"Then what do you think of that Lu Cen Yuan?"

"Is this above in the history books?" Lu Cenyuan's jade-like fingers slowly swept across the paper, "King An of Dayu, who has experienced a hundred battles and died at the hands of people, is respectable, sad, and lamentable." ”

It turned out that what he thought.

"What else?" Jinghan didn't realize it herself, so she asked this sentence.

"He is a very traditional gentleman, self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the country, and leveling the world. He was originally supposed to be like an ordinary scholar, pointing out the country and inspiring words, but when his family and country were separated, he could only be willing to put his sword down his waist and go to Beidi. ”

Lu Cen paused for a moment.

"Actually, I'm quite envious of him."

"Huh?" In the eyes of others, Lu Shao, the king of An, did not achieve his ambition in his life, and finally died young, so there should be nothing to envy.

"Do you know Princess Ann?"

"Hmm." Jinghan thought about her previous life, she was very familiar with the name Princess An, how could she not know?

Jing Han had a little expectation, she didn't know how Lu Cen Yuan would look at her in the last life, and whether she would think she was hopelessly stupid.

"Princess Chen Liu, after Lu Shao's death, left the noisy Jinling City, a girl from the south, silently moved to the north with her children."

"Actually, the days in the north are not very bitter."

Jinghan thought in her heart, but didn't dare to say it. Because Lu Cen Yuan in the previous life will definitely feel sorry for her after he knows it.

The winter in the north is full of snow, the weather is very dry, and the world is white, like a bubble specially woven for her. Occasionally, when someone knocks on the door, Jing Han will also guess if it is that person, even if Jing Han already knows that that person has long been sleeping here, it is also on such a snowy day.

Jinghan has always disliked Jinling City, even if it doesn't snow much, he can't see the clear sky. It sometimes rains in winter, and the city is shrouded in a haze that people will never see what it will look like in the future.

"Princess An is actually quite lucky to meet His Royal Highness King An. Lu Shao has only one wife in his life, loves and protects him. He's good, it's just that a lot of it hasn't been written in the book, he's really good, it's good. ”

Many things are in the past, and with the water of the Yangtze River, they have been dispersed little by little, just like Jinghan feels that she will never meet such a good person again.

He was nice and tired, as if he had to carry everything on his shoulders. He is not a saint, and he just bears the name of King An in vain, so he thinks about helping the world.

"Are you okay?" Lu Cen Yuan handed her a handkerchief.

Without looking in the mirror, Jinghan also knew how embarrassed she was now.

Anyway, it's embarrassing, it's okay to be embarrassed, whatever Lu Cen Yuan thinks. Whether it's sentimental or hypocritical, she doesn't care.

"I'm sorry, I'm out of shape, I saw it in the wild history book."

"It doesn't matter, what is in the wild history book may not be true." Lu Cen Yuan took a step closer to Jing Han and gently patted Jing Han's back.

"When the matter is over now, let's read these wild history books together."

"Okay, it's decided."

A person is too tired, and when Anxi's matter is over, Jinghan must tell everything to Lu Cen Yuan. But only if she has the courage and if he is willing to listen.

"Don't you cry?"

"Nope."

Jinghan swore that she really didn't love to cry very much, but Lu Cen was far from coincidental, when she cried, she was bumped into by Lu Cen Yuan.