Before the word price could be spoken, it was broken by a crisp children's voice.

"Grandmother, Yeon-yeon is here!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a comb on the ridge and a bun, wearing a red brocade flower skirt, and a little girl about three or four years old ran in this direction.

The little girl's skin was so white and tender that it made people worry that the sun was too much in the sky and would tan her.

When the little girl ran in, Song Lingyue felt that her whole heart was about to melt.

The little girl looks like a pink carved jade, a pair of big eyes blinking smartly, eyelashes like a fan, slender and curly, and a pair of eyes that seem to be able to speak.

The upturned little nose and the pink lips like water chestnuts are hooked with a shallow arc at this time, and the little milk voice of the milk is constantly emitted: "Grandmother, grandmother!" ”

She stretched out her hand to ask the old lady Song in front of her to hug her.

After a while, behind her appeared another woman about twenty or thirty years old, dressed in a light blue muslin dress, with her hair coiled in a bun and fixed with a silver hairpin, refreshing and generous, and her mouth shouted loudly: "Miss, wait a minute! Wait a minute! ”

Song Lingyue guessed that this woman was probably someone like Zhao Niangniang, who took care of the little girl in front of her, and she could see it just from the texture of her clothes.

Mrs. Song stretched out her hand to hug the little girl, and just wanted to bend down, she frowned in pain.

She gasped and pounded her right hand into a fist where it hurt.

"Grandmother hug!" The little girl still stretched out her hand.

Mrs. Song frowned and coaxed in a low voice: "Grandmother's back hurts, and she can't hold Yanyan anymore." ”

"Miss!" Granny Zhao hurriedly arrived, and when she saw the old lady Song, she hurriedly saluted, "Old lady!" ”

Mrs. Song just nodded at Granny Zhao and motioned for Granny Zhao to hug the little girl Yanyan.

Yanyan couldn't be hugged by Mrs. Song and pouted a little unhappily, her soft and cute appearance was very cute.

Granny Zhao picked up Yanyan and frowned, "Why are you here again?" If the lord and the lady knew that you were not resting well in the mansion and came here again, they would definitely be angry. ”

"The house is too far away from the flower bed, I don't like it." Mrs. Song said stubbornly.

"But old lady, you are not in good health, this wooden house is damp, and it is not good for your joints." Granny Zhao was full of worries, and when she turned her head, she found Qi Mo and Song Lingyue standing aside.

"Old lady, who are these two?" Grandma Zhao looked at Song Lingyue curiously.

Song Lingyue stepped forward to introduce herself: "My surname is Song, I came to buy flowers, and I was discussing with Mrs. Song just now." ”

Grandma Zhao showed a look of sudden realization, turned around and said to Mrs. Song: "Old lady, the day is getting bigger and bigger, or let's go back to the mansion, you have a backache just now, go back and let the pearl girl pinch it for you." ”

Without waiting for Mrs. Song to refuse, Grandma Zhao added: "Don't you still want to talk to these two about business?" Standing here and talking about how hot it is, it's hard to even prepare hot tea, so let's go back. ”

"I was negligent." Old Lady Song smiled apologetically at Song Lingyue and Qi Mo, "Then invite the two of you to the cold house to get together, the two of you should be tired after walking for so long." ”

"Then our carriage ......" Song Lingyue looked at the carriage not far away, and was a little hesitant whether she should throw the carriage here.

Horses were very expensive in both ancient and modern times.

The key is that Song Lingyue's carriage is still rented.

"Then the girl will drive the carriage over, and it happens that she is also in the yard for fodder." Old Lady Song saw Song Lingyue's embarrassment at a glance and said with a smile.

Song Lingyue asked Qi Mo to catch the carriage over, and she walked back to the mansion with Mrs. Song.

Along the way, Song Yanyan hid in Granny Zhao's arms, looking Song Lingyue up and down curiously, a pair of eyes blinked, and Song Lingyue's heart was about to melt.

Song Lingyue secretly made a face with Song Yanyan, but the little girl Yanyan was not interested in Song Lingyue's grimace, and shrank into Grandma Zhao's arms one by one.

"The eldest lady is a little scared." Grandma Zhao noticed Song Lingyue's movements and hurriedly explained to Song Lingyue.

was found out Song Lingyue smiled embarrassedly: "I see that she is so cute, I can't help but want to tease." ”

The old lady Song on the side said, "Doesn't Miss Song have brothers and sisters?" The corner of his eye fell on Qi Mo, who was in charge of driving behind him, but there was only a glimpse, and he quickly turned back.

Song Lingyue shook her head lightly: "I have a younger brother, but I have always wanted a younger sister, but unfortunately my parents died early, so I was left with such a younger brother." ”

"And who is that?" Mrs. Song originally thought that Qi Mo was Song Lingyue's brother, but now when she heard Song Lingyue say this, she knew that she would definitely not be her brother.

Song Lingyue said: "That's my guy in the store, and he is also my friend." ”

"Dude?" Hearing this, Grandma Zhao looked sideways at Song Lingyue, "Could it be that the girl also does business?" ”

"Well, a little business." Song Lingyue didn't want to mention it.

