Enter the Room

"Oh!" Prince Ning stopped pacing and walked to the curtain.

Song Tao hurriedly lowered her head, kowtowed heavily to Prince Ning, and said, "I know my cousin's temperament, and I can help the prince accept Song Jiyun as his concubine."

Song Jiuyun can be where he is today, isn't it because of Yuan Yunzhong?

She wanted to see how she, Song Jiyun, could escape once again when the scandal about Prince Ning and Yuan Yunzhong competing for Song Jiyun spread.

Song Tao thought bitterly.

Prince Ning laughed heartily.

The laughter made Song Tao tremble with fear.

"Let her in!" Prince Ning said.

Prince Ning's staff responded "Yes" in a low voice and glanced at Song Tao with a complicated expression.

Song Taodang didn't see it.

Nothing is more important than staying alive.

She respectfully said to Prince Ning: "My cousin has been unruly since she was a child. The reputation that ordinary girls care about is nothing to her. But there is one thing that many people don't understand. What she values ​​most is her. Her mother and sister. If the prince wants to convince her, he has to control her mother and sisters."

But Song Jiuyun's bottom line is also her mother and sisters.

And with Prince Ning's temperament, it was impossible for him to coax Song Jiyun. But if he touches Song Jiuyun's mother and sister, Song Jiyun will definitely fight like a lioness to the death with King Ning.

King Ning wanted to accept Song Jiuyun, dreaming!

Song Jiyun wants to marry Yuan Yunzhong, but he can only think about it!

When Song Tao thought of this, the depression in her chest became much smoother.

"There is something you may not know yet." Song Tao said respectfully, "The reason why my cousin and Yuan Yunzhong were able to get along well was because my second uncle suddenly died of illness. My grandmother intended to betroth her to her natal grandnephew. "

She recounted what happened to the Song family back then.

Of course, she was also a victim back then - if Song Jiyun hadn't taken charge of the Song family kiln in the end, she wouldn't have been pushed out by her father to become the talker of the Liangyu kiln because she had the same talent as Song Jiyun for making porcelain.

Prince Ning really didn’t know such a thing existed.

The more he listened, the more interesting he became, and finally he even said with great interest: "According to you, Song Jiuyun's talent in porcelain firing is rare in a century?"

"Yes!" Song Tao said through gritted teeth.

Prince Ning made a lot of money from the Hong family's private kiln. Now that the Hong family has been confiscated, he has always wanted to find someone who can replace the Hong family and continue to help him make porcelain. This was also the reason why she was escorted onto the ship by King Ning's people at Nantiandu Pier.

Now that Song Jiuyun's kiln has produced nearly 80% of the porcelain, Prince Ning will definitely be interested in Song Jiuyun.

Instead of letting Song Jiyun weigh on her head all the time, it would be better to send Song Jiyun to Queen Ning's house and let her fight with the princess's concubines.

She continued: "You have witnessed her porcelain firing skills with your own eyes. The sweet white porcelain now in the hands of the Song family is more beautiful than the jade porcelain. If you don't believe it, you can ask someone to go to Jingdezhen to find out. If I One lie made me be struck by thunder and die badly."

She swore poison.

Prince Ning was really moved, waved to her and said, "Tell me carefully about Yuan Yunzhong and Song Jiyun."

*

Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong fulfilled their vows at Hongluo Temple.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at Yinshi and was pulled out of the city by him. Song Jiyun, who yawned before entering the main hall, walked to the century-old ginkgo tree in front of the hall and said with some annoyance: "I had known this, I prayed to the Bodhisattva At that time, I said that I would fulfill my wish by myself."

Although Song Jiyun slept all the way, she let go of the things that had been hanging in her heart, her whole body relaxed, and she felt that she couldn't get enough sleep.

"Shouldn't you make a promise to Bodhisattva to fulfill your wish alone?" She yawned again, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist. She quickly wiped it with a handkerchief and said, "You should find a nearby temple. Or make a promise for seven days. Or something like fifteen days.”

