His voice trailed off.

Breathing and lingering with her again.

His breath touched hers.

He grabbed her shoulders, pushed her down, and pressed on her. An inch away, Luo Lingyu looked up, his hair spread on her face. Luo Lingyu's breathing was rapid, and her hands and feet were limp. Knowing that he couldn't see, she rolled her eyes and her voice became a little softer than usual: "What do you want to do?"

Lu Yun chuckled, put his face close to hers, and said a few words, which made her blush and push him away.

Because he whispered in her ear: "...I'll make it so you can't get out of bed."

The two were making such a noise, laughing and kissing each other, and Luo Lingyu was so excited that her face turned red and she felt weak. The maid Zhiyue called out from outside, "My dear, the medicine is ready for you. The doctor ordered that you apply it as soon as it is ready. Otherwise, if you cover your eyes with gauze for too long, the scar at the corner of your eye will leave a mark, and it will hurt your eyes again, which is not good?"

Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu in the dormitory: "..."

Lu Yun's face suddenly sank, as dark as a pot.

Luo Lingyu blinked and suddenly laughed: "Brother Xuechen... your maid seems very... hum."

Luo Lingyu pushed him away and sat up, shouting: "Lu Xuechen, are you kidding me? You didn't hurt your eyes, and your face wasn't disfigured?!"

Then she doesn't have to be a slave and sacrifice herself?

Zhiyue was just not happy that her flirtatious cousin and her husband were in the same room at night, laughing and joking. When she heard about it from outside and was filled with jealousy, she rushed to deliver the medicine as soon as it was ready. The next moment, she saw Luo Lingyu hurried out of the room, without even looking at her, and left like the wind with the maids in the yard. Zhiyue didn't have time to see what her cousin's expression was. She nervously took the medicine into the room and saw Lu Sanlang's uncertain face on the ivory mat.

Lu Yun thought thoughtfully: "Zhiyue, how old are you?"

Zhiyue's heart was moved, and she said shyly, "My dear, I am already fifteen years old."

Lu Yun: "I'm fifteen now, I have my own ideas, and I can get married."

Zhiyue said anxiously: "I don't want to get married! Sister Jinyue hasn't married yet, I want to serve Sanlang for a few more years..." She raised her eyes and suddenly saw Lu Yun's cold face. The cold wind blew and she came back to her senses, thinking about what kind of person her husband was. Zhiyue bit her teeth and quickly expressed her determination: "I, I want to stay with Sanlang and serve him for the rest of my life, serve... serve the future lady for the rest of her life."

Lu Yun smiled and said, "Whether my future wife likes it or not is another matter. Do you still want to serve me for the rest of your life?"

Ozuki: “Yes…”

Lu Yun: "How do you serve me?"

Zhiyue didn't understand what he meant.

Lu Sanlang smiled and said, "How about serving you in my bed and making you my concubine?"

Zhiyue was shocked and realized that he was really angry. When she was panicking, she saw Lu Yun coldly said, "Kneel down."

She fell to her knees, knocking over the medicine bowl, and cold sweat covered her back.

…

Luo Lingyu actually didn't take the maid Zhiyue's thoughts to heart. Like her and Lu Yun, they both had many servants who admired them. If Lu Yun didn't handle these little things well, he wouldn't be the famous Lu Sanlang. She returned to her own residence restlessly, went to see her sister who was already asleep, and gave a few instructions to the maid.

Lingxi hesitated to speak, wanting to tell Luo Lingyu the news that Qin Musi had come to Jianye.

Unfortunately, Luo Lingyu was preoccupied and didn't notice Lingxi's expression, so she turned around and left.

Luo Lingyu was not sleepy. She was too excited to fall asleep. Her mind was full of the play she had just had with Lu Sanlang in the "Qingyuan", his smile, his lips, and the ambiguous relationship between him and herself that she never made clear... She was still keeping her composure, waiting to see who would admit it first, who liked him more.

Love cannot be taken back once it’s spilled, but for a proud man like Lu Yun, he must explain the source and the cause… How could her pride be less than his?

Luo Lingyu sat down at her desk with a heavy heart, sharpening her inkstone for a long time, then she calmed her wrist and picked up the brush, and two lines of poetry appeared on the paper - "I want you to say one word for all eternity, and I hope your love will be as unshakable as a mountain."

She stared at the two lines of words for a long while, deep in thought, when Lu Erlang's voice came from outside the door: "Cousin, are you asleep? I came to check on you."

Lu Erlang had been led to the door. Luo Lingyu casually used a paper weight to hold down the rice paper and went to open the door with a smile. The moon was as bright as autumn water, shining in front of the house. Lu Erlang was led into the room by Luo Lingyu to greet him. Lu Xian looked at her and said, "Is everything okay with what happened today, cousin?"

Luo Lingyu was surprised that he came here so late at night and cared about this, so she answered perfunctorily.

Lu Xian looked at her intently: "Third brother is injured and has difficulty moving. You have to take good care of him."

Luo Lingyu was surprised: "Of course..."

Even though Lu Yun lied to her and scared her into thinking he would never get better, she secretly hated him in her heart and she also knew that she should take care of Lu Yun.

Lu Xian stared at her, feeling very worried: "Don't ignore him just because his injuries are minor..." As if in the dream, Cousin Luo was unaware of the injury on her third brother's wrist. She was only focused on Prince Hengyang and didn't care about Lu Sanlang at all.

Luo Lingyu: “…”

Her chest rose and fell, and she was slightly angry: "What are you talking about, second cousin? He's already like that...how can his injuries be considered minor?"

Being questioned by his cousin with a look that said "you have no conscience", Lu Xian was not angry, but smiled happily. Feeling relaxed, Lu Xian had time to sweep around the house. He saw the words on the desk with wet ink. Lu Erlang walked over and said with a smile: "Cousin, you still have time to write..." Luo Lingyu didn't stop, and her words fell into Lu Xian's hands.

Lu Xian was about to comment on her good handwriting, but when he saw this stroke, he was stunned. Lu Xian remembered that he usually didn't care about Cousin Luo and didn't recognize her handwriting. But he recognized the handwriting of this calligraphy - because in his dream, when Jianye City was broken and Taichu Palace was destroyed, Lu Xian vaguely saw this handwriting.

"I want you to say one thing for a thousand years, and I hope your love will be as unshakable as a mountain."

At that time, Lu Xian thought that this was written by Cousin Luo to His Majesty Liu Mu, and the world thought that this was the Queen's confession of love to His Majesty. Cousin Luo in the dream never explained it... If Luo Lingyu wrote this word at this time... then she liked Lu Sanlang at the moment before she was appointed as the Princess of Hengyang, right?