Enter the Room

Yuan Yunzhong's dissatisfaction almost turned into reality.

Song Jiyun said hurriedly: "That's not the case. It's just that I just gave a set to Magistrate Jiang today. It's fine if you use it for yourself, but if you give it to someone else, I'm afraid it will look bad and be criticized."

Yuan Yunzhong disagreed.

When Song Jiuyun saw it, he had no choice but to ask Xiang Hairao to find Zheng Quan, and asked Zheng Quan to open the warehouse and bring over a tea set.

Yuan Yunzhong was a little surprised and said: "Didn't you say that this is my father's collection, and this is the only one?"

How could he believe such a scene?

Song Jiyun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her coldly.

She hurriedly suppressed her smile and explained: "There is indeed only one set. But back then, in order to give gifts to dignitaries, my father specially made a kiln of blue and white thin tea sets. Although the shape of the tea sets was exactly the same, the patterns were very different. Because it uses Suma Liqing, which is almost extinct in the previous dynasty, the blue and white produced are rich and colorful, so they are given away as treasures, that’s why they say so.”

"Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong said lightly, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as if he couldn't help it.

Song Jiyun felt that he seemed quite happy.

She was a little dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this guy?

Normally when she talks to him in nice words, she would hit a sore spot in him somewhere, and he would give her a cold look. Today, she smiled at him without concealing it, and he looked very happy?

Song Jiyun couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it in detail - even if she thought about it carefully, sometimes she couldn't understand it.

But she still gave him an idea with a smile: "Although it is not an antique, the materials used and the craftsmanship are very exquisite. It is very similar to the porcelain used by the royal family in the previous dynasty. A casual person will never be able to tell that it is imitation. If you like, You can choose a suit according to your taste, and it’s good for you to use it yourself.”

Who knew that Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her and said, "No need!"

Song Jiuyun was puzzled and fell into the fog of his relationship with Yuan Yunzhong again.

Then why did he ask her for the tea set angrily?

Could it be that you dislike those tea sets that are not unique?

Song Jiyun thought for a moment and said, "How about I bake a kiln just for you? It doesn't matter if you use it for yourself or give it to someone else. It's not too shabby."

"Okay!" Yuan Yunzhong muttered, his chin slightly raised, and his expression was indescribably noble, as if she was begging him to make porcelain for him, and he had to agree out of love.

How can someone be so arrogant yet so arrogant that people don’t find them annoying?

Song Jiuyun couldn't help laughing.

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By the time Zheng Quan came over with several boys sweating profusely and holding more than a dozen tea sets, Yuan Yunzhong had long disappeared. Only Song Jiyun was left in the brightly lit study. What to look at.

"Where is Mr. Yuan?" he asked while urging the boy to carefully place the tea set on the table.

Song Jiyun raised his head and said "Oh" in a daze. It took him a while to come back to his senses and said, "It's so late, why don't I keep him for midnight snacks?"

Zheng Quan looked at the tea sets piled high, sighed feebly, and said, "What should I do with these tea sets?"

"Put it here!" Song Jiyun's eyes returned to the desk, "Maybe our little official will change his mind tomorrow and have to go back and forth again. Let's wait until he reads it."

Small public examination?

Does it mean Mr. Yuan?

Did he hear it wrong?

Zheng Quan thought about it and did not correct these innocuous things. He stepped forward to help Song Jiyun pick out the wicks and said: "It's getting late. Miss, you should go to bed early! Manager Wu personally delivered the Hong family's porcelain. , Mr. Hong and the two Mr. Hong were very happy to see it, Mr. Hong also said that he would come to visit you tomorrow."

Song Jiuyun raised his head.

Zheng Quancai discovered a painting on the desk.

However, a few strokes of different thicknesses vividly outline a smiling Maitreya Buddha.

He was shocked.

Although he could not draw and had not read many books, he was deeply influenced by the Song family and his appreciation level was not low.

"Who painted this?" He asked hurriedly, "Is it a newly acquired painting by the young lady? When did Jingdezhen produce such a powerful painter? Can you persuade him to be a tribute to the Song family kiln?"

Kiln factories usually have difficulty finding painters who can paint on their own.

Song Jiyun curled his lips and said, "It was painted by Mr. Yuan."

"Ah!" Zheng Quan couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He glanced at the tea sets piled aside and suddenly felt that they were not so annoying anymore.

"It was painted for his own tea set." Song Jiyun put down the painting in his hand, leaned back on the Taishi chair, and said quietly, "I told you not to use it for others. If you didn't burn it, I smashed it all and threw it in the river. You were not allowed to keep it. Just a little bit left. Compare it to royal porcelain."

Zheng Quan didn't know how to comfort her, and after a while he said dryly: "But Mr. Yuan is quite capable. With his skills, he will definitely be very popular as a painter in the Royal Kiln Factory."

Yuan Yunzhong?

In Song Jiuyun's mind, an expressionless little man holding a brush and wearing a coarse apron appeared in his mind.

She couldn't help but laugh.

Xiangzhan ran in and said that Shao Qing wanted to see him.

Song Jiyun smiled and went to the hall to meet Shao Qing.

Shao Qing looked helpless and said: "On the Master's order, let me put a seal on his painting."

Song Jiyun listened, blinked his eyes, and whispered to him: "Then can you help me cover it with some blank rice paper?"

Shao Qing laughed out loud, followed her example, blinked at her, and whispered: "Then can you help me keep the secret?"

After a moment of silence, a burst of cheerful laughter erupted in the hall.

Song Jiyun copied several paintings by Yuan Yunzhong overnight, and early the next morning he called the painter from the kiln to discuss how to transfer Yuan Yunzhong's paintings to porcelain.

Mr. Hong comes to visit.

In addition to expressing that he was very satisfied with the porcelain he received, he also sent invitations from Hong Zhao and Guanli, the second son of the Hong family: "Miss Song must come by then!" He also seemed to understand Song Jiyun's thoughts, emphasizing He said, "Our family doesn't have a person to host the ceremony, so we don't prepare a banquet for the female family members. A little tea is served as a congratulation to our family. The main reason is that my grandfather wants to meet Miss Song."

Song Jiuyun will not go even more.

She greeted Hong Xi for a few words and then served tea to see the guests off.

Zheng Quan, who was accompanying him, frowned and murmured in a low voice: "This Mr. Hong is quite strange. Are you asking you to attend their wedding banquet? Or are you asking not to go?"

The Hong family was just an ordinary neighbor to Song Jiyun. She had no intention of getting close to them, let alone wondering about Hong Xi's intentions.

She asked about Song Daliang's kiln: "Has it left the kiln?"

"A kiln has come out!" Zheng Quan said disdainfully, "It's all blue and white. More than two thousand blanks were put in, and only seven or eight pieces were fired. I heard that I was so anxious that my mouth blistered. If this continues, it won't work. Within half a year, his kiln factory will close down again."

Song Jiyun was noncommittal and just told him: "Keep watching and see what kind of porcelain their family burns?"