"You have stayed with me in Dali for twenty years, and my mother is very kind to you." Song Tong said with emotion.
"My mother is not only kind to me, she also cares about our father very much. She keeps telling me to take good care of my father in her letters," Ji Xiang said to Song Tong, as if he remembered something, "By the way, my mother also said Okay, I've sent people over with some supplements and rewards, they'll be here in about ten days."
"Your Majesty, you are really kind," Song Tong said with a smile, then paused and said to Ji Xiang, "Would you like a cup of tea?"
Ji Xiang glanced at the dark sky outside, then at the wet handkerchief on his hand, then nodded and said, "Okay."
Song Tong led Jixiang to the study room in the front yard. After Jixiang sat down, he personally cooked tea for Jixiang.
This is the first time Jixiang has entered Song Tong's study. For a scholar, the study is undoubtedly the most private and private place. Jixiang has been serving Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi for a long time, so he naturally knows that they used to be in Prince Ning's Mansion. Not everyone can enter Lu Zhishan's study. Those who are not close friends like Du Heng and Zheng Zuoyang for many years can't enter at all. So at this time, Song Tong took the initiative to bring her to the study. He didn't say anything auspiciously, but he was very happy in his heart. .
"This Bashan silver tooth was brought here along with the sausage," Song Tong came over with a tea cup and sat opposite Ji Xiang, "I used to like this. Sister Zhou Ran always remembered it and would send me some every year. "
Jixiang was not an inexperienced person, but this was the first time she had heard of Bashan Yinya. However, her mind was no longer on the tea and tea. She held a tea bowl and said "hmm" in a moderate tone.
Song Tong also held a teacup and sat on the other side of the small table. He glanced at Jixiang secretly, as if he had something to say. Sure enough, he put down the teacup and took out an exquisite brocade box from his arms. Delivered to Jixiang.
"What is it?" Jixiang stared at the brocade box, feeling nervous. She had already guessed what it was, but she still couldn't believe it.
In all her life, she had never received a gift before, especially this gift came from Song Tong.
"It's nothing, I just bought you a hairpin." Song Tong tried his best to hide his embarrassment, put the brocade box on the small table, took a sip of tea, and when he spoke again, his tone was much calmer, and he said, "You are now She is a young lady from the Song family. Logically speaking, her clothes should be different from before. But there are a lot of things going on at home right now, so I forgot about it. I will make up for it in the future. "
Ji Xiang's originally fiery heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down her pocket. She looked at the brocade box coldly, and then said to Song Tong sarcastically: "Brother, you have your heart, but my maid is used to it. If you really do it, If I don’t have a rich lady, I’m afraid I’ll let down my brother’s hard work, so I’d better take this hairpin back.”
Before Song Tong could speak, Ji Xiang had already stood up and walked out. Song Tong hurriedly put down the tea bowl in his hand and grabbed Ji Xiang's sleeve: "Ji Xiang!"
Jixiang didn't turn around or pay attention to him. She stood stiffly on the spot. She stared at the "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms" hanging on the wall without blinking. Kerr had told her that Mr. Bai was fond of writing and ink. , is best at painting plum blossoms, but she rarely goes into the backyard and has never seen Bai's paintings in person. This is the first time she has seen Bai's paintings. Even though the painting does not have any famous inscriptions, she still knows it at a glance. I guessed that this was Bai's great work.
The style of Bai's paintings is quite different from the Dali paintings she is used to. The colors are bold and bright, which seems a bit nondescript, but it is also very eye-catching, especially the dots of red plums on the painting, which are as red as fire. The red color was dazzling, and Jixiang just looked at the "Picture of Winter Plum" on the wall without blinking.