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

Chapter 138 Dong Mansion Conspiracy
"Won't!!!"

Waking up from a nightmare, Xiao Zhengyang sat up suddenly and shouted loudly.

He had a ferocious look on his face, gasping for breath, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Time passed by unknowingly, and it was already early morning when it was getting light outside.

After a night's sleep, he didn't feel relaxed at all, and even seemed to have lost all his energy.

The pressure of the sea pressed down on my shoulders, and my breathing became heavier.

"Your Majesty...what happened?"

Li Shuang beside him was also awakened by Xiao Zhengyang's shouting. She opened her eyes and looked at him with some confusion.

"It's okay...it's just a nightmare..."

Xiao Zhengyang let out a light breath, raised his hand and pinched his tightly furrowed brows.

Another night has passed.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, looked at the dim light outside, and sighed softly.

He was going to continue with his official duties.

……

"He was cursed."

"My mind is heavy with worry and I am exhausted. My time is running out."

"Add to that my technique, and you'll be dead within three months."

Dong Mansion,

Tong Wuchang slowly opened his eyes, and several complex voices sounded in the study.

This little chic looks so good.

Ugly but artistic.

There was a chilling chill in his words that made people shudder.

Dong Zhenghong didn't even want to look at him, nor did he want to get along with such a weird person.

But the situation is stronger than people.

Moreover, the man in front of him was not a swindler, he was really capable.

Tong Wuchang, a strange man who found Xiao Zhengyang when he was at a loss a few days ago just after he ascended the throne.

This person is known as the Ghost Tamer. He associates with ghosts, has a sinister aura, a strange appearance, and a somewhat crazy personality. He is sometimes good, sometimes bad, and unpredictable.

To have any dealings with this person is like trying to get the skin of a tiger, which is extremely dangerous.

But the other party does have some means. He has practiced the Nine Methods of Taming Ghosts and has already reached the seventh level. He has mastered many strange and bizarre skills.

He was proud of his extraordinary talent, and was the most talented ghost rider in hundreds of years. No one could reach his level, and he was fearless as he roamed the world.

This person could even sneak into the palace without anyone noticing and cast spells on the emperor. It was simply unbelievable.

That alone is enough.

Dong Zhenghong frowned and shook his head: "Three months? That's still too long!"

As long as Xiao Zhengyang lives one more day, he will have the chance to bring himself down.

Tong Wuchang frowned slightly, a strange smile showing on the child's half of his face, while the old man's half was gloomy. His thick arms supported his head, and the corners of the flesh on his head trembled slightly. His voice was inarticulate: "Master Dong, if you have time to urge me, why not do what you need to do."

This weirdo is totally unpredictable.

Dong Zhenghong's heart trembled, but he tried his best to remain calm on the surface: "I have already made all the arrangements, and I am just waiting for the new emperor to die."

"Since everything has been arranged, can't Master Dong wait for just a little while?"

In fact, most people who practice cultivation do not understand the power struggle in the court.

They don't care either.

Tong Wuchang raised his eyebrows and said to Dong Zhenghong, "So what if I have to stay home sick for three months?"

"Sir, in that case, you are doing too little."

"Just do this, and I won't be able to let you ask for anything in the future."

It's okay to stay home sick for three months.

However, the longer the time drags on, the more variables there are and the more power will be lost.

Dong Zhenghong didn't dare to gamble. He was very anxious and wanted to do it as soon as possible.

The next moment, the voice fell.

"You idiot! Are you trying to teach me how to speak?!!!"

A violent voice suddenly rang out.

Dong Zhenghong's pupils suddenly shrank, and his strong arms suddenly pinched his neck. A sinister ghostly aura burst out, and Tong Wuchang's hideous face turned red, but there was an unshakable fierce look in his eyes.

"Uh... you..."

This man seemed to be able to crush his own throat with ease.

Dong Zhenghong felt difficulty breathing and looked terrified.

This person just starts trouble when he wants to. It's too dangerous.

"Hey~"

However, the next moment, the furious Dong Wuchang's expression changed and he showed a cheerful smile.

The oppressive aura dissipated in an instant.

The hand that was pinching Dong Zhenghong's neck loosened: "Out of control, out of control~ I hope Master Dong will forgive me~"

He said with a smile, as if he was not the one who had just been furious.

He is moody and really weird.

"Master Dong, I will do my best to satisfy your request."

"..."

Dong Zhenghong breathed heavily along his neck and looked deeply at the man in front of him.

All thoughts were suppressed in the heart, and no emotion was shown on the face.

He didn't know whether the choice he made was wrong, but at this point, he could no longer turn back.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

Tong Wuchang narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something, and asked Dong Zhenghong, "Master Dong, do you know who lives in the largest mansion at the end of North Street, northwest of the Imperial Palace?"

"Ok?"

