Enter the room 2

Chapter 92
So, this fan pendant is Song Jiyun's apology to him!
Yuan Yunzhong's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly took the purse in her hand.

"Thank you Miss Song!" he said.

The pink silk made his slender fingers more radiant and fairer than the jade.

Song Jiyun's gaze involuntarily rested on it for a few breaths.

Yuan Yunzhong opened his purse, and two small dark brown wooden carved fishes strung by scarlet silk threads fell between his fingers.

The knuckle-sized fish, the scales of the fish body, the fins of the back and tail of the fish are all carved vividly.One of the small fish raised its tail, as if it was going to jump into the air, and one raised its head and opened its mouth, as if emerging from the water, and the unique grain of agarwood is rippling with golden light circles one after another, like water falling. Its body is exquisite and gorgeous in its vividness.

"Fish jumping over the dragon's gate!" Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows.

Song Jiyun smiled and said: "I hope Mr. Yuan likes it."

He learned literary and martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.

For readers, this is a very good blessing.

Yuan Yunzhong hooked the scarlet silk thread with his fingers, and two small fishes swayed in the air.

"Agarwood fan pendants are best paired with ebony and palm bamboo fans." He said, "Unfortunately, it's almost autumn, and we have to change to folding fans made of gold rivets or with tortoiseshell and ivory inlaid heads!"

What do you mean?
Song Jiyun opened his eyes wide.

Yuan Yunzhong laughed lightly, shook hands into fists, and held the two little fishes in his palms.

"However, I saw gold-sprinkled five-color powder paper in Yin Yutang." He said, "It's good for making fans. We can use agarwood to make folding fans, and it can be used."

He put the two wooden carved fishes back into the peach-colored purse, got up and went to find the golden five-color powder paper on the antique shelf.

Song Jiyun lowered his head, pursed his lips and smiled.

The gold-sprinkled five-color powder paper is a tribute, and their family has a few knives, which were left by her grandfather.

"I'll help you!" She got up and went to Bogujia.

But with a "plop", the stack of rice paper piled up on Yuan Yunzhong's desk fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up.

But I saw the pattern of twining flowers, clouds, dragons and lotuses painted on the scattered rice paper.

"What is this?" She couldn't help picking up the rice paper and unfolding it, and asked Yuan Yunzhong, "Have you seen the pattern that the Royal Kiln Factory brought over this year?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at it from a distance, said "Oh" indifferently, took down the camphor wood box on the top shelf of the Bogu rack, and picked out a few pieces of gold-sprinkled five-color powder paper: "I saw it in the kiln factory, and I just picked it up." Draw it."

Song Jiyun thought of the water stain left by the wash of the blue and white porcelain pen when she came in, picked up the stack of paper with a smile, and spread the rice paper with the pattern on the desk, saying: "You drew the pattern wrong."

When she first came into contact with porcelain, she was also very interested in those beautiful patterns.

Yuan Yunzhong looked very surprised, and strode over.

Song Jiyun simply dipped his brush into the ink, and added next to the pattern he drew: "In addition to lotus, peonies and chrysanthemums are also included in this twine flower. And it adds a chrysanthemum to every other lotus and peony. You draw There are lotus and peonies, but no chrysanthemums."

If she didn't say anything, Yuan Yunzhong wouldn't be able to find out.

He stood beside her quietly watching her draw.

Her fingers are white but round, and her nails are neatly cut. She has not painted Kodan, and her pink fingertips can be seen. They are clean, which makes people feel good.

The hair is black and shiny, the forehead is clean and full, and there are beautiful tips.

The eyes were big and double, and the thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly, leaving a shadow in the eye socket.

Her nose is straight and straight, her lips are rosy, like blooming roses, and she looks extraordinarily gorgeous.

Especially her expression, serious, focused, and calm... She has the calmness and composure that can only be achieved if she has a chest.

He was in a trance for a moment.

For a moment flashed in her mind the condescending look she had when he looked down at him when he was drugged, and for a moment flashed in her blue knuckles under the moonlight when she was at Zhaojiaji.

"Look, is it the pattern you saw in the kiln?" Song Jiyun's smiling voice suddenly came from next to his ear, "I don't know what's going on in the imperial kiln? They used twig flowers with cloud and dragon patterns..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and a warm and soft touch brushed against his lips.

Yuan Yunzhong was startled, and quickly turned his head to look over.

The warm and soft touch was on his lips.

He saw Song Jiyun's surprised face.

The autumn-like eyes are wide open, reflecting his shadow.

And the scent of roses lingering at the tip of his nose enveloped him overwhelmingly.

His mind was buzzing, and he didn't know where he was.

Song Jiyun was also dumbfounded.

