Peerless luthier

Yan Hui looked at Old Steward Liu with a smile. She had been observing secretly for a while, and recently Han's spirit had been bad, and she seemed to have something on her mind.

Until yesterday afternoon, when she saw Zhong Han open the letter again, her face became gloomy again, and she guessed that it might be the reason for the letter.

Secondly, recently the messengers from the mansion came almost every day, Yan Hui couldn't figure it out, who was the letter so closely connected with?

Suddenly a thought popped up in my heart: Could it be...

Old Butler Liu has been using the same big white envelope to hide things in it, and he can't tell where it came from.

Yan Hui didn't like to check on Zhong Han's body, if he didn't want Yan Hui to see it, Yan Hui would never touch it.

However, if it's what she thinks in her heart, she can't tolerate that high-ranking Prince Han who doesn't enjoy the glory and wealth, but interferes or even disrupts their peaceful life.

Last night, no, the night before yesterday was also the same, every time in the middle of the night, Han would sigh deeply, Yan Hui was worried that maybe there was something bothering him all the time.

That's why Yan Hui stopped Old Butler Liu.

Old Butler Liu showed a very embarrassed expression: "Madam, I have to deliver a letter to the master."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "I'll send the letter, you can go back."

Old Butler Liu put his hands behind his back and shook his head: "This is not allowed, the master told me."

Yan Hui's heart sank, her face was a little ugly: "How important is it? You didn't tell me in the letter?" After saying that, she had a sad look on her face, and she was about to cry.

Old Butler Liu didn't know what to do.

After hesitating again and again, I remembered Zhong Han's advice: "Old Liu, don't let your wife see it. To be honest, this is a bad disaster. My wife is not in good health recently. If she knows, she must be sad, so, Please be sure to send the letter directly to my study, remember it!"

The old butler Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Madam offended." He ignored Yan Hui and went straight to Zhong Han's study.

Yan Hui was startled, but the old butler Liu had disappeared.

The old housekeeper Liu came to Zhong Han's study panting, at this time Zhong Han was sitting in front of the window in a daze.Seeing him coming, he hurriedly said, "What's the matter?"

Old Butler Liu panted, and said, "Just now... Mrs. Cai stopped me just now and wanted to read this letter..."

Zhong Han was shocked: "Then you showed her?"

Old Butler Liu shook his head: "I don't think so, but... But I think you are hiding it from her deliberately, and I feel sad."

Zhong Han sighed: "I am helpless too... Forget it, I will trouble you."

Old Steward Liu said: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." He took out a big envelope from his sleeve, handed it to Zhong Han, and withdrew himself.

Zhong Han looked around, saw no one was there, and quickly opened it.

The letter stated succinctly: "There is definite news. I will tell you to the mansion tonight in person."

Zhong Han read it over and over several times, but there were no other fonts.

He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing else he could do.

At night, under the stars, Zhong Han and Yan Hui had dinner in the courtyard.

Yan Hui gave Zhong Han the dishes: "What have you been up to lately, I always feel that you are a bit tired."

Zhong Han shook his head and smiled slightly: "No, I'm just thinking about a piano score that was lost in the past."

Yan Hui nodded slightly, feeling a little lonely in her heart, forced a smile, and mentioned it as if unintentionally: "Recently, there have been a lot of letters from the house..." After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhong Han.

Zhong Han said with a smile: "Recently, in order to repair the piano score, I asked old friends from all over the place for some materials. They repeatedly told me that it was a life-long painstaking effort, and that no one else should know... So, I kept it a little secret."

After hearing this, Yan Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Then I have to thank you very much."

Zhong Han said: "Of course, they also said that they will come to Andu for a visit soon, and we will naturally be busy then."

Yan Hui smiled and said: "Okay, I will definitely treat them well then, by the way, why don't you go to Yundi to see Brother Zou Ru again this summer, how about it?"

Zhong Han said, "Let's go if you want."

After dinner, without letting the maids intervene, Zhong Han helped Yan Hui clean up the dishes, Yan Hui felt a lot better, thinking: maybe she has been sick for a long time, and she is a little paranoid.

At this time the night was no longer cold, Yan Hui put on a tulle dress, snuggled into Zhong Han's arms and looked at the sky full of stars.

Yan Hui said: "With so many stars, tomorrow will be sunny."

Zhong Han smiled slightly: "Yes."

Zhong Han's laughter was clear and clear, Yan Hui listened with a sweet smile on her lips.

The two whispered a few words, Yan Hui felt a little tired, she said: "I'm a little sleepy."

Zhong Han helped her into the room: "It's getting cold, why don't you rest first."

Yan Hui said, "What about you?"

Zhong Han paused: "I'm going to the study, you go to bed first."

Yan Hui didn't become suspicious, she nodded understandingly: "Okay, don't stay up too late at night."

The two returned to the bedroom. Zhong Han watched Yan Hui loose her long hair, winding it around her waist in a seductive way. She leaned against the head of the bed in a lavender underwear and looked at him with a smile. The candlelight softly enveloped a hazy With a gentle smile, she softly said: "Go, I'll sleep in a while."

