Enter the Room

Song Jiyun sneered in his heart, took the handkerchief from Madam Zheng's hand, twisted his hair, and said, "Did the old man mention anything about throwing pots?"

It is impossible for Song Daliang to let go of this good opportunity without the participation of Zeng Shi and Song Sanliang.

Mother Zheng said in a low voice, "I did. But every time he started talking, he was interrupted by the Ninth Master. Hearing what the Ninth Master said, he wanted to wait for the Third Master to arrive tomorrow, and we will discuss it together."

Song Jiyun slowed down his hair-twisting hands, and pondered: "It should be that they also have their own ideas, and they will discuss a unified charter tonight."

She said, and handed the wet handkerchief to Madam Zheng.

Madam Zheng hurriedly took another piece of handkerchief and handed it to Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun took the veil and said softly, "Our family is now a child holding gold. There are many people with ideas!"

"Then what should we do?" Madam Zheng asked worriedly.

"Don't worry," Song Jiyun said, "I know it well!"

Madam Zheng's heartstrings relaxed slightly, and she said, "Then Miss Tao?"

"Let her squat there." Song Jiyun smiled nonchalantly, "Just to feed the mosquitoes in our home. They won't bite casually when they're full. But,"

She turned around and looked at Mother Zheng: "I still have to tell Ah Quan to let Ah Quan lead Mr. Yuan to the main entrance."

Madam Zheng pursed her lips and smiled.

The main entrance happened to be a place Song Tao couldn't see.

"Understood!" she said, "I'll give the order."

Song Jiyun nodded, twisting his hair slowly, thinking about what Yuan Yunzhong said in Shuixie.

I grew up in Jiangnan.

The ancestral business is in the capital.

The son inherited the father's business.

She believed that Yuan Yunzhong was not lying.

There is arrogance in his bones.

It's just a fake marriage certificate, and he wants to "change his name when he is going, and change his surname when he is sitting."

Impossible to lie about this.

Where did he grow up in Jiangnan? What is the livelihood of the capital? The son inherited his father's business, that is, he is doing the same thing as his father now.

Song Jiyun took out the marriage certificate, and his eyes fell on the words "Yuan Haoran".

Eighty or nine times out of ten this name is also true.

Unfortunately, the person she sent to inquire in the yamen did not find anything.

Song Jiyun didn't close his eyes for two days and one night, his upper eyelids were fighting with his lower eyelids, he just wanted to lie down on the bed and squint for a while.

She rubbed her eyes involuntarily, and said to Xiangzan: "I'll sleep first, Mr. Yuan is back, remember to wake me up."

Xiangzan hurriedly responded "Yes" and added some ice to the ice basin beside the bed.

Song Jiyun fell asleep after touching the pillow.

When she was woken up, she heard the drumbeat of the second watch.

Xiangzan wiped her hands with a handkerchief soaked in ice water.

Song Jiyun was half awake.

Xiangzan said: "Brother Ah Quan followed your instructions and took Mr. Yuan to Yinyu Hall."

Song Jiyun wiped his face with a handkerchief, and now he is fully awake.

She got up and put on a purple soot gauze gown, and went out.

*

Yin Yu Tang is Song Youliang's private workshop.

The porcelain patterns he collected, the various glazes and porcelains he collected, the famous paintings and posters he copied, and the samples of porcelain paintings and characters that his family produced, etc... are all placed here.

He even built a small kiln in the backyard for firing all kinds of things that interest him.

The white porcelain that the Song family fired for the Royal Kiln Factory was tried and fired here.

This is the most important place for the second bedroom of the Song family.

It stands to reason that no one should be arranged to live in this place.

But who made the location of this place the most suitable!

Its main entrance is in the outer courtyard, and there is an alley at the back entrance leading directly to Song Jiyun's courtyard.

After discussing with Mrs. Qian, Song Jiyun arranged for Yuan Yunzhong to live here.

However, she knew that when her father's funeral had to invite the uncles in the family to come forward, she would clean up the place.

The current Yin Yu Tang is no longer messy, angry and warm like it was when Song Youliang was here.

Song Jiyun looked at the Xifu crabapple planted with his father in front of the steps, and was silent for a moment before entering the hall.

Yuan Yunzhong was sitting on the Luohan couch in front of the middle hall, with wet hair and a moon-white summer cloth robe, drinking iced sour plum soup.

When he saw Song Jiyun, he smiled and told his six sons, "Here comes the fiancée, take a seat!"

That way, you owe as much as you want.

Song Jiyun didn't show his face, sat on the embroidered pier next to him, took a sip of the iced sour plum soup brought by Liu Zi, and then slowly said: "Young master came from a long way, drinking again, and suddenly got hot at night."

She called Zheng Quan, who was here to accompany the night tonight: "You remember to invite a doctor for Mr. Yuan tomorrow."

Zheng Quan hesitated to speak.

Yuan Yunzhong had put down the sour plum soup in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled at her: "That's a good reason."

Song Jiyun immediately realized that there was something in his words, and couldn't help looking at Zheng Quan.

Zheng Quan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yuan didn't drink today."

Song Jiyun choked.

But as long as you are not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed.

She said to Zheng Quan as calmly as a mountain: "That means Mr. Yuan blew the wind at night."

Zheng Quan promised in a low voice.

Yuan Yunzhong said: "The second master will go to the funeral the day after tomorrow, should I go?"

He was threatening her. If he didn't go to the county government office to register the marriage certificate tomorrow, he could go the day after tomorrow. If he didn't go the day after tomorrow, he could go the day after tomorrow. As long as the marriage certificate is in his hands for one day, he will hold the initiative for one day.

However, seeing that he didn't call her father "father-in-law" or make fun of her father, Song Jiyun decided to be more lenient to him, saying, "You haven't passed the six rituals yet, what are you going to do?"

Yuan Yunzhong nodded pretendingly, and said, "Then what if someone comes to visit me tomorrow?"

Is he talking about throwing pots?

Song Jiyun blinked at him and smiled, and said: "If you don't want to leave, but insist on being our uncle, I can't stop it even if I want to!"

This is not scary at all!

Yuan Yunzhong "tsk tsk" several times.

Song Jiyun suddenly turned his face away, stood up awkwardly, and sneered at him: "Young Master is a distinguished guest of our family. Of course, you can do whatever you want, and say whatever you want. I just kindly remind you, lest If you talk too much, you won’t be able to go back.”

Yuan Yunzhong curled his lips in disdain, thinking, these tricks come and go.

"I know!" He said casually, "The waterways of Poyang Lake are not easy to walk..."

"No!" Song Jiyun interrupted him, saying: "You can win the appreciation of our family's Ninth Master, what is Poyang Lake? I'm just worried that the elders of our family are not willing to let you go. The fake show is real. You can't leave even if you want to!"

As Song Jiyun said, he bent down and whispered in Yuan Yunzhong's ear: "I don't care. I don't suffer from such a beautiful man. I sleep as soon as I sleep..."

Yuan Yunzhong burned red in an instant, stood up awkwardly, and almost knocked Song Jiyun down.

"You..." He pointed at Song Jiyun with trembling fingers, and was speechless for a long while.

Song Jiyun said coolly: "Don't worry, no matter what you said, I can help you get it back, just say it."

She walks away.

Yuan Yunzhong's heart was beating continuously, and it took some time for him to calm down slowly.

The moonlight shines in softly through the white soft smoke.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

What kind of woman did he meet!