CHAPTER XIII

Three days in a row, listening to Shen Yan's article in Linyue Pavilion, Song Lingzhi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and every time he went to Xianyun Pavilion for lunch at noon, Song Lingzhi was always coquettish next to his grandmother, trying to persuade the other party to change his master.

Today, I just stepped into the door of the moon cave, and suddenly saw the golden sill jade window, and the one-color glass hydrangea lamp in the garden was hung high, and the red plums in the garden lost their good color.

The tent dances and the phoenix, and the bead curtain embroiders the curtain.

Song Lingzhi was surprised, stepped on the snow and walked forward slowly, through the flowers and willows, and over the shadow wall.

The sound of fine music in Xianyun Pavilion is noisy, and through the orangutan felt curtain, you can still hear the laughter of Mrs. Song from time to time.

Song Hanyuan was also in the room.

"Grandmother, father."

Blessed body, Song Lingzhi curiously paced to Mrs. Song's couch and sat down next to her, "But there is a happy event, why do I see red lanterns hanging in the garden?" ”

"It's a happy event." Old Madam Song smiled happily, "Our family's maritime paperwork has come down, and your father will leave in three days." ”

Song Lingzhi was shocked: "Didn't my father just come back and go out again?" ”

And this maritime document did not have such a thing in a previous life.

Song Lingzhi was worried, suspecting that Shen Yan had moved his hands and feet: "That document is true, don't your father be deceived?" ”

Old Madam Song glared at her: "Can the documents of the imperial court still be faked?" Your father asked the deceased to help him, this document is not easy to come by, don't talk nonsense. ”

Hearing that it was Song Hanyuan's deceased who helped, Song Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Since he is an old man, it should have nothing to do with Shen Yan.

It is also her recent cup, bow and snake shadow, as soon as there is a wind and grass, it is like facing a great enemy.

Song Lingzhi's eyebrows were crooked: "It's the granddaughter's fault, it should be beaten." It's just that my father is gone, and I don't know how sooner or later I will come back. ”

Song Hanyuan stroked his beard: "At least three months, more than half a year." ”

When the words fell, he didn't worry that Song Lingzhi was at home, so he asked him repeatedly.

Halfway through the conversation, another little guy came to report, saying that the Lin family and the Lu family had sent Eli Lilly, and the heads of the two ready-to-wear shops came to the door in person.

Song Hanyuan stroked his palms and laughed: "These two old things must have come for the shark silk tent." ”

The silk tent is made of silk, light and translucent, a horse is hard to find, and it is worth a lot. And the real shark silk tent is only available in the South China Sea. Song Hanyuan went this time, also for this silk tent.

Mrs. Song: "If you have something to do, go first, and I will do it if I have a branch." ”

Song Hanyuan gave up his hand, and before leaving, he didn't forget to whisper to Song Lingzhi: "If it's okay, go to your mother's courtyard and accompany her." ”

asked Donghai to run to Biyuxuan again, and asked Jiang what he liked, and he would bring it back when he went out this time.

After having lunch with his grandmother, Song Lingzhi returned to Linyue Pavilion alone.

Along the way, I listened to the joy of the autumn geese: "The girl doesn't know, the front yard is lively, just the gifts sent by those families, there is a yard full of them, and they are all begging our master to help transport the silk tent." ”

Wei Ziyuan was puzzled: Will the master agree?

Qiu Yan hurriedly replied: "I just heard from Donghai that the master should go down to the two ready-to-wear shops, and each family has a hundred shark silk tents." ”

Wei Ziyuan was shocked: Why?

The Song family also has a ready-to-wear shop under its name, and if the silk account is not exported, it will definitely be able to make a lot of money.

Wei Ziyuan: Is it selling at a high price?

Song Lingzhi said with a smile: "With my father's temperament, he can't do this kind of thing." ”

Wei Ziyuan was puzzled.

Song Lingzhi bent his lips: "People's hearts are priceless. ”

If this 100 shark silk tent can buy the hearts of the other two shops, it is not a loss for Song Hanyuan.

Wei Ziyuan still frowned: people's hearts are unpredictable, if something happens in the middle of the shark tent, the old man will not be able to come up with so much for a while......

