Peerless luthier

In the study room, incense was wafting, and faint purple smoke was lingering. The man in the brocade robe sat in the first place, but he did not read any documents or memorials.After Shuo Hui left, Shuo Yu had been meditating, and Fan Wenzi walked in, smiling lightly, as gentle as jade.

Shuo Yu stared at Fan Wenzi.

Fan Wenzi was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shuoyu supported her chin, and slowly said: "Why does Brother Wang like that Zhongyi?"

Fan Wenzi laughed and said, "I'm afraid only the prince knows this."

Shuoyu looked at him and motioned for Fan Wenzi to come over.

Fan Wenzi looked puzzled, but still walked over.

So he stroked Fan Wenzi's waist with a big hand with a jade finger, and quickly pinched Fan Wenzi's breasts. The man nodded in a serious manner, and said, "Compared with women, it is indeed a different style."

Facing his blatant and frivolous actions, Fan Wenzi's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shuoyu!"

Shuoyu looked at him innocently: "Anyway, you have been my companion for many years. Since we have a very close relationship, why don't you and I study together so that we can understand what Brother Wang likes."

Fan Wenzi was shocked by Shuo Yu's thick skin.

"Then invite the emperor to move to the backyard!"

"The harem has never included male concubines, how about..." Shuoyu saw Fan Wenzi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, so he quickly changed his words: "Just kidding, Wenzi should not be serious."

Fan Wenzi snorted coldly, and took out the copywriting from his arms: "Then you should read these official affairs by yourself."

"Snapped--"

The copywriting fell on the table, and Fan Wenzi walked away.

Shuo Yu looked at his back and sighed slightly sadly.

After returning to the mansion, the first thing to do is to look for Zhongyi.

Zhong Yi was sitting by the lake in a daze. Although the lotus was withering at this time, the gardener was skillful. Layers of bright red flowers bloomed in the flower beds by the lake, reflected in the clear water of the mirror-like lake, like flowers in the water.

"What are you thinking about?"

Shuo Hui's voice sounded suddenly.

Zhong Yi has gradually gotten used to this, and said: "Think about some old things."

"Let's go out for a while." Shuo Hui said: "The bell you mentioned last time, since I miss it so much, why not go find it and buy one back."

Zhong Yi looked at him with some surprise.

The days of living in the royal capital of the Northern Jin Dynasty were all spent in the mansion of Shuohui. I have seen the blooming spring flowers and the scorching summer. Now that the autumn wind is blowing, I know that the winter snow is not far away.

It's not like Shuo Hui's style to take himself to the market.

Zhong Yi was a little excited for a moment, and ran back to his courtyard, Shuo Hui followed behind him, looking at his boyish posture, he just thought it was cute.

Just as Shuo Hui was about to speak, his head became dizzy, and a double image appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw the hem of the plain white robe flying up, no, why is it blue in color!

Zhong Yi turned around, but she looked immature, her eyebrows were not fully opened, and she smiled brightly at him: "Ah Li, hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!"

what?

—Ali?

where is that person

The boy's voice sounded again: "Ah Li! I tell you to hurry up!"

Shuo Hui suddenly widened his eyes, and a pale light spread in his eyes.

Splitting headache.

Zhong Yi changed into a pair of simple boots and said, "I'm fine."

When he went out, he saw Shuo Hui covering his head with a pained expression on his face that was almost distorted.

Zhong Yi's heart trembled: "You—"

"boom"

Shuo Hui fell down.

At night, Park Palace.

Zhong Yi lay prone on the table, looking at Shuo Hui who was a little pale on the bed.

A slight cough.

Shuo Hui opened his eyes.

Zhong Yi hurriedly came to his bed, stretched out her finger, and asked, "How much is this?"

Shuo replied, "Two."

Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The corner of Shuo Hui's mouth twitched: "You don't think this king has become an idiot, do you?"

Zhong Yi said: "Just now the imperial physician said that you have a relapse of an old disease, affecting your head, you should pay more attention and not be stimulated."

Shuo Hui casually nodded.

The servant brought up a bowl of medicinal soup.

Zhong Yi looked at Shuohui, and Shuohui looked at the bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

"Drink."

"you drink."

"I'm not sick."

Shuo Hui frowned and drank the medicine with difficulty.

Zhong Yi looked at him with crooked eyebrows: "You really look like my brother, is it painful to drink medicine?"

Shuo Hui wiped his mouth and said, "I don't like it, and I rarely drink it." He looked at the medicine bowl with some doubts: "I always felt like I drank medicine every day for a while... Oh, I remembered."

Shuo Hui unbuttoned his clothes and motioned Zhong Yi to look at his belly.

There, there was a hideous scar.

Zhong Yi saw that there were also deep and shallow scars on his chest.

"This knife almost killed me." Shuo Hui stroked it indifferently, and said, "I heard from my subordinates that it seems that I fell off a cliff and hurt my head. There is a lump, and sometimes I have a headache. , has not committed any crimes in recent years."

Zhong Yi stretched out her hand involuntarily, and touched the back of Shuo Hui's head: "Where is it?"

Shuo Hui grabbed his hand and placed it on the lump: "Huh? It seems to be much smaller."

