Under the shade of the pavilion, the girl sat leaning against the railing, her lips slightly pursed, her face bent between her arms. She looked like an ordinary person, very elegant. Even if she sat there with a frown on her face and a displeased look, her skirt trailing on the ground, her hair like clouds and her face like flowers, she was still as beautiful as a fish sinking to the bottom of a pond and a wild goose falling to the ground.

The handsome and elegant man put his hand on her shoulder, lowered his head to talk to her, and coaxed her to speak softly. But the girl was being stubborn and just squeezed her shoulders, not allowing the man to touch her. No matter what he said, she turned her face away and ignored him.

After talking for a long time, the girl still ignored him. Lu Yun lowered his hand and stood behind her for a while, with a cold face: "Luo Lingyu, when you give way to the stairs, please take the initiative to come down, okay?"

Luo Lingyu immediately jumped up as if her tail was stepped on, her face full of anger, her eyes reddened with anger, and her voice rose high: "You actually said that about me?! Who on earth is that......"

When she stood up and bent her waist, Lu Sanlang, who looked very calm, reached out and grabbed her waist. The man who had been full of impatience just now now smiled and hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and teased her: "Okay, don't be angry. I was wrong, sister, please forgive me, ok?"

Luo Lingyu was hooked by her husband's hoarse and drawn-out ending tone, and her eyes turned red because of him: "Asshole..."

Lu Yun held her in his arms and comforted her, kissing her face and joking with her. His face was lowered to her neck, and the tip of his nose touched her skin. Lu Sanlang's voice became lower and lower, and it was no longer possible to hear what he was saying, but the tattooed girl was comforted and became obedient. The girl was held in his arms and could not break free. Her fingers were shaking as she grasped the sleeves of her lover, and she lowered her head and sobbed, sobbing.

Lu Yun laughed again: "Oh, you're using this trick again..."

Luo Lingyu: "Who is '嘤嘤'?! You are not my parents, don't give me a random name!"

Lu Erlang was in a trance, because although he knew from his dream that his third brother and cousin Luo were constantly flirting and their feelings were growing stronger, in reality, it was rare to see Lu Sanlang and Luo Madam being so good to each other. The two exchanged glances, their feelings were vague, but except for the day when Lu Sanlang and Luo Lingyu had a big fight and made a scene in front of old lady Lu to "propose to her", they rarely showed their feelings so obviously.

Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu seemed to be hesitant and unwilling to express their feelings openly, unwilling to let people think that they must be a couple. Until the dust settled, Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu were reluctant to admit their feelings.

This reserved style is different from the openness of the entire southern upper class.

Lu Erlang sighed: "No wonder I like these two brothers and sisters so much. They both have strange tempers."

Lu Erlang, who has always been pampered, has enjoyed all the resources of his family, and his parents have paved all the way for him, cannot understand. It is not that he has a bad temper. It is a sense of insecurity and uncertainty. He is afraid of the illusory future and that he is not worthy. Even if he is an outstanding man (woman) in the eyes of the world, he can never be confident in love. The sense of stability that his parents' early death did not bring can not be seen in other places. When it comes to love, Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu are essentially the same.

It was probably in Lu Yun's own courtyard that Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu felt more comfortable and hugged each other while talking... Lu Erlang stood at the gate of the courtyard for a while, and the two of them were also unaware. It was not until the maid who opened the curtain saw Lu Erlang at the gate of the courtyard and coughed heavily that Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu looked over.

Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu separated calmly and greeted Lu Erlang respectively. Lu Yun was thick-skinned and looked normal; Luo Lingyu tried to look into Lu Erlang's beautiful eyes as usual, but she was still a little shy.

Lu Jilang sighed.

Luo Lingyu tilted her head in confusion: Why is her second cousin sighing? Does he not like her being with Lu Sanlang? But she clearly heard Lu Yun say...

Lu Yun felt a little complicated when he saw Lu Erlang, because when he greeted Mrs. Lu this morning, he realized that he had misunderstood his second brother. His second brother never liked Luo Lingyu, and he took such good care of Luo Lingyu mostly for his sake. Lu Yun leaned over, his robe lifted to the ground, and he bowed respectfully: "Grandmother told me that my second brother spoke for us about Lingyu. I will listen to my second brother and go to Nanyang to help Lingyu and Fan break off the engagement. Thank you for helping me, second brother."

Lu Yun glanced at Luo Lingyu and motioned for her to come over and thank Lu Xian. Luo Lingyu pursed her lips and smiled, then moved forward.

Lu Jilang: “…”

Lu Erlang said quietly, "What if... I said I regretted it and shouldn't have helped you two to propose marriage? Can you pretend that you didn't know about this?"

Luo Lingyu, who had just come over and was about to pay her respects, was stunned: "..."

Lu Yun raised his eyebrows in surprise: What do you mean, second brother?

Lu Erlang nodded slowly, his tone even more ruthless: "It can't be, right? I know, I did something bad with good intentions. I have never been good at chess, and my overall view and pattern are far inferior to yours. It's a rare opportunity for me to play chess, and I have great ambitions, but I don't quite understand the whole chessboard, the black and white pieces are fighting each other, and there are constant omissions, which I can't make up for. Why doesn't God just let you play chess? It's obviously your own business. Is it because you have a life-threatening situation, but I don't?"

"I am a man of nature, why does fate play tricks on me?"

Lu Xian was sad, thinking that if his third brother Lu Yun could dream and predict the future, he would be much better than him, right? Lu Xian was really incapable of doing so. He loved talking about mountains and rivers, writing poems and composing verses. His lifelong wish was just to travel around, find a few close friends, and have a beautiful woman to accompany him. With a third brother who was a prodigy with extraordinary talent since childhood, Lu Erlang had long thought it through. He thought that his appearance and talent were not as good as Lu Yun, and his sensitivity to politics and world affairs was far inferior to Lu Yun... Maybe he was just luckier than Lu Yun. Should people with good luck bear this kind of responsibility? Regardless of whether he has the ability or not?

Lu Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at his second brother thoughtfully.

Luo Lingyu felt a little uneasy. The Lu Erlang at this moment was completely different from the quiet, reserved Lu Erlang she first knew, who always had a stern face when he scolded his younger brother.

Lu Erlang was talking nonsense: "Since I can't make up for the chess piece, why did God let me play chess? Besides, is it so closely related to me whether other people get married or not? I haven't even seen my own karma. It's rare for me to see the mysteries of heaven and earth. Why do I always have to watch the fate of others..."