Peerless luthier

Han Yi was sitting in a large soft chair, holding a wine glass in his left hand, placed it on his forehead, and looked sideways at Zhong Han.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, and suddenly pulled Zhong Han into his arms.

Zhong Han sat in his arms and turned his head away from him.

Han Yi's face was cold, and he put the wine glass to Zhong Han's lips casually: "Drink it."

Zhong Han said, "I don't drink alcohol."

Han Yi's hand didn't move.

Zhong Han looked back, Han Yi was still looking at him, and reluctantly took his hand and drank it.

The wine is soft and full of aftertaste, with a hint of sweetness and purity, just like the light of stars in the sky.

Han Yi put down his wine glass, wrapped his arms around Zhong Han, rested his chin on Zhong Han's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Sometimes I think... If I didn't allow you to leave at the beginning, maybe you are still mine now."

Zhong Han trembled slightly, lowered his head and said, "You're drunk."

Han Yi muffled a laugh: "Can this little wine make me drunk?" He stretched out his hand and touched Zhong Han's earlobe, "Then Wang asked you, these years... Do you miss me?"

Zhong Han avoided his hand, wanted to get up from Han Yi's lap, and said with a straight face, "Stop talking nonsense."

Han Yi hugged Zhong Han tightly, feeling complacent, and the corners of his lips curled up happily: "Don't be angry... It's been a long, long time since you have been so close to me." Han Yi wrapped his arms around Zhong Han's waist and said in a low voice: " Tell me, back then you clearly loved me, why did you run away again?"

Zhong Han remained expressionless, looking at the willows swaying in the distance: "This is not what we are talking about now."

Han Yi smiled wryly, and asked forcefully, "Why don't you want to admit it?"

Zhong Han turned around, the distance between the two was very close, and he said word by word: "Han Yi, we are not teenagers anymore, we each have a family, if we still miss the love we had when we were teenagers, we should be confidants, why are we still entangled with each other at this age? Some feelings for children?"

After finishing speaking, he stood up straight and said with his back behind his back: "If you want an answer, I can also tell you that when I was young, I was very grateful to the old King Han for his love. To you, it was just brotherhood."

Zhong Han turned to look at him, with a cold expression on his face: "Nowadays, you and I have an ambiguous relationship, which troubles us all. Why bother? Why don't you take a step back? Now that you have helped me, maybe because of the past love, I also I'm not very grateful, but if you continue to... threaten me to do some mediocre things, it's better to forget each other from now on, why bother?!" Han Yi looked at him silently, his eyes as deep as a cold pool.

Zhong Han flicked his sleeves and said flatly, "Farewell."

Han Yi opened his mouth, with melancholy and slight sadness, and said, "If I say, I've been thinking about you, so what should I do?"

Zhong Han didn't turn his head back, his black hair glistened under the light, he sighed and said: "You have misunderstood, besides, there is no so-called worldly love between you and me."

Han Yi got up quickly, grabbed him, and suddenly said sharply: "Then tell me, what is love in the world?! How can I misunderstand it?!"

Zhong Han clasped his shoulders hard and suffered from pain. He remained expressionless and said, "Han Yi, calm down."

Han Yi took a deep breath, relaxed a little, and locked Zhong Han's eyes firmly: "Qingzhi, I never misunderstood anything, I have been waiting for you, don't veto everything so quickly." Han Yi lowered his head slightly , the eyelashes are as thin as a small fan, he whispered: "I'm waiting for you."

Zhong Han looked at Han Yi bowing his head, and a large part of his heart seemed to have collapsed. He murmured, "Han Yi, don't do this."

Han Yi shook his head, seeming to be in pain: "What are you afraid of? Do you love that woman? Do you have a tacit understanding with her? Is she that good?"

Zhong Han couldn't bear to see Han Yi's distraught appearance, so he stretched out his hand to caress his hard back, and said in a low voice, "Han Yi, don't do this, you will make me sad..."

Zhong Han was stunned, and when he didn't pay attention, he confided his own voice.

Han Yi lowered his head, Zhong Han couldn't see his expression, his eyes moved slightly, and said, "I've been like this all these years..." Han Yi raised his head, and gently hugged Zhong Han into his arms: " Are you willing to?"

The familiar cold fragrance lingers in the nostrils, the original awkwardness and rejection seem to have disappeared, Zhong Han only feels that he has returned to himself more than ten years ago, on a night full of stars, the same is true for Han Yi when he was a teenager Quietly hug yourself.

Could it be that I...

Han Yi's voice was a little hoarse, and he said softly: "You know, I have already dismissed my wife, concubine and children. I am alone in the palace. When the flowers you like bloom in the courtyard, I always think, what are you doing?" In time, it will come back to me, just like before."

Han Yi choked up slightly, and said, "Perhaps, it's just a delusion. In the eyes of others, I am a powerful and powerful prince. However, only I know that I am a poor wretch who is too crazy to be loved."

