She didn't want to marry Prince Hengyang. She was threatened by Fan Qingchen, and she discovered that Prince Hengyang was planning to murder the Emperor. She also didn't want to implicate Lu Yun... She didn't want to implicate Lu Yun, but she had a faint hope in her heart.

Luo Lingyu lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice was calm, "I am about to marry the Prince of Hengyang. After marriage, I cannot let my husband doubt me. Don't come to see me again, and don't meet me privately. We have known each other for a long time, so I hope you won't hinder my future and ruin my reputation. The Prince of Hengyang is favored by His Majesty, and he may become the emperor in the future, and I will be the empress... Tonight is the last time we meet, and I hope you won't let anyone know about our relationship."

Lu Yun sarcastically said: "I am blocking your future?"

He took a step forward, and she retreated under his shadow. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pressed her against the pillars under the corridor, his nose touching her cold face. He said coldly: "You actually said that I hindered your future... Do you like glory and wealth so much, and want to get married so much?"

Luo Lingyu hardened her heart and closed her eyes: "Yes!"

Lu Yun pressed her: "Then I don't have it?!"

Luo Lingyu: "...You can't let me be the last! I just want to be supreme, I want...um! Lu Yun...Lu Yun..."

Her lips were blocked.

He leaned down and kissed her.

Hug her waist tightly and kiss her.

The banana leaves were cool and shiny like water. Lu Saburo kissed her passionately and hugged her. He held her wrists and let her beat him in her arms. He didn't want to let her go. He was angry in his heart and knew this was the last time.

…

He wanted to beg her humbly.

But Lu Sanlang was proud and arrogant, and he never asked for help from others.

He wrote half of the letter, wrote a few words "The paper is short, but the feelings are deep", then crumpled it up and threw it away. In his heart, he loved her, couldn't bear to part with her, and was angry that she wanted to marry someone else. But he refused to admit it, and refused to watch it happen.

He went to the border.

The night before the arrows pierced his heart, Lu Yun was drunk. Because the new emperor ascended the throne, he was impatient to get married. Under the pressure of the court, Luo Lingyu became the empress in one fell swoop. Just as she expected. The soldiers at the border came to establish a relationship with Lu Yun and asked him about it. It was said that the empress was Lu Sanlang's cousin and had lived in Lu's mansion...

Lu Yun remained silent.

I was filled with despair, knowing that nothing could be undone.

He died in the battle on the second day. The Northern Army attacked, and Lu Saburo was depressed and hungover. He accepted the ending of being shot through the heart by thousands of arrows, and before he died, he knelt in his philtrum, and even felt relieved.

Thinking about his life, it seems that he has a glorious life and seems to have many admirers.

But he never had a lover, and no one really loved him.

He really hated Luo Lingyu.

He never even glanced at the purse on his waist, the purse that carried Luo Lingyu's love. He felt that she didn't love him, and he didn't want to degenerate any more, begging for her love like a dog in front of her. That love that he wanted but couldn't get... He really hated her!

…

Lu Sanlang was in a daze, like watching someone else's play. He felt strange, yet at the same time, he felt the same. When the man in the dream died under thousands of arrows, the disappointment in his heart was like a heavy blow to Lu Yun, as if there was a big hole in his chest, and sticky blood was flowing out.

But in the dream, something different happened afterwards.

When the news of Lu Sanlang's death reached Jianye, the new, young empress was pruning the flowers in the garden in the huge Taichu Palace. The palace maid casually told the news, and in almost an instant, the girl who had a slight smile in her eyes suddenly had a blank expression.

She stood there, the scissors in her hand falling to the ground.

For a moment, she lowered her head. The maid could not see her expression, but Lu Yun knew she was crying.

She curled up her body and her tears fell to the ground, forming a small puddle.

She hurried back to her bedroom. She couldn't bear it any longer, so she threw herself on the bed, covering her mouth and nose, her shoulders shaking.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Luo Lingyu, who had become the empress, cried secretly in the palace, not daring to make a sound. She was extremely depressed and in great pain. She felt that it would be as painful as if she died... She had never thought that he would die at the border.

She gave him a purse out of selfishness, hoping that the man would never forget her. After he got married and had children, his wife still had to bow down to her. She was always superior to his wife. Every time his wife saw her, he would know about her. She wanted him to never forget her and to have her in his heart.

Luo Lingyu and Lu Yun were fighting for their dignity. If he didn't bow his head, she wouldn't bow her head. If she didn't bow her head, he wouldn't bow his head either. It was a slow process. They had a lifetime to fight for this dignity.

But she didn't want him to die.

Her third cousin, her incomparable brother Xuechen...he is gone.

Luo Lingyu cried: "Lu Xuechen, I hate you."

…

Lu Yun suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. He could still see nothing but silver. The suffocating pain he had just felt was like a dream. Lu Yun's forehead was covered with cold sweat, thinking that maybe it was really a dream.

It was the first dream that Lu Jilang mentioned vaguely.

Lu Yun's fingers felt numb and he dug out the snow again. He gradually fainted due to difficulty breathing.

…

This time, the wind was howling, and the mist covered the mountains with snow.

Lu Yun felt severe pain in his chest and abdomen. He lowered his head and saw that his abdomen was bloody and bleeding. He leaned against the rocks, unable to move.

After a long period of identification, Lu Yun finally recognized that this was Taizi Wangshan.

He seemed to have dreamed of his second brother's second dream - his deathbed.

Just sit there quietly, waiting to die in a trance.

He longed to see her, and he knew the secrets hidden in her purse. But the mountains were covered with snow, and he could not see her.

Lu Yun lowered his head and laughed at himself. Suddenly, the world seemed to be endless, and before he died, he vaguely heard her calling: "Lu Yun, Lu Yun——"

Lu Yun leaned against the rock, his body stiff and without any strength. His life was slipping away quickly, and the blood and snow on the ground mixed together. He thought he could not wait for her, maybe it was just hallucination. He bit his hand with his last bit of strength, and wrote a few words on the snow on the ground -