Peerless luthier

The sleeping hall is very large and looks magnificent from the outside, but the inside is very simple. When you walk in, there are no complicated decorations. The first thing you see is the black wooden table, on which are sorted and classified documents. % On the left is a dark blue curtain, soft and bright material, very drape. Zhong Yi guessed that the bedroom was inside, so he looked to the right.

Zhong Yi pretended to look at the layout of the dormitory, looking for a safe place.

On the right hand side is the glazed wall, painted with unknown patterns of flowers and plants, and there is a soft chair that can only accommodate one person. It is estimated that Shuo Hui sat there when he had nothing to do.

Zhong Yi's eyes lit up, and she moved towards the soft chair without any trace.

Shuo Hui entered the door and saw Zhong Yi standing in front of the soft chair, looking at him with a questioning smile.

Shuo Hui understood and said, "Sit down."

"Thank you."

Zhong Yi sat down, put her hands on the edge, and forced the soft chair to sit tightly.

Shuo Hui thought it was funny, but didn't intend to bother him.

He took off his coat, hung it up, and sat down at the black wooden table to deal with official duties.

Zhong Yi felt that her status seemed to have risen - she used to stand on the sidelines as a pillar, but now at least she has a place to sit.

Gradually, a little bored, Zhong Yi stared at the dark blue curtain opposite for a while, then looked at Shuohui who was still reviewing the copywriting with his back straight.

Shuohui was taller than Ah Li, and his complexion was slightly darker. In terms of facial features, Ah Li was softer than him, and his smile was very similar.

Zhong Yi's slender fingers patted the soft soft chair - I remember that Ah Li also likes this kind of soft chair, and there is one at home.

He raised his head, looked at the dark blue curtain, and thought for a while—Ah Li also seemed to like dark blue.

Zhong Yi couldn't help studying Shuo Hui's movements, and was slightly stunned.

When holding a writing brush, Zhong Yi likes to hold the brush with five fingers, but Ah Li likes to hold the brush with three fingers. Shuohui's posture is very similar to his - looking at it this way, Zhong Yi became more and more puzzled.

He was lost in thought, the two of them spent more time together in these days, if one were to count the similarities between Shuo Hui and Zhong Li, there would be too many.

But—there seemed to be a lot of differences.

Maybe it's because I haven't touched the piano for a long time, and my brain is not working very well. Zhong Yi thought about it, and the sleepiness slowly hit...

The lights were off, and it was almost midnight.

Shuo Hui rubbed his temples, turned his head, and found that Zhong Yi had fallen asleep in the soft chair, curled up, not very similar to his "masculine" sitting posture just now.

He smiled softly, stood up, stretched his body, and walked towards Zhong Yi who was sleeping soundly.He leaned down, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at his sleeping face quietly for a while. His brows and eyes were clean, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. When he opened them, his eyes looked bright.

Shuo recalled Shuoyu's teasing, and felt a little strange.

Zhong Yi woke up in the middle of the night because of the pain.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhong Yi's forehead, and he curled up, feeling cramped in his stomach, as if a knife was being cut.

A posture can't be maintained for a long time, Zhong Yi tossed and turned on the bed, the pain swept up, as if it hurt everywhere.

He looked at the lights in the corridor and saw where he was - where is this? !

Lying on an unfamiliar bed, he turned his head abruptly.

hiss--

Neck twisted.

Zhong Yi: "..."

Watching Shuo Hui open his eyes helplessly, his deep purple eyes looked pitch black at night, and looked too much like Zhong Li from the side.

Shuo turned his head to look at him, his voice was slightly hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Yi said softly: "Stomach hurts."

The two were very close, he looked at Shuo Hui and frowned: "Let me see." He got up and looked at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi said embarrassingly: "The neck... the neck is also twisted."

Shuohui: "..."

Shuo Hui supported his back with his hands, carefully helped him up, Zhong Yi's posture was very stiff, strange, maybe it was the tension in his heart that made him feel less pain in his stomach.

After finally hugging him, Shuo Hui got off the bed and picked up Zhong Yi naturally.

Zhong Yi blushed completely: "You, you put me down, I won't hurt anymore."

Shuo replied, "You don't need to be so ignorant."

"..." Zhong Yi was speechless.

Shuo Hui was also slightly taken aback.

Putting Zhong Yi on the soft chair in the hall, Zhong Yi kept his head sideways, waiting for the imperial physician.

It was only when he turned his head that Zhong Yi realized that he had made a big mistake—the glazed wall behind him was now lavender and peacock blue, and under the lights, it was a very magnificent and mysterious color.And this wall is actually the entrance to the bedroom, embedded in it, this is the first time I have seen it.

Seeing Zhong Yi's curiosity, Shuo Hui explained lightly: "This is built with glazed jade from the Northern Jin Dynasty, and it can be polished with special knives."

He said, "You like it?"

Zhong Yi said: "I think it looks good."

Soon, the imperial doctor came in a hurry. He was a middle-aged man. He made a diagnosis for Zhong Yi, prescribed a prescription, and told him: "You should pay more attention to conditioning. You should avoid food in the near future. Please eat more light and nourishing food."

He looked at his neck and said, "It's not a serious problem. You can use a hot towel to compress and massage."

Thank you Zhong Yi.

The servant took the medicine and decocted it, Zhong Yi said casually, "Go back to sleep."

Shuo Hui nodded, sent someone to fetch a warm towel, and hugged him up again.

Zhong Yi supported Shuo Hui's shoulder with his right hand, and rested his left hand uncomfortably.

Putting him beside the bed, the servant brought hot water and handed the hot towel to Shuo Hui.

