Thinking of this, Lu Erlang could no longer sit still in the government office. He took a pen and paper and a note to hand over the duty to Liu Mu, begging the Prince of Hengyang to take over his duty if he was free. Liu Mu was reluctant at first, but was annoyed by his pestering and had to agree. When signing the handover, Liu Mu asked casually, "What are you in a hurry to do?"

Lu Erlang hesitated for a moment and said honestly, "I'll go back home and sleep."

Good dream.

The wolf hair brush in Liu Mu's hand froze above the paper: "..."

Lu Xian was ready to be scolded by Liu Mu, but Liu Mu just looked at him and said earnestly: "Since Lu Erlang is going back to rest, why not do one more thing along the way."

Lu Xian humbly asked for advice.

Liu Mu sincerely suggested: "Go to the imperial physician to check out your brain disease. Maybe there is still a chance of recovery."

Lu Xian: “…”

It seems that the King of Hengyang is sure that he is ill. Poor Lu Erlang has no words to express his suffering. He has prayed to countless Buddhas and asked countless masters for help for things he is not sure about. If he tells about the dream that no one can explain clearly, there will be more people in the world who think he is crazy. Lu Xian had to smile awkwardly, bowed and left, and really went back to his house.

The first thing Lu did when he returned to Danyang was to bathe and change his clothes, and then light all the incense in the small Buddhist temple in his courtyard. He worshipped the Buddha statue he had brought from the temple again and again, chanting. Lu Erlang was a devout Buddhist, and the servants and maids in the courtyard were all terrified, fearing that his fanatical appearance would spread outside and cause rumors.

After finishing all this, he lit sandalwood incense in his room, and before it got dark, he lay down on his bed and forced himself to sleep. He had an instinctive intuition that he would definitely have a dream.

…

I really had the dream again.

The dream was completely different from the previous one, but it was extremely unstable. Lu Erlang shuttled through a series of dark dreams, sometimes hearing the sound of trumpets and war, and sometimes hearing the sound of celebration and joy. At one moment he saw the mountains and rivers turned upside down, the country destroyed and people died; at another moment he saw the country peaceful and the people safe, with good weather and good harvests.

…

This time, they were two completely different dreams.

He had his first dream, which was the one that Lu Erlang had not finished when he took a nap in Sikong Mansion.

The world was white and snowy everywhere. Lu Xian couldn't see anything in the dim sky and earth. He could only see the beautiful girl stumbling in the mist. He asked loudly if there was anyone there. He ran over and caught up with the girl: "Cousin Luo, cousin Luo, where is this——"

He had never been to such a place, and had never seen such heavy fog. Lu Xian lowered his head and stepped on the snow, confirming that the climate in the south was humid, and he had never seen such knee-deep fluffy snow in his life.

And Luo Lingyu walked in the snow and fog.

She was filthy, wearing a scarlet cloak with white fox collar and mink sleeves. She could not see Lu Erlang, and she only looked around, tears welling up in her eyes. She cried out in a sad voice, "Lu Yun-Lu Yun... Lu Yun!"

Lu Erlang caught up with her: "Where is this? Is it the North? How did you get to the North with him? Where is he? Cousin Luo, how, how..."

How come you are the only one here?

Lu Erlang stood in the snow, watching Luo Lingyu crying with her hands covering her face, and looking for someone in the mist in a panic. Love is like a repetition, love is like spilled water, it comes suddenly and leaves suddenly. The sky and the earth are bleak, and she finally fell to the ground, choking with sobs: "Lu Yun——!"

How could he leave her alone?

…

Lu Erlang stared at the girl crying in the snow. That person left this world, and someone else's world began to collapse. Bit by bit, it fell apart, taking everything away. In this dream, he followed the line of sight of his cousin Luo, who had never found his third brother. So had he. But soon, the world spun, and before Lu Erlang had wiped the tears from his eyes, he fell into a second dream.

This dream, however, is about drinking and chatting, but it is also about fanning the light.

Lu Jilang saw himself among the guests.

He dreamed of the wedding day of Lu Sanlang and Luo Lingyu.

He saw with his own eyes the handsome young man, holding the girl with a fan covering her face, walking step by step towards the hall. Old Madam Lu and other elders were grinning from ear to ear, and the old prince who had been in Lingnan also came back to attend his grandson's wedding. Lu Erlang looked at them and bowed once, twice, and three times.

But the fan was slightly lowered, the girl's face was flushed, and her eyes were bright and beautiful as water as she looked at her lover.

Set up the light of Hong'an and bring about a lasting happiness.

…

He woke up from his dream in a cold sweat and noticed that it was too bright outside the tent. Lu Erlang felt a splitting headache and stretched out his hand to block the light. He felt tears in the corners of his eyes. He sat there in a daze, full of doubts: Why was it so blurry this time? Both dreams were not clear, but I dreamed them both? Which one was real?

Did the third brother have an accident, or did he marry Luo's cousin? What do the two different dreams indicate?

Suddenly, he thought of the dream he had before, in which his third brother was pierced by thousands of arrows and died...Lu Erlang called the servant outside and asked, "Is Sanlang at home?"

"Is cousin Luo at home?"

Chapter 80

The sky was clear and the air was fresh. Flowers were in full bloom on the wall of Lu Mansion in the east city of Danyang. Passers-by all stopped to take a look.

In the early morning, Jiang Wanyi, a cousin of the Lu family, personally cooked snow vegetable and bird's nest porridge, and rushed to deliver the porridge to Lu Sanlang before the gentlemen left the court. On the other hand, Luo Lingyu, another cousin who had paid her respects to Madam Lu in the morning, heard from other cousins ​​that Jiang Wanyi was going to deliver porridge to Lu Yun. Luo Lingyu smiled slightly - Jiang Wanyi hadn't given up yet?

It doesn't matter, wait until she stimulates you again.

Jiang Wanyi and the maids carrying food boxes arrived outside Lu Sanlang's courtyard and were stopped by Lu Yun's personal maid Jinyue. Jinyue was polite and bowed to her cousin apologetically: "Our husband likes quietness. When he is not around, he doesn't want anyone to enter his courtyard. Please wait for him, cousin."

Jiang Wanyi said softly, "It's just a bowl of porridge. I won't move around. I'm willing to wait for my third cousin to come back."

Jinyue said, "It's uncertain when our husband will come back, and I don't even know if he will come back today. This bowl of porridge is probably getting cold, so you should go back. Why don't you wait until Sanlang comes back, and I'll ask someone to tell you?"