The group arrived at the door of the mansion after a short while, and a plaque was hung on the magnificent vermilion gate with two big characters written on the Song Mansion.

"The old lady is back." The doorkeeper saw the old lady and hurriedly trotted up to meet him, "Old lady, why did you run out again?" The old man has explained to the little one several times, saying that if the little one still can't look down on the old lady, he will be dismissed from the little one. ”

"Hmph, he dares." Old Mrs. Song snorted angrily, "Go and report it, and it will be said that there is a sale." ”

Hearing this, Menzi curiously swept over the faces of Song Lingyue and Qi Mo, and responded: "The little one will go and inform the master." This carriage was brought by two guests, right? Song Er, quickly lead the guest's carriage to the stable. ”

As soon as the words fell, a thin boy came out of the side door, first saluted Mrs. Song and Song Yanyan, and then walked up to Qi Mo and asked Qi Mo to hand him the reins.

"This Marco is a little too thin." Song Er patted the horse's back lovingly, took the reins and led the horse to the stable to graze.

As soon as she stepped into the gate of the Song Mansion, Song Lingyue was attracted by the elaborately carved white butterfly wearing flowers on the painting wall in the front yard.

The painting wall is based on white marble, with a stone slab embedded in it, and ordinary people will use turquoise to highlight their pride, and if they are more luxurious, they may use jadeite.

For example, there is a jade stone sculpture on the verandah of the garden of Yu Garden, and a whole piece of jadeite is cut open, and an osmanthus tree with lush branches and leaves is carved inside, which contrasts with the rare flowers and plants in the garden.

When Song Lingyue approached the stone wall, she was even more amazed.

Originally, the murals on the stone wall had no color to speak of, but because the stone slabs were born with colorful colors, the craftsman used the colors on the stone to carve flowers and butterflies, which made the murals come to life.

The most amazing thing is that there is no trace of this whole stone slab, it looks as if it was cut from a whole boulder, and then carved into such a painting.

I have to say that nature is really a miracle that can give birth to such a beautiful stone.

"What a big five-color stone wall, look at this size is at least more than two meters, this carving is also good, even if this stone wall is placed in the royal garden, it will not drop points."

Qi Mo didn't know when he walked to Song Lingyue's side, and he also admired this stone wall as carefully as Song Lingyue.

"Five-colored stones?" Song Lingyue was a little curious, "Could it be the five-colored stone that Nuwa used to mend the sky?" ”

"Yes, this is indeed a five-color stone, and it is also a family heirloom of my Song family." Old Lady Song's voice appeared behind the two of them, and she touched the stone wall with feeling, "Legend has it that this stone fell from the sky and happened to fall near the ancestral tomb of my Song family." Because of its distinctiveness, my Song clan all believe that it is a divine stone that fell from the sky in order to protect the Song family. ”

Song Lingyue suddenly realized that this stone was a meteorite, but she didn't expect this meteorite profile to be so beautiful.

After admiring it for a while, the sun grew brighter, and everyone walked into the antechamber.

After a while, the group came to the front hall, and Mrs. Song instructed the maids to prepare tea and pastries, and smiled at Song Lingyue and the others: "I'll go change clothes, you sit here first." ”

Song Lingyue responded with a smile, picked up the tea in the teacup on the table and took a sip, her mouth was full of the fragrance of tea, and she couldn't help but sigh: "This tea is much better than ours." ”

Qi Mo gave Song Lingyue a roll of his eyes angrily: "You buy tea foam, can it be delicious?" ”

Song Lingyue said seriously: "What's wrong with the tea foam?" The tea polyphenols in the broken tea leaves are better released, and it is easier for people to absorb them! Besides, cheap tea and expensive tea, except for a slight difference in aroma and taste, everything else is the same, and you can't look down on the tea powder I bought. ”

"You're just a bunch of fallacies." Qi Mo put the teacup on the coffee table, "If you say it, then how can these good tea leaves be sold, everyone will drink tea foam." ”

"Tea is so expensive, I would rather use the money from buying good tea to contract a few more acres of medicinal fields, which is much more affordable than drinking tea." Saying this, Song Lingyue held the teacup but never stopped.

How could Song Lingyue not know the difference between good tea and tea foam, after all, her grandmother was obsessed with tea.

Originally, Song Lingyue thought that in ancient times, tea should not be as expensive as it is sold in modern times, but when she went to the tea shop to ask, she found that tea was the same expensive as it was bought in ancient and modern times.

"Besides, good tea takes time to taste, and I don't have time to taste it. Drinking tea, it is good tea to quench your thirst, so why bother. Song Lingyue found a new reason for herself.

"Haha, a good sentence that quenches your thirst is good tea." A hearty voice sounded from behind the screen, and Song Lingyue followed the voice.

I saw an elegant uncle in his early thirties, dressed in a dark green robe, wearing a sachet embroidered with bluegrass around his waist, and holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking the fan carelessly, looking strategic.

"I've seen Master Song." Song Lingyue hurriedly got up and said hello to Song Xuanran in front of her.

Song Xuanran looked at Song Lingyue with interest, touched his beard and smiled: "Are you?" ”