Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Lin Yi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and carefully took the carved wooden butterfly. The butterfly wings had been chiselled so thin that he dared not use force with his fingertips, so he held it empty and held a carving knife in the other hand.

I didn't dare to move around for a while, and sat upright, and my posture was even better than when I was listening to lectures in the academy.

Xiao Huan held Lin Yi's hand and took him to polish the butterfly wings with the thin blade of the repair knife: "The surface of the knife must follow the grain of the wood, and it must be thinner here."

After trying to polish it a few times in this way, Lin Yi can roughly grasp the strength, and repair the thin butterfly wings according to the position of Xiao Huan's finger.

Lin Yi lowered his eyelashes and said, "If the Lightning Sword is smaller, it should be good for carving wood."

Xiao Huan laughed when he heard the words: "At least it is a famous sword in the world. It is too wronged to use it as a carpenter."

He said again: "This knife is not sharp enough. I'll change it for you." After saying that, he got up and went back to his room to get it.

Lin Yi held the machine shaving wood butterfly, and it became more and more smooth, as if he was used to doing this, the thin wood shavings rolled up and fell on the stone table one by one.

Xiao Huan came back with a new knife, Lin Yi didn't look up, and frowned: "It's not easy to polish here."

Xiao Huan leaned over beside him to look, took out the old knife in Lin Yi's hand, and stuffed him with a new one.

Then he controlled Lin Yi's hand and led him to carve the position near the tenon and tenon with the sharp corner of the blade.

The newly replaced polishing knife is thinner and sharper, much easier to use.

Xiao Huan almost bent over and wrapped Lin Yi in his arms: "The chiseling and thinning techniques are different, and you can't completely follow the wood grain, you have to turn it slightly."

Xiao Huan's long hair hung down to the back of Lin Yi's neck, and his voice was close to his ears. His fingers were slightly cold and had a thin layer of calluses. Lin Yi felt a little soft from his back to his fingers.

He nodded in a dazed way, and thought to himself, did the young master have blood deficiency because he didn't eat dinner?

He was very relaxed in his hands, following the strength of Xiao Huan's fingers, he chiseled the butterfly one by one. Seeing that the wooden butterfly gradually became more delicate, and the wings of the butterfly became thinner, as if it could ride the wind and flap its wings.

The faint clear breath of Xiao Huan's body surrounded him, and he felt that every breath melted into his body, half of which was inexplicable dizziness, half of which was peace of mind.

"I may be a carpenter, and it's very easy to do this." Lin Yi whispered, "I won't be a Marquis tomorrow, let's open a carpenter's shop."

Xiao Huanxiu paused lightly with his long fingers: "That's good too."

He looked up at Lin Yi's profile for a moment, his thoughts froze.

In the last life, he also circled Lin Yi like this, held his hand, and accompanied him to carve these delicate little things. Lin Yi couldn't see him, he was Lin Yi's eyes.

At that time, Xiao Huan looked at Lin Yi's side face with the brocade belt covering his eyes, kissed him gently in the ear, and said gentle words, although Lin Yi couldn't hear a word.

"I shouldn't be a general, I should be a carpenter." Lin Yi wrote these jokes in Xiao Huan's palm at that time.

That period of time was too short, so short that Xiao Huan had no time to discern Lin Yi's feelings.

And Lin Yi's docile cooperation with him is more like the obedience of a person imprisoned in the deep palace facing the emperor.Xiao Huan has no way of knowing whether there is love in this obedience.

"Ruan Xun, I once knew someone who probably has a way to make this wooden butterfly fly."

Lin Yi's voice broke the trance overlap of memories.

Xiao Huan let go of his hand, sat by the side and calmed down, watching Lin Yi's movements that he became proficient in less than a quarter of an hour, and said: "I heard that there is a family in Suizhou in the north who mastered the long-lost Mohist artifice .”

Lin Yi nodded: "It's them. They happened to have a relationship with my father when they passed through Suizhou in the past."

After thinking for a while, he said, "I've thought about looking for it after a while. Their family lives away from the world, so I don't know if I can find it."

Xiao Huan said: "Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. They don't want the craftsmanship handed down from generation to generation to cause disaster."

