Peerless luthier

The carriage drove into the palace, on the way, someone handed him a porcelain bottle, Zhong Li took it, and it contained a pill. % Zhong Li said "Huh?"

The people outside heard it, and someone immediately approached the curtain of the car and whispered in Nanchu dialect: "Prince, this is the antidote given to you by Lord Wei who escorted you."

Zhong Li snorted coldly and took the antidote.

At this time, it was already dark, and the surroundings were lit with lights. Zhong Li got off the carriage and had just taken the pills, and his physical strength had recovered a lot.

There is a magnificent palace in front of you, with a marble floor, walking on it, there are clear footsteps.

Zhong Li scanned his surroundings, patrolling guards with weapons could be seen everywhere.

Standing in front of him was a fair-faced man who, judging by his attire, seemed to be the chief steward of the palace.

Su Ran smiled slightly, making people feel like a spring breeze. He said in authentic Southern Chu dialect: "Welcome to the prince, please enter the palace with your subordinates." He made an invitation gesture.

Zhong Li looked at him indifferently: "Are you from Southern Chu?"

Su Ran said: "This subordinate is from Xiucheng in the Northern Jin Dynasty."

Zhong Li no longer looked at him.Step up and walk forward.

The building in front of him has a magnificent sense of sight, like the twilight, pressing towards him violently. The emperor's palace is brightly lit at the moment, and the smooth white jade slabs guide the visitors to the source of light.

Zhong Li paused slightly.

Su Ran, who was walking behind him, asked, "What is the prince's order?"

Zhong Li shook his head slightly, raised his steps and continued to move forward.

A group of people soon arrived in front of the palace, raised their heads, and wrote "Milu Pavilion". After passing the door, the traditional architectural layout of the Northern Jin Dynasty was inside, and Zhong Li frowned slightly.

Su Ran said: "Prince, the king is inside."

Zhong Li nodded slightly, and walked in. Su Ran watched him enter the inner room, pushed back the others, and closed the door by himself to go out.

The interior is furnished in a luxurious and simple way, bypassing the screen embroidered with beautiful mountains and rivers, a young man sits on a sandalwood chair with very black hair, which glows deep purple under the lights.

The lights reflected in his eyes, and the emotions hidden in the pupils could not be seen. The two looked at each other, and an invisible atmosphere suppressed them.

After a while, Shuo Yu looked up and smiled, "&*%?"

Northern Jin language, I don't understand.

Zhong Li looked at him expressionlessly.

Shuoyu rubbed his chin, and said in a somewhat crappy Southern Chu mixed with Northern Jin dialect, "Zhong Li."

Zhong Li was startled slightly, and nodded.

According to his appearance, Zhong Li knew that the man in front of him was the King Jin of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the current ruler of the Northern Jin Dynasty.

Shuo Yu stood up and walked beside him, who was slightly shorter than Zhong Li.

Shuoyu smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I wanted to invite you to the Northern Jin Dynasty, but it was a bit difficult. I offended you a lot along the way. Please forgive me."

Zhong Li looked at him expressionlessly: "The next commoner, I don't know what honor it is to be sent to the Northern Jin Palace, and please ask the King of Jin to give a reason."

He chuckled and said, "It seems that I'm still negligent, please sit down."

Zhong Li was silent.

Shuoyu sighed, sat back on the sandalwood chair, and said, "Although the Northern Jin Dynasty was peaceful on the surface, it was secretly a power dispute. More than 20 years ago, there was a power struggle. "

After all, he looked at Zhong Li.

Zhong Lidao: "One year ago, it was suddenly rumored that the Northern Jin Dynasty's inner court was reorganized, and the new king of Jin declared that he was of noble blood. The symbol of the royal family of the Northern Jin Dynasty is the purple pupil."

Shuoyu froze for a moment, her pupils shrank slightly, and then she smiled: "That's true."

Zhong Li said: "I'm running around all the way. When the King of Jin comes, I will tell you the secret history of the royal family. I'm sorry I'm tired. Could you let me rest for a while?"

Shuoyu smiled slightly and said, "You don't know something, so please let me finish the sentence."

Zhong Li said, "Please speak."

Shuo Yu narrowed her eyes, and locked onto Zhong Li's eyes tightly: "The secret history of the royal family that this king wants to talk about is your life experience!"

Zhong Li's eyes widened, and then he smiled: "Why did you say that?"

Shuoyu got up suddenly and approached Zhong Li: "The war was raging all over the country, the royal family's blood flowed to the people, and the courtiers stood on the throne, but the royal family was displaced. The Jin Wang was the father of this king. He took this king to the Western Song Dynasty. And go, and this king's uncle——your father, took your family south, and has never been seen again!"

"After several times of ups and downs, this king was protected by the royal family of the Northern Jin Dynasty, and finally regained the throne. Many years ago, he searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the king's brother, until—a family in Southern Chu provided this king with information."

Shuo Yu looked into Zhong Li's eyes, paused every word, and said, "It's God's will that let me find Brother Wang."

Zhong Li avoided Shuo Yu's eyes and said, "You say I'm from the Northern Jin Dynasty, but I find it funny."

Shuo Yu sighed slightly: "Brother Wang may not believe it, but you and Uncle are carved from the same mold..."

"It's really difficult to find Brother Wang in the vast crowd. A few years ago, there was news from the dark side of Nanchu that Andu's spies found a young man who looked very similar to my uncle. When I heard about it, I immediately sent someone to find him. After some investigation, when I found out that you were brought back from Hecheng by a woman, I felt that there was hope for this matter."

Zhong Li said: "Hecheng?"

