Peerless luthier

In 413 AD, the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Western Song Dynasty established an alliance, and after the Southern Chu and Dongdan, the situation of confrontation was formally formed.Copy website access% The two parties announced the "Jin-Song Friendship Edict" and began to establish diplomatic relations. The two parties have frequent trade exchanges, population flow, cultural integration, and open borders.

Jin Jinggong (Shuoyu) of the Northern Jin Dynasty held talks with Prince Shangou of the Western Song Dynasty in Jin'an (the capital of the Northern Jin Dynasty), and expressed their approval of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two parties.

In the same year, Prince Shuohui of the Northern Jin Dynasty received the conferring ceremony and was officially granted the throne of the fiefdom, titled Jinbo King, while retaining his military rank and promoted to General Wolf Warrior.

In the spring of 414 A.D., when the ice and snow had just melted, a large number of elite troops from the Northern Jin Dynasty entered the territory of the Western Song Dynasty, causing panic among the local residents. After the mediation by the government, the disturbance subsided.

Afterwards, supplies were delivered one after another, and there was no shortage. The people of the Western Song Dynasty were aware that the world would change, and they moved to remote places one after another.

The news spread from the Western Song Dynasty to Southern Chu one after another. The people in Southern Chu were unstable, and there were even two riots, which were quickly quelled by the local government.

In order to appease the hearts of the people, Kanyuan Pavilion held a large-scale military exercise, and at the same time doubled the military strength on the border.As early as last year, Xi Gong secretly sent spies and Li Ying into the Western Song Dynasty.

At this time, some people still returned, with news that they had exchanged their lives.

Inside the deep palace, a pair of hands opened the blood-stained map.

It is densely marked with Western Song characters, among which, the main military towns in the west of Nanchu are marked with bright red.

Translated, it means-to die to win.

Qu Cang was sullen, dictating the strategy, while Wang He lowered his head, writing rapidly with his slender fingers holding the brush.

In summer, the storm gradually calms down, the situation settles down a bit, and the surface is peaceful.

In the early morning, the sun rose, and the dazzling golden light emerged from behind the clouds. At this time, Jinhe Garden was busy.If you look carefully, you can see people coming and going, and there are many horse-drawn carriages passing through it with difficulty, and the master in Jinheyuan takes out his badge from time to time to order something.

It turned out that today was the day Jin Heyuan Wusheng left school.The imperial court issued an order to gather all the martial arts students of the military academy and head to the important town in the north and west.

Most of the Kanyuan Pavilion is arranged in the west.

At present, Jinheyuan only selects excellent martial arts students, and they are divided into four or six points, six points all the way to the north, and four points all the way to the west.The consuls of the academy insisted on sending out only outstanding martial arts students, and most of the rest of the martial arts students were still trained in Jinheyuan.

The officials of Jinhe City disagreed at first, but they agreed later, and the order was that the rest of the qualified samurai must be sent out at the end of autumn.

Standing in the room, Fu Sanyi's always flamboyant and smiling face was slightly disappointed at this moment, watching Yin Zizhong put on a strong suit, tightened his cuffs, and packed the weapons on the knife holder one by one.

Yin Zi turned his head back, his eyes seemed to be looking for something on the ground, and then he dragged out the box, and beside him stood a stone-like person, who was silently mourning motionless.

Yin Zizhong sighed, afraid of the dust on his hands and stood up.

Fu Sanyi immediately raised his head, looking at him with very sad eyes.

Yin Zizhong: "..."

After all, he still couldn't help it, Yin Zizhong laughed "puchi" and said, "Why do you have to look like a resentful woman?"

Fu Sanyi pulled the corner of Yin Zizhong's clothes and sniffed: "Xiao Zhong, do you really want to leave?"

Yin Zizhong rubbed his goosebumps and looked at him helplessly: "You already knew that."

Fu Sanyi muttered: "Why did the martial arts students leave before us scholars?"

Yin Zi patted him on the shoulder again, and said seriously: "Since you choose to stay in school, you should study hard, and you will be a court official after you come out."

Fu Sanyi covered his face, frowned, and said in a low voice: "The young master is leaving at the end of autumn this year, how will I live?"

Yin Zizhong paused as he packed his luggage: "Speaking of which, can he make it back there?"

Zhong Yi was ordered to participate in the luthier competition half a month ago, and sent a letter back a few days ago, saying that she must come back to see Yin Zizhong go.

Fu Sanyi sat on the chair and said: "It should be fine, his temper, if he says he wants to come back, he will definitely come back even if he crawls and rolls."

Yin Zi laughed again, revealing a handsome smile.

Fu Sanyi looked at Yin Zizhong's smile, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "You look a little like your brother. By the way, according to the regulations of Kanyuan Pavilion, your brother has already been assigned an official position, right?"

Yin Zizhong straightened his clothes and said, "How did you know? Indeed, he has already gone to Yundi, and I filled in the form, which is also Yundi."

Fu Sanyi enviously said: "Then you are going home?"

Yin Zizhong said: "Well, you can also say that." He smiled again: "It's a good feeling to take care of the nursing home in my hometown." After speaking, he lowered his head and tidied up.

Fu Sanyi did not make a sound. At this time, everyone in Southern Chu knew that the border would no longer be peaceful.

He watched Yin Zizhong clumsily arranging those small things with his big hands, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he raised his forehead and said, "Let me do it."

Yin Zizhong immediately stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you, brother."

Fu Sanyi squatted down, turned his back on his back, and said, "No thanks." The corners of Fu Sanyi's lips moved slightly, and he said softly, "...brother."

