Peerless luthier

As night falls, black silence covers the distance, and endless, unspeakable misery is released in this vast night sky. Different places and different people, like silk threads, float in the distant time and space, but they are gone. intersection.Copy URL access% time to make the past unrecognizable, and make the former close people disappear in the vast crowd.

The dusty past is like a kite with a broken thread, flying farther and farther, and finally invisible.

In the palace of Danchu in the Western Song Dynasty, a solitary lamp is graceful in a luxurious room, and the vague warmth shines on a cold and proud face with handsome features, and the totem of the Northern Jin Dynasty is embroidered on the robe.

He looked sideways out of the window, his dark purple pupils were slightly dilated, as if something in the night was pulling him, he was in a trance, the lights were falling, time passed, and everything in the house was still.

Thousands of miles away, another person was in Andu in Southern Chu. The street lights in the Zhong Mansion were all extinguished at this time, and a somewhat thin figure stood on the attic. sunroof.

Zhong Yi looked up at the black night sky, there were stars shining faintly, and when the evening wind blew, his long hair fluttered a few strands with the wind, and his plain blue clothes fluttered. Seen from the back, it was an extremely beautiful scene. Like a banished fairy.

It was dawn, and Soato was forced to get up.

He sat on the big golden chair, yawned tiredly, stared at Shuo Hui with his bulging eyes, and looked at Shuohui with a funny expression, as if he wanted to understand something from the expression of the person in front of him.

Shuo Hui had no expression on his face, and looked at the copy that Suoatu handed over with some coldness.

Shuo Hui raised his head, pushed it to Suoatu, and said in a cold voice: "We have come from afar, stayed here for nearly a month, negotiated for so long, but have not received a satisfactory answer, then, what is stated in this document Is it the sincerity of the Western Song Dynasty?"

Soato rubbed his eyes, he felt exhausted from the indulgence and lust last night, and it was difficult to concentrate.He didn't finish reading the copy that Shuo Hui pointed at.

"Well, take a look..." Suoatu held the copy with his thick fingers, with a somewhat irritable expression on his face.

Shuo Hui thought, this copywriting must have been written by Shan Gou.

"Wow—"

The door of the chamber was pushed open.

Shuo Hui sat opposite the door, so he could see who was coming at a glance.

Suoatu was dissatisfied: "Why are you here?"

Shan Gou was wearing a dark black dress, with a cloud pattern of the Western Song Dynasty embroidered on his left arm, two white ones, as if attending a funeral.His hair was tied up meticulously, his high eyebrows were revealed, and his lips were tightly pursed.

He got down on one knee and saluted.

Shuohui and his party also stood up, and after they saluted and sat down, they spoke only in a hoarse voice than before: "Father, this time, can you allow me to participate in this matter?"

Suoatu glared, and said: "Go back, you don't need to come forward for these things, this king will take care of it."

Shan Gou remained motionless, still kneeling on the ground. : "Father, please agree to my son's request."

The two were at a stalemate, Shuo Hui leisurely drank the green tea, the fragrance was overflowing, and he was content.

In the end, Suoatu, who was already depressed, was quickly defeated by Shan Gou, and he compromised: "Okay!"

A large golden chair was brought in, and Shan Gou sat on Soatu's left hand side.

Shuo recalled that the Western Song Dynasty was different from the prince system of the Northern Jin Dynasty. Once the king allowed one of his princes to participate in political affairs at the same time as him, especially in the presence of foreign ministers, it meant that the prince had obtained the king's favor. favor.

In other words, the assurance of succession has been greatly increased.

Therefore, this example simply became a kind of ambiguous meaning-the most valued and favored prince next to the king was the next king.

Come to think of it, this Suoatu himself knew that he was old and useless.

Shuo Hui cheered up, it's funny to say, last night he looked out of the window for an entire hour, and when he came to his senses, he laughed at himself that he was in a daze.

Shan Gou looked at the copy carefully, and said with a smile, "I don't know what the prince is not satisfied with?"

Shuohui said: "From the Western Song Dynasty, attack the route of Southern Chu." Shuohui emphasized: "This is what I insist on."

Shan Gou was thoughtful, Shuo Hui looked at him, and smiled with a meaningful smile.

Shan Gou gave Shuo Hui a look, Shuo Hui understood, neither of them entangled with this issue, and discussed some details, such as designation, troop equipment, and base supply.

Soato yawned, watching the two men chatting energetically, drawing pictures and writing with tears in their eyes, looking very serious, Soato grinned: two handsome men, yawned again—— Well, the king is a little sleepy.

Soa Tu listened to the two chatting quickly.

Shuohui said: "Western Song Dynasty did not provide supplies, so why is there any criticism of the Northern Jin Dynasty delivering supplies by itself?" The ministers of the Northern Jin Dynasty have already started preparations."

Shan Gou looked at Shuo Hui, dissatisfaction appeared in his light brown eyes.

Shuo Hui looked at him and said softly, "Sorry, I won't let you pay anything for this."

