Peerless luthier

The story of Zhong Yi's book being stolen quickly reached Master Zhu's ears.

After Zhu Wen comforted Zhong Yi, she ordered a whole set of books from the academy and gave it to Zhong Yi, and then announced in the school: Remember to put a lock on the desk.

Although I have the book, it's a pity that the notes from so many days are gone.

Looking at the brand new pages of the book, Zhong Yi was a little dazed.

Suddenly being patted on the shoulder by someone, Zhong Yi looked up and saw Zhu Wen's gentle and bright smile: "It's okay, remember An Suo, as for the books and notes after school, I will take them, and other teachers' notes can be found by Cheng Chen and Liu Fu." They borrow it."

Zhong Yi smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Master, I will find a way."

Having said that, there is always a knot in his heart - he really wants to know when he offended someone.

Because of this thought, he suddenly felt that the classmates who didn't have a deep friendship in the weekdays seemed to be not quite right.

Zhong Yi rubbed the center of her brows in distress: Forget it, he is destined not to be a person who can read people's hearts - he originally wanted to ask Ah Li to vent his anger on him, but Ah Li will have a martial arts test tomorrow, so it is better not to cause trouble to Ah Li.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yi stopped his mind wandering and returned to the class where he had learned a lot.

Zhong Li is currently sorting out his favorite books in the past. Some books will probably have to be re-purchased when he arrives in Fancheng, so he seizes the time to re-read them.

He half leaned on the soft chair, flipping through the book, Hua Tian lay at his feet and sat daydreaming.

Looking out the window, today is still cloudy.

The day passed quickly, after dinner, Zhong Yi and Ah Li played chess on the soft couch.

Ah Li said: "Tomorrow's martial arts test, I remember you have a quiz."

Zhong Yi nodded and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Ah Li said, "I guessed from your sluggish appearance. I remember that your intermediate luthier exam is about to start."

Zhong Yi nodded quickly, thinking: I thought you found out about my bad luck in the academy.

That night, Zhong Yi tossed and turned on her own bed, unable to sleep.

Finally ushered in the martial arts test.

Zhong Li opened his eyes, and quickly took out the black dress that Yan Hui sewed by himself from the closet, and dragged Zhong Xiaoyi out of the bed after washing up.

When they arrived at the dining room, Zhong Han and Yan Hui tried their best to hide their nervousness, but they still said to Zhong Li over and over again: "Don't be nervous, play normally."

Welcomed by a rich breakfast, Zhong Li drank the last sip of sweet soy milk with satisfaction.

Zhong Xiaoyi lay on his body and clicked her tongue.

Zhong Li raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Xiaoyi's eyes sparkled: "If my brother becomes No.1 in the martial arts test, will my younger brother dominate Yunying Academy?"

Zhong Li chuckled and patted his head: "How about going to Fancheng with me?"

Zhong Xiaoyi sighed: "If we all go to Fancheng, what will parents do?"

Zhong Li smiled faintly: "Let's move to Fancheng."

He stood up and touched Huatian. Huatian raised his head from the cat food bowl, his eyes were round, and there was a lot of porridge stuck to his mouth.

Zhong Li twitched the corner of his mouth and withdrew his hand.

Zhong Han wanted to send Zhong Li to Tianchang, Yan Hui bid them farewell, and Zhong Xiaoyi took the carriage in the opposite direction to Tianchang.

He leaned on the window of the carriage and shouted to Ah Li: "A Li! You have to take the first place!"

Ah Li stood at the door of the house, smiling,

When Zhong Yi was in class, she was extremely inattentive, tapping on the desktop, in a daze, drawing music scores, and her mind went blank.

The master who taught fingering hit Zhong Yi's table with a ruler, and gave him a warning look.

Zhong Yi shrank her head, although her gaze returned to the book, her mind was not here at all.

Where is his mind?

Naturally, at this very moment, in the heated arena—not to mention the hustle and bustle of people, and the beating of gongs and drums, the figure fighting on the martial arts training platform is the most eye-catching.

There are not many idlers in Andu, but Kanyuan Pavilion in Fancheng, which is the first time to recruit students in Andu, is an explosion point that attracts the audience.

Anyone with a little knowledge knows that Kan Yuan Pavilion is powerful. Although ordinary people are not qualified to participate in the selection, it is not bad to take a look at the youngsters who have competed in martial arts.

"Hehe - this trick is not easy, look, this kid in purple can do it!"

"Old Liu, what are you looking at? Look at his small body, he won't be able to hold it after a few strokes."

"Tsk tsk, the one in the blue dress is no good, oops! It's not as hard as kicking cotton!"

Zhong Han ignored these noisy voices. Even though he stood on tiptoe to watch, he was still blocked by the people in front of him. The crowd became more and more crowded as the competition became more intense.Even though it was cloudy, Zhong Han felt stuffy.

What about Ali?

Why hasn't he played yet?

He hurriedly wanted to get closer to the martial arts training platform, but was blocked by a big man in front.

Zhong Han's fair face was slightly flushed because of the crowding. At this time, a pair of powerful hands gently wrapped around Zhong Han's waist from behind. The index fingers of these hands were wearing noble and mysterious emerald rings.

Zhong Han didn't realize anything at first, because the narrow space made him feel a little suffocated, he couldn't squeeze forward, and seemed to be pushed back by others.