Under the sun, the road was scorching hot, the carriage was stuck in the crowd, and some people began to complain.

"Little brother, you can't get in here... Can you stop here?" The driver of the carriage looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Zhong Yi paid the money and smiled: "Thank you very much."

He quickly jumped out of the carriage. It was almost noon at this time, and the large carriages of the academy were lined up one by one. It seemed that the martial arts students were about to get on the carriage and leave.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled, only to see a figure in blue color galloping past, and the long sleeves of the luthier's robe fluttered.

"Roll, wheel—" Several large carriages were already driving towards the north gate.

Zhong Yi's eyes widened, looking at the logo on it.

"That's not right... Lao Yin said the place is Yundi, these are not there, they should not have left yet!" There seemed to be a scalding heat pouring down from his heart, the scorching sun shone on his face, and his forehead was covered with sweat after a while.

The bustling crowd was noisy and noisy, crowded, and filled with an unpleasant smell of sweat.

"Excuse me."

"Sorry, let it go."

"Excuse me, please let me pass."

Repeated words along the way, still met with blank stares. "It's such a hot day, it's crowded, why are you in a hurry!"

"Really, why did the luthier come here to join in the fun?"

Zhong Yi didn't pay any attention, the sunlight made him unable to open his eyes.

"Huh? Isn't this Zhong Yi?"

"Zhong Yi? Who is Zhong Yi?"

"That's the luthier, he's very good."

People looked at the anxious young man, and a sharp voice said, "He's the one who's skinny?"

"Don't underestimate others."

"Cut, little boy."

In the scorching weather, people tend to get irritable and angry. At this moment, they were discussing a lot, watching Zhong Yi desperately struggling in the crowd, and they didn't know where he was going.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Yin Zizhong was carrying a large box with both hands and a long sword hanging from his waist.His strong attire made him tall and mighty, his eyes were searching in the sea of ​​people, and his sword eyebrows were wrinkled in concern.

Fu Sanyi was standing next to him, but when a few guards from Wulou came, they drove away all irrelevant people and pulled up the curtain.

Fu Sanyi shouted through the curtain: "Old Yin, I am here!"

Yin Zizhong turned his head, saw Fu Sanyi, and nodded.

Both are waiting for their last friend.

Five large carriages came, each of which had twelve tall horses standing majesticly in front of it, and one of them could accommodate ten people.

Most of the martial arts students are wearing simple luggage, maybe they are teaching and training on weekdays, most of them are not very talkative, and the team is fairly quiet.

Standing at the end of the line, Yin Zizhong was looking for Zhong Yi's figure, absently listening to the loud announcement of the master next to him.

The crowd became agitated.

The first big carriage left, and the curtains were all lifted, revealing the faces of young Kong Wu. People cheered, as if they were doing a final farewell.

Zhong Yi stumbled through the crowd, staring at the writing on the carriage with wide eyes: "West Line—Hucuo."

The road map I had seen before appeared in my mind - Hucuo, Shanheng, Shunda, Shentong, Yundi, then, there is still time!

The second large carriage drove out of the square, and as expected, the writing was kind.

Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to walk through the crowd, unable to breathe steadily. Zhong Yi felt that the scorching sun above his head was a bit poisonous.

Then, the third one.

The crowd started to commotion again, someone followed the carriage and moved its position, Zhong Yi had sharp eyes and nimbly slipped past.

I have already seen the flying eagle flag of Nanchu on the square.

Lao Yin, wait for me, wait for me.

He breathed desperately, everything in the air was dry and dusty.

Yin Zizhong looked at the crowd and clenched his hands tightly.

In the fourth carriage, the team around Yin Zizhong was empty.

"Roll, wheel -" the carriage came, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and people began to cheer again.

This is the fourth one!It was as if a drum was beating violently "bang bang bang" in Zhong Yi's heart, and his eyes turned black.

no no……

The door of the fifth carriage opened.

"Get ready for the carriage! Be quick later!"

A tall and thick man with a whistle, thick eyebrows and big eyes, stood in front of the team and looked at them.

"Yes!" A neat voice sounded.

Fu Sanyi seemed to have noticed that Yin Zi was about to get into the carriage, and he was so anxious that he said silently: Come on, come on, if you don't come, it will be too late!

"Get in the car!" The man blew his whistle.

The sharp whistle is an order, collective preparation.

Yin Zizhong stood up straight, couldn't help turning his head, and looked in that direction with his deep eyes for the last time.

Fu Sanyi yelled behind the curtain: "Old Yin! Take care!"

Yin Zizhong heard it, and also saw Fu Sanyi who was blushing under the sun.

Yin Zi stepped forward and got into the carriage.

The fifth carriage drove to Yundi.

"The last one!"

"Take care of yourself!"

It seemed that because it was the last car, the crowd became noisy and became more crowded.

"No!" Zhong Yi, who was about to reach the square, saw the carriage and shouted loudly, "Old Yin! I'm here! I'm here!"

He roared until his throat was bloodshot, and there was a sweet smell between his lips and teeth: "Old Yin! Yin Zizhong! Yin Zizhong!" Zhong Yi turned his head and ran in the direction of the carriage, "Yin Zizhong! Yin Zizhong!"

However, his voice was too low and was lost in the crowd.

The faces in the carriage passed by, but he didn't see Yin Zizhong.

The sky was full of dust, and there was a din of voices.

The speed of the carriage was very fast, and the twelve tall horses were striding forward with vigorous limbs, and the carriage disappeared in an instant.