Jinghan has drunk wine, but she is prone to headaches.

When she woke up in the night, she found that she was already in bed, and as for the answer she wanted, she did not hear it.

I don't remember if Lu Cen Yuan didn't say it, or if Jing Han was so drunk that he was unconscious at that time.

The inside of her mouth was so dry that Jing Han licked her lips, tiptoed up, and gently pushed open the door of the room.

Feeling the darkness and pouring a glass of water, Jinghan quietly walked along the root of the wall again.

"Mother."

In the dark night, the warm voice suddenly remembered, but it was a little abrupt.

"Smack!"

In response to Lu Cen Yuan, there was a crisp sound of glass shattering, Jing Han didn't dare to move, it is conceivable that her neighborhood must be full of glass slag.

"You...... What did you just call me? ”

Jing Han felt that his tears had fallen, but fortunately, it was not dark around him, and he couldn't see it.

Suddenly, the lights in the living room came on, and it was bright.

Even Jinghan's tears were gone.

Jing Han saw Lu Cen Yuan coming over, picked her up, jumped over the glass shards, and slowly put her on the sofa.

On the coffee table, there was a copy of "Yu History", a hardcover, looking at the page, as if it was that period, that era full of wolf smoke.

"Niangniang is so careless, no number of cups at home are enough for you to fall!"

Lu Cen Yuan stroked Jing Han's sideburns, and then wiped the corner of Jing Han's eyes, where there was a tear mole.

"What do you call me?"

Jing Han ignored Lu Cenyuan's jokes, but continued to cling to the previous question.

When Jing Han spoke, her lips were uncontrollable, word by word squeezed out of her mouth, and her body trembled.

"Niangniang, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm polite."

Lu Cen Yuan shook off the folds on his clothes, put his right hand on his left hand, and bowed.

Jing Han hurriedly jumped off the sofa and was about to return the salute, but was stopped by Lu Cenyuan.

"You...... You know it all? ”

"I remember, thank you, Jinghan."

As soon as Lu Cen Yuan finished speaking, there was a gentle and soft girl in his arms.

Lu Cen Yuan didn't know where Jing Han got so much strength to put him against the back of the sofa.

Jing Han knew that she was crying a lot, so she hid in Lu Cen Yuan's arms, anyway, he came back, and she was not ashamed.

"Thank you!"

The girl in her arms cried so much that Lu Cen Yuan stretched out his hand and gently helped Jing Han to breathe.

"I'm so scared! Do you know? I'm so scared! ”

"I'm afraid I won't remember it, and I'm afraid you know I remember, and think I'm a madman."

"No, it's all over!"

Oh, yes! It's all gone!

is like "Yu History" on the coffee table, it turns out that everything has long been turned over.

Jing Han wiped away her tears, but the corners of her eyes were still red.

"Jinghan, I miss you so much!"

Lu Cen Yuan touched Jing Han's forehead, as if he had returned to the battlefield where the yellow sand was flying.

"Thinking of all the things back then, it turns out that if I worked hard, the country will still die."

Outside the tent was a mountain of corpses, and inside the tent was a bottle of poisonous wine. A father-in-law with a duck's voice shook off the rags and dust.

"His Royal Highness King An, our family is here to see you on your way!"

"Your Highness, you have to think clearly, if you drink this glass of wine, they will be fine."

"If it ......"

The father-in-law suddenly smiled, but it was a smile that made people tremble.

"Our family heard that His Royal Highness King An has always loved soldiers like sons, so I guess ......"

The later ending is just like what is written in the history books.

Lu Cen Yuan, the former god of war, was unwilling to be defeated and humiliated, and a cup of poisoned wine cost his own life.

And his subordinates, 100,000 elite soldiers, were defeated and the whole army was annihilated.