Chapter VII

Mrs. Song set up a banquet tonight to entertain the guests, and the banquet was naturally prepared early.

Under the eaves of the corridor, the glass painting Shengshou Wujiang hanging lamp is hanging high, and the maids are all over the body, holding the gold-painted lacquer tea tray in both hands, and passing through the verandah from both sides.

The flower hall is full of flowers, and the red sandalwood inlaid bamboo silk plum blossom round bench on both sides is set up with white marble rectangular flower pots, and several narcissus plants are offered in the pots. On one side of the black lacquer bench is a silver kettle.

Song Lingzhi wore a peacock pattern brocade robe with blue clouds and beads, and wore a peacock hairpin, and the begonia dripping green beads and jasper hairpins between the temples reflected the candlelight, scorching and shining.

Wei Ziyuan followed behind Song Lingzhi step by step, and was about to step into the flower hall, when she suddenly saw Qiu Yan stretching out her hand to stop someone, she whispered: "Sister Bai Zhi is waiting inside, let's stand under the eaves of the porch and wait, we don't need to go in." ”

Qiu Yan's voice was not small, Song Lingzhi turned around when he heard this, and said to Qiu Yan with a smile: "What are you doing here, it is only serious to go to the warm pavilion to have a cup of hot wine to warm up your body, if there is really something, I will call you again." ”

Qiu Yan is unwilling: "The girl ......"

Song Lingzhi: "Let's go." ”

The flower hall stands on one side of the red sandalwood inlaid jade interstitial screen, carved beams and painted buildings, and the mattress is set with hibiscus, and there is a sound of fine music from time to time.

Song Lingzhi lifted her skirt step by step and let her grandmother lead her to sit down.

There are precious fruits and delicacies on the table, as well as delicacies and wines.

Le Ji tapped the sandalwood board, and the sound of the piano was faint.

Through a red sandalwood inlaid jade interstitial screen, Song Lingzhi could smell his father's laughter from time to time.

On the table, the cup is pushed and changed, and the beads are surrounded by greenery.

Wu Yinyang chisel poured himself into the pot, and Song Hanyuan poured a cup for himself and held it with Shen Yan in person.

"Mother has told me all about the things in the temple, fortunately Yan Gongzi helped, otherwise the little girl would not be able to turn the crisis into safety, this cup, I respect you."

Shen Yan raised his sleeves: "The effort of raising your hands is not enough to worry about your teeth." ”

Song Hanyuan waved his hand: "Yu Yan Gongzi is a gesture, but I am not." ”

He smiled, his eyes looked at the red sandalwood inlaid jade interstitial, and faintly saw the figure behind the interstitial, "Although my little girl is stubborn, she is the most exquisite, and her grandmother regards her as an eyeball." Don't be afraid of Yan Gongzi's jokes, if she really has three longs and two shorts, don't say that I am my mother......"

Song Hanyuan's eyes wept, sighed heavily, and felt that tonight was a thank you banquet, so he shouldn't be so disappointed, so he hurriedly poured three glasses for himself and punished himself.

He also asked the little maid Donghai to hold a gold-painted lacquer brocade box, wrapped in red satin, and untied it, but it was a pearl more than a foot high.

The pearl is smooth and full, lustrous and transparent, delicate and white.

It is a high-quality white marble, and it is not as good as half a point.

Song Hanyuan personally took it and presented it: "This is a foreign product from the South China Sea, and the fishermen there all say that such a big pearl is once in ten thousand years." I also hope that Yan Gongzi will not be disgusted. ”

Shen Yan repeatedly refused.

Song Hanyuan: "Yan Gongzi saved me and my little daughter twice, although I am vulgar and not as knowledgeable as you, but I also know that the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring, if Yan Gongzi does not accept it, he will look down on Song." ”

After the words fell, Song Hanyuan poured himself another cup and patted Shen Yan on the shoulder: "I'll tell you the truth, if it weren't for the delay in the maritime documents, I would have ...... today, today."

The blue and white seawater cloud dragon pattern goblet turned lightly in his hand, Shen Yan raised his eyes, and his ink-colored eyes reflected the golden window and jade sill in the banquet.

His voice was cold, like a cold spring in the moon: "...... Do you want to go by sea? ”

Song Hanyuan laughed: "Of course, don't tell the prince that this imported product was brought back from the sea." ”

Song Hanyuan shook his head and regretted, "It's a pity that I don't have that maritime paperwork, otherwise I would have gone to sea in person." ”

Although there is no maritime ban in this dynasty, if you want to go to sea, you need maritime documents. The documents are rare, and Song Hanyuan spent a lot of money to make dots up and down in Beijing, but he still didn't get it.