Dong Zhenghong paused, as if he remembered something, and anger flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of that position.

In the court, many people may be enemies, but sometimes they can also become friends. True and false, real and fake, only the intertwined interests are real.

However, some people can only be irreparable enemies.

For example, Mingchen.

He was not only seeking revenge for his son's murder, but also the heir he had high hopes for and the one who would inherit the Dong family's hopes.

Deep hatred can never be redeemed.

He had never forgotten that man, but he just couldn't find an opportunity to kill the cunning and vicious villain in one fell swoop.

"He is Mingchen, don't you know?"

Mingchen's reputation is quite famous in the capital.

At the age of less than 20, he has already climbed to the pinnacle of power, which many people will never be able to reach in their entire lives.

It also adds a bit of mystery to it.

Some people say that he is a god who came down from heaven to earth.

His deeds gradually spread, and some people knew that he once rode a giant white bird, soared into the upper clouds, and escaped from the control of the Northern Emperor.

In Dong Zhenghong's opinion, this enemy was probably also a cultivator with extraordinary skills.

"Mingchen?"

Tong Wuchang had heard of this name, but he had never understood it in depth.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes changing.

The mansion was full of weirdness, and there were several monsters that were difficult to deal with, so careful planning was needed.

……

Time flies and slips through our fingers unknowingly.

"I'm dying if I can't see my silly sister~"

In Ming Mansion, Mingchen was lying on a rocking chair, looking up at the blue sky.

A warm breeze blew, ruffling the young man's hair. The cold winter faded away, and everything gradually began to come back to life.

No matter how turbulent or cloudy it is outside, it is quiet, peaceful, lazy and casual here.

If I like someone, I like him/her. If I miss someone, I miss him/her.

The vines of longing grow wildly, and even Mingchen is not immune to it at times.

It's a bit like the small head controlling the big head.

The white bird beside him seemed to have thought of something and trembled. The quick glance at the scene was always imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.

Mingchen was busy missing someone and didn't notice the subtle changes in the bird.

These days, Xiao Zhengyang is too busy, and Xiao Xinyue is also too busy.

No one came to see him.

He is quite free.

Eat after you are full and sleep after you are full, eat after you are full.

There was no news of the strange man who invaded Ming Mansion that day, and Xiaoniao went out to investigate but found nothing.

There are so many cute monsters in the yard, but the unlucky guy just chose to go after the rough old teacher. His taste is quite unique.

"Sir, it's done!!!"

The rat was covered in dust and dirt, but he didn't care at all. He held a few seeds in his arms, his little eyes full of excitement, and came over excitedly: "Master, I did it!"

"Combining the theories the adults taught me, I've successfully hybridized... This rice can increase its yield by at least 10%!"

It has not been delayed at all during these days, and has been staying in the yard that Mingchen allocated for it to farm, tinkering with its farming experiments.

Mingchen taught it many things, starting from the most basic principles of food growth, genes, traits...

It was also explained the techniques of flowering period regulation, plant selection, emasculation, and mouse pollination... which are not difficult to understand.

The adults really did not lie to it. This is much better than it staying alone in the small courtyard of the dilapidated county government office and working on things behind closed doors.

It integrated what Mingchen taught it, continued to improve, and finally gained something.

"Oh?"

Mingchen raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the dirty rat and the seeds in its hand.

A 10% increase may sound small, but it's already very good.

The current technical conditions are not good in any way. The only advantage is that the rat can use magic to speed up the growth of some plants.

But this also consumes its energy, so it cannot be used all the time.

Under such conditions, it can still come up with such a thing.

This was not the favor of God, but the result of his sincere heart.

Mingchen smiled and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."

"Ok!"

This is not the final version yet, Shushu is still improving the sire and dam versions.

But since we already have a direction ahead, we can be full of energy.

Mingchen nodded at it and said, "Just focus on cultivating your seeds. I can help you spread them throughout the country so that the people can enjoy the fruits of your labor and no longer suffer from famine."

Scientists have things they need to do.

Politicians have things they need to do.

If everyone does what they are supposed to do, the world will change for the better.

Shushu is very pure, so Mingchen doesn't mind it being a little purer.

It is a difficult task to research this thing, and it is equally difficult to promote it.

Now the Qianyuan court is corrupt, the country is in turmoil, and disasters are everywhere.

There is no point in handing these things over to Xiao Zhengyang, as they will never reach the hands of the lower-level farmers.

This thing cannot be saved as seeds. After a few generations, its characteristics will separate and its advantages will disappear.

It also needs to be extended further and requires relatively stable social conditions in order to promote this doctrine.

While the man and the rat were communicating, the guards' shouts suddenly came from outside the door.

"Report!"

"The imperial edict has arrived!"

"Master Ming, His Majesty invites you."

(End of this chapter)