"I am a high-ranking official, and I will be a high-ranking official in the future. Of course I will look down on those who crawl in the mud and fight to get there.

When you and I were poor, we couldn't even afford shoes and our feet were muddy when we walked!

The sons of Dukes, Ministers, and Ministers would not be like this.

He was born with all kinds of food and clothing, and he has never been hungry in his life.

Besides, would you let a person covered in mud and soaked in muddy water enter your house?

It means that Ji Qianhu's talent is good enough and his skills are strong enough, otherwise, he would not be taken seriously."

Zhao Si was confused after hearing this, but he also understood the meaning. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly:

“When I become successful, if anyone didn’t let me in before, I will demolish their house!

I really hope that Ji Qianhu will step on Zhenwu Mountain, Xuankong Temple, and Han Gonggong!

Let these guys with higher eyes know that even those with mud legs can reach the sky!"

The old escort chuckled, then looked down at the empty wine bag and sighed:

"We also think so, what happened to the mud legs? Before the saint became emperor, didn't he go barefoot and have mud feet?

Why are you looking down on us just a few years ago?"

After those generals with bright clothes and angry horses left, the escort's convoy began to enter the city.
Chapter completed!