Peerless luthier

At this time, Zhong Yi hated her inability to restrain the chicken very much.

He regained his composure, and carried Zou Ru down the tower—perhaps because of his broken thigh, it was not so heavy on his back.

Zhong Yi's hands were covered with blood. He rode on his horse and ran towards the city. He encountered a group of enemy soldiers and avoided them. He ran all the way and returned to the city. He rushed in and found a large scroll of manuscripts. , Xiao Hua rushed out from the yard and rubbed against the corner of his clothes.

When he arrived at the place Zou Ru mentioned, he heard another cannon fire, overlooking from the mountain—the south gate was breached.

After half an hour, he buried Zou Ru.

On the high green hills, I hope there is a piece of peace.

Zhong Yi released Xiao Hua from the package, and said gently: "From now on, let's live here, catch grasshoppers, look for mountain rats, and you can get there."

Xiao Hua meowed meowing.

Zhong Yi held back her distress and stroked its fur for the last time.

He went down the mountain and went straight to the city.

At this time, the allied forces of the Jin and Song Dynasties had already converged. Shan Gou stood on the gate of the city, planted a flag, looked around, and said to Shuohui, "It really is a good place, with beautiful mountains and clear waters."

Shuo Hui said: "There are still troops in the city, and the next step is street fighting."

Shan Gou sneered and said, "This group of people will fight hard even when they are about to die."

Shuo Hui said: "This way, there will be the incentive to fight." He drew his sword and said: "Start from Ximen, whoever resists, no one will be left behind!"

It was past noon, and there was still not a drop of water.

Zhong Yi came down from the mountain and directly encountered the fierce street fighting at the south gate.

He looked at a dead soldier on the ground, pulled out the bow and arrow from his hand, drew the bow, took aim, released the arrow, and with a "whoosh", not far away, an enemy fell down.

There should be applause here.

Zhong Yi laughed to himself, Fu Wu had taught him several times, but he didn't expect that when he was on the battlefield, his own hand playing the piano would be so upbeat.

A few arrows in a row are all accurate.

The soldier next to him gave him a surprised look, and quickly threw him a quiver.

Zhong Yi thanked him, and in the small space, he was like a candle, resisting the trembling and desperately burning out the last bit of energy.

After all, he was not a soldier, his arm strength was weak, and after a while, the arrows shot by Zhong Yi lost their strength.

The soldier next to him glared at him, then snatched the quiver away.

Zhong Yi tilted her head and was about to speak when the soldier next to her was hit by an arrow and fell down with a bang.

Tell you to grab my quiver.

Zhong Yi looked complicated, looking at the slowly approaching enemy army and the few remaining arrows in the quiver.

At this time, people around shouted: "Brothers! Let's fight!"

"Fight!"

"on!"

The people around him drew their swords and rushed forward.

Zhong Yi sighed, and also drew out her own sword blade - it was a very sharp long sword, with a shiny blade, engraved with a line of small characters: Jian Guang Heng.

Zhong Yi closed her eyes and kissed the blade of the sword: "Ah Li, please protect me."

Stepping forward, he rushed up.

If Zhong Li was still there, he would definitely laugh at him: "It's really overreaching." But he took the blade again and demonstrated it to him.

If Fu Wu was there, he would have snatched the sword and said, "Swords have no eyes, you didn't touch this, go back and play the piano."

If Yin Zizhong is here, he will look at him expressionlessly: "You must want to die."

It would be nice if... if those people were there.

Unfortunately, they are not there.

The moment Zhong Yi rushed out, he was being watched by someone. The bright and bright sword was really dazzling in the sun. Wei Yi was upset and killed all the way to kill this little soldier, but when he walked in and saw him also laughed.

Really, where did a girl run out of the battlefield?

He sneered and shouted, "I'll give you a ride!"

Zhong Yi turned his head and narrowly avoided, although he could not understand the man's words, he knew that the short but strong man in front of him was very dangerous.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi's turning around made the bloodthirsty blade in Wei Yi's hand slightly stop.

Wei Yi recognized at a glance that the young man in front of him who was out of place on the battlefield was the one who disrupted their plan that time.

By night, the flag had died down.

The allied forces of Jin and Song swarmed into every corner of the city, and the wolf totem and the black eagle logo were everywhere.

All the captives were assembled in the square.

This place used to be the happiest and busiest area in Yundi City. Zhong Yi often passed by here when he was on business.

Zhong Yi's gaze was distracted, his hands and feet were bound, and he was twisted into a humiliating posture. The man threw him to the front of the crowd, as if he was about to be tortured. His knees and legs were swollen, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't even stand up.

Most of the captives were civilians, not many in number, and most of the soldiers died in the fierce street fighting.

In the chaos, Zhong Yi thought of the Great General. At this moment, being treated like this really didn't die cleanly and honorably on the battlefield.

The sound of the gong was deafening. From morning to night, it took a lot of physical strength and it was really unbearable.

So, before the enemy guarded the future, Zhong Yi's body tilted, fell on the cold ground, and passed out.

Shuohui handed the order to Wei Shi: "Be sure to pass it on today."

"Yes!"

