Peerless luthier

The one Fu Wu visited was his brother who once fought side by side. He was dismissed because of eye disease, and now he walks in this barracks again. He only feels that life is short. .

There will always be fresh blood from the country in the barracks, and these young people, who may be a little immature, will grow into solid soldiers here.

Zhong Yi discussed with the Yin family brothers and Beard at the gate of Kan Yuan Pavilion, and decided to tell Zhong Han and Yan Hui the news.

The bearded man sighed and said, "This kind of important matter needs to be clearly explained to the family members. Let's mobilize people to look around as soon as possible."

Yin Zizhong said: "Send the letter back first. You should go back to Jinhe City with me. This summer, in August, you will be taking the imperial luthier exam. You have been preparing for so long, so don't get confused."

Yin Ziqing said: "That's right. If you run around and don't have any big clues, why don't you wait for Instructor Fan to have any news."

Zhong Yi raised her eyes: "Instructor Fan...will he help me?"

Yin Ziqing smiled slightly. He was much taller than Zhong Yi. He put his arm around Zhong Yi's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Instructor Fan keeps his word. Besides, he has always valued Zhong Li. Once he promises to help you, he will naturally not break his promise."

Zhong Yi was silent, nodded: "I see."

At the end of March, Zhong Yi revises and revises, and sends a letter back to Andu Zhongfu after deliberating for a long time.

At this time, Andu in the south is already full of spring, with green grass, colorful flowers blooming in the sky field, all academies have begun to enter the stage of opening, and the streets are full of vibrant faces.

The spring rain moistens the delicate and peaceful Andu. The garden in Zhongfu is full of magnolias, and the peach blossoms are also wearing dewdrops, as if they are about to bloom a shy face.

"Dengdengdeng——" The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and a letter was sent to Zhongfu.

The servant presented it to Old Butler Liu, who was drinking hot tea. When he saw the signature, he got up and walked towards Zhong Han's study with a smile.

"Master, there is a letter from the young master."

Zhong Han paused his hand playing the piano, opened his clean eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "This child, maybe he is homesick again."

Old housekeeper Liu smiled and handed the letter to Zhong Han: "Do you want to send it to Madam later?"

Zhong Han nodded and opened the envelope: "Well, Hui'er is in Xiulou, please send it to me." Zhong Han's hands are well maintained, his fingers are slender and clean, and his nails are neatly manicured.

Unfolding the letter paper, Zhong Han's lips curled up into a smile, and Old Butler Liu stood aside respectfully.

Suddenly, Zhong Han turned pale with shock, and shouted: "What?!"

Ten lines at a glance, Zhong Han's expression was disbelieving, a thin piece of letter paper was wrinkled by the hands that were used to playing the guqin.

Old Butler Liu was shocked: "Master, what's wrong?"

Zhong Han put down the letter slowly, his hands were trembling, he tried to calm his heartbeat, and said: "Old Housekeeper Liu, don't let Madam see this letter."

Old Butler Liu was frightened by Zhong Han's ugly face, and worried: "Master, this letter?"

Zhong Han looked at Lao Liu's concerned face and sighed.

At this time, the door of the study opened gently. Yan Hui was smiling, combing her hair in an elegant bun, with fragrant violets stuck in her temples, and a well-tailored lavender moon dress, moving lightly in lotus steps. , said: "Xiaoyi sent a letter back?"

Zhong Han's face changed suddenly, and then he stood up with a gentle smile: "Hui'er looks really good today."

Yan Hui showed a bit of shyness, and said as if to cover up: "Don't show me Xiaoyi's letter."

Zhong Han quickly walked up to Yan Hui, put the letter behind his back into his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Who told you? It's an old friend's wedding banquet. I'm invited."

Old Butler Liu hurriedly said, "Yes, ma'am, maybe the message was wrong."

Yan Hui raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "What?"

Zhong Han hugged Yan Hui's slender waist and walked out of the study, softly said: "It's not raining today, why don't you go shopping around."

Yan Hui smiled: "That's good, I've wanted to go to Huacao Street in the north for a long time."

Seeing the backs of the couple leaving, Old Housekeeper Liu heaved a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, Han Wangfu.

After receiving the guests, Han Yi lay down on the soft wooden chair in the courtyard a little tiredly.

The precious trees sent back from Dongdan are planted in the courtyard. They are already blooming at this time, and the pink and white are intertwined, just like a brilliant dream.

Han Yi's demeanor is still the same, and with the sculpting of time, he has become more and more calm. His eyes are like a deep well, deep and sharp, and his noble temperament is natural.

The dark guard quietly came to the courtyard, knelt down on one knee, and said, "My lord, I have something important to report to you."

Han Yi opened his eyes slightly, and said lazily, "Speak."

The secret guard said: "Today, my subordinates conducted a secret investigation. The second young master of the Zhong family sent back a letter saying that the eldest young master Zhong Li disappeared. It seems that he disappeared in March last year. Now he has asked for help from an instructor from Kanyuan Pavilion and sent People are looking around."

After listening, Han Yi nodded lightly without moving his face: "How did you go last time?"

The secret guard said: "Deng Erniang has stopped adding herbs to Mrs. Zhong's meals."

Han Yi snorted coldly.

The dark guard looked up at Han Yi, and said cautiously, "About Deng Erniang, I have something to report."

Han Yi nodded.

