Peerless luthier

Northern Jin Dynasty, Xiucheng.

Milu Pavilion was quiet, and more than a dozen generals knelt together in the huge courtyard.

Shuoyu looked gloomy, sitting at the door of the inner room, her dark purple pupils staring at the basins of blood being sent out.

On the ebony bed, a scarred man with his upper body naked was lying on his back unsuspectingly, his head was tightly wrapped with white gauze, his lips were pale, and his strong chest was covered with hideous wounds. There was even blood and flesh, and there was a large wound on the abdomen that had just been stitched up.

Sweat dripped from the foreheads of several imperial doctors, and after a few hours, the sky gradually darkened, and the first-ranking imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

When the door was opened, a bloody smell gushed out.

Su Ran said, "My lord, the imperial doctor is here."

Shuoyu raised her head, her voice hoarse: "Doctor, come here."

The imperial doctors entered the study, Su Ran closed the door and stood guard outside.

Shuoyu lit the candle, and with a "sigh", the room was slightly brighter.

The imperial doctors looked at each other, and finally, the most experienced old imperial doctor answered.

The old imperial doctor said in a low voice: "My lord, this old minister has carefully observed the prince's condition. The flesh wounds can be healed. The wound on the abdomen needs careful maintenance. The old minister promises that the prince's wound will be cured in about three months."

Shuoyu nodded calmly, "I'm not worried about physical injuries, other than that, are there any other injuries?"

The old imperial doctor hesitated for a while, and said: "My lord, although the prince fell into the deep water and saved his body, but...but the old minister noticed that the prince had a lump on his head, and now he prescribes some prescriptions to reduce the swelling and blood stasis. Son, the specific situation needs to be observed in the future.”

Shuo Yu frowned: "A lump?"

The old imperial doctor replied: "Yes, most of this lump will form after the impact. If the lump is eliminated, it will heal naturally."

Shuoyu looked at his flickering eyes, looked at the other imperial doctors, and said seriously: "What about you, tell me the truth, don't hide it!"

Several people were trembling from his fright, and hurriedly said: "The king is angry, the king is angry, the prince is indeed seriously injured, but the humble ministers are quite good at treating these injuries, but the tumor on the head is not in the right place. If it is serious, Estimates... Estimates Prince..."

Speaking of this, several imperial doctors dare not say anything.

Shuoyu was furious: "Could it be possible to become a fool?!"

The old imperial doctor nodded in fear: "Just in case, the king calms down."

Shuoyu heard this, and immediately became furious: "If you can't cure it, I'll kill you! Get out of here, my lord!"

Su Ran heard Shuo Yu's roar from outside, and then reprimanded and cursed.

A few imperial doctors left in despair, the inner room was lit, the palace people fed Zhong Li some liquid food, and then closed the door.

Seeing that they had settled down, Su Ran gave some instructions, looked at the general who was still kneeling outside, and sighed.

"Why are you sighing!"

Su Ran was startled, and turned around to find Shuo Yu standing behind her with red eyes.

Su Ran lowered her head and remained silent.

With a cold face, Shuoyu walked up to them, his face livid, and he kicked hard, a tall and burly general was kicked over, and then knelt back with his head down.

Shuoyu was even more annoyed when he thought that Shuohui was covered in bruises all over his body. These invisible wastes were not worth half of Wei Jiu!

Shuoyu snorted coldly: "These days, just lead me to the barracks honestly. If the prince doesn't recover, you don't want to lead troops to fight anymore!"

After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Su Ran looked at the back of Shuoyu striding away, knowing that he was angry, so she whispered: "Everyone, please go back."

The generals shook their heads, one said: "If the foolish general was not late, the prince would not... and would not be injured so badly."

"I deserve to die for my crime."

"The prince is brave and good at fighting, and is good at using tricks. Although we have been with the prince for a short time, we have already admired him very much."

"If the prince recovers, the fool will be relieved."

Su Ran paused, and said: "You don't have to blame yourself so much. After the prince fell into the deep water, if you hadn't tried your best to rescue him, the prince probably wouldn't have lasted until now. You should invite the generals to go back. There must be no shortage in the barracks." The man who commands the army."

After finally persuading these tall and strong lieutenants to go back, Su Ran pushed the door open and entered the room with a headache.

Su Ran said, "King, it's time to rest."

Shuoyu remained silent, and sat beside Shuohui's bed, looking at his pale face.

Su Ran stood beside him.

After a while, Shuoyu said in a low voice: "My lord, after so many years of searching, I finally found Brother Wang... What should I do if Brother Wang leaves?"

Su Ran looked at Shuo Yu under the dim light, her drooping eyelashes cast a faint shadow, as if she had discovered the fragile side of the young man in front of her.

Su Ran said softly: "No, the prince will be fine. God let the king find him, and he will not let him leave easily."

Shuo Yu nodded slightly.

Su Ran stood for a while, and said, "King, go and rest."

Hearing this, Shuoyu got up, saw that Shuohui still hadn't woken up, and left.

A few days passed, Shuohui still didn't wake up, and his breath became even weaker.

