Enter the Room

In Yinyu Hall, Yuan Yunzhong was standing under the eaves in a thin preaching robe with a long body.

In the yard, several young men were humming and fisting.

Shao Qing stood behind him and said, "Hong Xi is here!"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't say anything. With a "click", the branch extending diagonally from the eaves of the corridor was broken.

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In the hall, Song Jiyun was quite surprised when he looked at the big shopkeepers and master chefs talking in twos and threes.

According to etiquette, when Hong Xi came to visit her, he should send someone to send her a message in advance and agree on the time and place to meet.

It was very rude of him to come here so hastily.

She thought for a while and asked Zheng Quan in a low voice: "Do you know why he came?"

Zheng Quan also whispered back to her: "It's about making porcelain."

That's even more inappropriate.

He didn't ask the boy who delivered the samples yesterday to bring her a message.

She mused: "You invite him to sit in the flower hall for a while, and I'll finish the work here first."

Zheng Quan left the hall quietly.

Seeing that everyone had finished talking, Song Jiyun said to everyone: "If everyone has nothing else to do, we will disperse. Everyone will go back to prepare for the bidding."

Everyone stopped talking and expressed that they would be well prepared for the bidding. They stood up and left together with each other.

Song Jiyun sent them out and went to the flower hall.

Hong Xi was wearing a sapphire blue silk robe with bamboo pattern, and was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the flower hall, drinking tea, accompanied by Zheng Quan.

The soft morning light came in, making his face look like a crown jewel.

"Master Hong." Song Jiyun greeted him with a smile.

Hong Xi quickly put down the teacup in his hand: "Miss Song!"

He bowed to Song Jiuyun, then raised his head, his eyes like stars: "Miss Song, I have taken the liberty to come to the door, sorry to disturb you. I just obeyed the authority in an urgent matter and had to do it. Please don't blame Miss Song."

This kind of Hong Xi is more handsome than Song Jiuyun's impression.

"Master Hong, you're welcome!" She smiled and greeted Hong Xi. The two of them sat down separately. The maids served refreshments. Hong Xi talked about the reason for his visit: "Last night, the steward of the farm paid tribute to my grandfather by a few pounds. The thick wine, my ancestor drank too much, and I only saw the gourd bottle you sent me this morning."

As he spoke, he opened the brocade box at hand and said with a smile: "My ancestors particularly like the picture of dogwood painted by Miss Song. Let me tell you, I will burn fifty gourds of good fortune, wealth and longevity according to the picture you drew. , and burn fifty more offering plates.”

He also took a few silver checks and handed them to her: "This is a deposit of five hundred taels of silver."

Song Jiuyun's expression was a little subtle.

Yuan Yunzhong's crow's mouth really made him right. The Hong family is headed by Hong Xi's grandfather.

She was complaining in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She didn't accept the check, but said: "It's just the delivery date..."

Hong Xi smiled and said: "There will be three gentlemen and a dozen students from Heshan Academy. Just keep the gourds of happiness, wealth, longevity and happiness close to them. For the other people, I will discuss with my grandfather and send them later. Just burn as many as you can. Give a few away. As for the fifty offering plates, I plan to store them and use them as gifts in the future when something happens at home."

Song Jiuyun then asked Zheng Quan to collect the banknote and told him: "You will take it to the kiln factory's accounting room later to record it."

Zheng Quan counted the banknotes in front of Hong Xi. When he saw that the bills matched, he nodded to Song Jiyun and said "hmm".

Hong Xi smiled and said, "I also brought something to Miss Song."

Song Jiuyun was surprised.

The steward behind Hong Xi waved his hand, and seven or eight young men walked in one after another, holding brocade boxes.

"I know that Miss Song has put a lot of effort into making porcelain for our family." Hong Xi said apologetically, "No amount of thanks can be enough. Please don't refuse, Miss Song, and let me express my gratitude and alleviate the debt in my heart."

Song Jiyun didn't expect Hong Xi to do this. She waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Master Hong takes care of our family's business. It's up to us to back up generous gifts and visit you and Mr. Song. How can we let you spend money!"

She remembered Yuan Yunzhong's words and added: "Our family still has filial piety, and it is not allowed to walk around outside too much. If there is anything rude, please let Mr. Hong handle it."

After speaking, he motioned to Zheng Quan to return the brocade box to the Hong family.

Hong Xi saw it and smiled and said: "Not all are for Miss Song, some are for Mrs. Song and the second and third young ladies of the Song family - I should have paid a visit a long time ago, but I never had the chance."

He said in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "Ms. Song doesn't want to introduce me to Mrs. Song, does she?"

Before Yuan Yunzhong's words, Song Jiyun might have hesitated for a while, but after hearing Yuan Yunzhong's words, she politely refused without much thought: "I understand Mr. Hong's wishes for my mother. It's just my father. I just went there, and my mother was hit hard. Except for my father's funeral, she ignored everything. I had no choice but to let Mr. Hong down!"

Hong Xi couldn't hide his surprise, but he quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "Then I should put the things away, otherwise I will have to hide my face and return."

If Song Jiyun refuses again, it will be unkind.

She didn't mean to offend anyone, so she thanked Zheng Quan repeatedly and asked Zheng Quan to accept the things.

Unexpectedly, Hong Xi said again: "I want to invite Miss Song to Wensi Tower to enjoy flowers and drink tea!"

Wensilou is the largest bookstore in Liang County. The owner's surname is Wen, and he is a scholar. Everyone calls him Mr. Wen.

He built a small garden behind the bookstore, divided it into small private rooms, and turned it into a teahouse, which was very popular with scholars and squires.

Song Jiyun's eyes widened.

This was the first time she had received such an invitation since she became Song Jiyun.

In ancient times, wasn't it very particular about "men and women should not be intimate with each other"?

She couldn't help but look at Hong Xi.

Hong Xi did not dodge, but looked at her steadily, his dark eyes like twinkling stars, showing unmistakable seriousness and sincerity, as if there was nothing else worthy of his attention in the world except her answer.

He looked like he was going to confess his love to her!

Song Jiyun's heart thumped and he was stunned.

Hong Xi had already said: "I heard that Mr. Wen from Wensilou came back from Hangzhou to find some ink chrysanthemums. He was very rare and wanted to hold an elegant party in a few days. I thought about so many things that happened in the Song family during this time, Everyone must be exhausted, so I would like to invite Miss Song, Mrs. Song and the other two Miss Song to take a look and relax."

Did she misunderstand?

Song Jiyun was a little unsure, but since she had no intention of becoming a close friend of the Hong family, she naturally declined politely: "Thank you so much, Mr. Hong! My father Qiqi's memorial day is coming soon, and your batch of custom-made porcelain must be arranged as soon as possible. I’m just afraid that I will disappoint Young Master Hong.”

"I was negligent." Hong Xi apologized repeatedly and said disappointedly, "I heard that the newly appointed parent officer of Liang County will also go there. That's why I asked Miss Song to go with him."

Song Jiyun frowned secretly in her heart, but it was undeniable that she was moved by his words.

She hasn’t met the newly appointed parent officer in Liang County yet!

She smiled at Hong Xi, her black and white eyes were bright and bright, she picked up the tea cup and brushed the floating leaves with the tea lid and said: "Thank you, Mr. Hong, for telling me the news. Mr. Yuan and I will go together!"

Still haven’t made it before 12 o’clock...