Chapter 59: The Feeling of Hugging a Big LegChapter 1008: Slightly Tipsy
Wu Qingcang's footsteps paused slightly.
...and Wu BanShan and the entire team were taken aback.
Turning his head to look at Wu Banshan who was angrily indignant, Wu Qingcang calmly said: "Banshan, you should know that my ambition is not in the imperial court."
Wu Ban Shan nodded and said, "I know that Big Brother has no desire for official positions, otherwise he wouldn't willingly have stayed at the ancestral temple for twenty years."
"That's right."
Wu Qingcang raised his head and looked at the yellowish sky in the distance, saying: "My ambition is not in the imperial court, but in the military. My only ideal is to go into battle and kill a million enemies."
Wu Qingcang's eyes were filled with fervor, he clenched his fists slightly and said: "You know, in the twenty years at Taimiao, what was most unbearable for me"
“It's not the simple life of coarse tea and plain rice, nor is it poverty. It’s that I can only hold a broom but not a sword, that I can only sweep the floor day after day, counting each tile, but cannot charge into battle myself.”
But one must have something to desire, and if there were no ruler as ardent for war as I, even with my official position restored, I would be nothing more than a general of peace. You know, for people like us, without war, what's the difference between being alive and dead
"And as for the Li family's descendants, they never lacked blood and courage. So I hope that it will still be the Li family ruling the land, rather than some bureaucrat."
He patted Wu Bān shān's shoulder heavily, and Wu Qīng cāng said: "I observe that the current Crown Prince has ambitions that are no less than any previous emperor. He has ambition, great ambition, a wolfish ambition to conquer the world. I like this ambition of his; only then can I fight with gusto without worrying about the court seeking peace or appeasement."
"But, brother," Wu Ban Shan said dejectedly, "twenty years have passed. We're both old now."
"Old"
"Wu Qingcang laughed loudly: "Back then, Cao Cao asked Lian Po if he could still eat. At eighty years old, Lian Po never claimed to be old. How old am I I have made achievements, defeated enemies, and my ambitions are yet to be fulfilled. How can I be considered old"
The yellow sand stretched out endlessly, and Wu Qingcang's hearty laughter echoed far and wide. His words were also clearly transmitted to every person around him.
Although everyone didn't know the cause and effect of this sentence, they all simultaneously felt Wu Qingshang's magnanimity in his words and laughter. Each person couldn't help but feel a surge of heroism in their hearts.
With aspirations unfulfilled, how could one grow old
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East Palace, Hundred Flowers Hall.
Just after sending Su Zhetong away, Li Chen, smelling of alcohol, pushed into Zhao Rui's bedroom.
Dressed in a thin silk nightgown, Zhao Rui hadn't gone to sleep yet. When she saw Li Chen walk in, she immediately came up to greet him.
"Your Highness has had quite a bit to drink," Zhao Rui said as she helped Li Chen remove his robes.
I had a few drinks with General Su.
Li Chen rubbed his temples and, looking at Zhao Rui who was particularly charming under the candlelight, reached out and embraced her waist.
Upon touch, it is soft and fragrant.
"It smells so good."
Leaning in close to Zhao Rui's neck, Li Chen took a deep breath and smiled.
Zhao Rui let out a soft cry. There were still palace maids in the bedroom, although they all bowed their heads and dared not look up, Zhao Rui was still somewhat shy.
"Your Highness, you're drunk," Zhao Rui lightly hammered Li Chen's shoulder, chided.
"Not drunk."
Li Chen pulled Zhao Rui to sit down and said, "I promised to come back earlier, but I still delayed it."
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