Madam Song is hosting a banquet to entertain guests tonight, so the banquet has naturally been prepared early.
Under the eaves of the corridor, a glass hanging lamp with a painting of the Holy Longevity was hung high. Maids, dressed in silk and satin, holding gold-painted lacquer tea trays in their hands, walked through the corridors on both sides.
The hall is full of flowers, with round red sandalwood stools inlaid with bamboo silk and plum blossoms on both sides, and rectangular white marble flower pots with several narcissus plants in them. A silver fire pot is placed on a black lacquer rectangular stool on one side.
Song Lingzhi wore a brocade dress with a pattern of green clouds and linked pearls and a peacock pattern, and a peacock cloak. The jade hairpin with emerald crabapple beads in her hair reflected the candlelight, shining brightly.
Wei Ziyuan followed Song Lingzhi closely. When he was about to step into the flower hall, he suddenly saw Qiuyan holding out her hand to stop him. She said softly, "Sister Baizhi can wait inside. We will wait under the eaves. There is no need to go in."
Qiuyan's voice was quite loud. Song Lingzhi turned around and said to Qiuyan with a smile, "What are you doing here? Go to the warm room and have a cup of hot wine to warm your body. If there is anything, I will call you."
Qiuyan was unwilling: "Miss..."
Song Lingzhi: "Go ahead."
There was a red sandalwood screen inlaid with jade in the flower hall, with carved beams and painted rafters, and lotus bedding, and from time to time the sound of soft music could be heard.
Song Lingzhi walked slowly, lifted her skirt, and let her grandmother lead her to sit down.
The table was filled with delicious fruits, delicacies and fine wines.
Le Ji tapped the sandalwood board lightly, and the sound of the piano was faint.
Through a rosewood screen inlaid with jade, Song Lingzhi could hear his father's laughter from time to time.
At the banquet, cups were passed around and pearls and emeralds were everywhere.
Wu Yinyangzun poured himself a pot and held it. Song Hanyuan poured himself a full cup and personally handed it to Shen Yan.
"Mother has told me everything about what happened in the temple. Fortunately, Master Yan helped me, otherwise my daughter would not be able to recover. This cup is for you."
Shen Yan raised his sleeves: "It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning."
Song Hanyuan waved his hand: "It's a piece of cake for Master Yu Yan, but not for me."
He smiled, looking over the rosewood and jade screen, and vaguely saw a figure behind the screen. "Although my little girl is naughty, she is the most delicate. Her grandmother regards her as the apple of her eye. I am not afraid of Master Yan laughing at her. If anything happens to her, not only will I be blamed, but also my mother..."
Song Hanyuan's eyes were filled with tears and he sighed heavily. He then thought that tonight was a thank-you banquet and he shouldn't be so disappointed, so he quickly poured himself three cups as a punishment.
He also asked the servant Dong Hai to bring a gold-painted lacquered brocade box wrapped in thick red satin. When it was untied, a pearl more than a foot high was revealed.
The pearls are full, lustrous, translucent, delicate and white.
Even the finest white marble is not half as good as it.
Song Hanyuan took it personally and presented it: "This is an imported product from the South China Sea. The fishermen there say that pearls of this size only appear once in ten thousand years. I hope Master Yan will not despise it."
Shen Yan refused again and again.
Song Hanyuan: "Master Yan saved me and my daughter twice. Although I am crude and not as educated as you, I know that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. If Master Yan does not accept it, it means he is looking down on me."
After saying this, Song Hanyuan poured himself another drink and patted Shen Yan on the shoulders: "I'm telling you the truth. If the document from the sea hadn't been sent down yet, today, today I would have…"
The blue and white high-footed cup with sea water cloud dragon pattern turned lightly in his hand. Shen Yan raised his eyes, and his ink-black eyes reflected the golden windows and jade thresholds on the table.