Enter the Room

Yuan Yunzhong raised his chin slightly and said coldly and arrogantly: "Let's talk about it then!"

He said, taking the brocade box containing the exquisite ball: "Just right, I'm missing a curtain footer."

When there is strong wind, the door curtains are easy to be blown around. People who are more particular will attach small heavy objects to the corners of the curtains, which can not only hold the corners of the curtains down from being blown up by the wind, but also serve as decorations.

But gold and silver are relatively soft and will deform after being bumped a few times, not to mention they are hollow.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but asked: "Is it too light?"

Yuan Yunzhong stared at her with burning eyes, as if he was determined to win, and said: "You can't bear to part with it, right?"

Song Jiyun thought of the one hundred thousand taels of silver he had promised to him...compared to the gold and silver exquisite balls, they were nothing compared to the big ones.

She simply spread her hands and said, "Whatever suits you!"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her sideways, turned around and walked out.

Song Jiyun politely sent him out of the flower hall and stood under the eaves, preparing to watch him leave.

Who knew that he also stopped and said abruptly: "What are the rules for the flower viewing party?"

Song Jiyun was overjoyed.

Did he agree?

"I just heard about it too." She told him the news she knew from Hong Xi, and added, "I don't know the specific time, and I haven't received an invitation. I'm about to send someone to inquire."

Yuan Yunzhong said an ambiguous "hmm" and walked away leisurely.

Song Jiyun watched the warm autumn sun leaking through the shadows of the flowers and trees and falling on his spotless shoulders. He pursed his lips and smiled, standing under the eaves and watching him leave. After a while, he called Zheng Quan and asked him to inquire about the flower viewing banquet.

Zheng Quan quickly found out the news.

"The time is set for tomorrow." He looked a little unhappy. "They said they only invited about twenty people. Only those with invitations can attend the banquet. Those without invitations will not be received even if they come to the door."

He paused at the end and added: "Only the Ninth Master of the Song family received the invitation."

Song Jiyun suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

For banquets like this, posts are usually posted several days in advance. The person who sends the post will also inform the attendees of the banquet of the day's itinerary. Those attending the banquet should also prepare clothes, gifts, etc. in advance.

She had not received the invitation at this time, and it was obvious that the host had no intention of inviting her this time.

The key is that she didn't hear any disturbance.

Song Jiyun was silent for a long time, and then asked Aunt Zheng to come over, told her about the matter, and said: "Immediately prepare a generous gift and go to Master Wang's house, saying that I want to visit Master Wang and see Mrs. Wang." How to say?"

There is a saying in Liang County that "the master book is made of iron and the county magistrate is made of flowing water".

In this matter, I'm afraid I have to ask the King's Director for help.

Aunt Zheng knew that the matter was of great importance, so she kept saying "yes" and immediately went to Wang's house in a sedan chair, and came back an hour later.

"Miss," she said excitedly, "Mrs. Wang said that Mr. Wang has time to see you after dinner."

Song Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief and counted the time to go to Master Wang's house.

Mr. Wang's family lived in the back street of the county government office, just a stone's throw away from Wensi Building.

When Song Jiyun passed by, he saw that the Wensi Building was bustling with people. Seven or eight young men were setting up ladders to hang red lanterns. There were also a few old women washing the green bricks in front of the door with water. They seemed to be preparing for tomorrow's banquet.

She lowered the sedan curtain and entered Wang's house quietly.

Mrs. Wang is a woman in her forties, of medium height, fair and plump, with a friendly smile.

When Song Youliang was alive, Song Jiyun had met Qian several times when he accompanied her to weddings and weddings.

When she saw Song Jiyun, Mrs. Wang held her hand with tears in her eyes without waiting for her to salute: "Good boy, it's really hard for you!"

Mr. Qian is not good at socializing. Although Mr. Wang has a good relationship with Song Youliang, Mrs. Wang and Ms. Qian do not have a close relationship.

When she said this, whether she was sincere or just for fun, Song Jiyun's eyes turned red, and he insisted on giving Mrs. Wang a blessing gift, saying, "What's wrong with me? Our family can be where we are today, thanks to you and Mr. Wang." Make the decision. My mother and I didn’t say it, but we knew it in our hearts! No, when I encounter something, I will come to you with a shameful face again. "

Mrs. Wang was secretly surprised and her eyes fell on her face.

Her eyes were sad, but her tense jaw revealed perseverance. Like a camellia that was still blooming despite frost and snow, it was so beautiful that it also made people feel safe and stable.

This kid is a person who can achieve great things!

This thought immediately came to her mind.

Looking at Song Jiyun again, her attitude became more solemn subconsciously: "I watched you grow up. If we don't help you, who will we help?"

The two of them talked affectionately and drank two cups of tea before Master Wang came back.

Mrs. Wang introduced Song Jiyun to Master Wang and found an excuse to retreat.

Mr. Wang is a thin man, wearing a green official uniform embroidered with quail patches. He has deep Sichuan lines between his eyebrows, a goatee, and a rather serious face.

Song Jiyun bowed and expressed his intention in a tactful manner.

Mr. Wang pinched his goatee and said awkwardly: "The Song family is also a well-known family in Liang County, but you are a female generation after all. This is the first time Mr. Jiang has appeared in Liang County. We don't know his nature. I'm afraid. Something went wrong, Mr. Wen didn't invite you."

"That's it!" Song Jiyun said disappointedly. He didn't worry too much. Instead, he took out a brocade box and said, "Besides this matter, I have something else to ask you to give me an idea about."

She said, opening the brocade box.

There are two identical white porcelain narrow-necked plum vases side by side in the brocade box, but one is like ivory, simple and dignified; the other is like jade, crystal clear and moist.

Master Wang’s heart skipped a beat.

He had heard of the new porcelain fired at the Songjia kiln, which was named "Sweet White Porcelain" because it was as shiny as sugar.

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, took out the narrow-necked plum vase with glossy glaze, and said in a voiceless voice: "Is this, is this the 'sweet white porcelain'?"

"Sir, you have good eyesight." Song Jiyun smiled, "I brought one here specially, how about you help me take a look?"

Master Wang couldn't help but look at the lights.

The thin carcass can see the shadow of his fingers.

Song Jiyun said eloquently next to him: "Now that we have new porcelain, the old porcelain from the past will definitely no longer be used. I was wondering if we could discuss with Eunuch Wan to use the old porcelain for burning folk sacrifices." porcelain."

Master Wang’s hand holding the plum vase paused.

Song Jiyun continued: "But you also know that Duke Wan is a high-ranking official and not everyone can speak in front of him."

Master Wang put down the plum vase in his hand.

"Looking at the entire Liang County, you are the only one who can be the middleman. I would like to trouble you to help our family speak in front of Eunuch Wan." Song Jiyun paused and went to the king to book a blessing, "But as you just said , I am a female generation after all, and I am good at managing the kiln factory, but for social events like the flower viewing party hosted by Mr. Wen, I can only ask a noble uncle like you to help support and take care of it. "

Master Wang put his hands behind his back and watched her eyes gradually become sharper.

Song Jiyun smiled calmly under his gaze, took out another plum vase and placed it next to the sweet white porcelain plum vase.

Master Wang looked at the two plum vases and was silent for a long time. Then he called his personal attendant and said, "Give Miss Song an invitation to Wensi Building."