The right side starts with "I want you to say one word for a thousand years, I hope your love will not be shaken like a mountain"; the left side responds with "I want you to say one word for a thousand years, my love will not be shaken like a mountain". The handwriting is equally vigorous and sharp, as if it can break through the stone. Luo Lingyu has seen this kind of unrestrained and wild handwriting many times. It is the kind of calligraphy that Lu Yun is best at.

Luo Lingyu's eyes froze, and she was choked with sobs. She took a step forward, her hands involuntarily pressing on the rocks, and trembling, "You, you..."

The two poems on the left and right are in response to each other, but the difference is that the left-hand side Lu Yun's reply has a "Yun" character written on the lower right corner. The left-hand side woman's question is clean and tidy, with nothing left. Although Lu Yun carved the words, he did not replace her.

The stars were shining brightly overhead, and the wind was strong at the cliff. Luo Lingyu's skirt was like smoke, and her slender waist seemed to be supported. Her clothes were fluttering, and it seemed that they were about to be blown away by the wind. Lu Yun stood behind her. The firelight flickered on the rocks, and the man's raised sleeves were intertwined with the girl's, and the shadows of the two people on the rocks were also overlapping.

Lu Yun was behind her, holding her hand and brushing it against the cold stone, slowly scratching the words engraved on it. His voice was as smooth as a melodious zither: "The mountains and rocks are our witnesses, and the years are our proof."

"Prince, your gaze on the mountain remains unchanged. You and I swear to each other, and the world will bear witness to our vows forever. Even after this life ends, thousands of years later, as long as the mountains and rocks do not urge us to leave, this love will not end."

He held her hand, lowered his head to her ear, and whispered softly: "Lingyu, do you agree?"

Luo Lingyu's throat was clogged like a ball of cotton. She didn't dare to speak, fearing that if she spoke, she would burst into sobs and her eyes would be wet. She was desperate for love and envied the happy families of others. She fought for something that she actually didn't believe in. And Lu Yun, Lu Yun... She sniffed, blinked away the tears in her eyes, and complained, "What oath? I only have your name, but nothing else."

Lu Yun smiled slightly.

He said, "Come."

He was really well prepared, and had made such preparations from the beginning. After Luo Lingyu complained, Lu Yun took out the carving knife from his sleeve pocket like a magic trick. The girl was hugged from behind by him, and he held her hand and the carving knife together. After the two lines of poems in which the girl asked questions, he carved her name, "Yu", stroke by stroke.

——I want your words for thousands of years, and my love for you will be as unshakable as a mountain.

——That love is naturally as unshakable as a mountain.

The scattered lights faded away, and the noise of the world became distant. The mountains were undulating, green as dark blue, and reflected the endless flowing stars above. In the vast sky and earth, the sound of soldiers drinking and fighting in the distant military camp drifted away, and nearby men and women stood in front of the cliffs and rocks as high as a person. The man hugged the girl from behind, holding her hand. With a torch in his left hand and a carving knife in his right hand, they were breathing closely, concentrating on carving words on the rocks.

Quiet and solemn.

I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know where it goes. That thriving love, it traces its origin, and rushes back and forth towards the distance, flowing endlessly.

Love should be a balance of power. Either both sides will suffer, or the flowers and the moon will be full. This love and this night, the mountains and rocks are witnesses, and the years and months are the basis. If the mountains and rocks don't urge me, this love will never be regretted.

…

In Nanyang County City at the foot of the mountain, Lu Erlang Lu Xian turned over in his sleep. He also had a dream, and he saw the future faster than anyone else.

In March of that year, Lu Sanlang married his cousin Luo Lingyu in Nanyang.

After the peace talks in Nanyang were concluded, the couple returned to Jianye to meet their elders.

It was such a joyful scene, it must have been the most heartwarming scene Lu Erlang had ever seen in his dream.

In his dream, Lu Erlang's lips were curled up, but he suddenly fixed his eyes and breathed heavily. He dreamed of the chaos in Jianye City and the outbreak of war.

I also dreamed that... my cousin Luo had a miscarriage.

Chapter 128

Lu Erlang and Lu Xian's dreams usually come suddenly, and he doesn't quite understand them because the timeline is confusing. In the past, he always prayed to gods and Buddhas, and tried hard to interpret his dreams, but he often interpreted them wrongly. But since his third brother also knew his dreams, Lu Xian no longer felt so stressed.

He woke up from a dream at night, drank a cup of cold tea, and was extremely distressed by the dream about his cousin Luo's miscarriage.

He had never dreamed of what would happen after the miscarriage, but considering how much his third brother loved his cousin, he must have been heartbroken. His third brother had always been lonely, so it was not easy for him to have a wife, but if he lost his son, how great would the blow be?

The only thing to be thankful for is that compared to the previous dream of death or injury, even a slow-witted person like Lu Erlang can see that the crisis this time seems to be much smaller. Lu Xian sat in front of the bamboo couch in the cold night, drinking cup after cup of cool tea, he was thoughtful -

Could it be that the crisis is smaller this time because of the intervention of my third brother?

I should explain this dream clearly to my third brother.

…

However, Lu Sanlang has been very busy these days. Firstly, the peace talks with the northern country have reached a critical juncture; secondly, a year's plan begins in spring, and farming should be carried out in early spring. As the governor, he should personally supervise and urge the work; thirdly, he is busy communicating with the elders of the Luo family to select an auspicious date for the wedding.

There was no rush for abortion, so Lu Xian wanted to wait until his third brother was done. However, he had a plan in mind. When he saw Luo Lingyu again, Lu Xian's eyes drooped uncontrollably, falling on his cousin's flat belly, and he guessed with joy when his cousin got pregnant. Calculating the date, it was probably not long after they got married, right?

Luo Lingyu was embarrassed by the look: "..."

My second cousin is still so weird.

On the festival day of mid-spring, people would hold an altar to worship the god of agriculture and pray for a good harvest. The officials of the Southern Kingdom in Nanyang all followed their highest official, the governor of the state, Lu Sanlang Lu Yun, to inspect agricultural affairs and personally plant crops to comfort the farmers. After the war, many fertile fields were destroyed. For this reason, Lu Yun even wrote a special memorial back to Jianye, asking the court to pay more attention to farming.

The men went to work on the farm, and the women were not to be outdone.

After the war, the county city needed to be restored, and the girls from the noble families in Nanyang had become accustomed to helping the poor families in recent months. So when Luo Lingyu invited them to help with the farm work, the girls laughed and played with the hoes, treating it as a novelty and agreed.

Farming is hard work, not as easy as the girls thought. At first they were very interested, but after half a day they all found excuses to leave.