Peerless luthier

Xixixuoso's voice sounded.

Zhong Yi opened his eyes wearily, and in a blur, he saw someone unlock the heavy lock.

A ray of light was projected from the top of his head, shining on Zhong Yi's drooping eyelashes.

Following the jailer with the knife in front, Zhong Yi moved step by step.

"Hurry up! Dally! Watch out for your head!" the jailer yelled.

Zhong Yi was still unhurried, with an indifferent expression.

The jailer didn't dare to do anything to him, so he gouged him out with fierce eyes.

One door after another, decaying in the underground cage, Zhong Yi passed by one after another of the cold cells, with white faces staring at him calmly through the messy hair, silently, as if It is the dead.

For a while, only the rattling sound of Zhongyi's anklet was heard.

He was a little numb. After walking around, he didn't feel how heavy the shackles were.

When he reached the door, the harsh sunlight fell on him.

"Put it on! You fucking stretch out your hands!" The jailer roughly grabbed Zhong Yi's hands, and with a "click", the two layers of handcuffs were tightly bound.

After living in the prison for too long, he suddenly saw the light, couldn't open his eyes, and tears flowed violently on his face.

He was brought to the square, and there were hundreds of people standing in the square, all of whom were dressed similarly to him, as if they were a gathering of prisoners.

It was noon at this time, the scorching sun was scorching, and the floor of the square was scorching hot. After experiencing the "kind treatment" in the cell, Zhong Yi was able to stand steadily without making a sound.

The horn sounded—it seemed to be a signal for assembly, and all the people who guarded them stood neatly in a line, with their heads held high and their chests held high.

There, is a high rooftop, and a tall man like a god is standing majestically on it.

Zhong Yi casually looked at the floor, counting the cracks on the floor under his feet.

There is an unintelligible language in my ear.

I suddenly missed the mouse in the prison, in fact, it was quite cute.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Zhong Yi looked up and saw that they did not know what to do there, the troops lined up one by one, it was indeed very imposing.

"go!"

A tall man in military uniform glanced at Zhong Yi and the others and drove them away.

Zhong Yi stood in the middle of the team, he felt uneasy, a little uncertain what these people were going to do.

He looked back, and for some reason, his eyes moved to the man who walked down from the rooftop and stood not far away.

Shuo turned his gaze back, glanced to the left, and saw a pair of familiar eyes.

The two looked at each other from a distance, one was high above the others, the other was unkempt.

"..."

Zhong Yi turned her head back with a calm expression, and followed the team.

When walking around, I even felt that sharp gaze was fixed on his back, as if it was hotter than the sun, as if it could penetrate his back.

It is not known where these people are sending them.

In the distance, the flag of Nanchu was seen.

Zhong Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and his eyes were still weeping in the sun, but he couldn't wait, and finally heard the whispers of the crowd.

"Come to pick us up."

"I finally lived to wait until this day."

With her heart pounding, Zhong Yi saw an old man, he was wearing a purple official robe, his facial features were more handsome, and he still looked like a jade tree facing the wind.

Wang Sanyin was standing in front of their team, his cold eyes were searching the crowd, as if looking for someone.

Zhong Yi shouted recklessly: "Wang Sanyin!"

Reluctantly, he didn't speak for too long, and his hoarse voice was quickly drowned out by some noisy human voices.

"Wang Sanyin!"

Just as he was about to call out again, the tall officer came over and took Zhong Yi with him in the opposite direction with his thick arms.

Zhong Yi's heart skipped a beat, she turned her head, saw Wang Sanyin was just looking this way, and quickly shouted: "Brother Sanyin! I'm here!"

Before he finished speaking, the tall man pressed his shoulder firmly, and used him to block Zhong Yi's body. Zhong Yi struggled desperately, yelling, looking desperate.

Although Zhong Yi tried his best, he did not shake the tall man at all. He fixed Zhong Yi so that he would not stand out in the crowd. When Zhong Yi, who had no strength at all, exhausted his energy, he immediately wrapped him up and took big steps After a step, he left quickly and smoothly.

"Bang!" The door was closed, followed by the sound of chains.

Zhong Yi sat on the ground in a miserable state, knocking on the wall angrily.

This was a small room, and to him, it was like changing a cage.

After calming down, he began to think seriously.

For example, how long has it been since Liyundi City was captured; what did the court do, why did the enemy release him; how did Wang Sanyin come back here; why did those people imprison him again...

There was a window in this room. Zhong Yi squinted his eyes and looked at it. It was a big tree that had lost a lot of leaves—it was autumn.

No wonder it felt a little cold, it turned out that the summer was spent in that dark and damp dungeon, accompanied by a mouse, so it should be a summer escape.

When the stomach started growling, the door opened.

A few people came in, they were silent and looked around him, Zhong Yi remained calm and pretended to be asleep.

"Kacha" Zhong Yi's handcuffs were released.

The two handcuffs were untied, Zhong Yi opened his eyes, and saw a strange face in front of him. They put the bathtub, food and other things in order, and went out.

The door was still locked.

Zhong Yi looked at his wrist, which was slightly deformed due to wearing shackles for a long time, moved it, and heard the sound of bones stiffening.

His face turned ugly, and he began to gently massage his wrist.

The tub was steaming, Zhong Yi knew she was dirty, but she didn't expect it to be this dirty.

