Peerless luthier

After the two opened their hearts, they loved each other unscrupulously. (.)

Park Prince's Mansion, study room.

Wei Er said: "According to the preliminary judgment, the people's voice for this tax reduction is relatively high. The reason has been analyzed by the subordinates. Please take a look."

Wei Er handed out the document all the time in the air.

Looking up, the corners of Shuo Hui's lips were slightly curved, and he looked at the window with a look of ecstasy.

Wei Er looked over suspiciously—there was a bright light outside the window, and a clean and dusty man was sitting under a tree reading a book.

"Ahem!" Wei Er coughed violently.

Shuo returned his gaze, glanced at Wei Er vaguely, and said solemnly: "This king knows."

What do you know?

Wei Er roared inwardly.

At night, in the courtyard, boundless fallen leaves are falling.

Zhong Yi sat at the stone table and played the piano, Shuo Hui stood tall and tall.

Sword dance.

The sound of the piano is clanging, the blade of the sword is as cold as snow, and the shadows of the sword are flying.

The sharp sword posture, flowing clouds and flowing water, back stabbing, shuttle, with ease.

At the end of the song, Shuo took back the sword, slightly surprised, and stroked the blade: "I used to wield the sword? Is this sword mine?"

Zhong Yi stood up and said, "How do you feel?"

Shuo Hui took a sword flower casually, nodded and said, "It's easier than a knife."

Zhong Yi laughed and said, "This sword is called 'Leng Guang Heng', and you kept it at home before."

Shuo Hui said, "When will you go to Andu? For some reason, I really want to remember those things."

Zhong Yi smiled lightly and said, "It's pretty good now."

The two were silent for a while, then Shuo Hui suddenly said: "You said, I had two masters guarding Hu Cuo City at that time, then, didn't I..."

He paused, a sad look appeared on his handsome face, his eyes were lowered, and he stood very quietly.

The last yellow leaf fell from the tree and landed on Zhong Yi's boot.

"Don't think about the past." Zhong Yi said.

Shuo Hui shook his head.

The night was slightly cold, Zhong Yi held Shuo Hui's hand: "Go back to your room."

The two returned to the room, and Zhong Yi came out of the shower. Shuo Hui was standing in front of the window with his coat on, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and the flickering lights behind him stretched his figure very long. A little lonely.

Zhong Yi stood at the door and looked at him for a long time.

He knew what Shuo Hui was thinking now.

I want to make him happy, those unhappy things have passed, only now is the most precious.

Ever since he confirmed that Shuohui is Zhong Li, he has been very grateful to God, and every day now is a gift from fate.

Afterwards, Zhong Yi wiped her wet hair and asked, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

Shuo Hui heard about it and looked at him sideways: "What?"

Zhong Yi walked over, stood beside him, and said: "It's nothing, it's late now, you...do you want to get up early tomorrow morning?"

Shuo replied, "As usual."

Zhong Yi nodded: "Oh." Then he lowered his head, as if he was struggling with something, hesitantly.

"What's the matter, there are heavy things to do tonight?"

Zhong Yi's face turned red all of a sudden.

"...It can be considered."

Shuo Hui looked at Zhong Yi, and Zhong Yi looked down at the floor, and there was no sign of what to say.

After a moment of silence, Shuo replied, "What is it, tell me."

Zhong Yi closed her eyes, opened them again, and said with a vicious expression: "Turn off the light!"

"..."

Shuohui blew out the lights according to his words, and in the dark night, the two looked at each other with bright eyes.

"You, go to bed."

Zhong Yi said coyly.

Shuo Hui was dazed, but suddenly understood, the haze in his heart lightened a lot.

With an imperceptible smile, Shuo Hui unbuttoned his outer robe, revealing a strong and slender body with well-proportioned muscles and a stalwart physique. He walked to the bedside step by step and stroked his loose long hair. His appearance was really alluring .

Zhong Yi lowered his eyes uncomfortably.

Shuo Hui lay obediently on his side on the bed, his black hair spread on the pillow, his slender legs crossed casually, hiding threats, like a vigorous black panther, looking at the bewildered Zhong Yi leisurely.

Shuo Hui deliberately said, "Your hair is still wet, come here, and I'll wipe it off for you."

Zhong Yi took a deep breath, then stretched out her beautiful fingers, and untied the light belt.

The coat with the scent of the bath slipped off the shoulders.

Zhong Yi raised her eyes, and slowly met the handsome man on the bed.

It was a silent temptation, as if a bright and flawless moonlight suddenly fell from the window, covering the thin body, with greenness and cleanliness, black hair like a waterfall, some hanging down on the chest, the faint bath fragrance, like The orchid in the deep valley is quietly open, but it cannot be played with.

However, there was no moonlight at this time, and it was still half-dark night. Zhong Yi was naked, with faint starlight in his eyes, and he looked at him steadily.

Shuo Hui's breathing became heavy.

"You, do you know what you're going to do?"

"……Know."

Zhong Yi took a few deep breaths and took a step forward. With each step, it seemed as if ripples were forming on the ground, and the past had emerged.

The first kiss, in River City, was a hot and irresistible kiss.

The second kiss, in Xiheju, was full of tenderness and lingering attachment.

The third kiss, in the carriage, domineering and eager to possess.

Shuo Hui sat up and stretched out his knuckle-boned hand.

Zhong Yi put her finger on his palm, and flicked it lightly like playing a piano.