Zhong Han felt inexplicable pain in his heart, bowed his head and said, "Okay."

It was not very late at this time, and when we went out, there were people coming and going on the street, they all had dinner, and the whole family went out to digest food.

He stood at the door of his house, thinking whether to walk there by himself or find a small car.

Perhaps Prince Han was thoughtful, a carriage had already parked not far from Zhongfu, and the carriage wrapped in dark purple satin rolled over.

A man who looked like a guard sat in the front seat, got off his horse expressionlessly, showed his "Han" badge, and invited Zhong Han to get on the car.

Zhong Han nodded slightly. The moment he stepped into the carriage, he felt a slight pain in his heart and hesitated. He looked back and saw the slightly closed vermilion door behind him.

The guard urged: "Also ask the carillonist to get in the car quickly."

Zhong Han withdrew his gaze, raised his hem, and got into the carriage of the Han family.

The carriage was driving fast, but very stable. The cold fragrance of Han Yi's body permeated the carriage, vaguely covering the thin figure sitting on the carriage.

The stars in the sky are shining, and there are two particularly shining stars connected together, which seems to be a pair of lovers getting together.

Zhong Han got out of the carriage and was "locked" by the four guards, surrounded by them and walked in.

The layout of King Han's Mansion is low-key and luxurious. The more it leads to the courtyard where the owner lives, the more exquisite it is. Zhong Han spent a lot of time in King Han's Mansion when he was young. Although he hasn't been here for nearly ten years, he is still familiar with him.

For example, the grape trellis over there, or the flower bed in the courtyard. I used to like to play the piano in these two places.

Walking along these places all the way, some emotion and melancholy emerged in Zhong Han's heart. Time passed in a blink of an eye, and he was no longer that young boy.

There are three white jade stone arch bridges connecting the front courtyard and the ** courtyard. Zhong Han walked along the arch bridges and arrived at the ** courtyard, where there are large peach wood tables filled with exquisite dishes.

Sitting above him was a man holding a glass of wine, with a pair of long and narrow eyes half open, leaning lazily on the back of the high chair, looking indifferently at Zhong Han who was not far away.

The two faced each other, one was gentle and elegant, the other was dignified and elegant.

Han Yi said, "You're here."

Zhong Han looked at the dishes on the table: "...are you waiting for me to eat?"

Han Yi pulled his lips and smiled: "Yes, don't you want to show off?"

Zhong Han was a little awkward, and walked down from the arch bridge.

Han Yi's gaze was fixed on Zhong Han like a scorching fire, and he raised his glass to drink.

The two sat opposite each other, Han Yi didn't say anything, just drank wine.

The situation at this time was somewhat similar. More than ten years ago, after the old King Han died of illness, Zhong Han asked to resign. Han Yi, who had just inherited the title at that time, set up dinner here, waiting for Zhong Han who would return for the last time from his new home.

Both of them have something on their minds, maybe about the past, or maybe about the present.

Zhong Han, who had had dinner before, didn't have much appetite, so he just ate some casually, but unexpectedly found that he had the right appetite. After a closer look, it was the dish he liked to eat in Hanwangfu.

Not knowing what it was like, Zhong Han put down his chopsticks.

Han Yi stopped his glass and said, "Why don't you eat it?"

Zhong Han shook his head slightly; "Not hungry."

Han Yi smiled lightly: "I remember back then, you responded to me like this."

Zhong Han: "..."

Han Yi put down his wine glass: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, you have a lovely wife and son, my king... Now I also have a wife, concubine and children."

Zhong Han didn't want to hear these words, and said, "You didn't come to me to reminisce about the old days, did you?"

Han Yi smiled helplessly: "Good boy, wait until I finish."

Zhong Han turned his head unnaturally.

Han Yi smiled lightly, and said, "Since you don't want to listen, I won't talk about it, so let's get straight to the point."

Only then did Zhong Han turn to look at him: "You said Zhong Li has news? Where is he?"

Han Yi said: "Now, probably not in the territory of Southern Chu."

Zhong Han was stunned: "You mean, he's not here..."

Han Yi took out a few pieces of paper from the paper bag beside the table and handed them to Zhong Han, saying, "This is the news from Fancheng. Someone once witnessed Zhong Li mixing with a group of Northern Jin people. According to the news, these people once left the border and left in the direction of the Northern Jin Dynasty."

Zhong Han seemed to be dreaming, rushed over to take it, and looked at it carefully.

Seeing his face turning pale, Han Yi blurted out comforting words: "Don't worry too much, it's not easy to investigate in the Northern Jin Dynasty now, but there should be news soon."

Zhong Han put down the paper and said, "That kid Zhong Li... did he have an enmity with someone, or did he run around on his own? How come, why did he go to the Northern Jin Dynasty?!"

Han Yi stopped talking, lowered his head and swung his wine glass, drinking his own wine in silence.

Zhong Han felt a sense of loss in his heart, standing where he was, with a lot of twists and turns in his heart.