Peerless luthier

Zhong Yi yelled very loudly, it was the first time he was so rude to his father since he was a child. % Zhong Han: "..."

Yan Hui hurried over and reprimanded: "Xiaoyi! How can you talk to your father like this? You still haven't apologized to your father!"

Zhong Yi took a quick breath, looked at Yan Hui, then at Zhong Han, and pursed her lips.

Zhong Han got up and said in a low voice: "Stop talking, Xiaoyi is tired today, Huier, let's go out."

Yan Hui nodded, and before leaving, she took a few glances at Zhong Yi, and saw Zhong Yi lying on the bed again.

After a long time, the little cat came back with a small fish in its mouth. The room was pitch black, and it heard muffled whimpering.

"Meow?"

The little cat put the dried fish aside, jumped onto the bed with great effort, and was suddenly held tightly in his arms. It struggled for a while, screaming "Mimi wailing", and then heard Zhong Yi choking in a low voice : "Flower field...Flower field..."

The little cat "meowed" aggrievedly, drooped its ears, and shrank its head in Zhong Yi's embrace to find a soft place, and fell asleep.

Han Yi listened to the report of the dark guard with great pleasure.

"Go down."

The dark guard retreated.

Han Yi was full of confidence. Sure enough, after waiting for such a long time, the reward was indeed ushered in.He was completely sure of tying Zhong Han to his side.

I wrote a letter to Qu Cang, thanking him for his cynicism over the years, and now, he is also a beautiful woman.

The corners of Han Yi's lips were raised all the time, and the attendant standing beside him saw him, and secretly sent all the disturbing documents from the past few days to Han Yi's spacious sandalwood table.

A large field of sweet-scented osmanthus is planted in the center of the courtyard of the Palace of the King of Han. The fragrance of osmanthus is elegant and moving.

Zhong Han sat under the tree and played the piano. The years did not seem to have left many marks on his face. His face remained the same, and his slender fingers were fair and beautiful.

Han Yi stepped forward, hugged him gently from behind, and whispered in Zhong Han's ear, "Qingzhi, you smell so good."

Zhong Han withdrew his fingers, looked up at the golden-yellow millet flowers, and said with a slight smile, "It's the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Han Yi smiled softly, hugged Zhong Han, and said, "I think it's your hair fragrance." He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Zhong Han's long black hair, looking a little intoxicated.

Zhong Han remembered what was in his heart, and said sadly: "Xiaoyi lost her temper yesterday."

Han Yi smiled and said, "Why?"

Zhong Han lowered his head, touched the strings unconsciously with his fingers, and said, "I don't know either. When I came out of the White Mansion, I locked myself in the house."

Han Yi said, "Maybe I miss Zhong Li."

Zhong Han thought for a while, lowered his eyes, and didn't answer.

Han Yi kissed Zhong Han's side face, and said seriously: "Xiaoyi is not young, and she doesn't look good at home, why don't you let him go out and practice for a while."

Zhong Han raised his eyes, slightly surprised: "Going out?"

Han Yi smiled and said, "Could it be that you plan to keep him forever? I'll arrange an errand for him another day, so that he won't have to think about it when he's free."

"That's fine." Zhong Han sighed, and said, "I don't know what happened to that child, A Li."

Han Yi thought for a moment, and said for a moment: "Qingzhi, you'd better act as if you don't have his son. Now, he is from the Northern Jin Dynasty. If one day we meet each other with swords and become enemies, don't feel too uncomfortable .”

Zhong Han was startled, closed his eyes, and said bitterly, "I know."

Han Yi felt that Zhong Han's closed eyes were very obedient and pretty, so after watching for a while, he suddenly threw him on the soft couch on the ground.

On the soft couch, Zhong Han's eyes were moist, Han Yi looked at him deeply, their eyes met, Han Yi's breathing was slightly short, and he stroked Zhong Han's rosy lips, unable to control himself, and pressed down on him.

After some sexual intercourse, Zhong Han's complexion was reddish, revealing an intoxicating and seductive appearance. His black hair was scattered and draped over his bare shoulders, his clothes were spread out, revealing his delicate collarbone, and his neck was covered with red, purple and purple kisses. mark.

Han Yi also loosened his long hair and only wore a loose overcoat. He held Zhong Yi's face obsessively, and the two noses touched, and said in a low voice, "I don't think I can't get enough of you."

He put on a thick coat for Zhong Han, and kissed the smooth skin of Zhong Han's neck delicately. Zhong Han frowned slightly, panting, and said: "No, don't do this, I should..."

Han Yi raised his eyebrows slantingly, put on a malicious smile, and pushed him down on the soft couch: "I have no intention of letting you go back."

Zhong Han panicked: "No, I have to go back."

Han Yi laughed softly, trapped him firmly, leaned down and kissed Zhong Han, feeling dazzled again.

At night, Zhongfu.

Attractive food was placed on the table, but unfortunately it seemed to have lost its heat. Yan Hui and Zhong Yi sat at the table, and the servants stood quietly at the side. The dining room was very quiet.

Yan Hui said: "Xiaoyi, your father may be delayed by something, you should eat first, don't be hungry."

Zhong Yi shook her head: "Wait a little longer, mother will eat some first."

After a while, the little cat sneaked into the dining room and looked at the bell.

Zhong Yi's face was not very good-looking at this time, she lowered her head, just in time to meet a pair of round and bright cat's eyes.

"Meow--"

Timid voice.

