Enter the room 2

Chapter 91
Song Daliang was neither willing to divide the clan, nor was he willing to leave the clan.But before there were the elders of the Song family, and later there was the Wan Gonggong. In addition, Song Tao had reasoned with the Wang family, and the Wang family also felt that it would be better to separate the clan. Dowry turnover, he thought and thought, and finally chose to branch.

Just for the sake of the Song family's dignity, the Song family will not open the ancestral hall until after Song Youliang Seventh Seventh, and formally separate the Song Daliang branch.

Song Daliang was so aggrieved that he sent Grandpa Song Shishi and others away and went out to drink flower wine.

But for Qian, the second wife of the Song family, the courtyard where she lived was brightly lit, and the flower hall for receiving guests burst into laughter from time to time.

"Is this the new porcelain called 'Sweet White' you mentioned?" Mrs. Qian sat on the Luohan couch, kept looking at the sweet white porcelain flower cup brought back by Song Jiyun, and said with relief: "No wonder Mr. Wan I ordered it to be made into a new sacrificial white porcelain! It is really clean and elegant, and it looks better than the white porcelain made by the master!"

Song Jiyun, who was sitting on her left, smiled, and pointed to several sweet white porcelain rouge boxes on the couch: "It was made for you and your sisters, and it is lighter than this one. Do you like it? I can burn something else for you next time."

Hearing this, Mrs. Qian put down the ink pad box in her hand, and ordered Madam Zheng to choose a sweet white porcelain rouge box for Song Jiyu and Song Jixue, and said: "The rest will be sent to my warehouse, and I will give them to you as a gift at that time." Go to someone like Prince Ning’s Mansion, Prince Huai’s Mansion or Master Wang’s.”

It can also be regarded as a promotion for their new white porcelain.

"Then there is no need to deduct the jade and snow from our family." Song Jiyun smiled straight, and said, "Who do you want to give and what to give, I will burn another kiln in two days."

Let Madam Zheng divide the rouge box as before.

Song Jixue threw a rouge box into Song Jiyun's arms, and happily asked her with a baby-fat face: "Then we don't have to worry about who will rob our kiln anymore?"

"En!" Song Jiyun responded, lovingly stroking the little sister's head.

These days, she only cares about keeping the property left by her father, and forgets to appease her two younger sisters.

She also smiled at Song Jiyu who was sitting opposite.

Song Jiyu said shyly, "Thank you, big sister."

Qian looked at it, her eyes were slightly astringent, thinking how great it would be if Song Youliang were here.

She lowered her head and tried to hold back her tears, then she became worried about Song Jiyun again, and said, "Your uncle has suffered such a big dumb loss, he will definitely not let it go. How did the 'Yuni' formula pass on?" If you go out, I'm afraid you have to look it up carefully. Even I don't know the formula!"

Song Jiyun thought so too.

"Don't worry," she comforted Qian, "I know it well."

Qian nodded and said with emotion: "Your uncle is self-defeating. If he hadn't played tricks, you wouldn't have risked firing new porcelain, and you wouldn't have kept the order from the Royal Kiln Factory, leaving him with nothing to lose!"

Having said that, she clasped her hands together, said "Amitabha", and said: "Fortunately, the Bodhisattva blesses you, and your wishes come true!"

Song Jiyun thought of Yuan Yunzhong.

Ever since she decided to take over the Songjia Kiln Factory, she has been hesitating whether to burn sweet white porcelain.

Judging from the experience of later generations, it was the appearance of sweet white porcelain that led to the later fighting colors and famille roses.

If Yuan Yunzhong hadn't told her in the kiln that time, Arhat pictures were not popular outside, but Guanyin statues had begun to be admired, and their family was not good at Guanyin portraits and Guanyin porcelain statues. If they didn't improve, they would be eliminated sooner or later. Will make up my mind to burn new porcelain.

It's just that it's not easy for her to tell Qian Shi.

Her mother had always hoped that she would have more contact with Yuan Yunzhong, so if she said this, she would be throwing herself into a trap.

It's even worse to tell Yuan Yunzhong.

I'm afraid he will be complacent.

However, Qian's words also reminded her.

She said: "Tomorrow the master of Baoen Temple will come to discuss with you about father Qiqi's sacrifice, so I won't participate. I have to go to Hong Mansion tomorrow."

The matter of the kiln factory came to an end, and she should go to thank Mr. Hong in person.

She told Qian Shi about the mud.

Qian was so angry that she scolded Song Daliang, and then said to her: "Mother Zheng, Wu and I are in charge of the family affairs, you just go and do your own thing."

He also asked with concern: "Do you want me to help prepare the thank you gift? There are other things to talk about. The farm sent two baskets of early-ripe autumn oranges a few days ago. Why don't you send them to Hong's house! If you want to eat, I will let you eat them again." Send it over from the farm."

The early-maturing autumn oranges in their family are very sour, but the word "early" is pictured.

Song Jiyun didn't like to eat, so she didn't think of giving it away.

However, sometimes the gift is light and the affection is heavy, and sending two baskets of autumn oranges is more intimate.

But she still said to Qian: "You can handle your business with peace of mind. I will discuss it with Guanshi Wu as a thank you."

Qian didn't force her anymore, seeing Song Jixue yawning quietly, she simply urged Song Jiyun to take a rest earlier: "There is nothing serious about the kiln factory, you should also take this opportunity to have a good rest."

Song Jiyun felt that there were endless things to do, but he didn't need to let Qian know about them.

The mother and daughter said a few personal words, and Song Jiyun got up to leave.

Outside the courtyard, the moonlight melted, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the night breeze was gentle.

Song Jiyun couldn't help pinching the little Sinan in his waist purse.

Since Eunuch Wan left, she has been busy with orders from the Imperial Kiln Factory, so that when Yuan Yunzhong came over, she couldn't speak to him properly.

I don't know what Yuanyun Center thinks?

Song Jiyun thought about it, and went to Yinyu Hall.

The dim light of the study shines warmly through the window covered with silver-red plain surface, soft smoke, and falls softly on the bluestone floor tiles in front of the window.

Shao Qing, who came to open the door, was startled. While politely letting her in, she asked with concern, "Why are you here? But what happened?"

Only then did Song Jiyun realize that only the light in the study room of Yin Yu Hall was on.

Everyone else should have rested.

She was about to resign and was going to come back tomorrow when Yuan Yunzhong came out wearing a moon-white fine sermon robe.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

The moonlight shrouded his body, adding a bit of elegance to his already handsome face.

Song Jiyun thought that since the people in Yinyutang had been alarmed, he simply walked in with the incense hairpin.

She and Yuan Yunzhong sat down in the study.

There are still water marks on the blue and white porcelain brush washers on the desk.

Before she came, was he practicing calligraphy?
Song Jiyun glanced at it, then took out a purse of peach red silk embroidered with tender yellow magnolia flowers from his sleeve, and handed it to Yuan Yunzhong: "I think there is an agarwood carved double fish pendant at home, so I can make a fan pendant for Mr. Yuan. "

Yuan Yunzhong's dark eyes were fixed on her.

Among the flickering candles, her reflection is reflected, and there is also confusion that cannot be mistaken.

Song Jiyun coughed uncomfortably, and said in a warm voice: "If it weren't for your fire, the sweet white porcelain wouldn't be fired so smoothly. I promised to open the kiln with you, but I couldn't keep the promise. It's my fault. Still Hope your son Haihan."

(End of this chapter)