Wei Shi backed out, with a tired face on his face, he was also wounded, but they were all superficial, and said to Shuo Hui: "I have gone back to rest, Wei Yi came to look for you just now, it seems that there is something wrong."

Shuo Hui nodded.

Wei Yi entered the door and said: "This subordinate has caught the person who discovered we had set up an ambush at the south gate."

Shuo Hui raised his head and said, "Did you ask clearly?"

Wei Yi scratched his head: "I didn't ask."

Shuo Hui nodded: "Bring him here."

Wei Yidao: "Yes." Halfway through, he asked, "Where are the prisoners?"

Shuo Hui didn't look up, and said flatly, "Leave it to the person who should be responsible."

Wei Yi retreated, went to the square, and whispered something to the military officer, who was slightly surprised.

Wei Yi walked up to a man who was tied up, kicked him with his toes, his expression changed subtly, and he looked down, it turned out that he had passed out.

The cold water is refreshing on a hot summer day.

Zhong Yi choked on the water and woke up coughing.

Wei Er smiled maliciously: "Fortunately, you are awake now, otherwise we will wait for you in a while."

Wei Er spoke Southern Chu dialect, which Zhong Yi could understand.

With a cold face, he looked around - this is the mansion of the great general.

Clenching his fists tightly, he knew that he was now in a situation where he was slaughtered. Wei Shi gave him a tie, but he still wore an anklet.

Wei Yi's voice came from inside: "Bring people in."

Wei Er and Wei Shi roughly picked up Zhong Yi, almost in a throwing posture, Zhong Yi knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, with his face directly stuck to the floor, such a collision made his sober mind dizzy again Almost, as if to spit it out.

Wei Yi signaled, and Wei Shi walked over, grabbed Zhong Yi's hair, and made him face his boss.

Shuo Hui sat on the high chair, looking coldly at the young man in front of him.

"Is this the person?"

"Yes."

Shuo Hui walked up to Zhong Yi and said in Nanchu dialect, "What's your name?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Shuo Hui asked again: "What's your name?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Shuo Hui gave Zhong Yi a cold look, and said to Wei Er, "Are you dumb?"

Wei Er squatted down and grabbed Ka Zhongyi's throat forcefully.

"Cough cough cough—" Zhong Yi bent down and coughed violently.

Wei Shi grabbed his head again and made him look up.

Shuo Hui glanced at him, his face changed a little.

Zhong Yi began to cry, tears flowed from his slightly closed eyes, moistening his messy face, his choked voice sounded pitiful.

For a while, the huge room was silent.

Wei Yi yelled: "Prince asked you something, you fucking cry!"

Wei Er said: "He can't understand the Northern Jin dialect."

Wei Yi glared at Wei Er and fell silent.

Shuo Hui waved his hand, motioning for them to take him out, turned his back indifferently, and walked towards the desk.

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

"Bold!" Seeing Wei Shi, he kicked Zhong Yi's hand away.

Wei Yi and Wei Er also stared angrily.

Zhong Yi said: "It's me."

His voice was very warm and pleasant, Wei Yi restrained his face slightly, and asked in some crappy Nan Chu dialect: "Why didn't you say it just now?"

Zhong Yi was silent again.

Wei Yi looked at Shuo Hui, but Shuo Hui didn't intend to speak, but just looked at him calmly.

Wei Yi asked, "What's your name?"

He looked straight at Shuo Hui, and answered clearly, "Zhong Yi."

When Shuohui heard it, there seemed to be a very thin thread connecting his mind, so he looked at the person kneeling on the ground, and that person was also looking at him.

Wei Yi asked, "What are you doing in Yundi?"

Zhong Yi replied: "Local officials."

Wei Yi asked: "Why did you come to the South Gate that day?"

Zhong Yi: "...that general brought me here."

Wei Yi asked: "Did the general say the reason before?"

Zhong Yi said: "I just said that there is something strange, I want to show someone, I volunteered, so I went together."

Wei nodded and looked at Shuo Hui: "Prince, look..."

Shuo Hui seemed to be in a daze, and suddenly said, "Wash his face and hands clean."

Wei Er looked at Shuohui suspiciously, but Shuohui didn't intend to make it clear.

Wei Shi took a basin of water and prepared to wash Zhong Yi's hands in front of Shuo Hui.

Zhong Yi whispered: "I will do it myself."

Wei Shi agreed.

The clear water has turned into sewage, and an outstanding face can be seen at a glance.

Shuo Hui seemed to be stunned, and said softly, "Stand up."

Zhong Yi looked at him, endured the pain in her legs, and stood up, tall and thin.

The two looked at each other.

Wei Yi Wei Er Wei Shi looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why.

Shuo Hui took a closer look, then nodded lightly: "Take him down and watch him carefully."

Wei Er and Wei Shi took Zhong Yi down.

After they left, Wei Yi asked: "Prince, do you think that man's words are true?"

Shuohui returned to his usual calm appearance, and said, "It's fake."

Wei Yi: "...Why did he lie, he is not afraid of us—"

Shuo replied, "Watch him carefully, and interrogate him later."

Wei Yiyi: "Yes."