Enter the Room

   Say it and do it.

  In order not to send the greeting card and then go there, but to startle the snake.

  Song Jiyun went to talk to Mrs. Qian.

  Moving with emotion, Mrs. Qian repacked the tonic from Mrs. Wang and asked Song Jiyun to carry it as a gift.

  Song Jiyun went back to his yard, changed clothes, and was accompanied by Madam Zheng to the sedan hall.

   Unexpectedly, I saw a slender and tall figure in the sedan hall.

  With his hands behind his back, he wore a moon white brocade gown woven with light purple auspicious clouds and flowers, and stood indifferently under the eaves.

  The sunlight outside the hall shone obliquely on his hem, and the silver thread of the brocade was shining brightly, but it was not half as bright as the jade-like white and flawless face under the thick shade.

   "Young Master Yuan!" Song Jiyun couldn't help but pause slightly, and whispered in surprise.

   Didn't you say you didn't return all night?

   When did he come back?

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his jaw slightly, the distinct jawline looked extraordinarily graceful, and there was a hint of arrogance faintly revealed in his reserved expression, which was shockingly handsome.

  Song Jiyun praised in his heart, smiled and lifted his skirt, and quickly stepped up the steps of the sedan hall.

   "Why are you here?" She asked strangely.

  Yuan Yunzhong said lightly, "I just came back!"

   Song Jiyun blinked.

   Yuan Yunzhong didn't even have a servant around him.

  She didn't find any unfamiliar sedan chairs or mule-drawn carriages.

   I wonder how he came back?

   But she didn't think much of it.

  Since he can come and go freely, how can he let her talk? !

  She looked behind him with a smile and said, "Why didn't you see Mr. Shao?"

  Yuan Yunzhong's brows and eyes turned cold a little bit, and his voice seemed a little stiff, he said: "He still has something to do."

Song Jiyun really wanted to ask "what's the matter", but seeing his expression, she still snuffed out the curiosity in her heart, and greeted him politely: "Don't just mind your own business. Although it's already the beginning of autumn , it is cool in the morning and evening, but the sun at noon is quite strong. You should be careful not to get sunburned when you go out. "

  Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal, but his eyes warmed up, and his mood improved obviously.

   It's not in vain that he blocked her once.

  When Song Jiyun saw her, she felt better. She said, "Then I won't bother you. I'm about to go out. If you need anything, tell Manager Wu."

  Yuan Yunzhong is slightly stagnant.

  Song Jiyun waved his hand briskly to bid him farewell: "I'll go first!"

  She smiled and led Madam Zheng out of the sedan chair hall.

  Yuan Yunzhong stood with his hands behind his back and didn't move for a long time.

   There was a wind blowing, and a half-yellow leaf fluttered and fell on the smooth bluestone ground at his feet.

  Yuan Yunzhong lowered his eyes, staring at the leaf whirling in the wind, suddenly kicked the whirling leaf away, and strode away from the sedan hall.

  Song Cumulus did not notice these.

  Her thoughts are all on the eldest wife and Song Tao.

  She tapped her left palm lightly with her right hand, thinking about what she should do if the problem happened to the eldest wife, and what she should do if it happened to Song Tao.

   Fortunately, Song Daliang was not far from her home, so she quickly got off the sedan chair in front of the Chuihua Gate.

  Maybe she didn't expect Song Jiyun to come, and the one who came to greet her was the most considerate nun beside the eldest wife.

  She looked a little flustered, and said in a dry voice: "I didn't expect the eldest lady to come. Please hurry up! Our eldest wife and third lady are guarding the elder's side. If you are rude, please forgive me."

   "What's the matter, nanny!" Song Jiyun didn't take it seriously, and accompanied her to the main room, he asked with concern, "Master Song hasn't woken up yet?"

  The nanny obviously got the order, and said in embarrassment: "Not yet. The old man drank too much yesterday, and bumped his head on the pillar while reeling."

  Song Jiyun pretended not to know, and went to the hall of the main house with that nun.

  The eldest wife with a haggard face and swollen eyes came out of the inner room with the curtain lifted.

"You are here to see your uncle!" She said weakly, she just glanced behind her, but she didn't reach out to lift the curtain, and she didn't mean to invite her in. "He is still in a coma, and several doctors are guarding the bed. Side. You don't have to worry too much."

Song Jiyun sighed and helped the eldest wife, and while going to the Arhat couch in the hall, he said softly: "I came to see you—Master Song has broken off the relationship with our family, no matter how thick-skinned our family is, we can't lose face Let others step on the ground. Master Song doesn't remember how my father treated him, but I still remember that every time our sisters come to you, you will give us a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus candies."

  The eldest wife was taken aback for a moment, and then her eyes were moist: "My good boy, it's rare that you have affection and miss me."

  Song Jiyun helped her sit down on the Luohan couch, and said: "Don't worry too much, the most important thing is to take care of your health, otherwise it will drag you down, who will preside over the affairs of this family."

  After she finished speaking, she ordered the servants in the room to bring hot water in, and to help the eldest lady clean her face: "You are too tired like this. Applying a hot handkerchief to your face will make you feel better."

   and said: "Mother was very anxious when she found out. I was afraid that there would be no one on your side to help, but it was too difficult for the widow to come here in person, so she urged me to come here."

   After finishing speaking, he opened his eyes and looked around: "Why didn't you see Tianbao and Sister Tao?"

  The eldest wife's eyes flickered slightly, and said: "They guarded your uncle all night yesterday, and I let them go to rest."

  Song Jiyun agreed very much, saying: "Master Song doesn't know when he will wake up, he can't drag everyone here."

   There is a maid who is close to the eldest wife to help the eldest wife apply the face, and also bring bird's nest to the eldest wife and Song Jiyun.

  Song Jiyun ate the bird’s nest with the eldest wife, and gave the eldest wife an idea: "Should I invite the master from Longhu Mountain to take a look? My father left a name card of Zhang Longhushan Zhang Tianshi."

   "No need!" The eldest lady said in a hurry, her voice was sharp, which was particularly harsh in the quiet hall.

  Caught off guard, Song Jiyun seemed to be frightened, showing shock on his face.

   Annoyance flashed in the eyes of the eldest lady, and she hurriedly said as if to make amends: "Zhang Tianshi's famous post is hard to find, and it is better not to leave it unless it is a last resort."

  Song Jiyun heard the words, slowly put down the small blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand, and said considerately: "Then when you want it, send someone to get it."

  The eldest lady looked relaxed and thanked her repeatedly.

  Song Jiyun hesitated to speak, his face full of embarrassment.

  The eldest wife couldn't hold back, and said, "What's wrong?"

  Song Jiyun considered it carefully: "I'm a little worried that you will be dragged down by the kiln factory."

  The eldest wife was stunned, and tightened her hand holding the small bowl of bird's nest.

"It's true that the kiln can't produce porcelain, which is a heavy loss, but it's also a heavy loss if it doesn't open the kiln for a long time." Song Jiyun said earnestly, "Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about this pile master. His experience is day by day. It was fired day after day, year after year. If he does not open the kiln for a long time, his grasp of the fire will gradually lose precision."

She gave an example that the eldest wife could understand: "It's like those embroiderers, no matter how exquisite their craftsmanship is, if they don't hold needles for a long time or practice for a few days, it is difficult to return to the previous level. Embroidery work is just a loss of silk and embroidery thread, but the master of porcelain burning is doing bad work, but it is a kiln after furnace!"