"Come in! Don't hide at the door! Li Chun reclined on the couch arbitrarily, holding the history book in his hand, reading intently, and suddenly, he felt a familiar figure outside the tent, wandering alone, but he didn't dare to come in, he couldn't help shouting outside, and his eyes were always staring at the history book.

Holding tea in his hand, he walked into Li Chun's tent with light steps, and Qing'er's crimson face was a little shy.

"I found out you were here a long time ago, what did you say you were grinding at the door?"

Li Chun said casually.

Qing'er is a little shy.

This cold-faced prince is really direct, he doesn't care about the face of the girl's family at all, he knows it, why do you have to say it, it's really annoying.

I knew that he was so unappreciative, so I wouldn't come.

"Seeing the prince, Qing'er boiled some tea, thinking that no one would drink it anyway, and it would be a pity to pour it out, so I simply brought some over, I don't know if the prince can reward Qing'er with a thin noodle?"

Li Chun turned his face, there was a hint of affection in his unruly eyes, and a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, making you not understand what he was thinking.

"Well, that's right. Bring it here. This prince also happens to be thirsty. ”

"Yes."

Qing'er put the tray on the table, picked up the tea in her hand, and gently handed it to Li Chun, as for why she did this, she was a little confused, I don't know if it was to thank him for his help all the time, or for what, it was so natural.

Li Chun's indifferent eyes looked at Qing'er, the history book in his hand fell lightly on the couch, and the other hand gently took the tea in Qing'er's hand.

Qing'er picked up the book on the couch, the title of the book was "Historical Records", and then looked at the imprint "Pinghuai Book" that Li Chungang had just read, Qing'er read it unconsciously: "If it is not for the disaster of flood and drought, the people will give the family enough, and the government treasury will be full. The money of the Beijing division is huge, and it is decaying and cannot be studied; The millet of Taicang, Chen Chen Xiang, is full of dew and accumulates outside, so that it is inedible. ”

Li Chun was sipping tea while listening to Qing'er read aloud, with strong affection in his eyes.

"Since the prince has read this, how should he understand Emperor Wenjing's actions according to the prince's opinion?"

The imperial court admired Huang Lao's technique, "lightly dismissed the thin endowment", "rested with the people", the government was clear, the economy was developed, and the people's life was stable, which could indeed be called a peaceful and prosperous era. How is it not a blessing for the people to live under the rule of such an emperor? ”

Li Chun's deep eyes looked at the sunlight outside the tent, as if he was still lingering in that distant country, the peaceful and prosperous era where the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

"In my opinion, I think what will happen to a country, the key lies in the emperor, Gu Yun: if an emperor is virtuous, then his courtiers will also be upright, and the emperor will do it himself, then his courtiers will also be like this, this is the so-called upward and downward effect. Take Emperor Wen as an example, Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty lived very frugally, the clothes in the palace were not added, the clothes were not dragged to the ground, the cars were not added, the curtains were not embroidered, and the edict forbade the county to contribute rare and foreign objects. Therefore, the expenditure of the state was moderate, and the aristocratic bureaucracy did not dare to be extravagant, thus reducing the burden on the people. After years of recuperation, the country gradually became rich and the people were safe. Nothing happens overnight, it's all about who is at the helm. ”

Qing'er said unhurriedly.

I don't know when Li Chun's eyes have been staring at the woman in front of her who is talking about politics, her opinions, her insights, make me feel from the bottom of my heart that she is not just stubborn.

After speaking, Qing'er turned her face, and her gaze happened to meet Li Chun's affectionate gaze impartially, warm and scorching, and her cheeks inadvertently turned crimson.

"What a 'gentleman is straightforward'!"

Li Chun let out a long sigh.

"I think such an emperor must be an emperor with a true temperament!"

Qing'er smiled faintly, her round face, and the corners of her mouth bloomed with a curved arc.

"True temperament?"

Li Chun looked puzzled.

"Isn't it? He is a king, a king who has all the fans in the world, but he is so innocent that he loves his only wife like a man in an ordinary family, and he can be called an example of an emperor. ”

Qing'er imagined that distant country in her heart, that peerless good man, the bearing of a king, the feelings of a husband, and the happy woman - Dou Yifang.

Looking at the innocent woman in front of her, Li Chun's heart felt warm, I don't know when she felt that she had been fixed in her heart, firmly occupying her heart, except for her, there was no other woman.

Since when, I don't know, maybe the first time we met, she was dressed in bridal makeup, and the bright glance under the scarlet satin hijab was tender, light as water.

"Maybe it should be like this, 'looking back and smiling, the six palace concubines have no color', only a peerless good woman will bewitch the king to forget the rouge and vulgar powder in the world."

Li Chun smiled uninhibitedly.

"A peerless good woman, how many can there be in the world, even if there is, only when you meet a dedicated king will you be happy, and in those old dead palaces, there are still few fragrant and jade. Died in the people, and there is still a lonely grave, and the death in the palace is just with the ruthless falling flowers and flowing water. ”

"Not all flowing water is unintentional, and falling flowers are merciless. Although beautiful things are rare in the world, at least they still exist. ”

"Really?"

Qing'er asked in surprise, this question seemed to be exploring beautiful things, and as if she was exploring something else, as for what, the moment she suddenly looked at Li Chun's eyes, she only felt that her face was hot.

"Qing'er, if you really lived in the era of Emperor Wen, would you choose to be the woman next to Emperor Wen?"

"I, I don't want to!"

Qing'er didn't think about it, and quickly gave an answer, but as for why, she didn't know.

I only know that beautiful things are for imagination, but when I come to myself, I don't want to.

"Why?"

"Lord Wang, would you like to have another drink?"

Qing'er playfully avoided the topic.

"This king is indeed a little thirsty!"

Pour the pot lightly, a cup of tea is served, at the moment when Li Chun takes the tea, Qing'er's hand is held tightly, the cup of tea is so unbiased between them, the tea fragrance is quiet, and the fragrance is pervasive.

"Qing'er."

"Lord Wang."

Affectionate eyes, four eyes staring.

In life, it turns out that he has entered his heart little by little, when he doesn't know, when he quarrels with him, when he doesn't care about protecting himself.

Qing'er felt her heart warm again.

The sunlight through the tent became softer, and every qiē became warm.