The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

There was no light in the room, only the moonlight shining through the window, casting a hazy shadow on the man on the chair.

"The candy is delicious, thank you very much, Lord Cen. If you hadn't made arrangements in advance, my mother would have suffered a lot." Lu Sangyu bowed deeply to the black shadow, then lit the candle in the dark.

Suddenly, a warm yellow light shone into Cen Yuan's dark eyes, and a warm flame danced in them. "It's just a small favor, don't worry about it."

That bag of peanut candy was left by Cen Yuan's people.

This was what Cen Yuan and Lu Sangyu had agreed on earlier. Seeing Peanut Candy meant that there was no need to worry, as someone would protect his mother.

But Cen Yuan didn't expect that the people placed next to Chen Jikang would be affected.

Despite this, Lu Sangyu was still worried that her mother would be frightened, so her anxiety along the way was not entirely an act.

"I promised Li Changfeng to be an insider and reveal what happened in the Northern Propaganda Department." Lu Sangyu smiled faintly, "According to your earlier instructions, I have said everything I can."

Cen Yuan nodded. "If you don't obey his wishes today, he will kill you and your mother on the spot and put the blame on Jing'an Teahouse."

This is why Lu Sangyu was led to Jing'an Teahouse for a walk.

The Li family was anxious. In other words, it was actually the Empress Dowager who was anxious.

The two talked for quite a while, and Lu Sangyu said, "Please sit down for a while. I'll make some breakfast for us to eat together."

"No need to rush." ​​Cen Yuan glanced out the window, "I've been waiting for you all night, I have to go home and report."

Lu Sangyu had already stood up and said, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon." Without saying anything, he turned around and left.

He moved quickly and quickly made pumpkin porridge, steamed buns, and served a plate of nightshade.

The two men sat by the window and had breakfast together.

Cen Yuan smiled faintly, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Lu Sangyu changed her mind and said, "It's nothing, actually. This is the soursop that my mother made. Do you like it?"

"It's delicious." Cen Yuan praised, and then said, "My wife is going to arrange a few maids and servants to serve you. Have you decided?"

Lu Sangyu hurriedly stood up and bowed, "Thank you very much, I was just about to go to the pawnbroker to find some pawnbrokers to buy some sharp hands and feet."

"It's an extraordinary time, and people outside are worried."

Lu Sangyu sat down again, "How could I, Lu, have the honor to meet the princess and her husband?"

Cen Yuan thought, I was looking for you, my little girl is worried sick. After rebirth, there are a lot of people to save, but not enough manpower. If you can take care of one, you can't take care of the other. If you act too late, you will feel uncomfortable for a long time.

He concealed the melancholy in his eyes, feeling that the little girl had too much on her shoulders and had almost no free time.

If she only cared about the little world of the Marquis' Mansion, it would be time for her to enjoy herself. But she just chatted casually and brought up something like the Fushou Cream, which was a disaster for the country and the people.

He was lost in thought for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Sangyu hesitated to speak, "Do you want to ask about the booklet?"

Lu Sangyu paused for a moment, and then he said "hmm" after a long while, "My mother is clearly alive and well, but what is written in that book is as if my mother really died once."

That booklet troubled him for a long time. Whenever he thought that his mother might be gone, he would run to his mother's room in the middle of the night and wake her up, just to see if she was still alive.

He stood up, took the booklet out of the desk drawer, turned to a page and showed it to Cen Yuan.

There was a line of words written on the page: A stack of paper, a stick of incense, and an empty set of bowls and chopsticks on the table. It ended there, and the back of the booklet was originally blank.

But Lu Sangyu recently went through the formalities in person.

He imagined the emotions he might have if his mother was forced to death by the Lu family. The continuation became like this: a glass of wine, two lines of tears, recalling the past; fireworks outside the window, candles inside the window, desolation fills the morning and evening.

He asked, "Is that so?"

Cen Yuan rubbed his brows and said perfunctorily, "About this... go ask my wife. I don't know."

Lu Sangyu clearly felt that Cen Yuan knew about this, and pressed on, "So I really wrote this poem myself? I originally wrote it in that booklet, except for those annotations. Princess Haiyan was afraid that I wouldn't understand it, so she wrote annotations on it? Is that right? My mother..."

"Aren't you living well now?" Cen Yuan interrupted him, "Why are you thinking so much?"

The end of science is metaphysics, and the end of metaphysics is theology. Stop asking questions.

There was no point in asking, as he, a modern man, hadn't figured out the mystery. He was so scared when he first arrived in another world, with people wearing ancient clothes everywhere, no cell phones, no internet. He was not used to it, but now he is like a duck in water, and he just needs to get used to it.

Lu Sangyu's pupils widened. "So it's true? It really happened? Was it...a previous life?"

Cen Yuan asked back, "Do you believe in gods and Buddhas? Do you believe in past lives?"

"I don't believe it." Lu Sangyu shook his head, but at this moment, he was shaken, "Princess Haiyan is a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, right?"

Cen Yuan raised her eyebrows and nodded seriously, "I told her to worry less and mind her own business, but she's always busy. Isn't she a bit like a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering?"

Lu Sangyu felt that she had been fooled by Cen Yuan and didn't know where to start.

Cen Yuan reached out and patted Lu Sangyu, "Just remember, my little girl has high hopes for you. Beiyi needs loyal ministers like you, and also good generals like Tang Xinghe and others. Now we need to work together to deal with the Li family and the Queen Mother who are selling out their country for fame, and to deal with the ambitions of other countries, so that Beiyi can create a prosperous era."

After Cen Yuan finished drawing the pancake and left, Lu Sangyu sat there in a daze for a long time.

I seem to understand, but I don’t seem to understand.

Cen Yuan seemed to answer him, but also seemed to say nothing.

So did he write this poem?

He recalled that once Mr. Huang Wanqian was holding the "Table of Saintly Virtues" he had written, and he was as happy as a child, "I am the reincarnation of my ancestor! Haha, I swear I haven't read the original text, but when I wrote it, it's exactly the same. Haha, exactly the same."

Many people just laughed it off, thinking that Huang Wanqian was getting older and older. But when Lu Sangyu thought about it now, she felt that her situation was exactly the same as Huang Wanqian's.

Princess Haiyan... there is something mysterious about her. Is she really a ghost that protects the house? No, it is clearly a god. It is not a ghost that protects the house, but a ghost that protects the country.

Thinking of this, Lu Sangyu suddenly became enlightened and laughed. Just follow the guardian deity, why worry so much?

From then on, he lived and worked in peace and contentment, and worked hard as an official. When the war between the various countries was over, he asked the emperor for leave to return to the Lu family to deal with those people. He took all the family property back and handed it over to his mother. After he made meritorious service, he would ask for an imperial decree for her.

This life is perfect, nothing else is desired.

Lu Sangyu thought happily, the fog in her heart dissipated, and she put the booklet into the innermost box.

Cen Yuan quietly returned to Tinglan Courtyard. It was already dawn.

The little girl stood pretty in the morning light, having finished dressing up and preparing to go out.

Cen Yuan thought of Lu Sangyu's words and couldn't help but smile. She said to her, "My God, where are you going so early in the morning?"