The secret guard said: "Even though Erniang Deng didn't continue to add medicinal herbs for treatment, the subordinates found that Erniang Deng's recent food was all effective in relieving Mrs. Zhong's condition."

Han Yi opened his eyes and said with a sneer, "You dog slave, you have so much courage."

The dark guard bowed his head and remained silent.

Han Yi looked up at the petals fluttering in the wind, and said, "Let's drive her away. Besides, this king will go to Zhongfu in a few days."

The dark guard agreed and retreated.

On the second day, Zhong Han had a complicated look on his face, and he looked at a simple letter in puzzlement.

He looked up at Old Butler Liu: "Deng Erniang is leaving now?"

Old Butler Liu also had a puzzled expression on his face, and said, "I don't quite understand either."

This morning, there was no movement in the kitchen, and the little maid ran to the housekeeper and said, "Housekeeper, Deng Erniang is gone!"

Zhong Han thought about it, but still didn't understand why Deng Erniang, who had been in Zhongfu for so many years, suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving only a bowl of warm medicinal porridge, which seemed to be for Yan Hui.

No matter how you think about it, you can't figure it out.

Yan Hui sat at the wooden table and sighed slightly, said: "Maybe I don't want to do it, that's all, Deng Erniang has been with Zhongfu for so many years, and she has feelings for her... I just don't understand why she left suddenly."

Zhong Han comforted: "I guess she had planned it a long time ago. She was afraid that you would cry when the time came, and she would not let it go."

Yan Hui said: "Yes, yes."

Because of Zhong Yi's letter, Zhong Han was anxious, thinking about it, but he didn't know where to start: that child has always been mature and sensible, how could he disappear without a trace?

Although he was anxious, Zhong Han still comforted Yan Hui with good words, and promised to come back at noon to bring some flowers back.

Zhong Han changed into a blue-colored luthier robe, with his black hair simply tied up, and walked towards Yunying Academy.

Many people on the road greeted Zhong Han. Although Zhong Han was smiling, he was not happy in his heart.

After finally finishing the lecture, I planned to go to the flower market to buy some fragrant bouquets.

A gorgeously decorated carriage slowly approached and stopped on the main road.

Pedestrians were dissatisfied. When they looked up, they found a big "Han" character, shining golden in the sun, so no one expressed their opinions.

Zhong Han didn't notice anything at first, and continued picking flowers seriously until a familiar hot gaze enveloped him.

Holding a pot of orchids in his hand, he quickly turned his head to see that in the carriage not far away, Han Yi opened the curtain with his emerald ring hand and was looking at him coldly.

Zhong Han shook his hand, "Pa-ta-" the pot of orchid fell to the ground.

The peddler was not happy, and shouted loudly: "Are you picking flowers or smashing them?"

Zhong Han came back to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Offended." Without looking at it, he stuffed the coin into the vendor's hand, bowed his head and walked away quickly.

Han Yi, who was sitting in the carriage, sneered.

After a while, Zhong Han was blocked in a deserted alley.

He stood upright, looking at the luxurious carriage.

Han Yi lifted the curtain of the car, waved away the others, approached Zhong Han step by step, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Qing Zhi, long time no see."

Zhong Han calmed down and said, "It's been a long time, I don't know what the Lord Han is doing."

Han Yi laughed in a low voice, his voice was magnetic, which made Zhong Han feel a tingling sensation sweeping through his whole body.

Zhong Han took a step back without leaving a trace: "I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

Han Yi curled his lips into an evil smile, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he tightly shackled Zhong Han in his arms.

Zhong Han felt dizzy for a while, and the familiar yet unfamiliar cold fragrance lingered in his nose.Before he could break free, a soft and cold kiss covered his lips.

Zhong Han trembled all over, and began to push Han Yi away vigorously. Han Yi's eyes darkened, and he half-dragged and half-dragged him into the carriage.

Zhong Han turned pale with fright, as if recalling that unbearable memory, he said loudly, "Han Yi! Han Yi! Are you crazy!" Zhong Han's voice was trembling and weak, and in Han Yi's ears, just ridiculous.

So Han Yi laughed wantonly, looked down at Zhong Han in his arms, and said softly, "I've been crazy for a long time, I've endured it for so long, I'm already ready."

With one force, Zhong Han was directly pressed firmly under his body.

Han Yi's deep eyes fixedly looked at Zhong Han: "Your wings are hard, so you want to leave this king? Want to go to Jinhe City, hehe, dreaming!"

Zhong Han gritted his teeth and said, "Why bother! You and I have nothing to do!"

Han Yi smiled ambiguously, and moved his hands on Zhong Han intentionally or unintentionally: "Really, does skin-to-skin kiss count?"

When Zhong Han heard it, his blood surged up, and he almost fainted.

Han Yi admired Zhong Han's fair neck, and slowly moved towards it, biting on it.

Zhong Han was in pain: "You... let go! Let go!"

Han Yi ignored it, and with the other hand, he unbuttoned Zhong Han's clothes, messed up his black hair, and said with a smile, "Since I forgot, why don't I let you recall it again."

Zhong Han's eyes widened, and a dark purple ribbon covered his eyes. He felt a puff of heat in his ears. Han Yi said in a low voice, "If you want me to help you find that bastard son, how about you?" Be patient..."

Zhong Han turned his head to the side, seeing darkness in front of him.