"Don't move around." Shuo Hui whispered.

Feel the hot water vapor on the neck.

Zhong Yi felt that the sideways head position was too sore.

After tossing around in the middle of the night, the neck became straighter, the soreness subsided a lot, and the medicine was taken, Zhong Yi was drowsy and fell asleep on Shuohui's body.

He woke up very late the next day, and when he woke up, Shuohui was already gone.

Zhong Yi's underwear was wrinkled from sleeping, and the servant brought new clothes.Because of sleeping too late, there is a touch of blue under the eyes.

Unfortunately, when he went out, he happened to meet Wei Shi. He looked at Zhong Yi thoughtfully, and then at the dormitory behind him, a ambiguous smile suddenly appeared, his eyes circled around Zhong Yi's waist, and then "Hehe" smiled strangely, nodded, and strode away.

Zhong Yi: "..."

He went back to his small courtyard and found a piano was quietly placed on his desk.

Zhong Yi was slightly surprised, walked in, and plucked a string.

"Ding--"

Clean and flawless, like a ring.

Zhong Yi smiled, it was a good piano.

There was also a note next to it, and when I picked it up, my face turned black.

The flamboyant font, the Northern Jin Dynasty font, was simply incomprehensible, so Zhong Yi put it away casually, thinking it should have been sent by Shuo Hui.

In one day, Zhong Yi played the piano for one day.

There are not many idlers in the mansion, but they also know a little bit of tune music, and they all secretly stood outside his yard to listen.

At this time in autumn, when the leaves in the courtyard are falling, he is wearing a blue violin master's robe, with long hair hanging down softly, sitting in front of the stone table, his shiny fingers fluttering like butterflies, and the sound of the piano spread to the streets outside the palace, full of traffic and endless traffic , the sound of the piano is melodious, like freedom, flying over thousands of rivers and mountains.

"Papapa——" the applause suddenly sounded, and the sound of the piano was interrupted.

Zhong Yi opened his eyes and looked back.

A strange man with an attendant stood not far behind him.

Zhong Yi looked at him calmly, and at the same time, the other party narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at Zhong Yi carefully.

Zhong Yi saw the jade plaque on his waist, stood up, and said, "Under Zhong Yi."

Shuo Yu nodded and said with a smile, "You know who I am."

Zhong Yi said: "Duke Jin Jing."

Shuoyu laughed loudly: "You are really smart."

Zhong Yi was noncommittal.

If a person wants to dig something, first serve some honey.

Shuoyu said, "Play another song?"

Zhong Yi shook her head: "I've already enjoyed myself."

Shuoyu smiled slightly: "The tunes of Southern Chu, that's all." There was sarcasm in his smile, sarcasm in sarcasm, his light purple eyes were a little playful and even more gloomy.

Zhong Yi looked up, looked at him, and said: "Zhong Yi is good at deep and simple ancient music, and has learned from the strengths of the families of the four countries, but he doesn't know what is good about the profuse music of the Northern Jin Dynasty."

Shuoyu smiled lightly and looked down at Zhongyi: "I don't know why Brother Wang brought you, a captive with no skills, with you. Could it be that you are flattering me like a woman?"

Zhong Yi had never been so humiliated before, she was trembling with anger, and stared at Shuo Yu.

Shuoyu stroked her chin frivolously, and said, "You still have a bit of beauty. If Brother Wang gets tired of you one day, I might as well find someone for you."

Zhong Yi gave him a cold look, turned around, and strode away.

Looking at Zhong Yi's back, Shuo Yu calmed down, returned to her usual appearance, hummed the tune that Zhong Yi had just played, and walked away slowly.

Zhong Yi sat in the room, feeling as if a fire was burning in his heart, as if he had been stripped of his clothes, walking in full view, his wound bleeding, Shuo Yu's contempt seemed to remind him that he had forgotten the great enmity of his family and country, Playing the piano as if nothing had happened, yet sleeping peacefully in the enemy's mansion every night? !

Zhong Yi closed her eyes in pain, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

If it is Yin Zizhong, he must be like a sharp sword. After being sharpened, he still has an undefeated fighting spirit.

Unlike myself, I have no ambition, indulge in ease, and don't think about making progress!

Zhong Yi took a deep breath, and there seemed to be darkness in front of her eyes.

The fragrance of golden osmanthus, the green leaves, and the small fragrant rice flowers, Fan Wenzi said: "The fragrance of this sweet-scented osmanthus is really good."

Shuo Hui nodded casually, and said, "I think the war in Southern Chu can be avoided."

Fan Wenzi looked at Shuohui and said, "What, are you tired?"

Shuo replied, "If you fight again, it won't do you any good."

Fan Wenzi chuckled: "You think the same as the emperor."

Shuohui was slightly surprised.

Fan Wenzi said: "In another year, there will be a complete truce. During this period of time, it is the time for us to explore. Now that the goal is about to be achieved, the war that costs troops and strength can naturally stop."

Back at the mansion, the servants hurried past with their heads down, Shuo Hui felt that the atmosphere was not right, so Shuo Hui grabbed someone and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhong?"

The servant bowed his head: "In my room, I haven't eaten today."

Shuo replied, "Still feeling unwell?"

The servant said: "It's probably because I feel uncomfortable." As soon as the words came out, he hurriedly said: "The little one talked nonsense... The little one went to deliver food today, and saw Mr. Zhong lying on the table, he seemed to be crying."

Shuo Hui sneered: "You're still crying when you're so grown up?" Then he asked: "Who is annoying him?"

The servant said nothing.

Shuo replied, "Forget it, let's go."

The servant hastily withdrew.