Enter the Room

  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.

  Peach-red hang silk set off his slender fingers, making them 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 fishes raised its tail, as if it was about 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."

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

  For scholars, this is a very good blessing.

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

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

What's the meaning?

  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, but it can also be used."

  He repacked the two small wooden carvings into the pink purse, got up and went to the antique rack to find the golden five-color powder paper.

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

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

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

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

  She hurriedly 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 marks left by the wash of the blue and white porcelain brush 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 tell, 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 she can see her pink fingertips. They are clean, which makes people feel good.

  The hair is black and shiny, the forehead is clean and full, and there is a beautiful tip.

  The eyes are big and double, and the thick and long eyelashes hang down gently, leaving a shadow in the eye socket.

  The bridge of her nose is straight and straight, her lips are ruddy, like blooming roses, she looks extraordinarily gorgeous.

  Especially her expression, which is serious, focused, and calm...with the calmness and composure that can only be achieved with a chest.

  He is 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 Zhaojiaji, her blue knuckles under the moonlight.

   "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 why the imperial kiln went crazy? They used twine flowers and cloud dragon patterns..."

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

  Yuan Yunzhong was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head to look over.

  The warm and soft touch was on his lips.

  He saw Song Jiyun's surprised face.

  The autumn water-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 was just painting, she didn't notice Yuan Yunzhong at all, and she didn't know when he was so close to her, and even bent slightly, when she turned her head, she actually "wiped" his face.

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

  As long as she is not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed.

  She pretended to be nonchalant and prepared to take a step back.

  Yuan Yunzhong turned around unexpectedly.

  The corner of his mouth brushes her lips...

  The warm breath rushed across her face, making her scalp tingle with numbness.

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

  There was a "squeak" at the door, and a man's cheerful voice sounded in the room: "Miss Song, I made you longan red date tea, which nourishes blood and energy, and drinking it at night is just good for sleep."

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

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

   But he is a martial artist after all, he recovered after taking only two steps back, 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 smelled 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, honey is the best way 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?

   It shouldn't 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 but looked at Yuan Yunzhong, then at Song Jiyun, and unconsciously became cautious: "Take it out after the beginning of autumn, it can not only moisten the lungs, but also clear dryness..."

  Being a man in two lives, this is the first time Song Jiyun has encountered such a thing.

  She knew that she was still showing some discomfort.

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

  Shao Qing took a quick look at Yuan Yunzhong.

  Seeing Yuan Yunzhong standing there upright, with slightly drooping eyelids, 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 continued to talk to Song Jiyun: "This is what the elders in the family said."

   He even 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!"

  He used to only hear that firing a kiln is hard work, but that’s just what he heard. This time he stayed in the kiln factory for a few days before he realized how hard it is 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 will not 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 pattern Song Jiyun drew just now.

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

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

   It's just that 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)