Peerless luthier

"Bang-bang!"

When the enthusiastic firecrackers sounded, all families celebrated together. Zou Ru and Zhong Yi are sitting in front of the square table, which is full of dishes, such as bacon and bamboo shoots, steamed sausages, eight-treasure duck, chicken soup with mushrooms, bright red prawns, etc., all kinds of stir-fries, fruits and vegetables are available.

With a jar of fine wine, Zou Ru signaled Zhong Yi to pour it out: "It's the first time that I'm not celebrating the New Year alone. What's the matter, you have to have a drink with uncle."

Zhong Yi felt sorry for Zou Ru, but Zou Ru looked indifferent, as if he had become a habit of being alone, and it didn't matter if he said it.

However, Zhong Yi knew that he was not indifferent.

At least, Zou Ru drank very happily, the smile on his face seemed uncontrollable, and he made gestures, as if he was about to dance.

"Xiaoyi, go and get my pen and ink, I want... hiccup—write a poem!" Zou Ru blushed, and seemed to have a moderate capacity for alcohol.

Zhong Yi had no choice but to go to the study obediently, and took out a large wooden box from the top of the cabinet, which was very heavy.

Zou Ru's treasures were all placed in this wooden box, and Zhong Yi lay down on the floor again, holding an iron hook, and hooked out a key from under the cabinet.

With a "click", the lock opened.

Without turning over his other old things, he just took out the pen and ink case, locked it, and after everything was restored to its original state, Zhong Yi walked quickly to the hall.

Zhong Yi's footsteps gradually slowed down.

In the warm hall, most of the dishes were swept away, Xiao Hua squatted on the chair and looked at the braised fish on the table, the wine jar rolled to the ground, and Zou Ru fell into a deep sleep.

Zhong Yi approached lightly, and bent down to call him, when she heard a thin whisper.

"—Qing Heng"

Zhong Yi paused, watching a line of clear tears flow from Zou Ru's closed eyelids.

The next day, Zou Ru was woken up by the unique noise of the New Year.

He slept peacefully on the bed, but he didn't remember how he got back.

"Xiaoyi, where is my calligraphy?"

Zhong Yi concentrated on making longevity noodles: "You fell asleep yesterday and didn't write."

Zou Ru scratched his head, looked at Zhong Yi's skillful technique, secretly surprised, and asked, "So, you know how to do this?"

Zhong Yi shook her head with a smile, and said, "My mother taught me this, and I only know a few dishes."

Zou Ru leaned on the door and asked, "Which ones will you know? Give me a taste some other day."

Zhong Yi said: "Okay, anyway, it's related to eggs, I can know egg pancakes, egg soup, scrambled eggs, etc."

Zou Ru resentfully said: "... There will be a lot of meetings." He secretly gave up the idea of ​​letting Zhong Yi and him take turns cooking, and he had to have enough food and clothing.

Zhong Yi didn't realize Zou Ru's disappointment, but turned around and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Uncle Zou, for your compliment!" Then she kneaded the dough more vigorously.

Zou Ru: "..."

In the next few days, when visiting relatives and friends, many gifts were sent from the yamen. Zhong Yi sat in the study, registered them one by one, and then exchanged them with smaller differences in value.What was sent out and what was sent in was done.

Zhong Yi copied a copy of the list and gave it to Zou Ru. Zou Ru was busy doing the accounting. After reading it briefly, he praised him and ordered him to go to the accounting room to reconcile the accounts.

Zhong Yi held the ledger, didn't see the idle car, so she walked non-stop to the farm, and then returned, but was stopped by someone.

It's Yudie, she got off the carriage and bowed to each other.

She said: "Master Zhong, Miss asked the servants to see you off."

Zhong Yi followed her gaze and saw a purple figure on the Baijia Restaurant, who seemed to be looking at them.Zhong Yi bowed her head and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but there is no rush at this time, Zhong can walk back by himself."

Yudie smiled and said: "The horse-drawn carriage travels fast, walking in the cold wind makes it easy to get sick. Young Master Zhong is now an official family member, so he can't get sick."

Zhong Yi was noncommittal.

He looked up, just in time to see an empty car coming, Zhong Yi beckoned: "Groom, this way."

The car stopped, and the groom said: "Hey, Mr. Zhong, please get in the car quickly, don't catch cold."

Zhong Yi nodded and said to Yudie: "Thank you, I will take my leave now."

Yudie watched the carriage leave.

In the luxurious wing room, Bai Jinyu flipped through the accounts.

"Tuk tuk tuk" knocked on the door.

Bai Jinyu raised her eyes, "Come in."

Yudie closed the door: "Miss, you saw it too. Thinking about it, Master Zhong is still not very happy."

Bai Jinyu remained silent, looking down at the account.

After being silent for a while, Bai Jinyu sighed: "Brother Xiaoyi has a good temper, and I also touched his scales."

Yudie heard the words and said in a low voice: "The bell ceremony is Nilin? It's incomprehensible."

Bai Jinyu's expression changed.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Yudie quickly changed the subject: "Miss, the shop in Yundi is also going to be withdrawn?"

Bai Jin said, "Naturally."

Yudie said: "War...wouldn't be here."

