Enter the Room

  Chapter 22

  Shuixie, Yuan Yunzhong covered the cup with his hand and refused Song Daliang's drink again.

  Master Song Jiu nodded secretly, feeling that Yuan Yunzhong's non-drinking was a respect for Song Youliang, and he was very satisfied with his performance. Instead, it was Song Daliang who kept drinking and accompanying the guests, he looked uncomfortable.

  Song Youliang is the brother of his compatriots after all.

  He couldn't help scolding Song Daliang: "You also drink less!"

  Song Daliang chuckled, and sat unsteadily beside Grandpa Song Jiu.

"Listen to Master Jiu!" He said, looking at Yuan Yunzhong who was sitting opposite him, and felt that he should not listen to Yuan Yunzhong when he was sitting at the table, and sit on the chairman to accompany the guests, but should sit in Yuan Yunzhong. It's right next to you.

"Uncle!" He called Yuan Yunzhong with his tongue out, "You say, Mr. Li, you don't know Mr. Li Jin, but his brother-in-law is in the same department as your elder brother, so your elder brother is a Juren or a Scholars?"

  Before he finished speaking, the water pavilion was so quiet that the gurgling of the water under the floor could be heard.

  Yuan Yunzhong thought for a while, and said: "I'm not sure. I don't know if it's a brother-in-law of a direct relative, or just a brother-in-law with the same surname. I have to write a letter back and ask my elder brother."

"Write, write!" The old man looked at Yuan Yunzhong as if he was looking at a shining golden doll, "You can stay at ease. If the Zeng family dares to make trouble, don't mention me, just the elders sitting here , will not agree!"

  Yuan Yunzhong took a sip of water indifferently.

  The servant came in with iced lotus seed soup.

   It's just that after the boy served the dishes, he quietly stood at the floor cover and did not leave.

  In the past, the servants who served the dishes were all servants, but they all left as soon as the dishes were served.

  Suddenly someone came and refused to leave, Yuan Yunzhong couldn't help but glance at the boy.

  The boy looked very well-behaved, keeping his eyes on his nose and his heart, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

  Any abnormality is a demon.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at Zheng Quan who was standing under the eaves like a wooden stake, Yuan Yun moved slightly in his heart, and carefully played with the wine cup in his hand.

  It was only then that he discovered that they were using a set of porcelain with alum red lotus patterns.

  The royal banquet in the palace is nothing but such porcelain.

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows, hesitantly said to Song Daliang: "But the Zeng family is after all..."

  Song Daliang let out a "bah" and said, "Their family just wants to take advantage of our family."

Of course he couldn't talk about the pot falling, so he told an old story: "At that time, my father had just passed away, and the three of us brothers were still young, and my uncle's family also opened a kiln factory, so my mother handed over the kiln factory to me. Let my uncle take care of it. Now it’s all right. Our family loses money every year. In the end, we wish we could sell the kiln factory. My uncle’s family is getting more and more prosperous every year. It’s richer than ours. He took the money to buy our family’s kiln factory.”

Grandpa Song Jiu felt that this was a family scandal, so he couldn't help but glared at Song Daliang, changed his gentle face, and then said to Yuan Yunzhong: "Are you worried that you won't be able to explain it clearly? Then what do you mean? Let the second child Will the eldest daughter of the family get married when she is in filial piety?"

  When Song Daliang heard this, before Yuan Yunzhong could speak, he hurriedly said: "It's not a bad idea. Then the Zeng family also said that after they are married, they can still keep their filial piety."

  Yuan Yunzhong cast a sideways glance at Song Daliang, and said to Grandpa Song Jiu, "I want to take this marriage certificate to the yamen to make a record."

   In this way, this marriage is settled, and it is more decent and safer than getting married in a hot filial piety.

   Originally, Grandpa Song Jiu had doubts about whether Yuan Yunzhong knew Mr. Li, but now it is completely gone.

  If there were no elders who were officials at home, who would want to run into the yamen.

  He clapped his hands involuntarily and said: "Okay! This is the best. In the future, whoever dares to jump out and pretend to be married can send him to the yamen."

  Yuan Yunzhong raised the corners of his mouth.

  *

  In the small tea room in Zeng's courtyard, Song Jiyun was also eating.

  Everyone "eating without talking, sleeping without talking" sits in different groups. Occasionally, the sound of porcelain colliding will break the tranquility of the room, but it also makes the small tea room seem more quiet.

  A little maid walked in quickly and whispered in Song Jiyun's ear.

Song Jiyun put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said without hesitation: "Didn't you say that you are sick? It's a big deal to bring the food in. You go and tell her that when grandma is about to wake up, someone will replace her meal and let her Take good care of grandma."

   I'm afraid it's not Song Sanliang and his wife who are hungry, but her grandmother!

   Everyone looked up at her, but no one spoke.

  The little maid promised.

  Nurse Zheng stood outside the curtain and winked at Song Jiyun.

  Song Jiyun put down the spoon in his hand, stretched out his hand, and immediately a maid handed over the wet handkerchief.

   She wiped her hands and stood up, "I'll go out and see what's going on?"

  Mr. Qian nodded.

   Song Tao's gaze followed her and chased her out.

  Through the thin bamboo curtain, Song Jiyun and Madam Zheng were standing next to the hosta flowers in the yard and talking.

  The hosta flowers as white as jade are full of branches, like clusters of snowflakes under the light.

  But he couldn't see the expressions of Song Jiyun and Madam Zheng clearly.

   "What does she want to do?" Song Jiyun whispered.

Madam Zheng looked a little tired, and said: "I don't know! Ding Xiang found Mrs. Liao, saying that she was curious about what kind of person Mr. Yuan was, and asked Mrs. Liao to find a way to help find out. Mrs. Liao didn't dare to make her own decisions, so she came to me for advice. "

  Song Jiyun said "Oh" and said coolly: "Then help her find out!"

   "I think so too." Madam Zheng replied, "I'm afraid I might startle the snake, so I've already confessed to it, and Ah Quan will help keep an eye on it."

  Song Jiyun nodded, and stood by the hosta flower for a while before returning to the small tea room.

  A little maid was talking to Mrs. Wang: "The third wife said that the old lady is a bit uncomfortable, and she was a little flustered. You are older than her, and you have experienced more things than her. I want you to hurry over and help me find out."

   Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up.

Song Tao grabbed her mother and said to the little maid: "You go back to the third wife, Doctor Huang is waiting in the pagoda. If Doctor Huang doesn't look good, my mother neither knows medical skills nor Those who understand pharmacology are even more afraid to help me."

  She also said: "If the third wife can't make up her mind, she can ask the ninth grandfather. He is a scholar, and he has more opinions than us women in the inner courtyard of the deep house."

  The little maid suppressed a smile and bowed in response to "Yes", and retreated.

  Song Tao smiled at Song Jiyun, and greeted her with a joyful look on her brows: "Sister Yun, you're back. Is there anything important that Madam Zheng wants to see you?"

  Song Jiyun looked at her calmly.

  Jade-colored cordyceps gauze skirt, moon-white hang silk weave single drag skirt, jet-black blue silk **** with a white jade hairpin, with a small row of jasmine flowers inserted, and the pearl earrings hanging on the ears emit a lustrous luster. Elegant without losing the liveliness of a little girl.

   It's the same as usual.

   So what has changed?

  She said calmly: "It's nothing important, I told you about tomorrow's arrangements."

   I found that everyone has more imagination than me in choosing names, and I always go back and forth between those names...

  (end of this chapter)