In a dilemma, I suddenly heard people around talking: "This boy in black is good, and his moves are fast."

"The strength is also good."

"Ah! The one who took off the previous red clothes!"

"Hey! This young man has long legs and kicks really hard!"

When Zhong Han heard this, he was excited: Is that Ah Li?

He didn't care about 21, he wanted to put his head on the shoulders of the big man in front of him to look up, but just as he stretched out his hand, he felt someone blocked his waist. He fell back, but was blocked by the person behind him.

"do not move--"

The magnetic voice spits out a touch of temptation and pleasure.

this voice...

Zhong Han suddenly opened his pupils wide - Han Yi!

Before he could come back to his senses, he felt that his waist was being clasped, and he raised his head. He exclaimed, and looked up——this time he could see clearly the black figure on the martial arts training stage. It's Ali!

Zhong Han had no time to take into account that he was being held up by Prince Han, the highest official in Andu. His eyes were fixed on the contest between Ah Li and a young man who was not weak. A punch hit his face, but he narrowly avoided it. He stepped back a few steps, and went up again.

For a moment, the fight was inseparable, Zhong Han was anxious, but his feet returned to the ground.

"Hey!" Zhong Han turned around dissatisfied, but met a pair of playful eyes.

Zhong Han: "..."

Han Yi leaned into his ear and said, "Qingzhi is reluctant to come down? My king's hands are sore."

Zhong Han's already reddened cheeks became even redder, so he had no choice but to change the subject: "Why are you here?"

Han Yi smiled, he grabbed Zhong Han's wrist and walked out.

That's right, he was leaving. The people in Andu saw him, and on this occasion, they still gave way to the noble King Han to go first.

Zhong Han was stared at intentionally or unintentionally by these saluting people, and felt extremely embarrassed, but Han Yi was Shi Shiran, with a calm demeanor.

The two walked out of the crowded crowd just like that. Zhong Han was still thinking about Zhong Li's match in his heart, so he said, "What's the matter with Prince Han?"

Han Yi's smile disappeared when he heard his address. He walked quickly, trying to drag Zhong Han into the carriage parked by the roadside.

Zhong Han discovered his intention and hurriedly stopped, but Han Yi still didn't let go.

Zhong Han was annoyed: "Han Yi! What are you doing? Say what you want."

Han Yi turned his head, his expression still: "You still want to avoid me?"

Zhong Han turned his head and ignored him. After a long silence, he said calmly, "I want to go back to watch Ah Li's game."

Han Yi raised his head and laughed loudly, and he said, "Don't worry, no matter whether his work is brilliant or not, he must be the one who goes to Kanyuan Pavilion in Fancheng."

Zhong Han frowned his slender eyebrows, feeling that there seemed to be something in his words.

Han Yi glanced at him, immediately hugged him, and then dragged him to the ornately decorated carriage of King Han's Mansion.

Zhong Han was stunned, and began to struggle: "Why are you crazy?"

Han Yi sneered and put his arms around his shoulders. His eyes were full of emotions, and he said, "What? Afraid I'll kiss you again?"

Zhong Han's eyes widened, and he stretched out his fist to hit Han Yi, but Han Yi caught his fist unceremoniously, and forced Zhong Han to the side of the carriage, looking directly at Zhong Han.

Zhong Han was flustered by his scorching eyes, he breathed quickly and said, "Han Yi...you shut up!"

Han Yi leaned close to his ear, his eyes were gentle, and he said, "Qingzhi, come back with me."

Zhong Han gritted his teeth and said, "Why...why do you make such an appearance." Tears welled up in Zhong Han's eyes: "Obviously, it's you..."

"That's right," Han Yi interrupted him, "I was the one who provoked you back then, Qing Zhi, you follow me back, okay?"

Zhong Han stared at his clear eyes, and said angrily: "You obviously have a concubine, don't you?"

Han Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "How do you know? Do you care about me?"

Zhong Han shook his head, but still stared at him.

Han Yi smiled wryly: "That's right, she is the daughter of the Minister of Rites in the capital, and she already has my flesh and blood."

Zhong Han felt like a heavy blow in his heart.

He smiled palely: "The daughter of the minister of rites has your flesh and blood, but she is willing to be unknown..." He looked up at Han Yi's black eyes: "Then why did you let me go back to the Han Palace? It’s not as good as when I was young, I have my wife and children, and you have your beautiful concubine... Isn’t the path clear for each of them?”

Han Yi pinched his thin shoulders and asked, "Are you planning to continue like this?" His eyes were sharp: "Qing Zhi, follow me back. Except for you, other people are not worth caring about at all."

Zhong Han wanted to get rid of his shackles, he said firmly: "You have your arrogance, and I have my responsibility, Han Yi, give her a title."

Han Yi pursed his lips tightly, staring deeply into Zhong Han's eyes.

Zhong Han raised his eyes and looked at him, and the mist that had not dissipated filled his eyes.

Han Yi smiled wryly, and said with difficulty, "You will regret it."

Zhong Han smiled slightly. He remembered this scene. When he was 20 years old and was about to marry Yan Hui, Han Yi stood in front of the heavy Han Wang Mansion, and he looked like this.

Zhong Han moved and broke free from Han Yi's embrace.

He walked towards the martial arts field, step by step, without looking back.

Han Yi looked at his thin back, and a tear rolled down from his long and narrow dark eyes.

Perhaps, I should give up on you.