Qi Runyun was stunned when he heard this, he didn't care about the heat on it, and looked at the person beside him, and saw him looking at him gently with a shallow smile, and there was seriousness in his eyes.

"I was only taken by my father to learn before I was ten years old, where did I really make molds." The embarrassed voice became low and silent again.

"Before the age of ten, you were the heir that your father cultivated wholeheartedly, and after the age of ten, I believe you never let go." Song Qingyi said such a thing, naturally because he had inadvertently seen the quiet and depressed wife sitting alone in a remote courtyard in the previous life, seriously pinching the clay sculpture, the movements were skillful and fluent, and the small animals pinched were even more lifelike. At that time, he just felt that this Zhengjun was not doing his job, but now he thinks about where his Zhengjun had a "positive business" to operate at that time, and the craftsmanship of that clay sculpture should be the kneading mold that he once learned from his father.

Perhaps he didn't expect Song Qingyi to know about his actions to pass the time in private, and a touch of surprise crossed Qi Runyun's eyes. Qi Runyun has indeed never let go of his father's teachings, although he has been in Xili Garden since he came to the Song family, the life in the garden is not as idle as outsiders imagine. The Song family's Xi Liyuan teaches the eldest daughter-in-law of the Song family, not only to read and write like the Song family's young lady, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cooking tea and tea, these gardens will have special masters and professors, and the way of the female red feed, the way of wife will be taught by specialized grandmothers and embroidery girls. Because the Song family is a famous glass master, Qi Runyun has been specially taught the way to appreciate glass. Therefore, it can be said that the fifteen years of Xi Liyuan were full of classes from morning to night, and the things taught by his father could only be practiced seriously every day at noon and before bedtime, so he did not forget these Qi family skills.

So he didn't really think he knew how to make molds, but he did lack the experience of the craftsmen in the kilns.

"Although I didn't fall behind the skills taught by my father, I really never really molded a pair of glass."

Song Qingyi laughed, and the smile was an appreciation for Qi Runyun's confidence in his skills. "What are you afraid of, Xianggong, I have never really burned the glass, I said that it was a test, naturally it is impossible to achieve it overnight, you are already better than me after all, at least a skill has been built behind closed doors for ten years, but I started from scratch." Song Qingyi's words are not false, as far as the clay sculpture he once saw, his Zhengjun's craftsmanship can be said to be not lost to those masters, but as he himself said, after all, he has no way to really practice pinching molds in Xi Liyuan, what he lacks is experience. In Song Qingyi's past and present lives, he was only familiar with the glaze-making skills.

The second time he heard that title from Song Qingyi's mouth, Qi Runyun didn't react like before, but when he got closer, he could still find that the red ear pinna was showing signs of improvement again. "Hmm." Since Song Qingyi said so, Qi Runyun answered, since this person said that he wanted him to go to the kiln factory to try his hand together, then there is always a time for experience to slowly learn and make up. However, remembering that he said that he was starting from scratch, Qi Runyun remembered that the previous rumors about this Song family were not ordinary. Thinking about his current life and the vague worries in his heart before, or such a difference is a kind of luck for him.

When they returned to Song's house from Qi Mansion, it was already dark, and the two went back to Master Song and Mrs. Song respectively, and invited An to return to their small courtyard for dinner.

"I have returned to my father, and I will go to live in the kiln factory for a few days the day after tomorrow, Uncle Nan has temporarily found a master for me, and when the time comes, I will go to recognize the materials first, you will have a good rest tomorrow, or go shopping and prepare some things to go out, and set off with me the day after tomorrow." After eating, Song Qingyi purified his mouth, and while taking the hot towel handed by the maidservant, he looked back and said to Qi Runyun.

Qi Runyun stretched out his hand to take the towel that Song Qingyi had wiped and handed it to the maids waiting on the side with his own, and then waved them down - because the two were married to men, Song Qingyi replaced the maids who used to serve the night with small maids, as long as they served the day's work, they could retreat and rest after cleaning their faces at night, and in their yard, in addition to the small servants of the two masters of Liuguang and Lingbao, there were also Lizhan, Hua Jue, and Guan Bi, who were originally following Song Qingyi, and they were on duty in shifts at night.

"Good. What's the use of habituality? Qi Runyun doesn't seem to be used to being called, and he often becomes untitled when he talks, but fortunately, Song Qingyi is also used to hearing it.

"You can ask Red Sleeves about the things I am used to, and I was not married before I went to the academy, and all my things were prepared by her." Because of the maid and maid who sent the night, Qi Runyun naturally took over the work of replacing Song Qingyi's wide clothes - Song Qingyi was stunned for a moment when he was served by Qi Runyun for the first time, but he didn't dare to go beyond the norm in his words, but now that they have been together for a few days, they can be as comfortable as family and friends.

Hearing an unfamiliar name from Song Qingyi's mouth, Qi Runyun raised his eyes, and saw that he just gave a casual order, and only then did he react that this should be the big girl who used to serve closely, but this name ...... "Red sleeves add fragrance, Ye is good Yaxing." Although the original intention was just casual words, it was only after Qi Runyun said that he felt that something was wrong with these words.

Even Song Qingyi raised her eyebrows, "Madame, you can believe me, the name of Red Sleeves Tianxiang was taken by my mother, but I didn't mean it." Although he had such thoughts when he was young, he has since he met his junior sister......

Song Qingyi frowned, meeting his junior sister used to be his greatest happiness, but unfortunately it was really his biggest disaster.

Qi Runyun sensitively sensed the change in Song Qingyi's feelings, and just took a step back by taking the gap between cleaning up and taking off his clothes. "Master, I don't mean anything else."

Song Qingyi, who came back to his senses, noticed Qi Runyun's retreat and raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean, madam, think your husband is such a stingy person?" Can't stand up to your joke? Song Qingyi deliberately laughed lightly, and hooked Qi Runyun's chin with his fingers, looking like a gentleman teasing the son of a good family.

Qi Runyun, who had been a little silent, suddenly felt that the corners of his forehead began to hurt, raised his hand to knock down the finger that hooked his chin, and turned the screen in front of the bed without replying to go to sleep.

"Madam, don't go!" Song Qingyi found that after a day, his family Zhengjun had been able to adjust well to the love that he called Mrs. and called himself a father-in-law. It's really hard to tease.

At this time, Qi Runyun, who turned into the screen, was stunned by the only quilt on the bed - it was clear that the maids had prepared two quilts on the bed at night after the cave room.