Turning to look at the aggrieved Wu Bishan, Wu Qingcang said calmly: "Bishan, you should know that my ambition is not in the temple."
Wu Bishan nodded and said: "I know that eldest brother has no pursuit of official position, otherwise he would not be willing to stay in the Ancestral Temple for twenty years."
"That's right."
Wu Qingcang raised his head and looked at the yellowing sky in the distance, and said: "My ambition is not in the temple, but in the army. My only ideal is to go into battle and kill millions of enemies."
Wu Qingcang's eyes were full of fanaticism. He clenched his fist slightly and said, "Do you know what was the most unbearable thing for me during the twenty years in the Ancestral Temple?"
"It's not just mediocre food every day, nor is it a life of poverty, but I can only hold a broom instead of a sword. I can only clean the floor day after day, and I can count how many tiles there are.
You cannot charge and kill the enemy personally on the battlefield."
"But you must first give what you want. If there is no monarch who shares my enthusiasm for war to preside over the government, even if I resume my official status, I will only be a Taiping general. You know, for people like you and me, there is no
What is the difference between war and death?"
"As for the descendants of the Li family, the most important thing is their blood, so I hope that the Li family will still rule the world, rather than some civil servants."
Patting Wu Banshan's shoulder heavily, Wu Qingcang said: "I think the current prince's ambition is no less than that of any previous emperor. He has ambitions, very big ambitions, and he wants to annex the world.
Wolf's ambition, I like his ambition, only in this way can I kill the enemy happily without worrying about the court seeking peace and appeasement."
Wu Banshan said disappointedly: "But brother, this is twenty years, and you and I are already old now."
"old?"
Wu Qingcang laughed loudly and said: "Back then, Cao Cao asked Lian Po if he could still make a living. How could the eighty-year-old Lian Po ever say that he was old? How old were you and me?
How can you grow old if you don’t pay?”
In the long yellow sand, Wu Qingcang's hearty laughter spread far and wide, and his words were clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone around him.
Although everyone did not know the cause and effect of this sentence, they all felt the heroism in Wu Qingcang's words and laughter at the same time, and everyone could not help but feel a surge of pride in their hearts.
How can you grow old if your ambitions are not fulfilled?
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East Palace, Baihua Palace.
Just after sending Su Zhenting away, Li Chen, smelling of alcohol, pushed into Zhao Rui's bedroom.
Wearing a gauze pajamas, Zhao Rui was still awake. When she saw Li Chen coming in, she immediately came to greet him.
"Your Highness drank a lot of wine." Zhao Rui said while undressing Li Chen.
"Have a few drinks with General Su."
Li Chen rubbed his temples, looked at Zhao Rui who was exceptionally bright and charming under the candlelight, put down his hand and hugged Zhao Rui's waist.
It's warm and soft in the hand and fragrant.
“It smells so good.”
Li Chen leaned into Zhao Rui's neck and took a deep breath, smiling.
Zhao Rui exclaimed softly. There were still maids in the palace at this moment. Although the maids lowered their heads and did not dare to look, Zhao Rui was still a little shy.
"Your Highness, you are drunk." Zhao Rui lightly hit Li Chen on the shoulder and said angrily.
"Not drunk."
Li Chen pulled Zhao Rui to sit down and said, "I promised you to come back earlier, but I didn't expect it to be delayed."