She just kept drawing, and didn't notice Yuan Yunzhong at all, and she didn't know when he was so close to her and bent slightly. When she turned her head, she "wiped" his face.

Fortunately, she is not really a little girl raised in a deep boudoir.

As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

She pretended to be nonchalant about taking a step back.

Yuan Yunzhong turned around unexpectedly.

The corner of his mouth brushed her lips...

The warm breath rushed across her face, making her scalp numb.

Song Jiyun instinctively stretched out his hand, trying to push the person in front of him away.

But there was a "squeak" at the door, and a man's cheerful voice sounded in the room: "Miss Song, I made you longan and red date tea to nourish your blood, and drink it at night to help you sleep."

Song Jiyun didn't even think about it, he pushed Yuan Yunzhong in a panic.

Yuan Yunzhong was pushed suddenly and couldn't help but staggered backwards.

But he is a martial artist after all, he only took two steps back before recovering, and immediately stood firm.

But the person who came in only cared about the small blue and white bowl on the red lacquered and gilded tray in his hand. While walking in, he continued to laugh and said: "Just now the second wife sent someone to bring over a basket of autumn oranges. I smell the autumn oranges. The tangerine is fragrant and elegant, but the taste is sour."

The gazes of the two of them coincidentally looked at the person coming.

It was Shao Qing who came in.

Shao Qing was immediately stunned by the gazes of the two, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "For such autumn oranges, it's best to use honey to make kumquat cream..."

My heart is like a drum beating.

what happened?

Why does their son stand shoulder to shoulder with Miss Song at an arm's length away, but one face is expressionless and the other is solemn, looking at him with a bit of surprise, as if he went to the wrong place, the atmosphere is so stiff.

Did they quarrel?
Should not be!

When they were in the kiln factory, their son helped Ms. Song to burn the kiln, and Ms. Song came to visit their son at such a late hour.

He couldn't help looking at Yuan Yunzhong, then at Song Jiyun, and unconsciously said cautiously: "Take it out after Liqiu, it can moisten the lungs and clear dryness..."

It was the first time for Song Jiyun to encounter such a thing as a human being in two lifetimes.

She knew she was still showing some discomfort.

"I didn't expect Mr. Shao to know this!" She hurriedly answered the question enthusiastically, and took a few steps forward, reaching out to pick up the tray in Shao Qing's hand, wanting to expose the matter like this.

Shao Qing glanced at Yuan Yunzhong quickly.

Seeing Yuan Yunzhong standing there upright, his eyelids drooping slightly, he couldn't see his emotions clearly, but one hand was behind his back.

Shao Qing almost jumped up.

Something really happened!
He doesn't know what kind of person Song Jiyun is, but he has served Yuan Yunzhong since he was a child, but he knows that Yuan Yunzhong has a habit, whenever Yuan Yunzhong encounters something that he can't make a quick decision, he will put his hands behind his back, Fortune-telling in the way of swallowing money in one's sleeve can make oneself calmer and more rational.

He couldn't help but glance at Yuan Yunzhong again, but he continued to talk to Song Jiyun: "This is what the elders in the family said."

He also raised the tray in his hand and said: "Miss Song has been working so hard these days, how can I let you do it yourself, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

As he spoke, he put the tray on the square table in the middle of the Zen chair, and said, "Try it and see if you like it!"

In the past, he only heard that firing a kiln was hard work, but that was just what he heard. This time, he stayed in the kiln factory for a few days before he realized how hard it was to fire a kiln.He said these few words with sincerity, which made it difficult for Song Jiyun to be perfunctory.

"I'm used to it!" She didn't greet Shao Qing politely, and let Shao Qing pass her a cup of longan and red date tea, "After handing over the order from the Royal Kiln Factory, the pressure won't be so great."

"Then can't you rest for a few days?" Shao Qing said.

"There are other things in the kiln factory, there is no time to rest." Song Jiyun said, secretly thinking about putting some distance away from Yuan Yunzhong. After a few days, everyone will forget about it.

She simply said that she would go to Hong's house tomorrow to thank her.

Shao Qing was very surprised, and quickly cast another glance at Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong stood in front of the desk, with his head down, looking at the drawing that Song Jiyun had just drawn.

Song Jiyun didn't notice Shao Qing's actions, and said there: "Whether the mud is used or not, it has always made the Hong family worry, and I should personally thank you."

"That's right!" Shao Qing echoed, "After all, everyone still lives on the streets."

But before his words fell, Yuan Yunzhong's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Okay!" he said, "I still have to go to Hong's house tomorrow, if there is nothing important, let's go early!"

His expression was flat, and his voice was unhurried, as if nothing had happened.

That's it!
Song Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately got up to leave.

(End of this chapter)