Enter the Room

The boy who came to report scratched his head and couldn't answer.

Song Jiyun believed that Yuan Yunzhong would not say such things for no reason.

She had dinner with Qian and went to Yuan Yunzhong's place.

Yuan Yunzhong is not here.

Shao Qing told her with some embarrassment: "Young Master has been waiting for you. I heard that you went to your wife's place first and then went out."

Song Jiyun smiled and took the tea poured by Shao Qing, sat leaning on the beauty under the eaves, and said, "Then when will he come back?"

Shao Qing said: "I don't know."

After saying that, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Then are you going to Bao'en Temple or Baxian Temple tomorrow?"

"Of course we're going to the Eight Immortals Temple." Song Jiyun gave him a strange look.

Mr. Yuan’s news... is still very well informed!

Then Song Jiuyun saw Shao Qing laughing as if he was relieved, and said cheerfully: "Miss Song, I found that your cook's skills are really good. I just told her what kind of roasted pigeon I wanted to eat, and she cooked it exactly the same. Come out. It's a pity that you have to go to the nunnery tomorrow, otherwise you can try it."

Song Jiyun was curious. Could it be that he had been hanging out with the fat cook in their kitchen these days?

"What kind of roasted pigeon is it?" she asked.

"I ate it in Guangzhou," Shao Qing said as if his mouth was watering. "It has a layer of honey sauce on the outside. The skin is sweet and crispy, but the meat is salty and delicious. Waiting for you to eat from the Eight Immortals When An comes back, I'll ask the cook to cook it again."

The two chatted for a while. Song Jiyun saw that she couldn't wait for Yuan Yunzhong and was going to the Eight Immortals Temple tomorrow, so she went back first.

But what she didn't know was that as soon as she left, Shao Qing hurried into the study room with a large open door next door. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said to Yuan Yunzhong: "Sir, you are going too far! At least we are living in the same room. The Song family, you don’t want to see anyone without saying a word. What if Miss Song walks in? "

Yuan Yunzhong was writing something with his head down at the desk. Hearing this, he glanced up at Shao Qing and said leisurely: "Aren't you going to the Eight Immortals Temple tomorrow?"

When Shao Qing heard this, he immediately felt like a deflated rubber ball and said helplessly: "I give up!"

The corners of Yuan Yunzhong's mouth curled up slightly, raising a shallow smile.

But Shao Qing still couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "What kind of temper? Miss Song is back, what's wrong with going to see her mother first? She's still nagging her so much that she doesn't see Miss Song! Fortunately, Miss Song has a good temper. I decided to go to the Eight Immortals Temple without saying anything, otherwise I still don’t know what kind of demon I want to be?”

Yuan Yunzhong had a sharp eye and a sharp ear, and looked at him intently.

He hurriedly pretended not to see it, turned around and left the study: "I'm going to clean up, and we'll go to the Eight Immortals Temple with us tomorrow."

*

Song Jiyun was busy for more than ten days and rarely came home. As soon as he lay down on the bed where he had slept since childhood, he fell asleep. The next day, he woke up with the push of a hairpin: "Miss, don't you get up again." , it’s going to be too late!”

She sat up with a start, and sat on the bed for a moment in a daze before she woke up.

After washing, eating, changing clothes, and going to Qian's place.

Song Jiyu and Song Jixue had already arrived and were chatting with Qian. Seeing the eldest sister, Song Jixue ran over excitedly, hugged her arm and shouted: "Sister, are we really going out to climb? Will it delay you? "What happened? I heard from my family that Song Tao took our family's recipe to compete with you," she said angrily, "When I grow up, I will help you bake porcelain together."

Song Jiyu has a gentle and shy personality. Although he is very happy to go out and relax, his eyes are bright. When he saw Song Jiyun, he just walked over embarrassedly. When he heard what Song Jixue said, he stopped her and said: "Sister is already so busy. Don't cause trouble for her. We are learning painting from Master Wang these days."

She said the last sentence to Song Jiyun.

Song Jiuyun was a little surprised.

Because she was reborn with the memories of her previous life, she refused to cooperate in anything she did since she was a child. She was probably a "naughty child" in the eyes of others.

Seeing that she was unwilling to learn painting from him, her father hired this master named Wang to teach her for a while.

Song Jiyu and Song Jixue were more "obedient" and were personally enlightened and taught by her father.

When Song Jixue saw her, she explained: "My second sister and I agreed that I will help you when you grow up."

Qian also said: "Your father always hoped that you would have a skill, so that no matter what happens in the future, you can make a bowl of rice with your own skills."

Song Jiyun put his arms around Song Jiyu's shoulders, smiled and said to Qian and Song Jixue, "Then I will wait for the day when you will succeed in your studies. Together, we will develop and expand the Song family kiln factory that dad left behind."

Song Jiuxue squeezed her little fist.

Everyone laughed.

Song Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone will gradually get over the sadness of losing Song Youliang, which is good.

While the family was chatting and laughing, Yuan Yunzhong and Shao Qing came over.

Song Jiuyun felt that Yuan Yunzhong, who was wearing a white fine preacher's robe, seemed more handsome than he thought.

She greeted Yuan Yunzhong with a smile.

Song Jixue even whispered to Song Jiyu: "Brother-in-law is so beautiful!"

It's just that it doesn't matter to the kid, everyone heard it.

Everyone laughed.

Yuan Yunzhong looked worried.

Song Jiuyun raised his eyebrows, and while everyone was getting on the carriage, he said to Yuan Yunzhong: "It's just a little girl's ignorant child, so you can't be more generous!"

He also warned him: "Everyone is having fun when we go out to play today, so don't let the fun down!"

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her sideways and said nothing, but his brows were much restrained.

When they arrived at the Eight Immortals Temple, there was indeed no one in the Eight Immortals Temple.

The abbot of Baxian Temple was naturally very enthusiastic when he saw them. Not only did he personally arrange the banquet, but he also personally accompanied Qian to visit the temple.

Song Jiyun followed Qian, listening to the solemn wind in the bamboo forest, smelling the fragrance of the bamboo leaves, looking at the green eyes, feeling as if he had been washed from the inside out.

So when they had a fast meal in the nunnery and the abbot began to make up a story to ask Qian for money for sesame oil, she let it go and did not stop him.

Yuan Yunzhong, on the other hand, glared at her several times as if he hated iron.

Song Jiuyun was puzzled.

From her understanding, Yuan Yunzhong is not someone who likes to worry about such minutiae.

She leaned over and asked him softly: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Yunzhong looked like that, I couldn't wait to say a word to her even though I felt tired.

He pointed to the main hall of the Eight Immortals Temple.

Song Jiyun didn't understand.

Because there are many women coming here, the Baxian Temple enshrines Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, who is seeking a child, instead of Sakyamuni like other temples.

What does this have to do with what he is trying to say?

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her with disgust and went straight to the main hall of Baxian Temple.

Song Jiyun immediately followed him.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has a majestic appearance, and the hands holding the pure vase are plump and beautiful.

Song Jiyun looked left and right, but he didn't understand what Yuan Yunzhong was going to do.