Chapter 12: Better to listen to the music of prosperity than to be the master of it; seeking wealth is a secondary concern.

  However, at this time Lu Shaoyou's gaze was fixed on the girl beside him, a girl who looked like a maid, about 17 or 18 years old. Her face was slightly red, like a peach blossom that had just bloomed. Under her slender eyebrows, a pair of pure blue eyes sparkled. On her pale and rosy small face, a straight and beautiful little nose was embedded. Her black long hair was combed back and coiled into a high bun. Some light-colored long dresses outlined the curves of her already well-developed figure.

  Lu Shao Yu looked at this person, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. This girl should have been a stunning beauty who could topple cities with her charm, yet on the right side of her face, there was a bright red blemish the size of a baby's fist, which completely ruined her looks.

  However, Lu Shaoyou couldn't help but stare at the girl. Although she was dressed as a maid, there was an intangible aura about her. The girl's eyes also had a gaze that shouldn't belong to a maid. In short, Lu Shaoyou felt that this girl was absolutely not an ordinary maid.

  "Dugu Miss, look, how's our backyard?" The Lu Shaotiger in front smiled slightly and said to the girl surrounded by them.

  "Not bad, this should be a cold willow, but it's a thing from the extreme north plain, and it's rare to see it here." The girl called Dugu Miss smiled slightly and gazed at the row of willows in front of her.

  "Dugu Miss has a good eye." Lu Shaohu, Lu Shaoxiong and Zhou Haiming all said at the same time.

  "I've heard that Miss Dugu's writing skills are extraordinary. Now, in the depths of winter, I'll offer a humble piece or two and ask Miss Dugu to instruct me on how to improve." Zhou Haoming took the opportunity to say, seemingly wanting to show off in front of this beauty.

  "I'm not worthy of your instruction, then please let me appreciate it for a while, Mr. Zhou." said Dugu Miss with a smile.

  "That's a bit embarrassing." Zhou Haiming adjusted his collar, took a deep breath, gazed at the backyard garden, and said: "The scenery is particularly beautiful, with a refreshing atmosphere in winter and spring. The green trees and red flowers are beyond compare, and the tall buildings have guests arriving."

  After finishing speaking, Zhou Haiming couldn't help but smile proudly, seemingly very satisfied with what he had just done.

  "Hmph..." Lu Shaoyou, hiding in the tree, almost vomited, thinking to himself, what kind of people are there in this world.

  At this time, among those young men and women, Lu Wushuang's expression also flashed a hint of helplessness.

  "Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect that Zhou Gongzi would be so talented." The Dugu Miss smiled slightly and praised Zhou Haoming, who couldn't help but feel proud of himself, and his walk became more spirited.

  The crowd continued walking forward, but slowly approached the place where Lu Shao was not far away. Everyone was talking and laughing, occasionally bursting into giggles.

  Lu Shao's gaze was piercing as he looked down from his high vantage point. The maid, who possessed a unique aura, seemed to be preoccupied with something on her mind. She rarely smiled or spoke carelessly, and her eyes revealed a hint of subtle sorrow.

  "After several severe winters, beauty fades away, glory flows like sand, old age arrives, prosperous and chaotic world, quiet water runs deep, singing with a sad tone, the cycle of life is complete..."

  At this time, the maid walked quietly, gazing at the deep winter colors, as if she had some feelings, but softly hummed a tune, her voice was like a beautiful orchid, making people feel like they were encountering spring breeze. The young men and women who were playing and laughing on the side also cast their eyes on the maid.

  Only the maid continued to speak in a low voice: "The brush and ink flowed away for a lifetime, the flames of war raged across the land, I did not want to be a woman of silk and jade in that lifetime, the world was in chaos, the years flew by like drifting clouds.

  The blue silk is beautiful, stirring up the prosperity of the whole world. Half a lifetime of wandering, dotted with a life of incomplete sorrow. I don't know how many centuries and autumns have passed, reincarnating into a bright and beautiful smile...

  Listening to this maid's soft humming, Lu Shao found that between her words, she was revealing a meaning of hating herself for not being a man. She yearned to be on the battlefield, amidst the flames and smoke, unwilling to be a lady in silk, but rather a hero who would rise above the chaos and turmoil of the world.

  As for this maid's talent and ambition, Lu Shao-yu couldn't help but look at her with new eyes. If he had the chance in the future, he would definitely want to make a name for himself on the battlefield, even if it meant sacrificing his own life, for that was the kind of magnanimity a man should have.