He knew what Lin Yi wanted to do, and if the Mo family's art of wit and wit could be used by the three armies of Yan State, it would be like a tiger with wings added.

Lin Yi put down the light repair knife, held the sangzhe wood butterfly and looked at it: "If you find them, you can make this butterfly fly."

In the evening, Gu Xiaohang and Feng Yiming asked Lin Yi to go out for a gathering. Lin Yi pulled Xiao Huan out together, and asked strangely, "Why is Mr. Yuheng so elusive? What did you do?"

Xiao Huan said: "He travels all over the world, and he has always been like this. He came to Yingzhou to see a doctor for you. After finishing his business, he can do whatever he wants."

Gu Xiaohang turned his head to look at the two of them, and saw that Lin Yi was pulling Mr. Ruan up wherever he went, as if he knew him very well, but he didn't say anything after thinking about it.

The restaurant was extremely lively, several people were seated in the private room by the railing on the second floor, separated by the railing of the boxes on the second floor, it could be seen that the lobby was brightly lit and full of diners.

As soon as the dishes were served, the storyteller in the downstairs hall also started to speak.

"It is said that there is an indelible legend in Jiangzhou, and that is the Seventh Prince of Great Yan Kingdom—— King Xiting."

"When this prince was born, the three lights were auspicious, and the nine lights were condensed, which is the image of Xianze."

The guests in the hall booed: "Don't just talk about these mysterious things."

The storyteller unfolded the folding fan and shook it, and said: "According to what the national teacher said, Your Majesty built a Danxiao Palace in Jiangzhou for this prince. The Danxiao Palace is located in Jiangling City. The mist is lingering, like a fairyland."

"According to the instructions of the national teacher, the king of Xiting has been living outside the world for a long time, staying out of the world, even rarely going back to Jinling, the imperial capital. There are only a handful of people in this world who have seen him."

The guests were fascinated by this, and someone nodded and said: "I have been to Jiangling City before, and the Danxiao Palace looks like a golden palace in the sky from a distance."

Others echoed: "So there is a saying of 'East Penglai, Nandanxiao'."

Feng Yiming heard this, and said: "Among the people I know, I have never seen King Xiting."

Gu Xiaohang said: "Prince Xiting moved to Danxiao Palace in Jiangzhou with his mother and concubine when he was three years old. He was the earliest prince to go to the fiefdom, and he rarely showed up. I am afraid that the emperor has not seen him a few times."

Xiao Huan listened to their discussion quietly, as if they were not talking about himself, but someone unrelated.

Lin Yi knew the Seventh Prince who lived in seclusion, but he had never seen it either: "Because it is related to Guo Zuo, Your Majesty listens to the teacher's words in this matter, and dare not be slighted."

Lin Yi looked at Xiao Huan again, and asked, "I've never been to Jiangzhou, Ruan Xun, you must have seen Danxiao Palace, is it really the same as Fairyland?"

Xiao Huan poured a cup of tea with lowered eyes, and said calmly: "It looks like a fairyland, but to the people inside, it may be a cage."

When Feng Yiming and Gu Xiaohang heard this, they were surprised for a moment, and then they thought it was right: "It's true, no matter how beautiful the palace is, living in isolation from the world is almost like going to jail."

Feng Yiming thought about it again, and said: "If my father builds some kind of palace and locks me in, I will definitely go crazy."

Lin Yi laughed at him: "Build you a palace? You think beautifully."

At dusk, when the revelry was over, Lin Yi and Xiao Huan went back to the Hou's Mansion together. When they walked to the gate of the Hou's Mansion, Lin Yi stretched and sighed: "If you didn't come, once my father left, this mansion would I live here by myself."

"Master Lin doesn't come here often?" Xiao Huan looked sideways at him.

Lin Yi pointed to a street next to him: "Second Uncle's house is across the street from the Hou's Mansion, and he doesn't come every day. I used to live in his house when I was young, but I won't be when I grow up."

He thought of something, and asked casually: "Ruan Xun, I plan to go to Suizhou first, and then go to Beidaying in a while, do you want to come together?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt a little inappropriate, how could Mr. Ruan have time to run around with him.

Xiao Huan nodded, "I just want to go for a walk. It would be great if I could go with Young Master."

Lin Yi didn't expect that he really agreed, and he was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Very good."