Enter the Room

  Chapter 103

  Hong Xi was taken aback for a moment when he heard the words, a look of disappointment was evident on his face, then he chuckled and said with emotion: "Young Master Yuan is really lucky!"

  Song Jiyun's hand holding the teacup paused.

  Hong Xi laughed and said, "Then let's meet at the banquet!"

   Before Song Jiyun could speak, a man's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "What banquet?"

  The two of them followed the prestige together.

  I saw Yuan Yunzhong walking in leisurely, wearing a bamboo green net-faced hang silk gown.

  He is tall and straight, with black eyebrows and eyes, skin like snow, slightly raised almond eyes are cold and cold, but his dignified and dignified expression is like piles of ice and snow, revealing a deep chill.

   Both Hong Xi and Song Jiyun stood up involuntarily, and Hong Xi even bowed to him respectfully, saying "Mr. Yuan".

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded slightly.

  Hong Xi frowned almost imperceptibly.

  How could he subconsciously salute Yuan Yunzhong? Still be so respectful?

  Hong Xi hurriedly straightened his back, put his ring-wearing hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "It's the flower viewing banquet hosted by the boss of Wensilou."

  He introduced Wensilou and Boss Wen to Yuan Yunzhong, and also specifically emphasized that Jiang Chun, the newly appointed parent officer in Liang County, would also be there.

  Yuan Yunzhong listened carefully.

  Song Jiyun took the tea tray from the little maid and served Yuan Yunzhong a cup of tea himself.

  Yuan Yunzhong thanked Song Jiyun, pointed to the chair behind Hong Xi, and said, "Sit down and talk."

The condescending tone made Hong Xi take a deep breath, and the hand behind his back couldn't help rubbing the jade ring between the index fingers with his thumb a few times, and then he refused with a smile: "No! It's getting late, It's time for me to go back too. See you on the day of the flower viewing feast."

  The last sentence, he said to Song Jiyun.

  Song Jiyun had no intention of being close friends with Hong Xi, so he politely responded "Yes" and sent Hong Xi out with a smile.

  Hong Xi found that Yuan Yunzhong hadn't followed, and when he stepped out of the flower hall, he couldn't help but look back.

  Yuan Yunzhong was sitting on the grand master's chair, drinking tea with his head down.

  On an autumn morning, the sun was warm, his eyes were lowered, and the profile of his face was sharp and sharp.

  Hong Xi felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

He hurriedly turned his head and left the Song family with strides. It wasn't until the chief executive of the Hong family helped him into the sedan chair that he felt his heart slowly warming up. middle."

  He always felt that Yuan Yunzhong was too imposing.

  The chief executive of the Hong family was a little surprised, but he still agreed, holding the car curtain in his hands and hesitatingly said in a low voice: "You invited Ms. Song to the flower viewing banquet, but Mr. Wen's invitation card..."

  The new parent official from Liang County, Jiang Chun, was only seen by some officials of the Liang County Government when the official seal was handed over. Immediately afterwards, there was a third-rank official from Guancheng who was in charge of Jiangxi. He and the former parents and officials from Liang County rushed to Nanchang Mansion overnight, and there was no time to hold the dust-cleaning banquet.

The flower viewing banquet in Wensilou was the first time Mr. Jiang appeared in Liang County, and it was also the first time that prominent students and squires from Liang County met him. The number of people at the banquet was controlled within a certain range, and the list of participants in the banquet was also thought over and over again.

  The Song family, because a woman heads the house, was not on the banquet list.

  Hong Xi leaned comfortably on the back of the sedan chair, slowly turned the ring between his fingers, and said with a smile: "With me here, are you still afraid that Miss Song won't be able to enter the door?"

  The Hong family got three invitations because of Heshan Academy.

  His grandfather went out to visit friends and did not return, and his younger brother has not returned from Suzhou.

  The chief executive of the Hong family hesitated to speak.

   What if Ms. Song arrives before their young master? Or is it because something has delayed you for a while?

