Both are not in the capital. Both are on the same waterway, both are not far from Jianye, and both are trapped by rain in the end...

Lu Xian was stunned, and the pen in his hand fell from his hand with a snap. He thought of the scene he saw that day in Zhongshan, when Lu Sanlang was hugging his cousin Luo. The two of them were a talented man and a beautiful woman, and there was a vague affection between them when they looked down and up... Feeling uneasy, Lu Xian put away the paper he had written.

Patting his chest, he consoled himself: "I was overthinking it. It was a coincidence that my cousin met the King of Hengyang. It's impossible for her to meet my third brother by such a coincidence."

"Even if we meet, my third brother avoids women as much as possible, and the other party has the King of Hengyang... He will definitely not go there."

However, is it really true that there is no social interaction at all?

Does my cousin simply dislike the Lu family, and she and Prince Hengyang hit it off right away?

His third brother died in battle at the border in his dream...was it just an accident?

In a trance, Lu Erlang's back was covered with cold sweat. Although he was kind-hearted, he was born into a large family like the Lu family, which had been around for a hundred years. Even if he had not seen it with his own eyes, all kinds of conspiracies he had heard of could be used as storytelling. If a dream was full of conspiracies, then how many things had happened around him without his knowledge?

Did he just live his whole life in a daze in his dream, without understanding anything?

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Lu Erlang said to himself: "Let's see if the dream is real..."

"You can try to let Cousin Luo and Prince Hengyang have more contact. If there is any overlap between the trajectory and the dream, then I should do something..."

We must not let anything happen to my third brother!

…

"I play the zither and sing a short song, but it can't last long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and the Milky Way flows westward in the endless night!"

"The bright moon shines on my bed..."

The door of the house in "Xuesuyuan" was open. Under a row of long eaves, the young lady of the Luo family, Luo Yunhuan, took off her embroidered shoes and was holding a book, reciting it in a clear voice. While reciting the poems in the book, her dark eyes like obsidian glanced gently at her sister who was sitting under the eaves with her.

Before the rain, Luo Lingyu said goodbye to her cousins ​​and returned from Zhongshan. She brought a small gift from the mountain to her younger sister, and sent the Buddhist verses she had obtained to each branch of the Lu family. Luo Yunhuan looked on eagerly, seeing her sister busy currying favor with people just after she came back. It was finally raining, and her sister couldn't go out, but sat under the eaves, holding a pen and paper, and her Luo socks were as soft as feathers on the clean wooden floor. Bang, bang, bang, Luo Lingyu bent down to write a few words, then stood up and wandered around.

The beauty leaned against the pillar, staring at the rain curtain in a daze with melancholy. At least the maids serving her and her sister Luo Yunhuan all stared at her secretly for a long time.

Luo Lingyu pondered: The competition for the title of "Flower Goddess" must be a feast for the eyes and ears. The ears can attack the rhythm of music, and the eyes can attack the body... After thinking about it, if she composes music and choreographs, wouldn't it be more brilliant than writing poetry and painting?

The poetry was elegant, but she could not come up with a good poem by thinking hard like that. The amazing poetry often had nothing to do with the intention of the person. As for painting... after seeing the painting of Xunmei Hermit hanging in her room, she no longer wanted to paint.

Then only music and dance can compete for the title of "Goddess of Flowers".

She could compose the music herself. For a girl from an aristocratic family like her, composing music was not difficult given the education she received since childhood. However, as for dancing... Luo Lingyu herself couldn't dance. Firstly, she couldn't move well, and secondly, as a girl from an aristocratic family, it didn't make sense for her to take the initiative to dance for others to watch and let others choose her.

Luo Lingyu tilted her head and asked Lingyu, a maid who was sitting in the corridor doing needlework: "I want to compose a dance so that I can compete at the Flower Goddess Banquet. Do you know any dancers in Jianye? I want her to come and help me explain my dance."

Lingyu thought, "I do have an old friend who is now performing at Chengyufang. People call her Lian Qi Niang. Madam, would you like to invite her? I can help you make the connection."

Luo Lingyu thought about it. The price of hiring a dancer with high level in Jianye would be very high. Firstly, she couldn't afford it. Secondly, her dancing skills were too high. Wouldn't it steal the show? Then who was being praised, Luo Lingyu, or the dancer?

Luo Lingyu said tactfully: "Don't dance too well, I need to be trained. Dancers who are too good have their own style, it's hard for me to deal with them."

When she said this, her maid Lingxi and sister Luo Yunhuan, who had served her for a long time, immediately knew what she was thinking - poverty.

Fortunately, Lingyu had only been serving Luo Lingyu for a short time and was not aware of the girl's limited financial resources. She quickly said, "Lian Qi Niang is my friend. She is only average in the dance studio... I think she is worthy of your training."

Lingyu's heart was pounding: Does the girl mean that she wants to compose the music and choreograph the dance herself? The contest of skills among the noble ladies fell to a little dancer. Most of the judges were men and women from famous families, and the women from famous families were often charming, and the men were often handsome... Maybe her friend's chance lies in Luo Lingyu's kindness?

Otherwise, why didn't Luo Lingyu dance her own dance but let others dance it instead?

Thinking of this, Lingyu stood up hurriedly and prepared to go out in the rain with an umbrella: "Madam, it is raining heavily today. I think there will be few customers in the dance hall. Why don't I go and invite Lian Qiniang now? Madam, can you see if she can do it?"

Luo Lingyu: “Uh…”

Actually, anyone who can dance can do it...

But when she met Lingyu's bright eyes, Luo Lingyu's heart paused, and she nodded with a smile: "Okay, you can ask her to come."

The maid Lingyu put on her shoes and left with an umbrella. Luo Lingyu sat on the eaves, looking at the maid walking away in the drizzle, thinking. The difference between the gentry and the common people, and the difference between the common people and the lowly people... She had always wanted to marry into a famous family. It turned out that a maid like Lingyu was eager to improve her status just like her.

Luo Lingyu murmured to herself: "Oh, so busy... I must sell something to raise money!"

"You must get married soon!"

"I have to ask Lingyu for the names of the gentlemen in Jianye. Come if you like... I'll come one by one!"

Such lofty aspirations are amazing, and she has such ability. Lingyu left, and the remaining two girls came with her from Nanyang. Hearing the girl's mumbling, the maid Lingxi and the young lady Luo Yunhuan: "..."