Enter the Room

Therefore, this fan pendant was Song Jiyun’s apology to him!

Yuan Yunzhong's eyes flashed slightly and he slowly took the purse in her hand.

"Thank you, Miss Song!" he said.

The pink silk made his slender fingers look even more radiant and white than the jade.

Song Jiyun's eyes couldn't help but linger on it for a few breaths.

Yuan Yunzhong opened his purse, and two small dark brown wood carvings strung with scarlet silk threads fell between his fingers.

The knuckle-sized fish, the scales on the fish's body, the fins on the fish's back and tail are all carved lifelike. One of the small fishes raised its tail, as if about to jump into the air, and one raised its head and opened its mouth, as if emerging from the water, and the unique texture of agarwood was rippling with golden haloes one after another, like falling water. Its body is lifelike and exudes exquisiteness and magnificence.

"The fish jumped over the dragon's gate!" Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows.

Song Jiyun smiled and said: "I hope Mr. Yuan likes it."

Learned martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.

For readers, this is a great blessing.

Yuan Yunzhong's fingers were hooked on the scarlet silk thread, and two small fish were swaying in the air.

"Agarwood fan pendants are best paired with ebony or brown bamboo fans." He said, "Unfortunately, as autumn is approaching, we have to change to folding fans made with gold rivets or with tortoiseshell or ivory heads!"

What's the meaning?

Song Jiuyun opened his eyes wide.

Yuan Yunzhong chuckled lightly, shook hands into fists, and held two small fishes in his palms.

"However, I saw five-color pink paper sprinkled with gold in Yin Yu Tang." He said, "It's good to use as a fan. We can use agarwood to make a folding fan, which will also work."

He put the two small wooden fishes back into his pink purse, got up and went to look for the five-color pink paper sprinkled with gold on the shelf.

Song Jiyun lowered his head, pursed his lips and smiled.

The five-color pink paper sprinkled with gold was a tribute, and several knives in their family were left behind by her maternal grandfather.

"I'm here to help you!" She got up and went to the Bogu rack.

But with a "plop", a stack of rice papers stacked on Yuan Yunzhong's desk fell to the ground.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But I saw some scattered rice paper with patterns of tangled flowers, clouds, dragons and lotus drawn on them.

"What is this?" She couldn't help but pick up the rice paper, unfold it, and asked Yuan Yunzhong, "Have you seen the pattern that the Royal Kiln Factory brought over this year?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at it from a distance, said "Oh" indifferently, took down the camphor wood box on the top of the ancient shelf, and picked out a few gold-sprinkled five-color pink paper: "I saw it in the kiln factory, so I just picked it up. Drawn it.”

Song Jiyun thought of the water marks left by the blue and white porcelain brushes when she came in. After picking up the stack of paper with a smile, he spread the rice paper with the pattern on the desk alone and said, "You drew the wrong pattern."

When she first came into contact with porcelain, she was also very interested in those beautiful patterns.

Yuan Yunzhong looked very surprised and strode over.

Song Jiuyun simply dipped his pen in ink and added next to the picture he drew: "In addition to lotus, this tangled flower also has peony and chrysanthemum. And it only adds a chrysanthemum to every other lotus and peony. You draw He painted lotus and peony, but not the chrysanthemum."

If she didn't say anything, Yuan Yunzhong wouldn't be able to find out at all.

He stood quietly beside her and watched her paint.

Her fingers are white but round, her nails are neatly trimmed, and there is no nail polish on her nails. You can see her pink fingertips, which are clean and make people feel good about her.

Her hair is black and shiny, her forehead is clean and full, and she has a beautiful peak.

The eyes are big and double, with thick and long eyelashes hanging gently, leaving a shadow in the eye socket.

The bridge of her nose was straight and straight, and her lips were red, like blooming roses, which looked particularly gorgeous.

Especially her expression, serious, focused, and calm... She has the calmness and composure that only a person with a big heart can have.

He was in a daze for a moment.

Her mind flashed back to her arrogant look when she looked down at him when he was drugged, and her blue knuckles under the moonlight when she was at Zhaojiaji.

"Look, is this the pattern you saw at the kiln factory?" Song Jiyun's smiling voice suddenly came to his ears, "I wonder what went wrong in the imperial kiln factory? They used tangled flowers with cloud and dragon patterns..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and a warm and soft touch passed by his lips.

Yuan Yunzhong was startled and quickly turned his head to look over.

A warm and soft touch pressed against his lips.

He saw Song Jiyun's surprised face.

Autumn-like eyes widened, reflecting his shadow.

And the scent of roses lingering on the tip of his nose enveloped him overwhelmingly.

His mind was buzzing and he didn't know where he was.

Song Jiyun was also dumbfounded.