Shuoyu first became angry uncontrollably, scolded all the people who served Shuohui, and then secretly sent people to summon several famous doctors who were famous all over the country, and spent a lot of money to treat Shuohui, and finally gradually There is a turn for the better.

After half a month, the incision on Shuohui's body gradually healed and scarred under the repair of the palace's secret medicine, and the lump on the back of his head also disappeared a little, but he was still in a coma.

Shuoyu is now in charge of government affairs, day and night eradicating the last remnants of the party.The three major families of Liru, Yueshi, and Dongcheng collapsed one after another, ushering in a Northern Jin Dynasty that was truly centralized by the royal family.

The dazzling sun rises from the horizon and shines brightly on the earth. It seems that a new dynasty era is about to stand on this vast and prosperous land.

In April, the weather in the Northern Jin Dynasty gradually warmed up.

Shuohui's mother's favorite flowers and plants are planted in Milu Pavilion, which is full of vitality at this time, as if waiting for the owner of the house to wake up.

On this day, Shuo Yu took Su Ran into the room, opened all the windows, and the sunlight came in and sprinkled on Shuo Hui's bed.

Shuo Yu straightened the quilt for him, but Su Ran took out something from his bosom - a tattered bell.

"Jingle Bell"

A tiny bell rang, and a tiny amount of dust flew out of it.

Shuo Yu frowned: "Take it away, dirty."

Su Ran looked at Shuohui's closed eyes, and said to Shuoyu, "I have observed that when the prince first came to the Northern Jin Dynasty, he seemed to like this bell very much. He took it out every night to look at it. These days, he was running around. The prince even brought it with him, it must be something very cherished."

Shuoyu looked at the rusty bell and the faded ribbon, and reluctantly said, "Go and renovate it. If Brother Wang wants it, I can keep it by his side."

Su Ran smiled slightly: "Yes."

Su Ran's work efficiency has always been very fast. An hour later, he returned to Milu Pavilion.

Shuoyu is dealing with official business in the study - these days, he handles some simple affairs here in his spare time.

"Jingle Bell--"

Su Ran rang the bell and smiled at Shuoyu: "Look."

Shuoyu looked at the brand-new bell, the bright red ribbon was worn on the golden bell, which was very eye-catching under the sunlight.

"Jingle Bell--"

Shuoyu took it, looked it over carefully, and found a word "Yi" on it.

The back of the eyelashes trembled slightly,

The crisp ringtone seemed to come from a very distant place, with a kind of smart call, it seemed that his body was flying.

"Jingle Bell--"

Shuoyu played with it in his hand.

Shuo Hui's eyelids began to twitch.

Shuoyu said, "What's the matter with the word 'Yi'?"

"Jingle Bell--"

Another sound.

Su Ran took it, carefully looked at the font that was so worn that it was almost unreadable, and said: "This is the Nanchu font, and it is indeed the word 'Yi', could it be... his younger brother, if I remember correctly, That Zhong Yi is the prince's younger brother in Nanchu."

"Zhong Yi?" Shuo Yu repeated.

"Hmm..." There was a hoarse **.

Shuo Yu and Su Ran reacted at the same time, and immediately surrounded Shuo Hui's bed to observe him.

"Small... small..."

"What are you talking about, Brother Wang?" Shuo Yu asked softly.

Su Ran didn't answer, but made a booing gesture.

"Xiao...Xiaoyi..."

"Xiaoyi..."

Shuo Yu and Su Ran looked at each other with complicated expressions: "..."

Thoughtful, Shuoyu picked up the bell and shook it.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Jingle Bell--"

"No...Xiaoyi..." Shuo Hui's murmur became louder and louder.

Su Ran signaled to Shuo Yu: It seems to be useful!

Shuoyu then rang the bell, softly speaking in Southern Chu dialect: "Zhongyi, Zhongyi."

As if there was a feeling, the end of Shuo Hui's fingers began to tremble slightly.

Then, after a short period of sleep, the person who had been sleeping on the sickbed for a long time and hadn't woken up slightly opened his eyes with purple pupils.

A blur.

can not see clearly.

What about Xiaoyi?

No, Xiaoyi, who is it?

……

No, wrong, it shouldn't be like this.

Very tired.

Shuoyu watched in disappointment as Shuohui fell into a coma again.

Su Ran said: "At least, this is a good sign."

Shuoyu nodded: "I hope he can get well soon." He looked at the bell in his hand and thought again.

Sure enough, on a bright afternoon, Miluge's servants brought good news.

"The prince is awake!"

Shuoyu said pleasantly, "Are you awake?!"

He threw away a group of civil servants behind him, Fan Wenzi watched him leave helplessly, stopped all the civil and military officials, smiled calmly, and the others stopped.

Shuoyu's heart was pounding, he ran all the way, and saw Su Ran's back standing straight at the door outside Milu Pavilion.

"Brother Wang! Brother Wang!" Shuo Yu rushed into the room.

In the inner room, a man with loose black hair was looking down at the bell in his hand.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes coldly and looked at Shuo Yu.

Shuo Yu's smile froze on his face.

He looked back at Su Ran, and Su Ran also looked at him.