Bai Jinyu gave Yudie a warning look, and said, "Don't make wild guesses." She flipped through the account book, and said, "Go down."

Yudie immediately stopped and obediently retreated.

After a while, I heard knocking on the door again, Bai Jinyu looked at the door and said, "Come in."

Yudie said: "Miss! Miss! A letter from the third young master!"

Bai Jinyu nodded and took it.Looking at it, his face suddenly changed.

Yudie was frightened and quickly comforted her.

It took a long time for Bai Jinyu to calm down, and said: "They were robbed on the way back...Second brother, he was injured."

Yudie said: "Then where are they now?"

Bai Jinyu's eyes flickered, and he said, "Bai Zhou... Bai Tian brought his second brother back to Dongdan, saying he was recuperating." Bai Jinyu's moist hands pinched the paper until it deformed.

"No! I want to write a letter to my father and elder brother. You should contact the messenger immediately." Bai Jinyu concealed her anger.

Yudie poured her a cup of hot water, knowing that something was wrong, she hurried out.

After Zhong Yi got off the car, he hurried to the study room. Zou Ru saw him and said, "Give it to me...I'll do the math, old money! Old money!"

The accountant, Old Qian, poked out a shrewd face from behind the piles of elders: "It's agreed, four or six cents, you do the share."

Zou Ru cursed secretly, opened it, and took it with a pair of white hands.

Looking up, it was the face of the young Junxi: "My lord, let me do it, I will do it seriously."

Zou Ru froze for a moment, thought about it, and turned around, Lao Qian also looked considered, and finally said: "Why don't you just let him do it, now there is not enough manpower, this year's accounts are complicated and heavy, and he does a good job on weekdays. He's a meticulous lad, do it for him."

Zou Ru solemnly gave him this ledger: "Be careful."

Zhong Yi said solemnly: "It is true."

He walked back, trembling all over: he didn't expect that he could really do something, at least, he could share some complicated tasks.

That night, Zhong Yi sat at the table, drank strong tea, carefully looked at these small prints, and felt a little tired.

He looked up at the dark night outside the window.

On the other side of the night, there is fire.

This is the last day of celebration. Beautiful girls and handsome men dance in the big tent, and exotic songs reach everyone's ears. Hot milk tea, crispy biscuits, and fine wine are also essential.

There was a bonfire burning in the snow, the fire reflected the snow red, and the wind was blowing warmly. Not far away, horses were running wildly, and the people riding on them were heroic and seemed tireless.

A world of ice and snow, but it has a passionate color.

This kind of scene will eventually end with the royal family's farewell words.

Shan Gou was wearing a mink hat, his face under the brim was very energetic, his light brown eyes were shining brightly, and he seemed extremely happy.

He celebrated enthusiastically with great tact and then contemplated exiting.People cheered and danced, thanked them, took hot wine and drank it down.

Shuo Hui stood outside the tent, blowing in the wind, his face was cold, obviously because of what happened just now.

Several brothers stood behind him, each of them shrinking their heads.

"Prince... We think that you should relax a bit on this holiday..."

"That's right! Prince, when I see you on weekdays, I don't have any female relatives. Of course, the prince cleans himself up, and there will be no shortage of beauties... My subordinate, I really offended you. Please forgive me!"

"The subordinates made their own decisions. Seeing that you had a good drink today, they... made arrangements."

Before they finished speaking, Shuohui snorted coldly.

No one dared to answer.

Shuo Hui felt a little sober from the wine, and said in a low voice, "It's all gone."

"Then... those two beauties..."

The rest of the people were sensible and directly dragged the speaker out.

At this time, perhaps because he had drunk wine, it wasn't too cold, so Shuohui walked around under the bright moonlight.

"Why, are you still shy? You just agreed to marry me, huh?"

Shuo Hui stopped and frowned.

——This is a somewhat frivolous voice, only Shan Gou is like that beauty facing him.

He shook his head in disgust, planning to go back, he didn't want to disturb Shan Gou at all.

"But... someone will come."

"Who's there... Be good—"

Shuohui: "..."

His face was dark, because he realized that Shan Gou was pressing Xue Lie on the silver snow ground openly, and took off her clothes with his hands up and down.

Xuelie's soft blond hair shone brightly under the moonlight, her red lips were slightly parted, as if pitiful, as if inviting, and a pair of light blue eyes like sea water looked deeply at Shan Gou.

Shan Gou leaned down and said, "Is it cold?"

Xue Lie shook his head, and his blond hair shook accordingly. His voice was very pleasant, and he said softly, "Drink that kind of wine to warm up."

After speaking, his face turned red.

Shan Gou laughed wantonly and said, "Excellent, excellent!"

Not far away, Shuohui was not just what happened, he looked at the two of them in a daze: it seemed that there was a hazy feeling.

I just feel that there is an unknown pleasure emerging in my heart—but I don’t know where it came from.

Shuo Hui backed away without showing any trace, and saw Shan Gou and Xue Lie lingering in the snow, their fiery kiss, their affectionate eyes...

wrong.

But I don't know what's wrong.

Shuo Hui turned around resolutely, his back was tall and sharp.

At these times, don't get entangled in these things—it's better to think about the terrain of the lake.