This is Song Hanyuan's recent troubles, and on a good day, he doesn't want to mention it again, so he only beckons Shen Yan to drink and eat.

"Stop, don't mention it. Yan Gongzi tasted our red simmered eel, speaking of which, this is still the credit of the little girl. ”

Shen Yan looked stunned: "Miss Song did it?" ”

Song Hanyuan smiled heartily: "How could she do this?" But one day I woke up and suddenly said that I had a dream, in the dream the fairy and she said that the red simmered eel should be replaced with sweet sauce for autumn oil, and the skin should not be wrinkled, I asked the cook to try it according to what she said, and it was really delicious. ”

Song Hanyuan was talking happily, but he didn't notice the treacherous complexity in Shen Yan's eyes, he was curious: "Why didn't Yan Gongzi eat it?" ”

Shen Yan remained silent: "Miss Song has been to the capital?" ”

Song Hanyuan said honestly: "That's not true. Last year, she was going to go to Beijing with me, but unfortunately she was not safe at that time, so she had to give up. ”

On the table, the maid wore flowers and willows, and hung her hands to serve.

Shen Yan held the goblet, and his eyes casually swept over the red sandalwood inlaid jade interstitial.

Song Mansion is the home of Zhong Ming Ding Food, the □□ is fine, the eel on the plate is tender and smooth, and the meat is fragrant.

It is not surprising that red simmered eel is used, but it is ...... to replace autumn oil with sweet sauce The practice of the Imperial Dining Room.

Shen Yan's eyes deepened.

……

Fire tree honeysuckle, incense crumbs to the ground.

The silk and bamboo on the table are pleasant to the ear, and the eyes are splendid.

Mrs. Song hugged Song Lingzhi and smiled.

Suddenly, I saw the spring peach beside Jiang coming in a hurry, and the cranes on his body were full of snow beads, which showed that he was in a hurry.

She was blessed to confess: "Old lady, Mrs. got up today and owe ...... peace"

Old Madam Song waved her hand in displeasure: "That's it, I didn't expect her to come." ”

Chun Tao looked embarrassed and stood in place in embarrassment.

Su Ri Song Lingzhi went to Biyu Xuan to give Jiang Shi Morning and Dusk Province, and the most he saw was the spring peach. Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, Chun Tao always asked the little maid to add more silver kettles to save Song Lingzhi from the cold.

couldn't bear to feel that Chun Tao was standing at the bottom, Song Lingzhi bent his lips and beckoned to Bai Zhi: "You come, pour a glass of hot wine for Sister Chun Tao, it's cold this day, warm up your body and go again." I eat this plate of rouge goose breast well, take it in a box and bring it to Sister Chuntao. ”

Spring peach blessing: "Thank you for the reward." ”

Bai Zhi left in response, and after a while, she turned back, with a few more scriptures in her hand, and Bai Zhi was blessed: "Old lady, this is the one that Chun Tao just gave to the slave maid, and they are all scriptures copied by the lady herself, please take a look." ”

Old Madam Song was on an agarwood crutch in one hand, and did not raise her eyes: "It's hard for her to have a heart, just let it go." ”

Bai Zhi lowered her head and said "yes".

Old Madam Song sneered: "My own child almost died, but she, the mother, didn't even look at it......"

Bai Zhi hurriedly bent her knees and blessed herself: "The old lady forgives the sin, the lady just asked Chuntao about the girl's body, and said that when the girl's body is in good condition, she will personally ask the girl's homework." ”

Song Lingzhi was shocked: "...... What? ”

What she was most afraid of since she was a child was studying, and every time she saw Mr. Teaching, Song Lingzhi always felt a headache.

The Jiang family was born in an official palace and attached great importance to learning. If she tests her homework......

After being reborn, Song Lingzhi had already thrown his homework out of the clouds, forgot all the four books and five classics, and never even wrote big characters well.

She hid in the arms of Mrs. Song: "Grandmother, I don't want to write." ”

Mrs. Song was happy: "It's just to write a few big characters, why are you afraid?" ”

Song Lingzhi pouted: "Grandmother doesn't know, mother can be strict." If you see that I don't study well, you should hit me in the palm of my hand. And I get dizzy when I see 'Zhihu also', and with this kung fu, it is better to follow my grandmother to learn to read the account book. ”

When Mrs. Song was young, she was also an iron-blooded iron lady, and she traveled all over the mountains and mountains with her husband, and she also walked □□ ten out of the world, and her experience was incomparable to that of ordinary women.