Shuoyu's eyes flashed: "Brother Wang doesn't know something. You were only four years old when you separated from us with your uncle. When you were five years old, you lived in a private household in Hecheng. After that, a distant relative of the Yan family I went to be a guest at the governor’s mansion in Hecheng, and when I came back, I met you and asked you to leave until you were ten years old, and was taken to Andu by the third lady of the governor of Hecheng. During the investigation back then, I secretly told you that my uncle was out of the palace He died in Hecheng due to illness back then, and thinking about the tragic situation that year, this king feels extremely heartbroken."

Zhong Li was silent.

Shuo Yu secretly looked at Zhong Li's face, forced a smile, and said, "I know that Brother Wang is tired, so please rest, and the King will come back tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Shuo Yu left.

Zhong Li stood where he was, thinking about something in his dark pupils.

After a while, the palace servants came in to serve him. After Zhong Li washed himself, he rested. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and recalled those nightmares that had been lingering for many years in his mind.

Blood, palaces, fire, screams, hoofbeats... and a howl of pain.

Zhong Li suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression was complicated. In fact, when he stepped into the palace, he had a vague impression that the door plaque of "Milu Pavilion" seemed to have fallen to the ground and was blackened by fire.

Slowly taking out the clothes from the underclothes, the red brocade was worn shiny, and the shiny bell was gradually rusted.

Zhong Li caressed the words engraved on the bell, as if it was a priceless treasure that could give this person a little warmth on a cold winter night in a foreign country.

The next day, Shuo Yu came.

Zhong Li saw that Su Ran also followed in, holding an inexplicable utensil.

Su Ran respectfully placed the utensil engraved with intricate patterns on the table, and said, "My lord, don't forget to hurry up."

Shuo Yu nodded.

Su Ran resigned, and the door was tightly closed.

Shuoyu began to unbutton her clothes, took off her coat, and then unbuttoned her inner garment, revealing a large and strong chest.

Zhong Li frowned in disgust, and said, "What are you doing?"

Shuoyu continued to unbutton her clothes, and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, forgive me, I'm really in a hurry."

Zhong Li: "...What exactly are you going to do?"

Shuoyu threw away the belt, and the snow-white robe fell down, revealing his slender body, the most eye-catching thing was the tattoo on his back.

"Brother Wang, this is the totem of the royal family."

"I can't tell what it is."

"It's a wolf."

Shuo Yu clapped his hands, and Su Ran immediately pushed the door open and came in: "My lord, the outside is ready."

Zhong Li watched as Su Ran skillfully put a silver dagger on the fire to heat it up, and then quickly slashed the tattoo on Shuo Yu's back, and then, bright red blood oozed out.

Su Ran said coldly: "Wang, I still have two knives."

"Go on……"

Shuo Yu's voice seemed to be in extreme pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Su Ran quickly made another two cuts, and the bright red blood was collected into the vessel. Su Ran supported Shuo Yu and put on a coat for him.

Shuo Yu kowtowed respectfully to the vessel and offered incense in front of the vessel.

Zhong Li said, "What do you want to do?"

Shuoyu said: "This is the eye-opening ceremony of the past dynasties. All the people of the real royal family in the Northern Jin Dynasty will become purple pupils after this ceremony."

He took out a jade-colored vial from his arms, and poured the blood in the vessel into it.

Shuoyu smiled slightly and said, "Brother Wang, if you want to know if you are from the Northern Jin royal family, you will know after this ceremony that people of non-royal blood in the past dynasties were all identified because of this."

Zhong Li was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

According to what Shuoyu said, Zhong Li kowtowed to the vessel and offered incense.

Suddenly there was a rapid drumbeat outside.

Su Ran said eagerly: "My lord, the time is coming soon."

Shuo Yu nodded, causing Zhong Li to open his eyes wide.

"Dong" drum sounded - Shuo Yu's pale face appeared in sight.

"Boom" sounded again.

A pair of hands appeared in the eyelids.

"Boom"

The jade-colored vial slowly opened.

Bright red blood flowed out.

"Boom!—" There was a deafening drumbeat.

"Ah!—" There was a piercing roar.

A dark, infinite abyss.

"Treason!"

"Someone! Somebody!"

In the firelight, the night was distorted.

The hissing sound continued throughout the night, and the bright red blood spilled wantonly stained the carved jade bridge in the past.

When the swords met, they were caught off guard, and half of the palace fell into the chaos of war.

"Quick—run away—!"

"There is chaos in Xiucheng! Flee outside the city!"

Milu Pavilion was in a mess, and an elegantly dressed woman stood at the door and looked at the sky. Just now, she refused to flee with her husband.

"A concubine is a burden, my husband will take Shuo back."

Silky black hair fell to her waist, and a line of clear tears flowed down her smooth cheeks.

"Ding"

The silver hairpin fell to the ground, and Yi Ren passed away.

The moon in the sky still glowed with a faint silver light.

The sound of horseshoes is especially harsh in the night.

"Brother Wang, we're catching up! Run away separately!"

"Take care, take care of Shuoyu! You take Shuoyu to the Western Song Dynasty, where your sister Wang is."

"What about you, Brother Wang?"

"I'll bring Shuo back to the south!"

"Brother Wang, you must live!"

"Take care of yourself!"

The soldiers were divided into two groups, one went to the Western Song Dynasty, and the other went south to the Southern Chu.

"You are still young, when will you grow up?"

"Ahem, son, don't forget your life, go back to the Northern Jin Dynasty."

"The eyes are like when I was a child, black and bright."

"My illness is getting worse, son, don't cry, you have to remember what your father said, remember..."

The handsome man lay dying on the thin quilt, his face was pale, his body was covered with scars, and his eyes gradually became blurred: "Suohui... don't forget... don't... forget..."