Looking at the water after he bathed, his face turned dark,

There were clean clothes on the wooden bench, and Zhong Yi put them on naturally. After putting them on, his face changed subtly—this was the prison uniform of the Northern Jin Dynasty.

The tight-fitting clothes around the mouth were made of rough fabric. Zhong Yi saw the wolf totem on the prison uniform, showing his teeth and claws.

Zhong Yi washed her unrecognizable clothes with the dirty water from the bath, even if it was awkward, she was unwilling to wear those clothes.

It was cold at night, he hung his wet clothes on the back of the chair, tucked into the quilt, curled up and fell asleep.

The next day, at the same time, someone brought in something again. They didn't care what happened to Zhong Yi in the prison, but when they saw the prison uniform in the corner, they looked at him sitting at the table, still wearing his prison uniform. Zhong Yi in robes of the state of Chu.

After taking a bath this time, she was much cleaner than yesterday. Zhong Yi washed her clothes again and lay on the bed, wondering what she was thinking about.

At the end of autumn, Zhong Yi was taken out of this room and got into a carriage.

It was a mighty army. Zhong Yi was at the end of the team, watching those officers in armor riding tall horses. place.

The compartment is small, but it can accommodate him to sleep peacefully.

He raised the curtain of the car and looked at the gradually passing scenery. He knew that these troops were about to return to the court, and the banners of the Northern Jin and Western Song were still stationed in Yundi, and it seemed that Southern Chu had not captured them.

On the turbulent carriage, Zhong Yi was suddenly at a loss about her future.

In the autumn of 415 A.D., the Jin-Song coalition forces signed an agreement with the Chu-Dan coalition forces, and the war ended.

According to the agreement, Yundi has since belonged to the Northern Jin Dynasty. The Western Song Dynasty and the Northern Jin Dynasty were entangled in the issue of territorial separation. Although the Northern Jin Dynasty compromised, it still gained the upper hand.

In the spring of 416 AD, Dongdan withdrew [-]% of the troops in the east of the Northern Jin Dynasty.

In 416 A.D., at the beginning of summer, Suoatu, king of the Western Song Dynasty, died of illness. His only son, Shan Gou, inherited the throne of Zen and was called King Yu of Song Dynasty.

I only know a little about it, and Zhong Yi, who was curled up in a small room, lived in captivity for nearly a year.

In fact, it was more comfortable, no one forced him, because he didn't wear Northern Jin costumes, and the clothes sent later were all Chu style clothes.

Zhong Yi was a little surprised: What kind of identity is he in the eyes of those people?

Until one day, Zhong Yi still remembered that it was an afternoon, just after waking up from a nap, before he was fully awake, someone came, urged him to wash up, and led him to the courtyard.

In summer, green trees were planted in the courtyard, which were somewhat different from those in Nanchu. Zhong Yi stood in the shade and studied the trunk.

After waiting for a while, in the shady corridor, it was very quiet, I heard birds singing occasionally, and a slight wind blew past my ears, which was very pleasant. Zhong Yi, who was not yet awake, sat at the table, smelling the fragrance of flowers, listening to the The bird twittered, and without knowing it, leaned against the pillar and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Shuo Hui was standing in front of him, looking down at him, the leaves cast shadows on his firm chin, looking at him with a pair of deep purple eyes, quiet and deep, like a quiet starry sky.

Zhong Yi was slightly dazed, and raised her eyes to look at him.

Although the pupils are different, they are so similar. Who are you?

Shuo Hui straightened up suddenly, his eyes just now disappeared, replaced by a cold expression.

Zhong Yi also stood up.

Shuo Hui sat at the table, looked at him indifferently, and said, "You are Zhong Yi."

Zhong Yi said calmly, "Yes."

Shuo Hui said, "A native of Andu, Chu State."

Zhong Yi said: "Yes."

"I used to be a violinist."

"Yes."

"Do you like to wear robes?"

"……Yes."

Shuo Hui nodded, he didn't pursue the matter further.

What followed was a series of inquiries, Zhong Yi thought to himself: Since they have investigated so carefully, why bother to cross-examine again.

A pink rose petal fell into Shuohui's cup.

Shuo twisted the petals back and forth, chewed, and then drank the tea.

Zhong Yi looked at him in surprise.

Shuo Hui raised his eyebrows: "How?"

Zhong Yi quickly restrained her expression and said, "It's nothing."

Shuo Hui ordered someone to deliver the documents, and he was reviewing them at the table. Zhong Yi stood awkwardly at first, but then found that Shuo Hui didn't pay any attention to him at all, so he just stayed peacefully, looking at Shuo Hui's handsome face. Turning his face, he gradually lost his mind.

It wasn't until the evening that Shuo Hui called for someone, watching him leave, Zhong Yi gradually relaxed.

As soon as he turned around, the person guarding him was behind him: "Please go back to the room."

As usual, she was ready to go to bed after taking a bath, unbuttoned her coat, and just lying on the bed, the door opened: "Prince Shuohui is in the study, hurry up."

Zhong Yi: "..."

The study room is very simple, but it reveals the expensive and exquisiteness of everything.

Just like in the afternoon, Zhong Yi still acted as a pillar, motionless in a daze.

I know I'm being called by my name.

A deep voice sounded: "Zhong Yi."

"Ah."

"Pour tea."

"..."

Although they don't understand what Prince Shuohui thinks, they get along peacefully.

Gradually, he became Shuo Hui's companion.