Zhong Han shook his head, feeling pain in his heart: "No, don't say that about yourself, Han Yi, you and I..."

The wind at night was a bit chilly, he felt cold all over, bit his lips, and said with difficulty: "If you and I love each other, how can it be? This is against human relations, besides, shocking things should not happen to you, you are the god of heaven. The proud son is the heir of the old Lord Han, no, no."

Han Yi noticed his flinching, hugged him tightly, and said, "Don't be afraid, why should we listen to the words of the worldly people?" He lowered his head, carefully painted Zhong Han's eyes with his eyes, and smiled softly: "If I give up these glory and wealth, are you willing to live in seclusion with me in the mountains and be a couple of immortals?"

Zhong Han was stunned.

In the darkness of night, the man's gaze was deep, but cautiously tender and cherishing. His handsome face was as usual, but his earnest expression was still like that stubborn prince's son back then.

Zhong Han noticed that his eyes were already wet, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Zhong Han kept looking at Han Yi. If he couldn't answer him, just treat him as cruel. He didn't want to veto it. If he broke up this relationship, he couldn't agree to him and let him, who is a prince, give up everything he had. If so, If you don't tell him the answer, will he be as miserable as he is now?

The two looked at each other, and the thousand words seemed to be understood in each other's heart.

Han Yi stretched out his hand and touched his face. The cold emerald ring rubbed against his face, like the feeling of tears falling down: "I'll wait for you, until the day you need me."

Zhong Han nodded, his eyes were reddish.

Han Yi showed a smile: "You have agreed." He took out a white jade hairpin from his sleeve and handed it to Zhong Han, "If you think of me someday, come to me."

Zhong Han took it and bowed his head in silence.

You are as gentle as jade, elegant and indifferent, playing music in the green curtain, plain fingers falling on the piano, just like the sound of nature, I have no intention of meeting, obsessed and dreaming, and I will never rest in my life.

That night, overwhelming memories swept over, and Han Wang's Mansion was like a secret game in a dream, with passionate people coming and going, irresistible.

Zhong Han returned home in a carriage, opened the door, and went straight to the study.

After lighting the lamp, Zhong Han sat at the desk, took out the white jade hairpin from his sleeve, wrapped it gently in silk, put it in a box, and locked it in the dark box of the bookcase.

Flipping through the piano score I had studied a few days ago, the matter of Zhong Li appeared in my mind. When I was thinking deeply, I looked up and saw Yan Hui standing at the door with a haggard face, smiling slightly: "I'm still thinking about it." Song? It's late at night, it's time to sleep."

Zhong Han was shocked, and said, "Hui'er..."

Yan Hui put on her coat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Han said, "Why don't you rest?"

Yan Hui smiled miserably: "Otherwise, how would you know that my husband is still visiting Han Wangfu at night?"

Zhong Han's face turned pale, and the brush he was holding fell off.

"Pa-ta--" sounded in the silent night.

Yan Hui stretched out her delicate jade hand and picked up the brush.

Zhong Han murmured: "I...I..."

Yan Hui smiled slightly and shook her head: "No problem, just, don't lie to me."

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Han felt even more uncomfortable, unable to say a word.

Yan Hui said: "Han, go and rest."

Zhong Han's fingertips turned white, and he lowered his head and said, "I lied to you, it was my fault."

Yan Hui reached out and took Zhong Han's hand: "I don't intend to blame you."

Zhong Han sighed and nodded.

That night, the two slept together, but there seemed to be a barrier between them.

Zhong Han was sleepless all night.

On the second day, Zhong Han changed into the luthier robe and went to the academy.

Yan Hui looked at the clear sky today, thought of what she said last night, and said with a smile: "As expected, it's true, it's still sunny and people are comfortable."

She walked to Zhong Han's study room, carefully wiped off the ink that was left untouched last night, and wiped off the dust on the bookcase.

Suddenly, she saw a corner protruding from the bottom of the bookcase.

"What is this?" Yan Hui squatted down and pulled out the corner.

"letter?"

Yan Hui looked at the letter in her hand, then bent down to look, and found a lot of paper.

Yan Hui frowned her beautiful eyebrows and said, "When did Han get so messed up?"

Because the letter was pasted under the bookcase, it was covered with dust. Yan Hui took out a small handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust off the outside.

Why not take a look?

An idea popped up.

Yan Hui's hand stopped.

Thinking of Zhong Han's abnormality these days, he went out to the Han Palace last night without telling her...

Yan Hui thought for a while, and then made up her mind: If you blame me, then there's nothing you can do about it.

Her hands trembled slightly. Yan Hui, who was born in an aristocratic family, had received a good education since she was a child. She blamed herself for reading her husband's letter so privately, but she still opened it.

"...Xiaoyi's letter?"

Yan Hui recalled that day, when she came over happily, when Zhong Han said that there was no letter from Xiaoyi.

Yan Hui's heart froze: It seems that Han is indeed hiding some things from her.

Yan Hui continued to read.

However, what awaited her was nothing more than terrible news for her.