Enter the Room

Just do it.

So as not to send a greeting card and then go there, but it will alarm the snake.

Song Jiyun went to talk to Mr. Qian.

Mrs. Qian was filled with emotion, repackaged the supplements sent by Mrs. Wang, and asked Song Jiyun to carry them as gifts.

Song Jiyun returned to his yard, changed his clothes, and was accompanied by Aunt 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 and light-purple brocade of auspicious clouds and flowers, and stood indifferently under the eaves.

The sunlight outside the hall shone slantly on his clothes, and the silver threads of the brocade shone brightly, but it was not half as bright as his jade-white and flawless face under the heavy shade.

"Mr. Yuan!" Song Jiyun couldn't help but paused slightly, and whispered in surprise.

Didn't you say you stayed out all night?

When did he come back?

Yuan Yunzhong raised his chin slightly. The distinct jawline looked particularly graceful. His reserved expression revealed a bit of arrogance, and he was so handsome that it was thrilling.

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

"Why are you here?" she asked strangely.

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

Song Jiuyun blinked.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't even have anyone serving him.

She didn't find any strange sedan or mule-carriage.

I wonder how he came back?

But she didn't think much of it.

Since he can come and go freely, how can he allow her to comment? !

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

Yuan Yunzhong's eyebrows grew colder, and his voice became stiff as he said, "He still has something to do."

Song Jiyun wanted to ask "What's the matter", but when she saw his expression, she suppressed her curiosity and greeted him politely: "Don't just worry about your own business. Even though it's already the beginning of autumn. , it’s cool in the morning and evening, but the sun is quite strong at noon. You should be careful not to get burned when you go out.”

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

It was worth noting that he blocked her once.

When Song Jiyun saw her, her mood improved. She said, "Then I won't disturb you. I'm just about to go out. If you need anything, tell Manager Wu to take care of it."

Yuan Yunzhong is slightly stagnant.

Song Jiyun waved to him briskly and said goodbye: "I'm leaving first!"

She smiled and led Nanny Zheng out of the sedan hall.

Yuan Yunzhong stood with his hands behind his back and did not move for a long time.

The wind blew, and a half-yellow leaf fluttered and fell on the smooth bluestone ground at his feet.

Yuan Yunzhong lowered his eyes and stared at the leaf spinning in the wind. He suddenly kicked away the spinning leaf and left the sedan hall with a quick stride.

Song Jiuyun didn't notice these.

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

She tapped her left palm gently with her right hand, wondering what she should do if the problem was with the eldest wife, and what she should do if the problem was with Song Tao.

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

Maybe she didn't expect Song Jiyun to come, but the person who came to greet her was the most caring nanny around the eldest wife.

She looked a little panicked and said in a dry voice: "I didn't expect the eldest lady to come here. Please hurry up and invite me! Our eldest wife and third young lady are all guarding the eldest man. Please forgive me if I am rude."

"What are you talking about, mama!" Song Jiyun didn't take it seriously, and let her accompany him to the main room, asking with concern, "Master Song, haven't you woken up yet?"

The grandma obviously got the order and said in embarrassment: "Not yet. Yesterday, the elder drank too much and hit his head on a pillar while staggering."

Song Jiyun pretended not to know and went to the main hall with the nanny.

The old lady with a haggard face and swollen eyes lifted the curtain and walked out of the inner room.

"You're here to see your uncle!" She said weakly. She just glanced behind her, but didn't reach out to lift the curtain. She didn't mean to invite her in. "He's still unconscious, and several doctors are guarding the bed. Bian. You don’t have to worry too much.”

Song Jiyun sighed and helped the eldest lady, and while walking to the Arhat couch in the hall, he said warmly: "I'm here to see you - Mr. Song has broken off the relationship with our family. No matter how thick-skinned our family is, we can't lose our face." Throw it on the ground and let others step on it. Mr. Song doesn't remember how my father treated him, but I still remember that every time our sisters came to your place, you would give us a few pieces of osmanthus jelly candy."

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, then her eyes were filled with tears: "Good boy, it's rare that you have such kindness and still think about me."

Song Jiyun helped her sit down on the Arhat couch and said, "Don't be too anxious. The most important thing is to take care of yourself, otherwise you will wear down your body. Who will take charge of the affairs of this family."

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

He also said: "My mother was very anxious when she found out. She was afraid that no one would help you, but because the widow was at home, she couldn't come in person, so she urged me to come over."

After saying that, he opened his eyes and looked around: "Why don't you see Tianbao and Sister Tao?"

The eldest lady's eyes flashed slightly and she said, "They guarded your eldest uncle all night yesterday, and I asked them to rest."

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

The eldest lady's personal maid served the eldest lady to apply facial makeup, and even brought bird's nests to the eldest lady and Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun and the eldest wife ate bird's nest together, and even gave the eldest wife some advice: "Would you like to invite the master from Longhu Mountain to come and have a look? My father left a famous post from Master Zhang Tian of Longhu Mountain."

"No need!" the eldest lady said urgently, her voice sharp, which seemed particularly harsh in the quiet hall.

Caught off guard, Song Jiyun looked astonished as if he had been frightened.

Annoyance flashed in the eldest lady's eyes, and she hurriedly said remedially: "Master Zhang's famous post is worth a thousand gold, so it's better not to do anything unless it is absolutely necessary."

Hearing this, Song Jiyun 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 lady couldn't hold it back and said, "What's wrong?"

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

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

"It is true that the kiln will suffer heavy losses if it cannot produce porcelain, but it will also suffer heavy losses if it delays opening the kiln." Song Jiyun said seriously, "If I don't talk about anything else, let's talk about this Zhuang master. His experience is day by day. It was fired day after day, year after year. As he delayed opening the kiln, his grasp of the heat gradually lost precision."

She gave an example that the eldest lady could understand: "Just like those embroiderers, no matter how exquisite their craftsmanship is, if they don't hold the needle for a long time and practice for several days to find the feel of the hand, it will be difficult to return to the previous level. But the embroiderers are bad at embroidery. If the embroidery work is done, we just lose some silk embroidery threads, but if the master of porcelain firing fails, he will lose one kiln after another!"