Enter the Room

Mr. Jinghu's study room is completely different from the flower hall.

Green trees and flowers are planted all over the flower hall. A yellow vine-colored velvet blanket is casually draped on the black drunkard's chair. Agate chess pieces are scattered on the chessboard made of mica. On the small table next to it is a half-read book. book. Although the study is also made of black lacquer furniture, the four treasures of the study are neatly placed on the long desk. The imperial chair is made of scarlet silk cushions. On the coffee table is a sky blue Ru kiln vase with a huge white hollyhock. The wind blew through the half-closed window lattice, bringing with it the sound of rustling in the Xiangfei bamboo forest outside the window. The room was quiet as if no one was there.

"Miss Song," Mr. Jinghu stood in front of the desk, the Hu pen in his hand was full of ink, as if it would fall on the rice paper in front of him at the next moment, "Please sit down!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and wrote a few words.

Song Jiyun looked around generously before sitting on the Taishi chair in front of the desk.

There are all kinds of books all around, and occasionally there are a few brocade boxes containing ink ingots.

In the large painting vat in front of the book desk are numerous scrolls.

I don’t know if it’s a painting or a word.

She thought to herself.

I feel that this Taishi chair is too hard to sit on, even with a cushion, it is still uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the waiter served her refreshments.

She drank tea leisurely.

To show off her power, Yuan Yunzhong's grandfather should not be so quick to pay attention to her.

However, since it was a show of force, why did he need to serve refreshments? Was it to show the rules and decency of the big family in front of her? In fact, it's not necessary. Now that you can do things like showing off your power, don't put gold on your face. If it were her, she wouldn't even be given a chair.

Song Jiyun thought wildly and tasted the tea.

Taishi cakes, jujube cakes, and fortune cakes are all snacks in the capital. I heard from Yuan Yunzhong that the Yuan family is from Suzhou and the Wang family is from Sichuan and Chongqing. When guests come to the house, they don’t serve the family’s special snacks, but they serve Beijing-style dim sum that can be bought outside the house. Too careless. Even if this is the Wang family, Mr. Jinghu has been an official in the capital for many years and his taste has changed. But Mr. Jinghu likes Nanjing so much and even buys property in Nanjing. He should get some Nanjing specialties for tea.

She ate half a piece of Taishi cake with some disgust and put it down.

"It seems that Miss Song doesn't like Beijing's dim sum very much." I don't know when, Mr. Jinghu had put down the pen in his hand and looked at her indifferently. His thin face had a majesty as sharp as a knife. The atmosphere in the study room Suddenly he became solemn.

This is Mr. Jinghu’s true face!

Song Jiuyun took a sip of tea calmly and then said: "I often drink tea with Mr. Yuan and eat Soviet-style snacks. After a long time, I really don't like the snacks in the capital."

There was no grudge between them before, it was just Yuan Yunzhong.

He could show Yuan Yunzhong how to look for her alone, and she could use Yuan Yunzhong to fight back.

It's just a show in front of Yuan Yunzhong and tearing apart Yuan Yunzhong behind his back, no one can do it.

Mr. Jinghu looked at her with a little more solemnity.

He said: "Do you know what Yunzhong is going to do in the palace?"

Since no one was going to pretend, she didn't have to wear a mask.

"I beg the emperor to allow him to leave the city to appease the refugees." Song Jiyun said nonchalantly.

Perhaps because she liked Yuan Yunzhong too much, her attitude immediately angered Mr. Jinghu.

His face was as cold as snow and he said: "Do you know what kind of danger he will face if he leaves the city?"

"I know!" Song Jiyun felt that just by virtue of this, she could get along with Mr. Jinghu. After all, common enemies can become friends, and common friends should be whitewashed.

She asked back, "Why else would I live in your husband's house? It's obviously more comfortable to live in Straw Hat Alley."

She also said with a bit of sarcasm: "You don't think that Beijing has been sealed off. I will put my hope in you. I really count on you to protect me and take me out of Beijing, right?"

Her unruliness made Mr. Jinghu calm down. He looked at Song Jiyun thoughtfully and said, "Are you willing to allow Zhong to leave the city?"

Song Jiyun put down the tea cup, straightened his sleeves, and said, "I came to see Mr. Jinghu just because I wanted him to keep an eye on the corpses of the imperial court and send troops in time to save Mr. Yuan from his difficulties when he left the city." .Sir, you think too much."

Mr. Jinghu listened, looked at her quietly for a while, and then suddenly laughed.

There was a brightness that broke through the clouds when he smiled, very similar to Yuan Yunzhong.

Song Jiyun thought that although Yuan Yunzhong looked nothing like his grandfather, his expression and behavior were quite similar to his. It can be seen that he not only grew up under the knees of his grandfather and was taught by his grandfather, but also had a deep influence and a good relationship.

"What if Yunzhong can't come back?" Mr. Jinghu said softly, like a threat.

Song Jiuyun said lazily: "I was a little worried when I didn't see my husband, but now... I'm afraid if I don't save him, you have to save him."

Mr. Jinghu's face darkened after hearing this, and he was visibly annoyed. He sneered, "Because Yunzhong is my only grandson? My only descendant?"

"Maybe!" Song Jiyun still said leisurely, "Maybe it's more because you love him so much and you will definitely not let him be in danger."

Mr. Jinghu's expression became even more stern, and he said sarcastically: "You are just like his parents."

Do you mean Yuan Haoran and his wife?

It seems that Yuan Haoran and his wife have often angered Mr. Jinghu for this reason.

No wonder Mr. Jinghu was so angry and couldn't even hide it.

"This is the advantage of being an only child!" Song Jiyun didn't mind stabbing him again. "I was worried that you would leave him alone before, but now I think it was a mistake for me to take the initiative to move to Xijiangmi Lane."

Mr. Jinghu was indeed easily angered in this matter.

He said solemnly: "If I wait for him to come back and I tell him, do you think he is in danger and won't be able to come back?"

Yuan Yunzhong's grandfather really liked him, and he didn't even want to use the word "death" on him, but used "can't come back" instead.

He said every word: "Don't forget, you said that if he can't come back, you will remarry."

Song Jiuyun jumped up.

It wasn't because of what she said, but because of what she said in such a private moment, he actually knew it right away.

Song Jiuyun's face also started to look a little unsightly.

She said coldly: "Then let's wait and see!"

She turned and walked outside.

Mr. Jinghu was stunned.

"Stop!" He whispered with faint anger, "What are you going to do?"

Are you afraid that she will blow the pillow with Yuan Yunzhong, or are you afraid that she will stop Yuan Yunzhong?

Song Jiyun looked back.

"Yunzhong has his own ambitions and perseverance," Mr. Jinghu's face was particularly cold, "I won't let a woman like you who has never even read "The Female Commandments" ruin him."

"So?" Song Jiyun smiled at him, "What do you want to do?"

There was unconcealed frost in his eyes.