Enter the Room

Song Jiuyun was the first to submit the manuscript.

Mr. Liu took it and looked at it. There were twelve pictures, eight of which were flowers and four of people. The eight flowers are all kinds of tangled branches, complex and beautiful. The four figures are all made up of infants, and the little three-headed figures are all so naive that one look at them can make one's heart melt.

Song Jiuyun was still afraid of being dissatisfied, so he attached twelve more choices, brought a wooden box over, and said with a smile: "I was afraid that the nobles in the palace would not see it clearly, so I made the real thing."

Mr. Liu's expression was a little subtle.

The selection has always been closely related to the host's preferences.

He is on good terms with the Ji family and will definitely help the Ji family with their plans.

He had no way of asking about the Empress Dowager's hobbies, but he used a relationship to find the nephew of a palace maid who was favored by the Empress Dowager. The man did not dare to say anything, but just told him that the emperor now only favors Concubine Wan Gui, and there is nothing under his knees. , is the heart disease of the Empress Dowager.

He and the Ji family members thought about it for a long time, and in addition to the auspicious patterns and flowers, they also drew two pictures of babies playing.

It can be seen that the Song family is also a person with a gap in his chest.

Mr. Liu secretly regretted it.

If she can stand out as a woman in the porcelain world monopolized by men, he should know that her mind, means, and strategies are all extraordinary.

He still underestimated her before.

Master Liu was serious, but did not dare to do anything. He collected all her drawings according to the rules and sealed them in a painting tube.

As for the actual box, he said: "I will report it truthfully when the time comes. If you need it, I will take it with you. If you don't need it, I will return it to you."

Song Jiyun thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you very much."

Naturally, everything she burns is of high quality. Logically speaking, if the nobles in the palace don't want to see it, she can just go ahead and give it to Mr. Liu. But she couldn't trust the people who handled it, and was afraid that they would "take it lightly" or "accidentally take it by mistake" or "break it". Even if Mr. Liu didn't say that he would give it back to her, she would still want it back.

Moreover, she could give it to Mr. Liu after she came back, but she couldn't just say that she didn't want it before the selection started.

Mr. Liu served the tea.

Song Jiyun stood up and left knowingly.

It was just that when she went out, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw several wooden boxes containing valuable utensils piled up beside Mr. Liu's case.

She smiled.

If she guessed correctly, it should be something brought by the Ji family.

However, she was not discouraged.

And she had done everything she needed to prevent counterfeiting. If something happened again, she would have no choice but to find a way to fight for it.

As she left the manufacturing office, someone suddenly called her: "Boss Song, please stay!"

Song Jiuyun followed the sound and went out.

I saw Deng Yunxu walking around the corner of the manufacturing office supporting Deng Datong.

"Boss Song, I'm so ashamed! I'm so ashamed!" Before Deng Datong came closer, he was already bowing to her with a look of shame on his face, "It's my lax discipline that caused my nephew to be confused in front of his false reputation. , only when you are distracted for a moment will you do something wrong."

He stopped five or six steps away from her and bowed deeply to her: "I came here specifically to apologize to Boss Song. I also ask Boss Song to give you a lot, so don't argue with him."

After saying that, his face sank, he pushed Deng Yun, and scolded: "Why don't you kneel down and apologize to Boss Song."

Deng Yun changed his former fierceness and became as obedient as a little sheep. He knelt down in front of her with a "plop" and kowtowed to her: "Boss Song, I was acting strangely, thinking that Without you Jingdezhen, it will be our Dehua Porcelain’s turn to come forward, I was wrong, I was wrong!”

People working in the building office and people passing by poked their heads in the air, or stood still and pointed.

Song Jiyun's heart suddenly burst into anger.

But the more trouble she encounters, the calmer she becomes. Although the fire in her chest was burning brightly, she didn't show it at all on her face. She hurriedly turned aside and said to Deng's uncle and nephew: "What are you doing? Get up! Get up! If you have something to say, please speak it. You are here Kneel down, I don’t even know what happened.”

Aren't you going to put me on the fire? I'll let everyone hear what you have done.

Deng Datong's eyes flickered.

If they hadn't begged their grandfather to tell their grandmother and bribed the staff of Liu Yushi's family with heavy sums of money, they still wouldn't have known that the person standing behind Song Jiyun was the Yuan family.

Since you can't fight, then admit defeat as soon as possible.

"Boss Song, he has done something wrong and should be punished. Don't tolerate him, let him kowtow to you and realize his mistake." Deng Datong said righteously.

Song Jiyun sneered in his heart, but looked confused on his face, and said: "Master Deng, you keep saying that your nephew is wrong. I am still confused. I don't know what he did. He is such a big boy. He must have become a father, but you forced me to kowtow to me in the street. I lost all my dignity here. Although you are his uncle, you are out of town, without passing by the clan elders. Wouldn't it be bad to deal with him like this? "

Deng Datong could hardly maintain his expression.

Usually when they do this, the other person will feel embarrassed or unwilling to have such a deep grudge. They will either pick them up hastily and finish the job, or they will be busy trying to reconcile with them.

Why is this Song family completely different from others?

Song Jiyun's eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of frost when he looked at him.

Deng Datong's heart thumped, knowing that Song Jiyun had seen through his plan.

His expression was gloomy, and he heard someone commenting: "What happened? Are you dealing with it so harshly? Killing people and setting fires without leaving any trace. It's really a bit excessive to do this without saving any face."

One of them had a particularly harsh voice: "It is said that Deng Datong of the Deng family of Dehua porcelain knows nothing about the world and knows nothing except making porcelain. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that it is really the case. His nephew It's also unlucky to meet such an uncle. If there is something that cannot be said in private, he will block people in the street and embarrass him until the whole capital knows about it. "

Someone asked: "Then what did his nephew do? I didn't hear clearly. Does anyone know what happened?"

Zheng Quan had a rare moment of alertness and said loudly: "Master Deng, our boss is right. In order to occupy our workshop, your family threw snakes into our workshop. We also reported it to the government and the government dealt with it." Even if your nephew is at fault, it must be judged by the elders of the ancestral hall and the adults of the yamen. What you are doing is too inappropriate."

Finally, he stabbed Deng Datong: "It's no wonder that others say you are a 'porcelain maniac'. That's what you do for making porcelain." He raised his thumb, "But you don't know how to deal with these common affairs. It's better to invite your clan to do it. I’ll help you sort it out personally!”

Deng Datong's face turned green.

Song Jiyun didn't care about this, smiled apologetically, looked at him, and helped Zheng Quan get into the carriage.

"Miss Song!" Another man's voice called her.

Song Jiyun frowned secretly.

Why do two people like to block her in front of the public today?

She pretended not to hear and got into the carriage.

"Miss Song!" The person who called her chased after her, and his voice was a little higher, "I am Wei Jie, Yuan Yunzhong's son."