Being promoted to an official position is indeed exciting, but it is not that important to Li Qinzai.
The purpose of his mission was not to get promoted.
There is no need to use the words "great" and "noble". Li Qinzai's original intention is not that great. The so-called loyalty to the emperor and patriotism cannot be mentioned in any of them.
He just likes this era, and within his ability, he might as well do something practical for this world.
Let’s do a simple math question. If this dynasty can last for two hundred years, then why not work hard to extend the life of this dynasty for another hundred years?
If nothing else, your descendants will be able to enjoy at least two or three more generations of peace, which can be considered a blessing for future generations.
This was the original intention of Li Qinzai who was willing to work hard to send an envoy, even at the risk of fighting the enemy.
If most ordinary people in the world are impatient and desperate, their original intention will not be to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, but more for themselves or future generations.
Li Qinzai was also an ordinary man. When the Tubo soldiers surrounded the mountain, he had to fight for his life. To be honest, what he was thinking about at that time was not to serve Li Zhi and to devote himself to the country.
But he risked his own life, and he might be considered a martyr. If Li Zhi had known that he had sacrificed his life, he would have probably allowed Qiao'er to inherit his title, and this line of incense could continue to enjoy wealth for generations.
At the beginning, he seemed so brave and impassioned to die for righteousness. In fact, upon closer inspection, it was completely selfish. At the moment of death, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism had long been forgotten.
It's not great, but this is real human nature.
After having had enough food and wine, Li Qinzai had a good sleep at the Governor's Mansion. He had a solid sleep, and he was neither worried about enemy troops raiding the camp nor worried about the fair-skinned beauty getting into his bed in the middle of the night.
After sleeping until he got up at noon the next day, Li Qinzai felt refreshed and stretched out of the room. As soon as he took a step, he was shivered by the cold wind. He hurriedly returned to the house and quickly ordered someone to bring in charcoal fire.
Charcoal fire is not enough, we also need wind, meat, hot pot, beautiful women, and donkeys.
The smoke of gunfire is a thing of the past, and the delicate little life must be put on hold. Since Wu Shaolang was born into such a good child, how can he wrong himself?
During the war, he ate and lived with the soldiers. The soldiers ate dried meat, and Li Qinzai also ate the dried meat. He had to pretend that it was delicious. There was no other way. The commander of the first army had to show his attitude of sharing the joys and sorrows.
Only then can you gain the support of the soldiers.
But after the war is over and the horses are released in Nanshan, the proper classes should be restored. The powerful will eventually be the powerful, and the common people will be common people after all. This cannot be filled up by shouting a few slogans about the equality of all living beings.
Hot pot is very easy to make. It is simpler than most cooking methods in the world. It only requires a pot of stock, a few plates of lettuce, and a plate of oil.
The mutton slices in the pot were tumbling up and down, and Li Qinzai was so hot that he grinned. The taste... was still a little different from the previous life. After all, this was an era without chili peppers.
Liu Asi hurriedly walked into the house and whispered: "Fifth Young Master, Brother Buqu has been traveling hundreds of miles away in the past few days, but there is still no trace of Miss Zinu. She seems to have disappeared out of thin air on the ground in the northwest."
Li Qinzai's appetite suddenly decreased a bit. He put down his chopsticks and sighed: "This damn woman ran away after sleeping and didn't want to be responsible for me at all..."
Liu Asi said with envy and envy: "Forgive me for being honest, isn't this exactly a man's ideal? A beautiful and affectionate woman, after a night of love, you don't have to be responsible for her, just pat her butt.
Just leave, tsk! You’ll make others jealous.”
This was a bit too much. Li Qinzai glanced at him and said, "What happened between you and the female satin shopkeeper..."
Liu Asi showed a sad expression: "I also want to imitate the style of the fifth young master. I pat my butt and leave after sleeping, but I am not allowed to sleep..."
Li Qinzai twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's destined to be a missed opportunity, so there's no need to worry about her. After all, we're going back to Chang'an soon. If nothing else happens, you and she may never see each other again in this life."
Liu Asi said disappointedly: "It's okay not to let her sleep. In order to sleep with her, I spent a lot of money in her silk and satin shop and bought several pieces of various silk and satin fabrics. After returning to Chang'an, I wore red and colorful clothes. No.
Those who knew it thought I had gone to the Western Regions to do business, but who would believe me when I said I fought tooth and nail with the enemy?"
Liu Asi, who looked sad, was extremely innocent, and Li Qinzai suddenly felt mentally balanced.
Although my woman ran away, at least I slept. The person in front of me is still in the state of licking the dog. What's even worse is that she still can't lick...
So cool.
It turned out that his happiness was indeed based on the pain of others. Seeing Liu Asi sad, Li Qinzai suddenly felt that it was no big deal if his woman ran away.
"Come here, sit down and eat hot pot together, call Old Wei here, and let's all eat together..." Li Qinzai greeted warmly.
"By the way, add a pair of serving chopsticks. Old Wei is too perverted. I'm afraid he might catch some disease."
"Ah Si, you don't need it. You really want to get sick, but your strength doesn't allow it. Just be careful to wash your hands before eating."
In the afternoon, a visitor came to the Governor's Mansion.
Zheng Rentai and Pei Xingjian came together.
After Lu Dongzan ordered the withdrawal, the 10,000 Anxi Army under Pei Xingjian, the governor of Anxi, continued to move eastward, clearing out the northern part of Tuyuhun, and joined forces with Zheng Rentai's six-state troops near Qinghai Lake. Pei Xingjian handed over the Anxi Army to the deputy general, and then
Qingchao Jianlai came to Liangzhou.
The so-called "cleaning" sounds simple, but in fact it is cruel.
In order to achieve the purpose of cleaning, the 10,000 Anxi army swept the northern part of Tuyuhun almost indiscriminately. Whether it was the stragglers of the Tubo army, the large and small tribes of Tuyuhun, or the nomads in the north, once they encountered the Anxi army, they would be bloody
eliminate.
In the war to destroy the country, regardless of the military or civilians, as long as they are not of our race, they are all included in the plan of massacre and clearing.
What the Tang Dynasty wanted was this land. As for the foreign people on the land, to be honest, they were dispensable. In fact, clearing them out would be more conducive to the Tang Dynasty's future rule of this land.
This is just a scene that can be seen everywhere in war, cruel but true.
Pei Xingjian is in his forties, which is the golden age of a man. He looks a little thin, with a green beard under his chin that does not move in the wind. He has a somewhat immortal demeanor, and his eyes are bright and open-minded.
and capable.
Li Qinzai personally welcomed Pei Xingjian and Zheng Rentai out of the mansion and into the governor's mansion.
Both guests were famous officials, and Pei Xingjian seemed to be more famous in history.
Not only that, Pei Xingjian also had another identity. He was a student of Su Dingfang.
So, here comes the problem.
If a famous historical minister was let off the battlefield, would he complain to his teacher, or would he punch the person who let him off?
Li Qinzai was not talented, but he happened to be the one who let him go.