The old emperor of the Southern Kingdom was really useless. He issued ten orders a day, but half of them were refuted by the nobles. When the order was passed to the North, the Prince of Chen, Liu Chu, was in the Sima Mansion and found all kinds of excuses to prevent the order from being issued.
The Northern Kingdom's envoys were panicking, with an ominous premonition that the situation was reversed and the enemy had read their minds. They could no longer wait. They had been reluctant to use the hidden chess piece they had buried in the Southern Kingdom before, but this time... the Southern Kingdom's court could not influence Lu Saburo, so they had to use this hidden chess piece.
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After days of running around, the weather turned cold and Lu Xian caught a cold and had a headache the whole day.
Lu Erlang discussed political affairs with Prince Chen during the day, and felt uneasy, so he went to the temple to worship. He had become a frequent visitor to the temples in Jianye. While visiting, he accidentally ran into Ningping Princess Liu Tang, who was discussing marriage with him. Liu Tang also brought Luo Yunhuan, the younger sister of the Luo family, to burn incense and worship Buddha together.
In the evening, when they drove back home, Lu Erlang took Luo Yunhuan back with him.
His eyelids were twitching and he felt tired. Luo Yunhuan beside him was quiet and didn't disturb him. So when he got in the car and had a headache, Lu Xian simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Miss Luo Yunhuan originally wanted to talk to her second cousin and ask about the situation in Nanyang. She heard that the situation there was unstable, and she was worried about her sister and future brother-in-law. But her second cousin closed his eyes and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car, so the young lady had to puff up her cheeks and shut up obediently.
I lowered my head and played with my fingers for a while, when suddenly the window was pushed open and raindrops from outside the car curtain poured onto my face.
Luo Yunhuan moved closer in surprise, her face pressed against the window. She was careful to close the window so that her second cousin wouldn't get wet, when she suddenly saw the lantern hanging outside the car, illuminating the expressionless young man standing under the wall. Luo Yunhuan was stunned, the drizzle fell sideways, and she wiped her eyes.
The young man raised his head and looked towards her.
Silence, no one spoke.
Luo Yunhuan called out hesitantly in her heart: Brother Zihan.
But she just leaned on the window without saying anything, because she knew that the last time she and Lu Silang and Lu Chang were in trouble, the person behind those refugees was Chen Xiu. The Lu family and the Chen family had a conflict because of this, and Luo Yunhuan was young but very smart. She later understood that Brother Zihan was also on Chen Xiu's side.
He deliberately made things difficult for her...but then saved her...maybe he wasn't a good person.
The young man leaning against the wall stood quietly, his shoulders half wet from the rain. The young lady was sitting in the car, her snow-white face brushed past him, he just looked at her without saying hello.
At the other end of the alley, a car carrying the Northern Kingdom’s diplomatic corps drove over.
The person in the car pulled open the curtain and saw the young man, his eyes suddenly flashed.
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I have had many dreams and I can understand some patterns.
For example, if the general trend of reality and the dream have changed, the dream will no longer continue.
So after not having a dream for several days, Lu Erlang and Lu Xian held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that it was because reality had changed, the general direction had changed, and Lu Sanlang would not die. That was why he continued to not have dreams.
However, this prayer was shattered when he fell into a dream again. It turned out that he was not dreaming, not because reality had changed, but because the opportunity had not yet arrived.
When he was driving through the street and fell asleep in the carriage, and his carriage passed by the young man Zi Han who was standing upright at the corner of the wall outside, the opportunity finally came.
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My dream is still about that heavy snow and the death after the war.
Lu Yun is still dead, but the timeline has moved back a step.
Like a wandering soul, Lu Erlang stumbled through the mountains looking for his brother. He saw thousands of soldiers falling, lines of blood, and corpses everywhere... He screamed in his heart: No!
He finally found Lu Saburo.
Lu Sanlang Lu Yun, with a pale face, stood in the snow, mentally exhausted. The soldiers around him died in the battle, but the enemy in front of him was not a pursuer.
Instead, it was a young man with eyes and brows as cold and stern as ice, who slowly raised the weapon in his hand.
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If he opened his eyes, if he looked out the window like Luo Yunhuan, he would recognize that the young man in his dream who eventually came to kill Lu Yun was now in Jianye, standing under the wall in silence, watching the carriages and horses go away and pass him by.
Chapter 110
In Lu Erlang's dream, when the timeline went backwards, Lu Yun and a few soldiers were trapped in the mountains. It snowed and fogged, and Lu Erlang watched helplessly as his brother and his soldiers were chased by the enemy. They encountered the enemy in the mountains, and the number of enemies was not large, but the attack was fierce. On the Southern Army side, the number of soldiers led by Lu Yun was getting smaller and smaller.
Lu Erlang followed his third brother, feeling anxious: Why did this happen? What kind of war would require his third brother to fight? Did Nanyang fall?
His emotions were in turmoil: But he had clearly dreamed before that the battle of Nanyang was won.
Lu Yun was also injured, his robe was covered in bloodstains, not fatal, but enough to impair his mobility. Lang Jun was walking in the knee-deep snow, holding a sword in his hand. When he looked up inadvertently, he heard a slight crackling sound in the air. The veins on the back of Lu Yun's hand holding the sword bulged, and there were two thumps beside him, and finally the two soldiers following him also fell to the ground.
A thick fog filled the space between heaven and earth.
Lu Yun closed his eyes, waiting vigilantly for the person to step out of the fog.
The young man walked out like this, wearing a dark blue martial robe, carrying a bow, holding a sword, and wearing boots. The young man's eyebrows and eyes were clear, and his figure was tall and straight. He walked out of the mist on the snow, and Lu Yun saw that this person was a powerful enemy.
Lu Sanlang whispered, "Death warriors? From the North? Is there any room for discussion on changing our ways?"
The young man said nonchalantly: "You are injured, you are no match for me. If you die, the Southland will be finished. I will complete my mission and return to the Northland, and then I can go home."
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Lu Yun was exhausted, with countless casualties all over his body, and this young man was extremely skilled in martial arts.
When his chest and abdomen were pierced by the sword, Lu Yun's face turned pale, and he staggered back, covering the wounds on his chest and abdomen with his hands. The blood that oozed from his fingertips dyed his slender fingers red, and dripped onto the ground.