Enter the Room

In other words, everyone saw her chasing Yuan Yunzhong and talking!

Song Jiuyun once again felt the power of "lies are like snowballs, growing bigger and bigger".

She sighed secretly in her heart.

But Qian pursed his lips and looked towards the hall with a smile.

The silhouette of Yuan Yunzhong drinking tea is printed on the fan inlaid with colored glaze, as elegant as the distant mountains.

Qian couldn't help lowering her voice and said: "Fortunately, I delayed and met Mr. Yuan by chance. Listening to Mr. Yuan's tone, you go to the Hong family. Mr. Hong is very polite to you. It can be seen that although Mr. Yuan is from an ordinary background, But he is also a person who can support the family while walking outside. You heard it just now, even Master Eleven praised Master Yuan for his proper behavior!"

Song Jiuyun was speechless.

She changed the subject and asked her father about the Qiqi Sacrifice.

Qian thinks this is a big deal.

She looked at the fan again, thought for a moment, led Song Jiyun out of the inner room, sat down with Yuan Yunzhong in the hall, and talked about Song Youliang's sacrifice in detail: "When the time comes, the way to Baoen Temple will be done." The monks from the Chang, Wuming Temple, and the sisters-in-law from the Eight Immortals Temple will send people to do the dojo. Mr. Yin Yang calculated that Chen Shi is an auspicious time. After breakfast, we went to your father's grave and burned paper money. We were just in time to come back for lunch. Come. There were a lot of people, so we invited a chef from Xiaoyanshan to prepare the lunch for us. Four dried fruits, four cold dishes, and six hot dishes, which are similar to the dishes served at your father's funeral..."

Seeing that everything was arranged in an orderly manner, Song Jiyun praised his mother: "I don't know much about these things. You still have to discuss them with the clan elders!"

Working together, we can cut through metal.

There are only a few people in the Song family's second room. She will focus more on the family's business in the future. If her mother doesn't take care of the affairs of the back house and relationships, she won't be able to do it even if she has three heads and six arms.

Otherwise, why would the next generation focus on teamwork in everything they do?

She has to train everyone in the family to their best ability.

Including Song Jiyu, who has a soft personality like Qian's, and Song Jiuxue, who is still young.

Mrs. Qian was indeed very happy after hearing this. She also took Song Jiyun to discuss which servant women would stay at home on the day of the Qiqi sacrifice.

If Aunt Zheng hadn't seen that it was getting late and had the guts to come in and ask her where her lunch was, she might have even forgotten her lunch.

Even so, by the time Yuan Yunzhong left, Song Jiyun had lunch with Qian and came out of his mother's yard.

Song Jiyun was still thinking about firing custom-made porcelain for the Hong family.

The Zhaojiaji where she and Yuan Yunzhong were lost was the territory of the Hong family.

After those who pursued them were taken away, she didn't even dare to send anyone to inquire about the follow-up.

Why didn't Yuan Yunzhong's words make her think more?

Song Jiyun asked Zheng Quan to quietly inquire about the Hong family, while she went back to the house and changed into the clothes she wore at home, ordered the kitchen to make Dingsheng cake, and took the hairpin to Yinyu Hall.

Although it has already entered autumn, the midday sun still carries the lingering power of summer.

Shao Qing stood under the verandah of the courtyard, urging several new boys to squat under the sun.

Seeing Song Jiyun coming, he strode forward to greet her.

The few boys squatting on horseback did not move their eyes.

Who does this belong to?

But in just a few days, Shao Qing taught people so well.

Ordinary people don't have this ability.

Song Jiyun was secretly frightened, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and asked Xiang Hairpin to hand the snack box to Shao Qing, saying, "Where is Mr. Yuan?"

Shao Qing took the food box, thanked him, and said with a smile: "Young master is lying on the bed reading a book! I will go and report it right now."

Song Jiuyun nodded.

She discovered when she detained Yuan Yunzhong in her gauze cupboard that Yuan Yunzhong was not an active person, rather "if he could sit, he would not stand, and if he could lie down, he would not sit".

Shao Qing invited her in after a while.

The window lattice in the house is wide open, and the breeze is blowing gently, carrying the fragrance of the grass and trees in the yard.

Yuan Yunzhong wore a snow-white plain silk robe and sat lazily on the Taishi chair. The bright sunlight shone on his fair face, and his straight nose and deep eyebrows were more sharply defined than before.

Song Jiyun was slightly startled.

Why did she feel that he seemed a little unhappy?

What happened?

This thought flashed through her mind. Before she could decide whether to ask, Yuan Yunzhong looked up at her and said lightly: "You're here!"

The plain and straightforward voice was no different from usual.

Or it’s my own illusion!

Song Jiyun simply calmed down and said with a smile: "I made some snacks in the kitchen. I'll bring them over for you to try."

Yuan Yunzhong sat up straight after hearing this, but her "road" was blocked when she opened her mouth: "Your family is considered a local snake in Liang County. Isn't it possible to get twice the result with half the effort by asking about old things?"

Song Jiuyun laughed in anger.

I bet he knew what he was doing.

That's like "Don't blame me for not reminding you"!

You know, they met last night and this morning. If he wanted to remind her, why didn't he tell her earlier?

He had to wait until she agreed to burn porcelain for the Hong family before she said it!

This guy obviously did it on purpose!

Song Jiyun said simply: "When did Mr. Yuan know that Mr. Hong was a foreign concubine?"

Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal and slowly arranged the paper and ink on the table.

Song Jiyun glared at Yuan Yunzhong.

Shao Qing came in with snow-white Dingsheng cakes on a high plate made of red porcelain.

"Miss Song, what kind of tea do you like to drink?" He put the high plate on the desk and said with a smile, "I made some Keemun black tea and Fujian rock tea yesterday."

Both are stomach-warming teas, just in season.

Don't reach out to hit the smiling person, not to mention that Shao Qing has always been kind to Song Jiyun. When they were at the Zhaojia gathering, he was wearing a strong suit and ordered more than twenty men in black to appear in the woods.

Song Jiyun smiled politely and said, "Sorry, Mr. Shao. I'll drink Qimen black tea."

"Okay!" Shao Qing responded loudly like a waiter and walked out the door.

Yuan Yunzhong looked around.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but said: "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Yunzhong pointed to the Dingsheng cake on the table and said with some disgust: "Get a fork!"

Song Jiyun looked at him steadily.

Under her gaze, Yuan Yunzhong sat leisurely on the back of the Grand Master's chair again and said, "Aren't you curious about how the Hongjiashan became the Zhaojiaji?"

Didn't she dare to ask?

Yuan Yunzhong said this, which was tantamount to admitting in disguise that he knew that Hong Xi was a foreign concubine after that.

He warned her not to get too close to the Hong family, but she was really related to the Zhao family.

Song Jiuyun wanted to hit him a few times.

She suggested: "Can we share information? Tell each other if you have anything."

Depending on the height of the station, the scenery you see will be different.

She asked Zheng Quan to inquire. At most, she could find out some private secrets within the family.

Yuan Yunzhong is different.

At least she can't teach anyone like Shao Qing around her.

But when she thought about what she said just now, she intuitively felt that Yuan Yunzhong would not tell her about the Hong family so easily. She couldn't help but ask, "Why did you think of checking on Mr. Hong?"

After she finished speaking, she thought for a moment, then went to the Duobao Pavilion next door to get a fruit fork and put it next to the high plate.