Who made him promise to come and fulfill his wish the next day?

He looked at her helplessly: "The Bodhisattvas in Hongluo Temple are very spiritual!"

Song Jiyun nodded and yawned again: "But I'm afraid it will be more disrespectful."

Just now, Yuan Yunzhong promised in the main hall that the Bodhisattva would bless her and Song Tao's lawsuit and that he would gild the Bodhisattva's body.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said warmly: "You hold on for a while, and when you get to the carriage, you continue to sleep."

Song Jiyun nodded.

The morning light shines on her sleepy face, and the thin velvet hair at the corners of her mane is soft and close to her forehead, as childish as a child...and cute.

Yuan Yunzhong's heart surged with tenderness. Seeing that he and Song Jiyun were surrounded by people, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms.

"Yunduo, let's get married as soon as possible!" He whispered in her ear, "Let's go back to Jingdezhen as soon as possible."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Song Jiyun finally had someone to rely on, not to mention the warm and pleasant embrace. "We will go back when this lawsuit is over."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

Someone coughed lightly.

A trace of regret flashed in Yuan Yunzhong's eyes.

Yun Duo had never been on guard against him, but he couldn't lose his vigilance because of this.

He shouldn't have hugged her in public.

He slowly let go of Song Jiyun and looked towards the coughing figure.

Wang Hua blushed and lowered his head, glancing at Yuan Yunzhong from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

Seeing this, he hurriedly said: "The abbot of Hongluo Temple came here with several great monks from Zhike Hall."

Yuan Yunzhong told Xiangye: "You help my boss go to the carriage to rest. I will be here soon."

Song Jiuyun wanted to get back to the carriage early to catch up on his sleep. After saying a few words to Yuan Yunzhong, he got on the carriage surrounded by Xiangye and others.

After Yuan Yunzhong exchanged greetings with the abbot, donated the money for sesame oil and returned to the carriage, Song Jiyun had already fallen asleep.

Yuan Yunzhong shook his head with a smile and told the coachman: "Don't be in a hurry, go back to the city slowly."

The carriage driver agreed, and more than thirty guards escorted the three carriages toward Dongzhimen.

When we entered the city, it was almost time to close the city gate in the afternoon, and the market was even more lively than at noon.

Song Jiyun suddenly woke up, and she asked in a daze: "Where are you?"

Yuan Yunzhong smiled, put his hands on her eyes, and said softly: "We just passed Beixincang. It's still early to go home. You can sleep a little longer. I'll call you when we get there."

Song Jiyun slept very comfortably. He said "hmm" lazily and wanted to stretch his body, only to find that he was resting on Yuan Yunzhong's thigh.

She was startled and said, "Are your legs numb?"

The word "not numb" was already on the tip of his tongue. Yuan Yun's heart moved and he swallowed it again, saying: "It's not bad!"

Song Jiyun was about to sit up, but Yuan Yunzhong held his shoulders and said, "Slow down, be careful not to get dizzy if you get too anxious."

"How come I'm sleeping on your lap?" Song Jiyun said in confusion, his movements slowing down a bit.

Yuan Yunzhong helped her stand up and said calmly: "I saw that you were uncomfortable sleeping, so I let you sleep on my lap."

In fact, he saw her sleeping like a begonia and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it back, so he settled for letting her rest on his lap.

However, he would not tell Song Jiyun this even to death.

Song Jiyun now knows Yuan Yunzhong better, and the more he downplays it, the more something happens.

Could it be that she got there on her own?

Song Jiuyun was suspicious and the carriage stopped.

Yuan Yunzhong immediately jumped off the carriage.

Song Jiyun touched his chin.

Yuan Yunzhong acted too eagerly.

"It's really because I didn't sleep well..." She raised the curtain, and Yuan Yunzhong helped her out of the carriage.

Zhou Zheng, however, ran over from the alley entrance, panting.

"My boss, my uncle." His words were already a bit incoherent, "Oh no, the third lady, no, it's Song Tao, hanged."