Hearing her granddaughter's complaints, Mrs. Song only smiled: "A few days ago, I sent the account book sent by Mother Liu, can you see the branches?" ”

Song Lingzhi raised her head from the arms of Mrs. Song, straightened her body and sat down: "Look, it's a look, only one granddaughter is quite puzzled." ”

When the words fell, he beckoned Bai Zhi to fetch it, and Song Lingzhi opened the account book and handed it to Mrs. Song.

"This is sent by Liu Zhuangtou, who is in charge of our family's ten Zhuangzi, three of which reported drought last year, and now only seven are still able to survive."

"I asked someone, and the drought was true, but the account book sent by Liu Zhuangtou was really strange."

Old Madam Song pursed her lips and smiled: "What's strange?" ”

Song Lingzhi whispered: "I asked someone to go to the next village to ask, they also have drought, but the harvest is two percent higher than Liu Zhuangtou." I was afraid of the wrong stranger, and I found out the account books of previous years. Fifteen hundred miles of land ......"

Song Lingzhi is quite accomplished in arithmetic, and he can get results without an abacus. When she was young, Mrs. Song still didn't believe it, so she personally took the abacus and calculated it over and over again, and it was really exactly the same as Song Lingzhi's score.

Mrs. Song was so overjoyed that she shouted her heart and soul baby, and personally took her by her side to teach.

Hearing Song Lingzhi's words tonight, Mrs. Song nodded, her eyes full of approval: "Zhizhi wants to say...... Shopkeeper Liu sent a fake account? ”

Song Lingzhi bowed: "It's indeed a fake account." ”

Old Madam Song followed the temptation: "What is the intention of that branch?" ”

"Fake accounts are naturally intolerable, and the deficit of silver will be handed over in double copies next year, if not, Zhuangzi will not need him to take care of it in the future."

Old Madam Song nodded, silent, and only looked at Song Lingzhi.

Song Lingzhi smiled clearly: "Grandmother stares at me like this, don't you think I'm unkind?" ”

Old Madam Song smiled but did not speak.

Song Lingzhi: "He did the wrong thing about false accounts, and I have a clear conscience." However, I also asked someone to go to the village to ask, and they said that the youngest son of the shopkeeper Liu was seriously ill and is now lying on the bed, relying on ginseng to continue his life. I thought of sending someone to bring him two sticks of ginseng, and it would not be in vain for him to have a game with his grandfather, so as to save the hearts of other old fellows. ”

Old Madam Song patted the back of her hand: "Enwei is a combination of grace and power, you have learned very well." ”

Song Lingzhi leaned against Mrs. Song's shoulder and smiled: "That's also how well my grandmother taught her." ”

Mrs. Song: "That being said, Mr. Ran let me learn ......"

Song Lingzhi stood up with his ears covered, his slender waist was unbearable, like a weak willow supporting the wind: "Grandmother, I am dizzy, I have to go out for a walk." ”

When the words fell, he didn't care whether Mrs. Song agreed or not, and hurriedly walked out.

Bai Zhi hurriedly followed, and shouted urgently: "Girl, it's cold outside, put on a peacock and leave." ”

The snow beads are fluttering, and Bai Zhi is holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a glass hydrangea lamp in the other.

The night was as cold as water.

Bluestone Yong Road, Song Lingzhi was rarely interested, turned the flower barrier, and followed the steps of Taiji.

Bai Zhi followed behind Song Lingzhi, and she persuaded people softly: "Girl, if you go further on, you will be Wangxian Pavilion, let's go back." ”

Mrs. Song loves to listen to opera, and Wangxian Pavilion is the theater built by Mr. Song for his wife. Wangxian Pavilion is a triple eaves, red walls and green tiles, and there are cloisonné enamel cloud bat pattern flower basket hanging lamps under the eaves corners.

The cloud shadow was slanted, and he came out in a hurry, and Song Lingzhi's hand stove fell in the flower hall.

This place is remote, and there are few mothers-in-law and maids walking around.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the dark shadows are reflected in the verandahs on both sides.

Song Lingzhi looked back and called Bai Zhi to step forward: "You go back to your grandmother and bring the hand stove." ”

Bai Zhi worried: "Girl, it's dark here, you are here alone, if you encounter something......