  The maid continued to hum softly: "Ferry crossing, desolate border, rain arrows flying, brocade and silk, pouring out one's heart to the world, jade dew and crystal fat, butterfly infatuated with the horizon, rather listen to the music of prosperity, not be the master of prosperity, quietly keeping a good face in the lotus flower mirror like a fleeting dream bubble. Three thousand black threads weakly tied, for whom did you make a wish and become infatuated? Ten thousand feet of prosperous red dust, who is it that chases after the beauty of the group of heroes?……

  Listening to this maid's soft humming, the man's ambitions are intertwined with a woman's emotions, blending strength and gentleness. Lu Shouyou seems to have entered a state of clarity at this moment, his past life's path uncertain, having narrowly escaped death and traversed to this strange world. Isn't this what he yearned for - a sense of belonging? With a fierce cry, the wolf smoke rises on the battlefield, unafraid of being reduced to nothing after achieving greatness. Amidst the boundless splendor of the red dust, who would be willing to fight for the favor of a beauty, drunk and sleeping on her lap, yet grasping the power of the world upon waking? This is simply the voice hidden deep within his soul.

  Only to hear the maid humming again: "A melody of guqin, entwining the world's sorrow and resentment, a pipa, lingering with emotions for eternity, a lonely flute, infatuated with the clear and bright rain, all glory lost, who can grant me a song of desolate heaven and earth? Finger-painting vanity, who can plant for me an eternal love that will topple the city in the next life...

  At this time, everyone was staring blankly at the maid, such talent, such artistic conception, even Zhou Haiming, who had just been proud of himself, felt ashamed without realizing it.

  At this moment, however, the beautiful eyes of the maid slightly furrowed her brow, and when she read about who could plant a lifelong romance for me, it seemed that she was touched for a moment and couldn't continue reading. Her expression involuntarily let out a faint sigh.

  But at this time, a faint voice came from the front: "Empty spirit on rainy nights, cold through one life cycle. Heartstrings disorderly three thousand red dust rolling. Memories of scorching past wounds, bearing half-life grievances, playing out half-life desolation.

  In that life, with golden armor and iron horses, the atmosphere was overwhelming, and the beacons of war rose everywhere. The various lords divided up the world, and I fought for you to rule the world. With troops deployed and horses fed, banners fluttering in the wind, flying sand and rolling rocks, the sound of golden bells shook the heavens, slaughter shook the world, the city was filled with smoke and dust, blood and tears fell, broken armor and scattered cavalry, covering the red sky, only hoping to return to the old nest for you. I can only use a drop of tearful time to dance with you, because I want to spend my whole life fighting for you to rule the world.

  In that life, Peach Blossom Spring was three thousand miles long, with petals scattered all over the red horizon. The embroidered zither had no bounds, and her beauty could topple a city. I can only play half a melody for you in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, because I want to spend my whole life's splendor traveling the world with you.

  In that life, the snow was pure and white, with a hint of magic. Cherry blossoms danced in every season, and the beauty of the flower festival was like a waltz on the sandy beach. The remnants of several lifetimes were left behind, with only the faint scent of flowers remaining on my fingertips. I can only spend a fleeting moment with you, under the moonlight, amidst the blooming flowers, for I must use the passing years to transform the wind and snow into a gentle breeze for you.

  In that life, half a cup of green lamp, ancient Buddha accompanied, moon evening becomes frost, wind screen building, years of light song and music, smoke warm initial makeup, three thousand green silk weak thread, for you to draw into infatuation. Accumulating a lifetime of infatuation, who can entrust it to?

  How many heroes have bled to death, how many loyal souls and bones are buried in a foreign land? One general's success is built on the withering of ten thousand bones. How many white hairs have been sent away by black hair? I only thought that entering the world would urge us on, but all that remains are broken walls and crumbling foundations, the army pressing down on the city, the whole city filled with smoke and sand... Who has been waiting with a foolish heart, bitter and astringent? Not fearing the ravages of time on beauty, but afraid that the meaning of fallen flowers and broken strings will be heard by no one...

  Lu Shao's emotions got the better of him, thinking that in his past life he had wasted nearly half a lifetime with no love and no achievements. In this life, having come to this strange world, what he wanted was nothing more than these two things. Unbeknownst to himself, he ended up continuing the words of the maid, speaking them out loud.

  "Your Excellency has great talent and ambition, would you please come down and let me take a look?" Upon hearing this, the men and women below were also shocked. This phrase is even more impressive than the previous one, and it can better reflect the pride and tenderness of the speaker. It's as if they have been through the vicissitudes of life, with broken walls and scattered tiles, and yet still yearn for someone to appreciate their loyalty. They are not afraid of the passing of time, but rather fear that no one will hear the sorrow of a flower falling from its stem... This is simply an eternal masterpiece!

  "Hey there, kid reading my new book! I can tell you've got a noble air about you, and your conversation is full of the aura of a king. You're definitely going to do great things in the future! By the way, there's a "collect" button next to this, so just go ahead and click it, okay? If my prediction comes true, I won't charge you a penny; if not, you can always come back and find me!"