Peerless luthier

When they had almost cleaned up the dinner, father and mother hadn't appeared yet.

Zhong Yi tilted her head and asked Ah Li: "What's wrong with Daddy today, I don't think something is right today."

For the first time, Zhong Li felt that Zhong Yi was a little sensitive: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Yi thought for a while: "Prince Han didn't come."

Zhong Li narrowed his eyes. As his eyes grew, his eyes gradually showed shape and became deeper and deeper. At this time, there seemed to be some emotion hidden in those long and narrow eyes.

Ah Li put down his chopsticks: "Why do you say that?"

Zhong Yi heard this, and said "ah" in some doubts, and put down the chopsticks, with a very natural expression on his face: "Because Prince Han usually comes when we have something to do at home, tonight is your exam, as usual, Lord Han should come."

It seems that Han Yi has really become a frequent visitor to their house.

Zhong Li pursed his lips tightly.

Zhong Yi looked at Zhong Li's suddenly sinking expression, and asked with some concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Li glanced at him and shook his head.

At this moment, a deep laughter came.

Zhong Yi and Zhong Li turned their heads at the same time, and found that Lord Han and his attendants were standing beside the Fengwei Bamboo not far from here.

They looked at each other, stood up and saluted Han Yi.

Han Yi walked over calmly, he smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and asked, "Why don't you see your father and mother?"

Ah Li replied: "Father is not feeling well today, just now Mother helped him into the house to rest."

"Oh?" The expression on Han Yi's face fluctuated slightly, and his tone was a bit unusual: "Maybe he caught a cold."

His gaze lightly swept over Zhong Li's eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Your father has always been weak."

You know it very well.

Zhong Li sneered in his heart, looked up at Han Yi and said, "What's the matter with Prince Han?"

Lord Han raised his eyebrows: "Of course I want to see him."

After speaking, he walked towards Zhong Han's house.

Zhong Li hastened his pace to catch up and said: "Prince Han stay behind, Dad is useless for dinner, he may have already rested."

Han Yi stopped and looked back at him.

Just as she was talking, the door opened, and Yan Hui closed the door and walked out calmly. When she saw Han Yi, there was no superfluous look on her face: "Master Han, are you here? But he is tired today , sleep first..."

Han Yi turned his back to Zhong Li and Zhong Yi, two juniors, and directly looked down at Yan Hui with sharp eyes.

Yan Hui's expression moved slightly, and she twisted the silk handkerchief with her fingers, but she still didn't utter a word.

Han Yi snorted coldly, he stopped looking at Yan Hui, turned around and said, "Li Fei, put the things on the table."

The cold-faced attendant who had been standing all this time took out a cylindrical golden gift box from his arms and put it on the table.

They all involuntarily set their eyes on the golden wooden cylinder.

Han Yi turned around and walked out the door with a cold tone: "Remember to hand this over to Zhong Han, and the king will leave."

They bowed their heads: "Respectfully send off the prince."

The oppressive atmosphere in the yard slowly dissipated after the tall black figure left.

Zhong Xiaoyi felt that the atmosphere tonight was very weird, very, extremely weird.

But...he couldn't figure out why.

Yan Hui asked Zhong Li and Zhong Yi to go back to the room. Zhong Yi wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Zhong Li: "I'm going to practice swords, come and watch, and learn a few tricks."

Zhong Yi pouted and replied: "Your sword is so fast, how can I see clearly..."

Zhong Li sneered: "It's not that you are stupid."

Zhong Xiaoyi frowned: "Mother! Ah Li called me stupid again!"

.. ......

Yan Hui stood by the round table, watching them leave with a smile.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something moving, Yan Hui's beautiful eyes were fixed, and she found that Hua Tian slowly came out from under the table, looking satisfied.

Yan Hui knelt down and gently stroked Huatian's fur: "What a happy cat."

Hanada yawned back to her dignified and beautiful wife.

Yan Hui touched it a few times with a smile, then stood up,

At this time, there was no one in the yard, Yan Hui opened the thick gift box with her slender hands.

Inside lies a brush made of fine jade.

She picked it up and looked at it carefully, and found that the three words "Mo Yuge" were engraved on the shiny pen holder.

It seems that it was selected by the invitation letter of Lord Han.

In addition to the writing brush, she also saw a note stacked neatly inside the gift box. She raised her eyebrows and stared at it for a long time, but did not open the note to read.

She was dazed for a while, then packed the jade brush and walked towards Zhong Han's room.

Yan Hui gently pushed the door open, then closed it lightly.

The light in the room is not very bright, but it has a warm warmth.

The room is lingering with a pleasant aroma of sandalwood, faint, elegant and safe.

The man lying on the bed turned his back to the outside and was covered with a thin quilt.

Hearing the sound, he stood up and raised his eyes to look at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui smiled at him.

Zhong Han said: "Hui'er..." He stretched out his fair and slender hand, patted the side of the bed, "Sit..."

Yan Hui sat down as she said, sighing inwardly.

She said: "Han, Han Yi, he came just now."

Zhong Han heard it, and leaned his back against the bedpost, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

Yan Hui handed Zhong Han the tight golden wooden tube she made, "He... sent this, take a look."