Song Lingzhi pursed the corners of his lips: "This is at home, where will you meet anything irrelevant, you just go and come back quickly." ”

Wangxian Pavilion was only half a cup of tea away from the flower hall, and Bai Zhifu said "yes". The glass hydrangea lamp was left, Bai Zhi only held an oil-paper umbrella, turned around and hurried away, and her back gradually disappeared into the vast night.

The verandah railing was covered with a blue satin peony pattern mattress, and Song Lingzhi sat down leaning on the railing, with the wind in his ears.

I didn't think it before, but this time I really felt that the wind was dignified.

Song Lingzhi tightened his grip and stood up.

The cold night was steep, and suddenly, there was an extra black shadow under his feet.

Song Lingzhi was startled and raised his eyes suddenly.

Pupil constriction.

Shen Yan didn't know when...... Stand in front of yourself.

The chest cavity agitated, and Song Lingzhi only felt a chill gradually rising, covering all his limbs.

"You ......" calmed down, and Song Lingzhi pretended to be calm, "Why did Yan Gongzi come out, but tonight's song didn't suit your heart?" ”

The wind and snow were shaking, and Shen Yan's eyes were hidden in the night, obscure.

It was rare for Song Lingzhi to hear him chuckle very lightly, like a goose without a trace.

"It's true that the song doesn't fit the way, but that ...... The red simmered eel is excellent. ”

Song Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief and curled his lips: "If Yan Gongzi likes it, you can let the kitchen ...... again"

Shen Yan was unhurried: "It's just that I'm curious about one thing......"

Shen Yan pressed forward step by step, and in the blink of an eye, there was only an inch of distance between the two.

Looking at each other, Song Lingzhi's heart beat like a drum.

She stood in the middle of the verandah, with hundreds of steps behind her, stretching one step further back......

Where the light and shadow were missing, Song Lingzhi's face was as white as paper.

I only heard Shen Yan's low and hoarse voice fall on his ears, and he paused word by word.

"That recipe is only available in the palace, how did Miss Song know?"

The snow was soft, and Song Lingzhi leaned back half of his body, only to feel shaky.

The cold wind was bleak, and the loose robes were blowing.

Shen Yan's voice was like a ghost, like a shadow.

"Does Miss Song know why that little novice in Jinming Temple died?"

Shen Yan's pupils were extremely dark, and the light and shadow could not illuminate his face.

Snow beads fell from under the eaves of the corridor, chilling all over the body.

The long nails stained with impatiens juice pinched the palms of his palms, and Song Lingzhi suddenly remembered that after Shen Yan ascended the throne in his previous life, the first prince was imprisoned in the water prison. Shen Yan asked the eldest brother's kneecap to be smashed and made to kneel in the direction of the Jinluan Palace.

The brother Shen Yan is still so ruthless, and he even talks about others.

Song Lingzhi's eyebrows jumped heavily, and he pretended to be calm: "That little novice just got drunk and died tragically under the horse's hooves, what's so strange?" Besides, what if the recipe is in the palace, money can make the ghost grind, let alone a prescription, I can afford anything else. ”

She raised her head and forced herself to meet Shen Yan's gaze: "Look at your eyebrows and eyes carefully, they are indeed not like my father, I was talking nonsense in my illness before, and I hope that Yan Gongzi will not go to his heart." ”

Shen Yan said lightly: "That recipe was bought by Miss Song, but how did I hear about it...... That's what Miss Song got in her dream? ”

Song Lingzhi's eyes widened, and he secretly scolded Song Hanyuan for being too talkative.

Shen Yan approached step by step, and the breath that belonged to him was pervasive, and the forest was cold to the bone, even worse than the cold ice under the eaves.

The long platform winds behind him, as long as he steps back half an inch......

Suddenly, a sharp sound suddenly fell in my ears, like a sharp blade piercing through the night.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", the ancient pine under the eaves shook, and in an instant, all the snow fell on the shoulders of Song Lingzhi and Shen Yan.

Shen Yan subconsciously took half a step back.

hid in time, only the clothes were stained with sporadic snow floc.

The breath of oppression was no longer there, and Song Lingzhi took the opportunity to stand firm and brush the snow off his shoulders.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a fallen leaf standing firmly on the black oil stone pillar.

Half of the leaf was submerged in the column, which shows the great strength.

Song Lingzhi turned around in shock.

In the dark night, Wei Ziyuan stood under the verandah with his hands down, carrying a sheep's horn lamp in his hand.

The dusk light and shadow were reflected in Wei Ziyuan's amber eyes, scorching and scorching.