This is not the dream of that summer night, the hands are real skin, the kisses are real lips, the entanglement is still this person.

Zhong Yi fell on the bed, looking straight at him with clear eyes: "Do you remember?"

Shuo Hui chuckled: "I remember everything about you."

The black hair of the two was tangled together, on Hongluan's bed, a pair of trembling hands hugged the strong and hard back.

It seemed like a storm, but it was mixed with pure floral fragrance.

In the turbulent world of mortals, as long as there is you, even if the mountains and rivers collapse, everything is gone, or the abyss is full of ravines, I am willing to walk side by side with you, fearlessly.

Tonight, only the sinking of the next year remains.

All the pain of waiting, because of your reappearance, all disappeared.

The next day, Zhong Yi woke up.

The soreness spread from the waist, Zhong Yi opened his eyes, and then closed them tiredly.

"Are you still awake?" A low voice came from beside my ear.

Zhong Yi closed her eyes and did not look at him.

The person beside him smiled slightly, and Zhong Yi felt a kiss on the side of his face.

Shuo Hui wrapped Zhong Yi in his arms, and slowly rubbed his chin against his soft hair.

The two were tender, neither of them wanted to get up.

"Aren't you going to court?" The hoarse voice made Zhong Yi frowned: "Ahem——"

Shuo Hui said, "I won't go today."

Zhong Yi pressed against his hot chest, feeling very peaceful in her heart, and fell asleep drowsily amidst the sound of Shuo's strong and steady heartbeat.

Looking back at Zhong Yi's sleepy eyes, Shuo Hui felt soft in his heart.

For me, with you, nothing matters.

It was probably in the afternoon when Zhong Yi opened his eyes again, Shuo Hui was wearing a loose robe, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at something, while she was leaning against his arms.

Moved slightly.

Shuo Hui immediately shifted his gaze to his face, put down the document, rubbed his waist, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Zhong Yi blushed and was annoyed. She slid away and retracted her head into the quilt again.

Shuo smiled back and fished him out.

Zhong Yi sat on his lap, with her face pressed against his chest, looking lazy and obedient like a cat.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, a wedding invitation from the Western Song Dynasty."

"?"

"A friend is getting married." Shuo Hui hugged him and said, "Do you know who he is marrying?"

"?"

Shuohui couldn't help laughing, and kissed him fiercely: "You look at me like this, and my heart itch."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"Married his younger brother and made him a queen... I can't tell, it's really scary to be alone with this kind of person."

Zhong Yi said: "I'm a little envious, he is married to a Ming matchmaker."

Shuohui was silent for a while, then kissed the top of his hair: "When I come back from Western Song Dynasty, let's get married too."

Zhong Yi looked at him in surprise.

Shuo Hui looked serious.

"As long as you want, I will do it, and no one can stop it."

Zhong Yi laughed loudly: "The two grooms, could it be that they are husbands?"

Shuo Hui said solemnly: "Of course you call me Husband."

Zhong Yi imagined, but still couldn't help laughing.

Seeing how happy he was smiling, Shuo Hui followed suit, making plans in his heart.

Imperial City, study room.

"What?!" Shuo Yu's eyes widened: "You want to get married?!"

Shuo Hui nodded seriously.

"Okay," Shuo Yu wrote with a pen, "Who is the target? Prime Minister He mentioned this matter last time. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a date. It will be done in a few days."

Shuo Hui smiled: "Don't be so anxious, I will wait until the king returns from the Western Song Dynasty. I will let you know in advance so that you can be prepared. I will not accept any official business when the time comes."

Shuo Yu raised her eyes, her light purple eyes were full of suspicion: "You...you don't know how to marry a woman from the Western Song Dynasty?"

Shuo Hui sneered: "How is that possible."

"Oh—that's good." Shuo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Who, say it."

"The person who is hidden by the king in the golden house."

"... Zhong Yi?"

Now Shuohui was slightly surprised, he said: "Indeed."

Shuoyu restrained her joking expression, and said calmly, "Brother Wang, have you really thought about it?"

Shuo Hui said, "Of course, in this life, he is the only one."

"If you're so loyal, how can you have an heir?"

"Never mind."

Hearing this, Shuo Yu narrowed her eyes slightly.

After several conversations, Shuo Yu compromised, and Shuo Hui walked out.

Fan Wenzi came out from behind the scenes and said, "When will I have to go and see that bell again?"

Shuoyu smiled handsomely, and handed the document to Fan Wenzi from his arms: "No, he won't stay for long anyway."

Fan Wenzi took it and read it quickly, thoughtfully.

Fan Wenzi said: "This minister has already figured out a plan."

Shuoyu smiled faintly, dipped a pen in water, and wrote a word on the table.

"Searching."

Fan Wenzi took it and wrote a word.

"cut."

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

A few days later, Shuohui was preparing to go west, afraid that Zhongyi would not be able to bear the bumps, so he said bluntly: "The journey is long, you can't bear it."

Zhong Yi said: "In case you miss me, what should I do?"

Shuohui laughed loudly: "Then I have to embed you in my body."

At night, Zhong Yi fell asleep.

Shuo Hui looked at him deeply.

The Western Song Dynasty still had the troops he had deployed. For this invitation alone, the ulterior motives were not about drinking, and the wedding banquet was a cover-up. For the real one, I'm afraid they still need to deal with it.

He is his weakness and must be kept in a safe place.

Shuo Hui kissed his forehead and blew out the lamp.