Sure enough, Zhong Yi touched it and asked, "Could it be possible that you will lose your memory?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Yi seemed to feel that she had grasped something that flashed by.

Shuohui didn't realize it, and said: "I forgot some small things, but I still remember the general thing. At that time, I went to kill..."

"No! Tell me! Tell me what you forgot?" Zhong Yi suddenly grabbed Shuo Hui's hand tightly.

Shuo Hui was a little dazed, but he also recalled: "I remember when I woke up, I didn't know the people around me, and I recovered after a few days... Then I found that I put some inexplicable things in the closet, but I didn't know the people around me. I can't remember where I got it from."

Zhong Yi said: "Where are those things?!"

Shuo Hui glanced at him: "...it seems to have been thrown away."

Zhong Yi did not give up and asked: "Could it be that there is nothing else?"

Shuo Hui closed his eyes, then opened them again, a little confused.

It was already night, so the idea of ​​going to the market was naturally dismissed, Shuo Hui had a hasty dinner, and then went for a walk in the courtyard with Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi was still telling the story of the past, but this time, he deliberately told it carefully, and even asked Shuo Hui to imagine it.

Zhong Yi said: "Did you know, on the rooftop, in the dark night, the sky is full of stars—"

Shuo Hui said, "Oh, the rooftop should be very high, it can't be carved out of stone."

Zhong Yi said: "At that time, Xiheju had just planted new bamboos, and he came here."

Shuo Hui said: "The smell of bamboo is also quite pleasant."

After several questions and answers, Zhong Yi smiled.

Still share the same bed.

Shuo Hui felt that Zhong Yi was much better behaved tonight, and was closer to him than usual.

Zhong Yi lay on his chest and whispered, "Why are your eyes dark purple?"

Shuo replied: "The blood lineage of the Northern Jin royal family."

"Always?"

"……Maybe."

Shuo Hui said, "I have a wolf totem tattoo on my back, have you seen it?"

Zhong Yi suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to look at it immediately, but Shuo Hui was slightly surprised: "Why are you so enthusiastic today?"

Zhong Yi just smiled and said nothing.

Still stubborn, he lit the lamp, Shuo Hui unbuttoned his clothes, and Zhong Yi looked at his back carefully.

Shuo Hui felt that his back was being gently stroked by a pair of hands.

Afterwards, he was surrounded, and Zhong Yi pressed his forehead against his back, this feeling seemed familiar.

Shuo Hui hesitated and said, "... Zhong Yi, what's wrong with you."

Suddenly, there was a wet touch on the back.

Zhong Yi said softly: "It's you...it's you...it's really you." Every word he said was clear and powerful, but his voice was very soft, like a drifting fog, misty.

Shuo turned around and saw a tear-filled face.

"Why are you crying again?" Shuo replied, "Why are you always crying?"

"This time, I am happy." Zhong Yi actually smiled: "I cry because you are used to it."

Shuo Hui was made a little strange by Zhong Yi: when did he let him cry?

I had to ask: "What are you happy about?"

"Because, you're back, I know you won't leave me... After so many years, you're still here."

After finishing speaking, he broke down in tears.

Afterwards, he could no longer pry things out of his mouth that was closed like a clamshell. Shuohui had no choice but to hug his shoulders, but Zhong Yi slipped into his arms, and continued to cry, cry Be unscrupulous and vigorous.

This night, I probably won't be able to sleep.

Shuo Hui closed his eyes.

But dreamed the previous dream.

Walking in the peach blossom forest by myself, the sound of the piano is still melodious.

Shuohui faintly saw a figure from under the peach blossom tree, with his loose sleeves hanging down.

Approached quietly.

walked up to him.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the person who lowered his head finally raised his head slowly - it was a boy's face, but Shuo Hui knew who he was.

"Zhong Yi?"

"Ah Li, how is this song?"

How did I become 'A Li'?

Shuo replied, "That's right, what song is this?"

Zhong Yi smiled at him when he was a teenager: "Half Que, I practiced it for a long time."

Then Zhong Yi stood up and held his hand, happily walking forward, saying something excitedly along the way.

As I walked, the peach blossoms withered.

He saw a river, they were standing by the river, Zhong Yi watched with some distress.

Shuo replied, "I'll carry you there."

"Okay!" Zhong Yi looked at him with a smile.

Shuohui's heart skipped a beat: Zhong Yi's smile was extraordinarily innocent and bright when he was a teenager.

He got into the water and was about to carry him on his back when a big wave suddenly rolled over.

"Ah Li!!!"

"Drink!" Shuo Hui sat up startled.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the boy's heart-piercing shouts seemed to be still in his ears.

"what happened?"

Shuo Hui lowered his head and found that Zhong Yi was sleeping next to him, looking at him bewilderedly, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, Shuohui couldn't calm down his heartbeat, and asked, "I dreamed of you when I was young, play a song for me."

When Zhong Yi heard it, he got up: "What tune? Say it!"

Shuo Hui looked at Zhong Yi with disheveled hair and clear eyes, and resisted the urge to kiss him: "Half Que... I remember, it's that name."

Moisture appeared in Zhong Yi's eyes again, and he nodded vigorously.