Luo Lingyu walked up to him and observed the cold expression under his cold face. She reached out to hold his hand, but he shook his sleeves away. Knowing that he couldn't let go of his pride, Luo Lingyu didn't get angry, but reached out to touch his hand tentatively. Luo Lingyu said mischievously: "Brother Xuechen, why are you ignoring me?"

After several attempts, she finally succeeded and Lu Yun held her hand.

In her heart, she wanted to roll over with her hands covering her stomach with laughter. On the surface, Miss Luo flattered Lu Yun: "Brother Xuechen, what are you thinking about? I love you the most in my heart. Even if I marry someone else, I still love you the most." She was stunned for a moment, as if she thought of something, and slowly said, "I can't imagine the days when I can't marry you. Without you to accompany me to pick lotus in summer and cook maple leaves in autumn, without the plum blossom hermit I admire to paint, without you to quarrel with me when you are angry... Those days must be very bitter. I really can't imagine what it would be like if I married the Prince of Hengyang."

Luo Lingyu: "Who can be as compatible with me as Brother Xuechen? He knows everything I think and feel. I know exactly what my husband thinks and what he likes. Would I like anyone else besides Brother Xuechen? I can't imagine."

Lu Yun's heart paused.

But he hardened his heart and said coldly, "Why is it so hard to imagine? A girl as clever and virtuous as you, marrying the King of Hengyang, he must love you deeply. How could you, who is so scheming, not be able to win the heart of your husband? Even without me, your marriage will be happy and perfect."

Luo Lingyu said, "How could that be? Just because you're good on the surface, does that mean you're good? How do you know that when I married someone else, I wasn't thinking about you and hating you in my heart? I'm very petty, and you provoked me, Lu Yun, and I'll remember you for the rest of my life."

Lu Yun held her hand tightly.

His eyes narrowed, and he vaguely thought of the dream he had after that day in the snowy mountains. He seemed to have had a very long dream, in which he was dead, and Luo Lingyu was not happy. She was depressed and forced to smile, but she was so quiet, no longer as lively as before. Until her death, she never smiled.

And he also has her in his heart. Losing her makes him feel like a walking corpse, and he still refuses to admit it.

He clearly has her in his heart, so why can't the two of them be together in the dream that Lu Erlang has never been involved in?

Lu Yun said softly: "Who you are with and what the ending is, of course, has to do with love or not, but also with fate and timing. If there is no coincidence in love, it is too difficult for people to persist and believe that it is destined."

Luo Lingyu was stunned, and felt that he was speaking from his heart. He spoke so lonely and sadly, as if she really married the Prince of Hengyang.

The two of them were both depressed and melancholy. At that time, the lights on the Qinhuai River were swaying on the water, and the laughter of the young girls and their patrons in the pleasure boats was far away. From a distance, their singing could be heard. However, the bright moon shone on them, and the girls' singing sounded sad and lost. The Prince of Hengyang, who was missed by Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu, had already left.

Feeling lost, Luo Lingyu murmured in a low voice: "The beauty has gone far away and her voice has been cut off. We are thousands of miles apart but we still share the bright moon. I sigh in the wind and wonder where I will stop. The river road is too long to cross."

The line between reality and dream is so blurred, it is the unknown future, or the known past life. The moon is bright and the sky is bright, but who knows the love? And what kind of powerful and mysterious passerby is fate wandering in between?

The girl beside him sang quietly, and Lu Yun listened attentively, feeling even more depressed. He stood side by side with Luo Lingyu, looking across the water at the boats floating on the Qinhuai River, and then listening to the singing of the women on the boats. A breeze blew, and Lu Yun's head felt cold. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that he and his sister Yu'er were so silly - what were they worried about when nothing happened?

Luo Lingyu was feeling melancholy when she heard her lover beside her chanting, "The moon has set and the dew is about to rise, the year is drawing to a close and there is no one to go home with. The good time may come but a little frost has wet my clothes."

——The moon has set, and the morning dew will bring a new day. It doesn't matter if the years have passed, the frost and dew will wet people's clothes, and the beauty will always return.

Luo Lingyu listened and laughed: "What a good poem."

She paused for a moment and then continued, "Brother Xuechen, have you also had the same dream as my second cousin? Am I the only one who hasn't? I also want to have a dream..."

Lu Yun smiled and said, "No. My sister cried so hard after the nightmare, didn't she still need her brother to comfort her? I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

Luo Lingyu chuckled, flirted with him with her beautiful eyes, and hit his arm: "You are so annoying!"

As they talked and laughed, their mood improved again. Lu Yun's mind wandered, and he listened again to what the girls in the pleasure boat were singing. He was worried about something, sometimes thinking about the dream, sometimes worrying about the future. He was so worried that he looked cold and distant. Luo Lingyu also listened with him for a while. The music was gentle and had a foreign style. It must be the Hu music from the north. She hummed a few lines to the beat, and suddenly asked, "Brother Xuechen, can you dance the Hu Xuan dance?"

Lu Yun came back to his senses: "Hmm?"

Luo Lingyu looked up: "I guess no girl can invite Brother Xuechen to dance?"

Lu Yun had beautiful features, his expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly. How could one know the meaning of Luo Lingyu's words? As soon as Luo Lingyu said this, Lu Yun stretched out his hand, and raised his slender and powerful hand slightly upwards. His affectionate peach blossom eyes slightly raised, indicating the girl opposite. Luo Lingyu stepped forward reservedly and elegantly, and placed her slender white hand on his hand.

Holding hands, they walked around each other, the girl's graceful steps were like a blooming flower, and the man's slender and clear sleeves flying like the wetness of mountains and rivers. One is charming and delicate, the other is elegant and handsome.

Luo Lingyu hummed that little tune and danced the Huxuan dance with Lu Yun under the moonlight by the Qinhuai River. Frost was flying under the moonlight, petals were floating on the water, and in the wind, clusters of heavy flowers from the branches of the trees also flew down and sprinkled on the two of them. Petals flew towards the two of them under the moonlight, the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and the flowing light lingered under the two people's slow and winding steps.

My lover held my hand and supported my waist as we danced. The singing was gentle and the water was gurgling. This night was so elegant and unparalleled.

Suddenly, someone clapped his hands and laughed: "Great, Sanlang Lu and the Third Young Master's wife are so talented and affectionate, we are so envious of them." The sudden voice startled Luo Lingyu, grabbed Lu Yun's sleeve, hid behind him, and then looked forward with a blushing face. It turned out that a large ship with one or two floors of pavilions was slowly sailing under the stone bridge on the water. Under the reflection of the lights on the bow and the water, there were several men and women standing. Their clothes fluttered, and the water vapor brushed their faces. They were all young men and women from the Jianye aristocratic families that the two were familiar with. Among the girls, there was Mrs. Chen Xiu, who stared at Lu Yun with a sense of loss, and among the men, there were admirers of Luo Lingyu like Sanlang Qi An. The love was self-proclaimed, and others were disappointed. But he forced himself to invite the two men: "Mrs. Luo has never gone out to play since she married Lu Sanlang. Lu Sanlang, why are you so harsh to your wife? We are going to take a long walk in Jianye tonight with candles. Since you two are newlyweds, would you mind joining us for a night out?"