  Hong Xi turned cold and said, "Go back!"

   Chief Hong Da bowed and lowered the car curtain.

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   Song Jiyun turned back to the flower hall, Yuan Yunzhong was wandering among the pile of gift boxes.

Seeing her sizing up, he looked up at her, picked up the gift list placed on the red lacquered square table in the middle hall, opened it casually, and read: "Cao's green sandalwood skin rice paper ten knives; Ermatang Zihaohu brush Two boxes; two boxes of Huaqing ointment, two boxes of ochre ointment, and two boxes of cinnabar in Suzhou Sixutang; two boxes of Hehe incense from Dinghui Temple; a pair of gold and silver carved three-turn exquisite balls, and twelve ivory plain yarn fans."

  If it was paper, pen and paint before, and it was related to painting, then it was all boudoir stuff.

  Song Jiyun secretly frowned.

  Yuan Yunzhong snorted coldly, and opened one of the brocade boxes.

  The brocade box contains the pair of carved three-turn exquisite balls, one gold and one silver.

  An art collector once gave Song Jiyun an exquisite ivory ball, made of gold and silver, this was the first time she had seen it.

  She picked it up and looked at it carefully.

  Linglong ball is the size of a walnut and has two layers. The outermost layer is carved with broken branches of peonies, the second layer is carved with the pattern of the swastika, and the innermost is a small hollow.

Although it is incomparable with the exquisite ivory ball in her hand, which is carved with nine layers of different flowers, in terms of material and craftsmanship, the broker once told her that the exquisite ivory ball in her hand is pure. Appreciate it, if you want to put spices, it is better to use gold or silver.

   I don't know whether these two exquisite **** are made of gold and silver or gilded silver.

  She fiddled with it curiously.

  Yuan Yunzhong sneered: "That's it!"

  Song Jiyun froze and said, "Is there something wrong?"

  Yuan Yunzhong said: "Is this for fun or for incense?"

   Song Jiyun didn't understand.

  Yuan Yunzhong said contemptuously: "Enjoy the hands, burn people with incense."

  Think about it carefully, this is really the case!

  He casually opened a brocade box next to it.

   is box Lake pen.

   Flat head, round head, and pointed head are available. They are special brushes for painting. The green bamboo pen holder is also engraved with patterns of auspicious clouds and green bamboos.

  Song Jiyun was delighted to see Lie Xin, so he picked up a pointed Zihao pen and looked at it carefully.

  Yuan Yunzhong saw it, and weighed it when he also took a pen in his hand.

   "He bought it for gifting, right?" He said indifferently, "There are carvings on the barrel of the pen, and he is not afraid that the person who uses it will hurt his hand!"

  Song Jiyun looked up and saw him throw the pen back into the brocade box in disgust.

  She casually said, "Maybe it's because the carvings on the barrel of the pen look good!"

  Of course, the pens of Ermatang are also famous.

   "Really?" Yuan Yunzhong said expressionlessly, leaning slantingly in front of the square table, looking at her fixedly, with a cold and arrogant expression, and a desolate figure like a green bamboo leaning on a jade stone, exuding bursts of coldness.

  Song Jiyun could feel his displeasure.

  She was confused.

  It's just a box of pens, so you can't be so angry, right?

  But Yuan Yunzhong's constant air-conditioning can't be fooled.

  Song Jiyun sighed helplessly from the bottom of his heart, calmed down and said calmly: "It's a good thing this pen doesn't have a special pattern, so it might as well be used as a gift at that time."

   In the exchange of favors between big families, sometimes the things they give are similar, and they are often rearranged and then brought out as gifts.

   "Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong responded noncommittally, but the coldness on his body could be felt fading a little bit.

  Song Jiyun opened his eyes wide.

  So, he was really angry just now!

  She simply changed the subject, took the initiative to talk about Mr. Wen's flower viewing banquet, and invited him: "Mr.

  (end of this chapter)