Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 930

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?"