She was just painting and didn't notice Yuan Yunzhong at all. She didn't know when he had come so close to her and was slightly bent over. When she turned her head, she actually "brushed" her face with him.

The good thing is that she is not really a little girl raised in a boudoir.

As long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

She pretended to be nonchalant and prepared to take a step back.

Yuan Yunzhong turned around unexpectedly.

The corner of his mouth brushed her lips...

The warm breath rushed across her face, making her scalp tingle.

Song Jiyun instinctively stretched out his hand to push the person in front of him away.

There was a "squeak" at the door, and a man's cheerful voice sounded in the room: "Miss Song, I made you longan and red date tea to nourish your blood and energy. Drinking it at night will help you sleep."

Song Jiyun didn't think twice and pushed Yuan Yunzhong in a panic.

Yuan Yunzhong was suddenly pushed and staggered backwards.

But he was a martial arts practitioner after all. He only took two steps back before he came to his senses and immediately stood firm.

However, the person who came in only protected the small blue and white bowl on the red lacquer and gold tray in his hand. As he walked in, he continued to smile and said: "Just now, the second wife sent someone to deliver a basket of autumn oranges. I smell the autumn." The oranges are fragrant and elegant, but the taste is sour."

Both of them looked at the visitor in unison.

The person who came in was Shao Qing.

Shao Qing was immediately stunned by the gazes of the two people, and his voice became lower and lower: "For such autumn oranges, it is best to use honey to make kumquat ointment..."

But my heart is like a drum.

what happened?

Why is it that their young master is standing side by side with Miss Song at an arm's length apart, but one has an expressionless face and the other has a solemn look on his face, looking at him with a bit of surprise, as if he has gone to the wrong place, the atmosphere is so stiff.

Did they have a quarrel?

It shouldn’t be!

When they were at the kiln, their young master helped Miss Song burn the kiln. Miss Song came to visit her young master so late.

He couldn't help but look at Yuan Yunzhong, then at Song Jiyun, and his tone became cautious unconsciously: "Take it out after the beginning of autumn. It can not only moisturize the lungs, but also clear away dryness..."

As a man in two lifetimes, this was the first time Song Jiyun encountered such a thing.

She knew she still showed a bit of discomfort.

"I didn't expect Mr. Shao to know this!" She answered the words enthusiastically, and took a few steps forward to reach out to take the tray in Shao Qing's hand, wanting to get rid of the matter like this.

Shao Qing glanced at Yuan Yunzhong quickly.

Seeing Yuan Yunzhong standing there upright, his eyelids were slightly drooped, his emotions could not be seen clearly, but one hand was behind his back.

Shao Qing almost jumped up.

Something is really going on!

He didn't know what kind of person Song Jiyun was, but he had served Yuan Yunzhong since he was a child, but he knew that Yuan Yunzhong had a habit. Whenever Yuan Yunzhong encountered something that he couldn't decide quickly, he would put his hands behind his back. Use fortune-telling methods to make yourself calmer and more rational.

He couldn't help but glance at Yuan Yunzhong again, but continued to talk to Song Jiyun: "I heard this from the elders in the family."

He also raised the tray in his hand and said: "Ms. Song has been working really hard these days. How can I let you do it yourself? I'll do it, I'll do it!"

As he spoke, he placed the tray on the square table in the middle of the Zen chair and said, "Try it and see if you like it!"

He had only heard about the hard work of burning kilns before, but that was all. After staying in the kiln factory for a few days this time, he realized how hard it was to burn kilns. What he said was true and sincere, which made it difficult for Song Jiyun to deal with it casually.

"I'm already used to it!" She didn't treat Shao Qing politely, and allowed Shao Qing to hand her a cup of longan and red date tea. "The pressure will not be so great once the order from the Royal Kiln Factory is handed in."

"Then you can rest for a few days?" Shao Qing said.

"There are other things in the kiln factory, so how can we have time to rest." Song Jiyun said, secretly thinking about simply putting some distance between him and Yuan Yunzhong. After a few days, everyone would forget about it.

She simply said that she would go to Hong's house tomorrow to say thank you.

Shao Qing was very surprised and glanced at Yuan Yunzhong quickly again.

Yuan Yunzhong stood in front of the writing desk, his head lowered, looking at the pattern drawn by Song Jiuyun just now.

Song Jiyun didn't notice Shao Qing's actions, and still said: "Whether the clay materials are used or not, the Hong family has troubled them anyway. I should go and say thank you in person, both emotionally and logically."

"That's right!" Shao Qing agreed, "After all, we still live on the streets."

But before he finished speaking, Yuan Yunzhong's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Okay!" he said, "I have to go to Hong's house tomorrow. If there's nothing important, just leave early!"

His expression was calm and his voice was unhurried, as if nothing had happened.

That's good!

Song Jiyun breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately stood up to leave.