead, his trembling hands, and the glances that avoided the other king's eyes all showed how nervous he was at that moment.

The unruly and overbearing monarch sat on the high throne, wearing an oversized blood-red robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome face. He overlooked everything off the court, domineering and imposing, like an eagle.

Civil officials and military generals with different temperaments stood on the left and right, all looking at them with probing eyes, as if they wanted to tear them apart and grab their flesh and blood.

A solemn and murderous atmosphere came from the silent hall.

This is completely different from the court of Qianyuan, where people were arguing and grinding their teeth.

Silence, time passes by little by little,

The hall was eerily silent. Qin Lou, sitting on the high throne, just looked down at him, sizing up the envoys without saying a word.

The other officials remained silent.

As time passed, Dong Jingming felt as if he was facing a pack of wolves and hungry tigers. Huge pressure weighed on his shoulders, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

My brain gradually went blank.

Qin Lou leaned on the throne and stared at the nervous Dong Jingming for a long time.

Suddenly he grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and said with a carefree smile: "How is that old man Xiao Yu?"

As soon as the words fell, the tranquility of the court was broken.

Several generals also smiled unconsciously.

Dong Jingming shuddered, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously responded, "Your Majesty, my emperor..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a voice.

The princess raised her head, her narrow eyes slightly raised, revealing a hint of pride and sternness. She was not afraid of this solemn court or this domineering and unruly king. She simply raised her head and said, "Your Majesty, we come here with sincerity and gifts."

"I hope Your Majesty will not lose your manners and make others laugh at you."

She stood upright, neither humble nor arrogant, and confronted the majestic emperor head-on.

Her father is indeed incompetent.

But he is the emperor after all, representing the face of the country. However, Qin Lou's words at this moment in such an occasion are undoubtedly trampling on the face of the country.

Dong Jingming responded, which meant that he accepted the insult.

As soon as the words fell, several smiling generals immediately stopped smiling, their eyes widened in anger, and they shouted, "How dare you!"

The roar made Dong Jingming, who was at the front, shiver.

Why is this woman trying to show off on someone else's territory?
Qin Lou didn't get angry. He waved his hand to stop the general, looked down at her, and asked with a smile, "I am rude? Who dares to laugh at me?"

"You can scold me if you want!"

"You southerners observe etiquette, and you Emperor Qian observes etiquette."

"The princess was sent all the way to Beilie to pray for peace and truce."

"Look, who dares to laugh at your Emperor Qian?"

As the monarch of a country, his words were bold and direct, but they also revealed a bit of banditry.

After Xiao Xinyue entered the scene, he recognized the princess.

Xiao Yu was not a very good emperor, and Qin Lou looked down on him, but his daughter was quite courageous and dared to come across the country in person.

"..."

Xiao Xinyue paused, pursed her lips, and was speechless.

The opponent was already capricious, and behind him was a stupid teammate like Xiao Yu. No matter how eloquent she was, she didn't know how to refute him.

"It turns out that the Northern Lie monarch is such a rude and arrogant person. It's really disappointing."

"It seems Bei Lie doesn't have any sincerity in peace talks."

And just at this moment, a sudden voice rang out.

For a moment, the atmosphere became quieter.

Everyone's expression changed, and they all looked at one of the envoys.

The young envoys were equally unrestrained and uninhibited, not intimidated by the emperor's aura in this majestic court.

Xiao Xinyue's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She knew exactly who it was.

There was only one person in the entire court who could say this.

Insulting someone else's monarch in front of him in the court.

This guy is indeed a lunatic.

“Bold!!!”

If the previous angry shouts from Beilie's ministers were just warnings, then this time they were truly furious.

Military generals do not carry swords when they go to court, otherwise they would definitely draw their swords and kill this madman.

Xiao Xinyue's words were just an indirect suggestion, but what this person said was actually cursing someone in person.

There's nothing to talk about here. How did it come to this?

I'm not your friend, but you dare to curse me when I ask you to!

The situation was completely beyond Dong Jingming's expectations. His legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

He never expected that the usually sensible young man would do something like this at such a critical moment.

"How brave!"

Qin Lou restrained his smile and looked at him coldly: "Kuangsheng, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Foreign ministers are merely expressing their inner thoughts."

Mingchen's expression remained calm, and he replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Your Majesty said this, and you can scold me if you want. Your Majesty's heart is as vast as the sea, and the king's promise is as heavy as a mountain. You can't just change your mind, can you?"

A gangster communicates in a gangster way, depending on the person he meets and what he says.

This tyrannical monarch is suppressing us like this. Simply smiling at us will only make us lose our momentum and put us at a disadvantage in the negotiations.

It is better to fight back with the same method.

If you slap me, I'll slap you back.

He said whatever he wanted to say without any psychological pressure.

Anyway, he couldn't die himself, so he could kill the remaining messengers at will.

"Hey!"

Qin Lou sneered: "What if I regret it?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several guards ran in from outside the hall and stood on both sides of Mingchen.

As long as Qin said a word, Mingchen would be taken out for execution.

However, Mingchen's expression remained calm, and he smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I won't do that. My life is nothing compared to the emperor's reputation."

(End of this chapter)