The atmosphere is quite relaxed.

No matter what Fan Qingchen thought in his heart, he at least put on a friendly look to show that he was close to the common people, which won him praise.

Luo Lingyu sneered——

Fan Silang was obviously very annoyed by these people, but in order to take care of him on the way and avoid being hostile to them, he pretended to be caring. He was so sinister in the past, but he was no different when he encountered difficulties.

Far inferior to her brother Xuechen.

Although she and Fan Qingchen were of the same type, it did not prevent her from admiring Lu Xuechen. She knew the character of Xunmei Jushi from the moment she saw his paintings. She had admired him before she met Lu Yun. Lu Xuechen would not look down on ordinary people while pretending to be nice to them.

Lu Xuechen looked down on everyone, not just the poor. Precisely because he looked down on everyone, he treated everyone equally, regardless of whether they were from aristocratic families or poor families.

Luo Lingyu was righteous and felt that she was not kind enough, but she was also jealous of Lu Yun's attitude towards everyone. He didn't care whether they were from a noble family or a poor family. He didn't care whether they saved someone or not. He even wanted to marry her regardless of her background. It was because he was born into a very good family that he treated people and things according to his heart without having to plan too much. How could Luo Lingyu not be jealous of such good luck?

Sitting in Fan Qingchen's arms, Luo Lingyu couldn't help but think of another man. She felt sad, wondering if he was looking for her.

Many times, she always felt inferior in front of Lu Yun... She was always afraid that he didn't like her enough...

When she was sad, her nose suddenly felt cold. Luo Lingyu was startled and raised her wet eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and another piece of snow fell and flew into her eyes.

As the group fled south, they saw the first snow of the year falling between heaven and earth. The sky was gray and white, the fields were boundless, and snowflakes were flying among the people and scattering downwards.

Fan Qingchen whispered: "It's snowing... I'm afraid it will be sad tonight."

He felt the girl in his arms freeze up, looking up at the snow in a daze. He asked, "Are you cold?"

Luo Lingyu ignored him.

She just looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Her heart was blocked by the snow for a moment, and she felt depressed.

Lu Erlang said that Lu Yun died in a heavy snow.

It is said that he died on a snowy mountain, his blood had already run dry before he died, and there was no one by his side. Only the blood letter was covered by the wind and snow. If I could return your words to you for a thousand years, my love would be as unshakable as a mountain.

…

When Luo Lingyu knew about the dream, when Luo Lingyu outlined two different stories in her mind.

He wouldn't admit it, but perhaps he loved her and hated her at the same time.

…

Never before has such a clear feeling of panic come over me.

Death comes suddenly, catching people off guard.

Lu Erlang's dream always made people half-believe and half-doubtful. Moreover, with Lu Yun around, Luo Lingyu had not thought much about it. But when the first snow of this winter fell, when the worries every night reflected in reality, when her mind could not find Lu Yun in her dream, Luo Lingyu suddenly felt a wave of fear in the wilderness.

Her heart was gripped, and she couldn't breathe. She was afraid that the nightmare would come true, and that a mayfly could not shake a tree.

The girl lowered her eyes and clenched her teeth. When Fan Silang asked her if she was cold from behind, she decisively said yes, and was given a cloak to put on.

Luo Lingyu thought that she had to save herself, she wanted to escape from Fan Qingchen, she wanted to live, she wanted to see Lu Yun——

At least I can't let Lu Yun get into trouble because of me!

…

When the first snowflake fell from the sky, Lu Yun was in Yingchuan and met Hengyang Prince Liu Mu. The thick felt curtain of the big tent was opened, and the young prince strode out of the house. He saw Lu Sanlang's tall and thin back, looking up at the snow, with a thoughtful look on his handsome face. Hearing footsteps, Lu Yun turned around and saw Liu Mu's face was gloomy and he handed over a letter.

Liu Mu: "I just received intelligence that troops from the Northern Kingdom have invaded Ruyang. Ruyang is in danger!"

Lu Yun took the letter and read it quickly.

Seeing Lu Yun's indifferent expression, Liu Mu thought that Lu Yun was unwilling to send troops to help, so he said coldly: "We must go to Ruyang to help... You said that the robbers took Madam Luo all the way north. If they want to leave the South, Ruyang is at least much more likely than my Yingchuan. If Madam Luo is trapped in Ruyang, won't you save her?"

Lu Yun led his troops to join forces with the Prince of Hengyang. Yingchuan was not attacked by the enemy, and the Prince of Hengyang claimed that he did not know where Luo Lingyu was. But before all this, the crisis in Ruyang came.

Lu Yun was not in Nanyang, so he did not receive Lu Erlang's latest letter. But even if he did not receive it, Lu Yun did not need his brother to say more, and he roughly guessed the situation. If Lu Erlang's dream was true, Nanyang was in a great battle, and Ruyang City was in danger... Isn't this a great opportunity to die?

Lu Yun curled his lips and smiled slightly. Unrelated to the topic, he suddenly reached out to catch a snowflake and said to Liu Mu, "Sir, if you knew the secret of heaven and guessed that heaven wanted you to die, would you believe in fate and just wait like that?"

Liu Mu was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "I never do things that require me to rest and wait for the opportunity to come!"

Lu Yun concealed his anxiety and smiled.

He nodded slightly and murmured, "...I'll have to give it a try."

The timeline of Lu Erlang's dream is too messy and needs to be reorganized. Lu Erlang is simple, and the truth of his dream is always doubted because he has never seen it.

Now, the first snow in the north has fallen. The death warrant, with steady steps, is getting closer and closer between heaven and earth, towards Lu Yun.

Lu Yun thought: This is a good opportunity to try it out.

He suddenly had a strong impulse, and an immature idea came to his mind. He wanted to go against all the decisions he would make - he wanted to use the few words that Lu Erlang himself could not explain clearly to outline a complete story. And looking at this story, if every order and decision was contrary to his own heart. If he drastically changed all the signs, what would Lu Erlang's dream story become?

Will the other crises he anticipated disappear or will they still exist?