"You..." Shan Gou didn't intend to give in again, but he was interrupted by a snoring sound.

"Hoo... hoo..." The snoring sounded like thunder.

Shan Gou turned his head and found that Suoatu was propping his head up and fell asleep in an extremely concealed sleeping position, Shan Gou's face turned blue: "..."

Shuohui was also taken aback, looking at Suoatu's lowered head.

The ministers of the Northern Jin Dynasty: "..."

After they reacted, they looked at Shuohui's eyes, and immediately showed an angry look filled with righteous indignation.

Shan Gou hurriedly got up, and apologized to the ministers gloomyly: "I'm sorry." He stretched out his hand and pushed Suoatu hard.

"Ugh—why!" Suoatu was dissatisfied, and shouted: "Disturb the king's rest..." After he saw Shan Gou's livid face, it was completely different from Shuo Hui's expression of watching the show, and the ministers of the two parties He finally knew how he behaved—he had something to do with himself.

"I dare to ask you, were you listening when Prince Shuohui spoke just now?"

"I really feel angry! Do you respect our prince! Or, you don't take our Northern Jin Dynasty seriously at all!"

"..." For the first time in so many years, Suoatu was contradicted by such a savage foreign envoy, his face was blushing, but he also knew that he was ignorant, so his momentum weakened, and he said: "It's my king. excuse me."

Shan Gou made a gesture, and Shuo nodded his head, signaling all the officials to stop.

Shan Gou supported Suoatu, and said in a low voice: "Father, you go back to rest first, and leave these matters to my son, who will definitely not let you down."

Perhaps it was the "rest" in his sentence that touched Soato. He felt that he had lost face in front of those glib ministers, so he just walked down the steps and nodded: "Okay."

Angrily looking at the group of people who seemed to be saluting, he shook his sleeves and left.

As soon as Suoatu left, Shuohui ordered the ministers to retreat.

There were only two people left in the chamber.

Sitting on the golden chair, Shan Gou lowered his eyes.

Shuo Hui sat in front of him, and said in a familiar tone, "Why don't you sit there?"

Shan Gou raised his head, followed Shuohui's gaze, the one he said was the one Suoatu was sitting on just now.

Shan Gou's eyes were fixed, and then he said with a smile: "Now, it's not the time yet."

Shuo Hui nodded: "Prince Shan must know it well, so I won't say much. Maybe we can talk about the war?"

Shan Gou relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair, his eyes fixed, and said: "No, what I propose now is that we might as well have a frank and open talk—if I meet your requirements, what is the advantage of me? What."

Shuo Hui smiled and said, "The throne, how about the funding from the Northern Jin Dynasty?"

Shan Gou shook his index finger and said, "The throne is within reach of my palace; as for the support from the Northern Jin Dynasty, hehe, where is the scope?"

The old god Shuo Hui was there, and said: "The scope naturally covers all aspects. The support that the new king needs to take over is not something that ordinary people can afford." He looked at the body and smiled: "If you don't believe me , then everything is free from discussion.”

Shuo Hui continued: "As for the throne... I think the prince may still need someone else to take his life."

Shan Gou sneered: "These, Bengong's subordinates are manpower, this is not a bargaining chip."

Shuo Hui said: "Oh? But, in the eyes of this king, the prince has hesitated for too long and is indecisive, so he will not have the courage to achieve great things."

Shan Gou said: "Continue talking."

Shuo Hui smiled, and said: "Being infamous is not a good thing. I am confident that I can make this matter watertight and keep you clean. What's more, the copy has already said that after the war The acquired land of Southern Chu was divided equally between the two countries, but now it has been divided into four or six, how about that?"

Shuo Hui directly picked up the red pen and began to revise it.

After a while, Shan Gou took it and read it carefully.

He knocked on the table, as if he was thinking, and finally raised his eyes to meet Shuo Hui, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Shuo Hui smiled and said, "Deal."

Shan Gou raised his head and said, "However, you should be clear that your demands are too much, and I won't allow you to break ground at your feet and compromise with each other, how about it."

Shuo Hui thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, the original stronghold will be withdrawn after the war, but the route to attack the Western Song Dynasty will remain the same."

Shan Gou finally showed a smile, and joked: "When the time comes, will I be busy eradicating the Northern Jin Dynasty?"

Shuo Hui laughed: "That's what makes it interesting."

Shan Gou nodded.

Shuo Hui personally picked up the red seals and handed them to him. Shan Gou stretched out his thumbs and dipped them in the red mud, pressed down on the copy one by one, and signed them.

After Shuo Hui finished the inspection, he stretched out his slender hand and looked at Shan Gou.

Shan Gou raised his head, looked at Shuohui's dark purple pupils, then curved his mouth and smiled.

The two hands are clasped, just like two powerful dynasties, at this moment they are perfectly matched.

The author has something to say: There is another reader (continuing from yesterday), PS: There is going to be a war, are you all mentally prepared?

I love Tingting! (It is up to you to open the third volume [[-]. Troubled Times] O(∩_∩)O)