And it was almost the same as he thought. When he did not change his dream in reality, when he did not let anyone guard Lu Yun, and when Lu Yun had the possibility of going to the border, that night, Lu Erlang's dream changed again.
…
What I dreamed of was another of two vague dreams.
The dream in which cousin Luo trudged through the snow, searching for her third brother.
The dream became clearer, and Lu Jilang saw more details in the dream.
Thick fog covered the mountain, and the mountain was covered with heavy snow. There was no end in sight, and no future in sight. There were few people looking for someone in the snow fog, and Luo Lingyu was the only one walking hard. The fog under her feet dispersed, and she lowered her head to see corpses at her feet, with blood all over the ground. Men in ordinary clothes kept appearing and dying at Luo Lingyu's feet.
Luo Lingyu would turn every corpse over to take a look.
The mist on her eyelashes condensed into fine frost, and her face was pale and cold. She was a beautiful woman in a red cloak and white shirt, but now she looked pale and haggard. She shouted loudly, and her voice flowed in the empty sky and earth: "Lu Yun, Lu Yun——"
At a certain moment, her voice suddenly died in her throat.
Lu Erlang, who was like a wandering soul in his dream, followed her line of sight and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was suffocating, and his eyes became moist in an instant.
The mist slowly dissipated, and the handsome young man sat with his head down, leaning against the rocks, with blood all over his waist and abdomen. Three or four arrows pierced through his clothes and pierced into his body. His breath had disappeared, and he only maintained the sitting posture leaning against the rocks, with snow covering his shoulders and robes. His face was still as handsome as always, as white as snow and jade, like the purest ink painting in the world.
Even death is so beautiful.
The mountains and rivers were vast, the world was desolate, and only the sound of the wind and snow could be heard. With difficulty and weak legs, Luo Lingyu walked over step by step and knelt in front of him. She looked up at him and reached out to wipe away the ice and snow on his eyebrows. Lu Yun's delicate and gorgeous dark eyebrows were revealed.
The husband was clearly dead, but his face after death was the same as when he was alive, with the same spirit, the same charm, and he was the only one in the world. Luo Lingyu stared at him in astonishment, quietly and silently. She pursed her lips, and the flesh on her cheeks trembled slightly. She cried uncontrollably when she was looking for him everywhere, but when she saw him, she didn't cry.
Then she lowered her head and held his hand, which had long been frozen on his knees. As if she felt something was wrong, she opened his bent fingers and saw something paralyzed in his palm.
It was a purse with fine embroidery.
To Yu Lujilang, it looked similar to the purse he usually wore or the one embroidered by his maid.
Luo Lingyu's expression suddenly changed. The purse was already open, and a corner of the yellow talisman paper inside was exposed. When Luo Lingyu opened his hand, she looked down and saw the wrinkled talisman paper. This talisman paper had experienced a lot, losing water, and going to the battlefield with its master. Finally, there was a heavy snowstorm, and Luo Lingyu opened Lu Yun's hand, and the talisman paper in the purse was blown away by the wind.
Luo Lingyu did not raise her head to chase the talisman. In her eyes, the talisman was actually not very useful. Her love for Lu Yun, her proof, was actually in her purse. When the girl lowered her eyes to stare at the purse, it was only when she looked down that she saw a slight trace of blood on the snow.
Gently brushing away the traces on the snow, Luo Lingyu, with her deft fingers, would never let down her guard at such a time and destroy the secrets buried under the snow. After brushing away the thin layer of snow, the elegant handwriting written in blood between her fingers, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing in the sky, was revealed.
Lu Erlang recognized that his third brother was a famous scholar and a master of calligraphy. The font he used most often was exactly what he saw at this moment. The two lines of words written in blood were——
I will always remember your words.
Love is as immovable as a mountain.
…
Love is as immovable as a mountain.
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He is dead, but love is eternal.
…
Luo Lingyu suddenly broke down in her dream at this moment. She burst into tears and hugged her dead husband. She held his cold, stiff hands and pressed her face against his. She cried loudly, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"
"I wish you hadn't seen it—"
"Brother Xuechen, you must have been so sad at that time. I didn't want you to be sad..."
What she wanted was his love, to love her, to stay true to his heart, and to marry her.
She didn't want to peek into this secret after his death.
The girl hugged the dead man and cried until her voice became hoarse and her whole body trembled. She cried loudly, which was completely different from the sobbing and sobbing she usually put on. After all, she only loved him, and she only shed sincere tears in front of him.
However, this is not something to be happy about.
…
In the dream, after Lu Sanlang died, the war in the north also ended. Lu Yun won a tragic victory, paid the price of his life, and finally won an opportunity for the South. The one who came to the border to pick them up was King Chen, who personally asked for permission. His Royal Highness King Chen looked like he had aged ten years, his face was haggard, and his expression was very sad. It seemed that his situation was not much better than that of Luo Lingyu, who was in a trance.
Afterwards, Luo Lingyu followed Prince Chen back to Jianye.
The Civil War stopped, and the South began negotiations with the North.
Everything is developing in a prosperous direction.
Lu Saburo died a worthy death, becoming a hero of the South. But it was of no use to the people who cared about him.
Luo Lingyu, the cousin who lived in the Lu family and had been engaged to Lu Sanlang, had already broken off the marriage that she did not like. She broke off the marriage in order to marry someone else, and after the death of that other person, the breakup seemed like a joke. Fan Qingchen, the man from the Fan family in Nanyang, came to Jianye to find her in person, to reconcile with her and beg her to marry him.
Cousin Luo was very famous in Jianye. She had been building up her fame for a year, and many men in Jianye wanted to marry her.
Lu Erlang had no idea how much Luo Lingyu despised the poor and loved the rich, and he had no idea that his cousin would not marry unless she was from a wealthy family.
Because what Lu Erlang saw in his dream was that Luo Lingyu rejected all marriage proposals. She left Jianye with her sister, and the Lu family wanted to send her back to Nanyang, but she was unwilling.