Zhong Han looked at the wooden tube, but did not pick it up.

His downcast appearance is very good-looking, with slender eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and well-shaped lips.

She sat on the side of the bed and looked at the man she had always admired and married despite her family's opposition.

Now, she and Han have met for 15 years and have a child, but she is still uneasy - as long as the cold and arrogant Prince Han with a prominent family background appears beside him, she will feel a sense of crisis.

Yan Hui is always sensitive to the things that Prince Han gave to their family, whether it is from Xiaoyi or Ah Li.

Just like now, she knows that even if the letter is not answered, it doesn't mean anything.

She gently and quietly placed the wooden cylinder beside the bell pillow.

Zhong Han's gaze unconsciously followed the wooden tube.

Yan Hui's beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned: "Don't you need some porridge? I'll cook it now."

Zhong Han shook his head, stretched out his hand, and covered Yan Hui's hands: "Hui'er, I'm in a bad mood today."

"I know." Yan Hui smiled gently, her eyes were bright and gentle, "Wang He is leaving, right?"

Zhong Han nodded with a wry smile.

Yan Hui looked into his warm eyes, and said softly, "Han, when Xiaoyi goes to Jinhe City, can we move there too?"

Zhong Han was slightly puzzled: "Move to Jinhe City?"

Yan Hui nodded and said with a smile: "Isn't that the place that the luthier longs for? Xiaoyi will also have a better development there. As for Ah Li, we are enough for him."

Zhong Han scratched her nose and smiled gently: "It's up to you."

Yan Hui touched her nose shyly, lowered her head, and snuggled into Zhong Han's arms.

Zhong Han closed his eyes and gently wrapped his arms around his wife. Her black hair exuded a faint fragrance. At this moment, he felt that he was safe.

Today is the night of the end of the literary examination - it is destined that the Zhongfu will not be peaceful tonight.

Zhong Yi watched Ah Li waving his sharp sword recklessly in the courtyard, and tightened his skirt in a gust of bleak wind.

"Ah Li—"

Ah Li didn't look back, he was still spinning rapidly in the night when the bamboo leaves fell.

Zhong Yi noticed in a daze: Ah Li's sword seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

The autumn night was so cold that Zhong Yi couldn't help but stomped her feet.

Unexpectedly, this stomping stomped out the trouble...

Huatian jingled and slipped out of the piano room, coordinating his limbs perfectly, and he really walked out of the "catwalk" feeling.

Hua Tian rubbed Zhong Yi's calf: "Meow—"

Zhong Yi was shivering from the cold, when she saw the fluffy and soft flower field, she grabbed it into her arms.

"Ok?"

Zhong Yi found the bright red bell tied around Huatian's neck.

He held up the well-made little bell, which reflected bright light under the dim light.

Zhong Yi asked suspiciously, "Where did this come from? Ah Li gave it to you?"

Ah Li, who was practicing sword, gave Huatian a look.

Hua Tian raised his head, his innocent cat eyes were facing Zhong Yi.

The four eyes met - Hanada lowered her bulging head and her ears were trembling.

After practicing the sword, Zhong Li pinched its ear directly.

Hanada trembled, raised her head and shook her beard angrily.

It jumped off Zhong Yi's arms, only to be hugged by Ah Li again in mid-air.

Huatian wants to cry but has no tears: "Meow..."

"A little bell of unknown origin, huh? Do you still want to wear it?" Ah Li narrowed his eyes and looked at Huatian.

When Hua Tian and Ah Li started the "struggle", Zhong Yi still looked at the little bell carefully, and finally made a shocking discovery: a small word was engraved on the opening of the bell: "白".

Zhong Yi involuntarily showed a beautiful and charming smile.

Is it her?

Zhong Yi stared at the bell in a daze.

Ah Li raised his eyebrows in doubt, and then with his always sharp eyes, he noticed something was wrong on the bell.

Ah Li hugged Huatian tightly, and snatched the bell into his hands: "Show me."

Zhong Yi worried: "Uh..."

Zhong Yi looked at Ah Li's expression uneasily.

Sure enough, after seeing the high-profile "white" character, Ah Li's complexion slowly darkened.

He put down the cat, his eyes were sharp: "Bai? From the Bai family? Bai Yuyu?"

Zhong Yi scratched her hair: "Uh, maybe, uh..."

Ah Li sneered: "I don't know you well, now even your cat is tied with the bell of the Bai family."

Hua Tian rubbed against Ah Li's feet.

Zhong Yi tugged at the corner of her clothes: "I really don't know," Zhong Yi pointed to Huatian with her toes, "Well, you can ask Huatian, it must know."

The eyes of the two people shifted to Huatian at the same time, and Huatian's round eyes widened: "Meow——"

Ah Li remained silent, and nimbly untied the bell with his slender fingers, stuffing it into his sleeve.

His eyes were dark, and he smiled calmly: "This one, I will take care of it."

After speaking, he strode away.

Hua Tian and Zhong Yi looked at each other in dismay: Does this mean it was confiscated?

One person and one cat are relatively silent.