Enter the Room

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

  The flower hall is full of green trees and flowers, and the black lacquer drunken chair is casually covered with yellow vine-colored blankets. Agate Go pieces are scattered on the mica board, and there is a half-read book on the small table beside it. Although the study room is made of black lacquer furniture, the four treasures of the study are placed neatly on the long desk, the chair is covered with scarlet lake silk cushions, and the coffee table is a sky-blue Ru kiln vase with a huge white hollyhock in it. The wind blows through the half-closed window lattice, bringing the rustling sound of Xiangfei bamboo forest outside the window, and the room is as quiet as no one.

   "Miss Song," Mr. Jinghu stood in front of the desk, the lake brush in his hand was soaked in ink, as if it was about to fall on the rice paper in front of him in the next moment, "please sit down!"

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

  Song Jiyun looked around generously, and then sat down on the teacher's chair in front of the desk.

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

  In the large painting jar in front of the book case are many scrolls.

   I don't know whether it is a picture or a word.

   she thought in her heart.

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

   Fortunately, the servant served her tea.

  She was drinking tea leisurely.

  Let's get down on Mawei, Yuan Yunzhong's grandfather should not pay attention to her so quickly.

  However, since it is a disgrace, why do you have to serve refreshments? Is it to show the rules and decency of the big family in front of her? Actually it doesn't have to be. Now that you have already done such a thing as dismounting, don't put money on your face. If it was her, she wouldn't even give her a chair.

  Song Jiyun thought wildly, and even tasted some tea.

   Taishi Cake, Jujube Cake, and Fuzi Cake are all Beijing snacks. According to Yuan Yunzhong, Yuan's family is from Suzhou, and Wang's family is from Sichuan and Chongqing. When guests come to the house, they don't serve the special snacks at home, but Beijing-style dim sum that can be bought when they go out. It's 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. However, Mr. Jinghu likes Nanjing so much, and he still buys property in Nanjing. Why should he buy some Nanjing specialties for refreshments?

  She ate half of the Taishi Cake with some disgust and put it down.

   "It seems that Ms. Song doesn't like dim sum in Beijing very much." At some point, Mr. Jinghu had put down the pen in his hand and looked at her indifferently. His thin face was as sharp as a knife, and the atmosphere in the study suddenly became solemn.

  This is the real face of Mr. Jinghu!

  Song Jiyun took a sip of tea calmly, and then said: "I often drink tea with Mr. Yuan and eat Su-style dim sum. After a long time, I really don't like the capital's dim sum."

  There was no grievance between them before, but it was Yuan Yunzhong.

  If he can find her alone for Yuan Yunzhong and show her face, she can use Yuan Yunzhong to fight back.

   It's just Yuan Yunzhong acting in front of Yuan Yunzhong, and Yuan Yunzhong tearing up behind his back, who can't seem to know it.

  Mr. Jinghu looked at her a little more solemnly.

  He said: "Do you know what Yun Zhong went to do in the palace?"

  Since everyone is not going to put on a show, she doesn't have to wear a mask.

   "I beg the emperor to allow him to go out of the city to appease the refugees." Song Jiyun said indifferently.

  Maybe she loves Yuan Yunzhong too much, and her attitude suddenly 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 thinks that based on this, she can get along with Mr. Jinghu. After all, a common enemy can become a friend, and a mutual friend should whitewash the peace.

  She retorted: "Otherwise, why would I live in Mr.'s house? Obviously living in Straw Hat Alley is more comfortable."

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

  Her uninhibited behavior 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 teacup, straightened his sleeves, and said: "I came to see Mr. Jinghu, but I just wanted to watch those silverfish in the imperial court's corpses and send troops to save Mr. Yuan in time when Mr. Yuan left the city. Mr. is thinking too much."

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

  When he smiled, he had a brilliance that broke through the clouds, very similar to Yuan Yunzhong.

  Song Jiyun thought, although Yuan Yunzhong didn't look like his grandfather at all, but his demeanor and behavior were quite like his grandfather. It can be seen that he not only grew up under his grandfather's knees and was taught by his grandfather, but also had a deep influence and a very good relationship.

   "Then what if Yunzhong doesn't come back?" Mr. Jinghu said softly, as if threatening.

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

  Mr. Jinghu's face darkened when he heard this, and he was a little annoyed with the naked eye. He sneered, "Because Yunzhong is my only grandson? The only descendant?"

   "Maybe!" Song Jiyun still said leisurely, "Maybe it's more because you love him so much, and you definitely won't put him in danger."

  Mr. Jinghu's expression became more serious, and he said with a sarcasm: "You are exactly the same as his parents."

   Do you mean Yuan Haoran and his wife?

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

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

   "This is the benefit of being an only child!" Song Jiyun didn't mind stabbing him again, "I was worried that you would let him go, but now I think it was a mistake for me to ask Ying to move to Xijiang Mixiang."

  Mr. Jinghu is really easily irritated in this matter.

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

  Yuan Yun’s Chinese and foreign grandfather really liked him. He didn’t even want to use the word “death” on him, but used “can’t come back” instead.

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

   Song Jiyun jumped up.

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

  Song Jiyun's complexion also began to look a little ugly.

  She said coldly: "Then we'll see!"

  She turned around and walked out.

  Mr. Jinghu was stunned.

   "Stop!" He whispered with faint anger, "What are you doing?"

   Is she afraid that she will blow pillow wind at Yuan Yunzhong's place, or is she afraid that she will stop Yuan Yunzhong?

   Song Jiyun turned his head.

   "Yunzhong has his own ambition and persistence," Mr. Jinghu said with a particularly cold face, "I won't let a woman like you who hasn't even read "The Commandments" ruin him."

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

   His eyes were full of undisguised frost.