Zhong Yi said: "Let's go eat."

The little cat came over to rub against him, then rubbed against Yanhui, ran to the cat food bowl by the table and started eating.

Yan Hui persuaded Zhong Yi to eat, Zhong Yi reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls, with a sleepy breath in her heart, looking sullen, guessing where Zhong Han went, there was no need to think about it at all, a pair of words always appeared in her mind Smiling eyes full of deep meaning.

After dinner, it was already a bit late, Zhong Yi got up and asked, "Did Daddy come back late before?"

Yan Hui shook her head: "No, don't worry, maybe I went to reunite with old friends." She bent down and teased the cat: "Xiaoyi, give it a name?"

Zhong Yi said: "Oh, mother, take it."

Yan Hui smiled: "Looking at its coat color, why not call it Xiao Hua?"

Zhong Yi: "...Xiao Hua, that's fine."

Yan Hui looked at the kitten squatting on the ground, and smiled faintly.

Under the light, Yan Hui's face seemed to be entangled with illness again. Zhong Yi saw her exhaustion, felt a dull pain in her heart, and said softly: "Mother, go back and rest first."

Yan Hui nodded and said, "You too."

Watching Yan Hui and A Rong leave, the smile on Zhong Yi's face gradually cooled down.

The bell mansion was lit with red lanterns, very bright.

Zhong Yi was wearing a thick blue cloak, and looked at the busy traffic outside the door expressionlessly, and the noise of the crowd.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Han Palace."

"What? No, no, no, no... We dare not go to the palace... Please forgive me, young master, let's change to another place."

"Then pick the nearest path, and I'll walk over."

"okay--"

The car was not very stable, and the cold wind blew over unscrupulously. Zhong Yi tightened his cloak and looked ahead with some indifference.

The car stopped by the side of the road, Zhong Yi paid the money, and walked towards King Han's Mansion.

The high walls and the majestic gate of the mansion, the last time I came was many years ago, relying on memory, Zhong Yi walked to the gate of the palace smoothly.

A tall and big guard stopped him and said loudly: "Who is it! Still not retreating."

Zhong Yi was not in a hurry or annoyed, and said calmly, "Why did you step back?"

The guard looked at his demeanor, he didn't look like an ordinary young master, the guard frowned: "This is Prince Han's mansion, you can't enter it."

Zhong Yi said: "I'm here to look for my father."

The guard asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhong Yi said: "My father is a luthier in the palace, his surname is Zhong Minghan."

Guard: "..."

The guard glanced at him and said, "Wait a minute."

At night, it became very cold, Zhong Yi even felt his teeth chattering and his whole body was shaking.

After a while, the door finally opened, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper came out: "Master Zhong, please come in."

Zhong Yi said: "Thank you."

After entering the gate, the butler led him to the backyard, with lights on all the way, and all kinds of luxurious scenery were unobstructed. Zhong Yi took a few glances and then looked away.

After walking for a while, the butler gave him the lantern: "The prince is resting in the room, in the big room in front."

After speaking, he withdrew.

I'm here to find my father, not Lord Han.

The butler left quickly, and disappeared after a while.Zhong Yi had no choice but to walk forward.

After passing the arch bridge, there is an elegant courtyard planted with green bamboo orchids.There were only a few lights on in the courtyard, and it was a little dim.

It was also dark in the room.

Zhong Yi stood outside the door, silent.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, a lamp was turned on, and a figure appeared.

The door opened, and it was Han Yi, wearing only a thick cloak, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, looking lazy.

Han Yi smiled softly and said, "Xiaoyi? What are you doing here?"

Zhong Yi looked up, looked at him, and said: "My father didn't return at night, Zhong Yi was worried, so he came to look for him."

Han Yi said, "How do you know that Qingzhi is with me?"

Qingzhi is Daddy's name. Zhong Yi was very disgusted to hear Han Yi call him that.

Seeing that Zhong Yi didn't answer, Han Yi laughed again: "Just kidding, he is indeed in my king's room." Then he looked into the room, turned his head, and said softly: "He played chess with me, tired. I took a rest, and I guess I will go back tomorrow.”

Zhong Yi gritted her teeth, and heard herself say coldly: "Daddy wants to go back, he won't stay outside."

Han Yi closed the door and walked out. The closer he got, the closer he felt an invisible sense of oppression.

Zhong Yi looked straight at him.

Han Yi stood in front of him. He was still handsome, with deep eyes. When he was a child, Zhong Yi would blush every time he saw him. Now, his mentality is completely different.

Han Yi smiled; "Your eyes do resemble him." Han Yi stretched out his hand to stroke Zhong Yi's hair, and Zhong Yi obviously avoided it.

Han Yi withdrew his hand and said, "You may not know that your father and this king are old friends. They have been together since childhood, and it is natural to sleep in the same bed. This is not staying overnight."

He patted Zhong Yi on the shoulder: "Go back, you've grown up, you should understand some things."

Han Yi yawned lazily, turned around and entered the room.

The door was closed and the lights inside went out.

Zhong Yi stood outside the door, her hands turned white.

I really want to open the door and go in, wake up my father and go back with him, and then ask him what kind of relationship he has with Prince Han, and why he did such shameless things with Prince Han at home that day.

Mother was still sick at that time, could it be that father no longer loves mother or cares about mother's worries? !

Although it is between a man and a man, isn't this a betrayal?

Zhong Yi's heart was getting colder and colder, just like the cold wind blowing at this time.