"Don't talk nonsense."

Before Wei Ziyuan finished writing, the paper was suddenly snatched away by Song Lingzhi.

The woman's hands were slender and lightly knocked on Wei Ziyuan's head.

Song Lingzhi pulled his lips and smiled, "Father hasn't left yet, don't say such unlucky words!" Why don't you shoot the wood three times and go to the bad luck! ”

The firecrackers on the house rang for three days and three nights, and the guests greeted usher, and the incense crumbs were all over the ground. Bidding farewell to the sea god Niangniang, Song Hanyuan took the slave and whipped away.

Under the window of the restaurant facing the street, Song Lingzhi leaned under the window, looking at the crowds on the long street.

Bai Zhi knew what was on her mind, and personally brought the tea: "Girl, the master has boarded the ship early." You look at it again, and you can't see it. ”

Song Lingzhi slowly retracted his gaze, and his heart was still worried: "I just wish my father a safe journey, and no big things will happen." ”

Bai Zhi was relieved gently: "The old man is kind and kind, he will definitely be able to get his wish, don't worry about the girl......"

Yu Guang unintentionally caught a glimpse of a corner of the window, and Bai Zhi was surprised, "That's not ...... He Gongzi? ”

In front of the bookstore, He Ming's figure was long, the azure robe outlined a thin shadow, bowed his head and whispered a few words to the shopkeeper, and then handed a bag to the shopkeeper in exchange for a tael of silver.

Bai Zhi was surprised: "Is Gongzi He copying books for the bookstore?" ”

Poor scholars can read and write, and occasionally rely on copying books to help others write letters to survive. Although He Ming lived in the Song Mansion, food and clothing and monthly money, Song Hanyuan gave it according to Song Lingzhi's share.

Song Lingzhi sank his face, just thinking that there were people in the house who were embarrassed and deliberately ignored He Ming's example.

Bai Zhi frowned: "Gongzi He is a guest, and he shouldn't be so bold and reckless if he wants to take charge of things." ”

Song Lingzhi suffered a loss here in his previous life, shook his head and sighed lightly: "There are many people in the house, if you really want to torture people, there are more unsightly methods, you go and ask carefully, remember not to alarm Gongzi He." ”

Bai Zhifu said "yes".

The bookstore is facing the street, the snow beads are falling in the distance, Song Lingzhi is holding the hand stove, the autumn fragrance feather satin cloak is golden and scorching, and the clouds are piled with green buns.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore smiled happily, knowing that there were big customers in the store today, so he hurriedly greeted him and personally poured the best tea for Song Lingzhi.

He also ordered his men to present the good inkstone from the bookstore.

"Look, girl, it's a good thing. The small ones dare to pack tickets, even in the capital, and they can't find anything better than this. ”

The inkstone is boxy, the lower lining is murmuring with flowing water, the spring stone carved on it is craggy, and there are swimming fish playing in the water again, and there are two children standing on the stone, combing the total horn.

The shopkeeper talked eloquently, and brought a lacquered wooden brocade box, wrapped in red silk in the box, is a spotted bamboo tube jade shoot pen, and the hat is embedded with ivory.

Song Lingzhi glanced at it lightly: "This is a wolf?" ”

The shopkeeper was full of smiles, and he was busy with "yes".

Song Lingzhi didn't say a word, and Bai Zhi had already taken half a step forward: "Wrap it up." ”

After finishing speaking, he quietly asked the shopkeeper, "The scholar who came to your house is an acquaintance of the shopkeeper?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "It's not an acquaintance, it's just that the scholar has a good hand, and he has been strapped lately, so he just copied the book with me for money." ”

Calculating the time, not long after He Ming came to the Song family, he copied books in this bookstore.

Song Lingzhi and Bai Zhi glanced at each other, then looked away and looked at something else.

Song Lingzhi is generous, not to mention anything else, just the maid who followed her is dressed more decently than the girls and young ladies of ordinary people, just the begonias between the sideburns and the jade hairpins, you can buy half of the shop.

The shopkeeper was sharp-eyed, knowing that Song Lingzhi could not ask He Ming for no reason, so he chattered and took out all the poems and texts that He Ming copied here.

