"It's too early to say this. Even my father and the emperor do not agree to the war, and there are not many people in the court who support it."
The Supreme Emperor laughed strangely, "Do you still want his consent?"
"Don't you not interfere in political affairs?" Yuan Qingling knew his principles and would not interfere if he could, especially in such a big matter.
The Supreme Emperor looked at her and leaned back leisurely, "The non-intervention in the past is for today's desperate intervention."
Yuan Qingling was dumbfounded and was stunned for a while, "Lao Wu doesn't know about this yet, does he?"
"Just go back and inform him. In fact, it doesn't matter whether he knows or not. He can't go to war. With his temper, if he follows us to the battlefield and knows how to protect us, how can he concentrate on the war?"
Yuan Qingling shook his head slowly, "Then I guess he won't agree."
The Supreme Emperor laughed again, "What if he doesn't agree? Can he still stop us?"
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Grandfather, the battlefield is too dangerous. I hope you don't go."
Xiaoyao Gong chewed the betel nut and said casually: "We were originally military generals, but later one of us became the emperor without doing our job properly, and the two became high officials due to different ideas. They tried hard to learn to manage the country well, but we are military generals in our hearts.
The best destination for a general is to be buried in horse leather, but I think that if we really have to die, dying on the battlefield is the destination we want most."
Yuan Qingling's heart twitched when she heard these words, and she was about to be convinced, but thinking of the body of the Supreme Emperor, she looked at the chief assistant without giving up, "Does Aunt Xi know about this? She won't be sad if she knows.
ah?"
Aunt Xi walked in from outside and said in a deep voice: "I agree!"
Yuan Qing was startled and looked at her, "Do you agree? Do you know that the battlefield is dangerous?"
"I know!" Nanny Xi was sitting next to her making tea. The water mist curled up and covered her gentle face. She looked at Chu Shoufu, then at Xiaoyao Gong and the Supreme Emperor, and said softly: "They have been on the battlefield many times, and every time
, I will make tea and wait for them to come back. Every time they come back safely, I believe it will be the same this time."
She looked at Yuan Qingling, her eyes slightly red, "Princess, they have been guarding this country for most of their lives. Some of the things they have paid for this are far better than this life. They never flinched back then, and they are even more unyielding now."
Yes, after analyzing the current situation and weighing the pros and cons, it is indeed more appropriate for them to take charge. I will not stop it, because this is the value of their lives in this world."
The Supreme Emperor looked at her and said softly: "My child, many things in this world are sometimes not as expected, but as long as you have a breath, you must never admit defeat. I would rather die on the battlefield than in this deep palace.
Die quietly."
Yuan Qingling burst into tears instantly. She turned her head, wiped away the tears from her eyes, and looked at the scattered gold fragments spread out on the stone steps in front of the corridor. The threshold had been newly painted with oil a few years ago, covering the traces of time.
Showing new signs.
The palace gates are layered one after another, and when you see the mottled palace wall facing the outside, your grandmother is right, that is, they have protected this country for most of their lives. Now that they want to continue to protect it, who can stop it?
The hall was quiet, no one spoke anymore, but the atmosphere was not sad at all. The three giants looked at each other, their eyes still burning with the passion of their youth. Their love for the Northern Tang Dynasty made them willing to wear it even in their old age.
Wearing armor and rushing to the battlefield is the destiny of a soldier!
"Are you still opposed?" the Supreme Emperor asked her.
Yuan Qingling turned to look at him. There were ravines left by the years on his face, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit. She shook her head slowly and choked out: "No, I don't object!"