The middle-aged man was furious when he saw the young man ignoring him, but he couldn't do anything about this taciturn man. He looked around to see that no one was paying attention, and took the opportunity to whisper to the young man: "Mrs. Chen lost the battle of wits with Mrs. Luo. But it doesn't matter, Mrs. Chen has a powerful family, while Mrs. Luo is living under someone else's roof. This is a great opportunity to stir up conflict between the Chen and Lu families, we must seize it."

The young man remained silent.

The middle-aged man knew he was listening: "So, aren't we being helped by Madam Chen? You and I can seduce those refugees, spread the word among them, stir up their anger, and let them speak for Madam Chen. Pick a time, let these refugees go and surround Madam Luo... Hey, who wouldn't be happy to see a beauty like that?"

His eyes were filled with lust, as if he had imagined the weak and pitiful girl being surrounded by a group of refugees who were eager for her. If she had no one to protect her and fell into their hands, the girl would have a thin waist, plump breasts, and smooth skin. She must be very delicious...

The young man turned his head away in disgust and agreed.

This man was their leader in the South Country, and they really couldn't kill him before the mission was accomplished. But in his heart, the young man had already killed him many times, waiting to kill these people who had humiliated him after the mission was accomplished. As long as the mission was accomplished, what did it matter whether he went back alone or in a group?

…

Luo Lingyu teased Chen Xiu for a while, but she didn't dare to make Chen Xiu really mad. When Lu Erlang went to the temple to communicate with the master, the monk Luo Lingyu had found earlier came to tell her. After a while, the monk said that Lu Erlang went to the small Buddhist temple in the backyard to talk to the Bodhisattva alone, so Luo Lingyu sneaked over.

The small Buddhist temple that Lu Erlang had taken care of before was quiet and peaceful. The bamboo forest was green and the Dharma was pure. The girl lifted her skirt and tiptoed around the forest and the vines to the outside of the temple. She stood outside the window, getting closer, so it was especially quiet here, and she could clearly hear Lu Erlang's voice inside.

Lu Erlang said in a very low voice: "Buddha, my third brother is going to die. It will only take about half a year. How can I save him? I want to go directly to Nanyang, but my cousin Luo also wants to go. Isn't that the same as my dream? Wasn't it like this in my previous life? Besides, my parents will not agree to let me go to Nanyang. In the dream, they agreed only after the war was over... Now... Does my third brother have to die?"

"First I dreamed of him being pierced by thousands of arrows, then I dreamed of him dying in the snow. They were all at about the same time. First, my cousin Luo married the King of Hengyang, and then she lived a lonely life. How many past lives are there? Bodhisattva, could it be that in the past lives, I had begged you like this, and you gave me the opportunity to change my fate? In that past life, does it mean... that love lasts forever? What should I do, Bodhisattva, please give me some advice."

…

Luo Lingyu was outside and her scalp felt like it was exploding and her brain was buzzing and going blank.

She was horrified and wondered what the second cousin was talking about. What past life? What third brother must die? Would Lu Yun die? Was Lu Erlang crazy?

If other people heard what Lu Erlang said, they would think he was crazy. A man does not talk about strange things, so Lu Erlang would definitely be locked up. People rarely believe things they have never seen before.

But why, as Luo Lingyu covered her rapidly beating chest, did she feel like she believed it?

She heard "Lu Yun" and she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard it.

The girl leaned forward with her face against the window, her body lowered, wanting to hear more clearly. She was anxious, so she easily revealed her flaws. She leaned too low, and her face accidentally hit the edge of the wood by the window. In the silence, this extremely light sound also attracted attention.

The young man in the room muttered to himself and suddenly stopped.

Luo Lingyu's palms were sweaty, she was at a loss. Her skirt was scattered like a lotus, she looked up and saw a young man walking out of the Buddhist hall. The young man looked at her with complicated eyes: "Cousin Luo...what did you hear?"

…

What would she like to hear?

This is an opportunity to move forward or backward. There seems to be a door in front of you. Push it open and you will see a different world.

Sweat oozed from the tip of Luo Lingyu's nose.

…

After a long while, Lu Erlang heard his cousin smile. She bowed her slender neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Second cousin, there is no such thing as past life or present life. Have you ever thought that your dreams might be... predicting the future?"

There is no such thing as a past life or a present life, but rather a trajectory of possible future events that is constantly changing. All of this was encountered by Lu Jilang... Lu Jilang's eyes twitched.

After the girl calmed down, her eyes were full of light. She said softly, "If you can predict everything that will happen in the future...if it has anything to do with my third cousin, will you tell me?"

Lu Xian: "...the secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Luo Lingyu chuckled: "Second cousin, the secret has been revealed. The secret may be revealed by you."

Lu Jilang: "Don't you think I'm crazy?"

She looked at him and said, "Actually, I don't really believe these things... But second cousin, even if I don't believe in Lu Yun's story, I still want to listen. Second cousin, are you willing to tell me?"

Chapter 91

The sweet dew of the herb and the warm night.

At night, lanterns jingled with the noise of railway horses, and mist rose again. The sky and earth outside the window were hazy like rain wipers, and a layer of silver frost fell on the steps at the door. The elegant and graceful girl swept the ground with her skirt, and the ripples were like stacked flowers. She was standing in front of the dressing table, inserting branches, watering, and pruning. The color was slightly red under the lamp, and under her skillful care, the flower was gorgeous and charming. This flower was the "wife's noise" that Lu Yunling threw into her arms when he left with an umbrella that day. Luo Lingyu did not throw the flower away, but inserted it and took good care of it.

The beauty is hidden by the flowers. Luo Lingyu instructed her maid Lingyu, thinking as she said, "Take out the wine that Miss Jiang gave me before she left, add some tea flower dew to the wine, pour some ice water, and use the recipe I gave you before. The weather is getting hotter, and drinking tea flower dew wine on a summer night should be an elegant thing."

"Pick the bananas in the yard, cut them, and sew them into mats. It will be cooler to lie on them."