"Gongzi He still has a painting with me, the girl wants to take a look." Halfway through the words, the shopkeeper slapped his head again, "Look at my brain, the bookstore has just bought new goods this month, and the girl will take a look at this paint." ”

Ordinary pigments, but peach, shallots, green willows, yellow rouge. The gold-painted lacquer brocade box held by the shopkeeper in both hands has hundreds of colors, which is enough to dazzle people and keep their eyes peeled. What's even better is that the paint is not as lifeless as usual, it falls on the paper like a glimpse of light, as if reflecting a red glow.

"It's so pretty."

Song Lingzhi's eyes lit up, she was still thinking about painting a birthday celebration for her grandmother, if she had such paint, it would be like icing on the cake, like a tiger with wings.

Although this pigment is beautiful, it is very valuable, and the literati and scholars are discouraged when they see it.

Seeing that Song Lingzhi was interested today, the shopkeeper couldn't wait to give birth to a three-inch tongue on the spot, and he brought Xuelang paper and tried it with Song Lingzhi.

……

In the private room of the restaurant, half of the flower window was spoken, and Yue Xu lowered his hand: "Master, this is the 30,000 taels of gold that Guo Fu just sent." ”

Song Hanyuan thought that he had asked his old friend for help, but he didn't know that the old friend was doing what Shen Yan told him. When the Guo family received Song Hanyuan's thank you gift, they didn't dare to stay longer for a moment, so they hurriedly sent someone to send it.

Shen Yan's face was faint, and only a little more ridicule was in his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Song Lingzhi in the bookstore opposite, and Shen Yan slowly raised his eyes.

In front of the painting, Song Lingzhi's hand hung lightly in the air, and the pen and ink fell. Where I put pen to paper, there is no hesitation.

Song Lingzhi worshipped Mr. Zhao Xu in Beijing as his teacher in his previous life, and the color of his pen was very similar to Zhao Xu, such as this......

Suddenly, a chill grew in my back.

Song Lingzhi turned her head, and suddenly bumped into a pair of dark eyes, and Shen Yan's face was faint, as if she casually swept over her paintings.

The heart was surging uneasily, Song Lingzhi let go of the pen, and before he could make a sound, he suddenly saw Shen Yan walking towards her, his steps were slow.

"Good drawing." Shen Yan's voice was soft, and his eyelids drooped, "You are painting...... Who taught it? ”

The sound is like an ancient bell chime stone, not slow or slow.

"Just draw it, how can there be any famous teacher." Song Lingzhi said nonsense, "If you talk about teachers, Xu is a blind gentleman in my family over the years, only he has come and gone without a trace, and now I don't know where he is." ”

The blind gentleman did teach Song Lingzhi to paint for a few days, but Song Lingzhi couldn't sit still at that time, so he threw it away after a few days of study. If Shen Yan really went to investigate, he could only find a blind old man.

Song Lingzhi muttered to himself.

Before he could finish his words, a laugh fell from his ears.

The smile was very light and light, like snow falling outside the eaves.

With a shudder in his back, Song Lingzhi stabilized his mind, "And if it weren't for Brother He, I wouldn't be too lazy to paint this Lao Shizi thing." ”

Shen Yan's calm black eyes rarely showed a little surprise.

Song Lingzhi Zhenzhen said: "Brother He is familiar with literature and ink, I can't fall behind him." ”

Shen Yan remained silent: "...... Do you like him? ”

Song Lingzhi's eyebrows curled: "Naturally, I like it, if it weren't for my grandmother saying that the spring was coming, and she wouldn't let me go to disturb Brother He's study, I would definitely go to find him tomorrow." Brother He is good-looking and so knowledgeable, and his grandmother and father are full of praise for him, such a person ......"

Before the aftermath fell, I saw Bai Zhi's round eyes, staring directly behind Song Lingzhi: "...... He, He Gongzi? ”

Under the eaves of the bookstore, the falling snow stained He Ming's body.

He held the medicine bag in one hand, and his eyes were full of shock and stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The tip of the one ear seems to be stained with carmine.