Two yellow lions and two red lions were twisting and acting coquettishly, and two little lions were already playing with the wine jars.
It made passers-by laugh.
Lion dance is a southern pastime that is rarely seen by people in Kyoto. Soon a lot of passers-by gathered around it, and even more lively diners came out of the hall with unfinished crystal dumplings in their hands with chopsticks.
Song Qinghuan was also curious about it. He ignored Chen Er at the moment and leaned against the window coffin to look at it for a while. Then he told Ta Xue: "Go and take a look at the rare thing there."
Texue left in response, and before going downstairs, he turned back and said with a smile, "Those lions down there were sent by the third young master of the Wei family."
Just as he was talking, he turned to one side and saw Wei Yutang walking through the door with a faint smile.
"Do you like it?" Wei Yutang stood in front of Song Qinghuan, and then he seemed to have seen Chen Er, nodded to him, and then said to Song Qinghuan: "I don't know if you are free here, and I don't want to disturb you."
Song Qinghuan covered her lips with a fan and smiled: "He is not a guest."
There is a slight tint on the round fan embroidered with a red bird, and if you look closely, it looks like the color of the lipstick.
Wei Yutang's mind was dazzled when he saw it, and the smile between his brows and eyes became deeper and deeper.
Chen Er's eyes passed over the two people, and when he saw Wei Yutang's gentle eyes looking at Song Qinghuan, he immediately understood, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Sister Song, please remember to keep it for me. I'll give it to you."
If you have anything to do, leave first."
After saying that, he didn't want to help Taxue: "Come quickly, the matter is not over yet."
Texue followed Chen Er away, and only Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang were left in the house.
Wei Yutang opened the coffin and stood a foot away from Song Qinghuan, not even half a minute closer.
Song Qinghuan saw all this in his eyes, lowered his head and smiled, then asked: "These things are rare in Kyoto, where did you find them?"
Wei Yutang said: "I asked people to find it from Lizhou."
"I guess you've never seen it before, so you might find it strange."
He was so thoughtful that Song Qinghuan's cheeks turned slightly red and she nodded: "I've definitely never seen it."
The breeze blew across her face, ruffling a strand of black hair on her temples, and cheers could be heard downstairs. Wei Yutang felt itchy in his heart, and finally couldn't help but raise his hand to brush the strand of hair on her temples to his ear.
When his fingertips touched her ears, her heart skipped a beat, and her mouth suddenly felt dry.
Song Qinghuan also didn't expect that Wei Yutang would reach out to fix her hair. She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up at him.
What was reflected in those dark eyes was his own appearance.
Wei Yutang put his numb hands behind his back, slightly curved his lips, but did not dare to look at her. He only looked at the lively crowd downstairs, but his mind went blank.
Neither of them spoke, and the room was silent. One was standing on one side of the window coffin and the other was standing on the other side of the window, one foot apart.
After a long silence, Wei Yutang coughed slightly and said, "My mother will go to Beijing tomorrow. There will be a polo match at Baishi Villa the day after tomorrow on March 3rd, the Chinese New Year. Will you come with me?"
Since Mrs. Wei came to Kyoto, it must be for the marriage, and the polo match at Baishi Villa means to see each other.
Song Qinghuan nodded and responded: "I will go."
After saying this, there was nothing more to say.
Wei Yutang stayed with Song Qinghuan in Yipin Residence until noon. After eating, he reluctantly left.
After noon, most of the guests in Yipin Residence had dispersed, leaving Chen Er's cocktail party in the backyard to be lively.
Song Qinghuan drank a cup of strong tea to refresh himself, took Jin'er's account book from the shopkeeper, flipped through it casually a few times, and then put it down.
Although it is a buy-one-get-one-free deal, it looks like you are losing money, but if you buy more, you will get more gifts, so it is still stable.
She handed the account book to the shopkeeper: "Let these three days pass first and then talk about it."
The shopkeeper said in response, "Girl, today a lot of maids and servants from wealthy families came to buy snacks and then left. Should we consider making more tomorrow?"
"No need." Song Qinghuan said, "Tomorrow the amount will be reduced by 10% from today's amount."
Throughout the ages, good things are hard to find, and things that are too easy to get can be discarded.
It turns out that Song Qinghuan didn't understand this truth either, but he knew it after looking at Dian Zhuange.
After exchanging a few words with the shopkeeper, Song Qinghuan estimated that he was about to go to the makeup pavilion to have a look, but before he could go out, someone blocked him.
"Hey, are you the owner of this hotel?" The little girl was wearing a bright red tapestry breastplate, an eight-piece skirt, and two small hairdos. She had a round face and big eyes, and her voice sounded a little milky.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, looking a bit proud.
"You Yipinju opened the door to do business. Why are you still doing business when you have nothing to ask for?"
Song Qinghuan looked down at her and felt that she looked very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.
Then he knelt down and looked at her level, and said: "Although the door is open for business, it is already this hour and everything that should be sold is sold out. Little sister, please come early tomorrow. I will leave you some of the best food, okay?"
good?"
But the little girl didn't appreciate it at all. She raised her head and snorted: "No, I want to eat it now."
Then he said: "You ask the cook to sit down now. I will not leave until I have something to eat today."
"Princess?" Song Qinghuan frowned and looked at her, then he remembered that this little girl was Xiao Jingtong, Xiao Ci's daughter.
Xiao Jingtong snorted arrogantly: "Yes, this princess is the princess of Prince Rui's Mansion."
Song Qinghuan stood up and looked behind Xiao Jingtong again and again. He didn't even find any servants or maids, so he led people into the house and asked, "You came alone? Where is your father?"
Xiao Jingtong was only four or five years old. She was born prematurely and was a little petite than other girls.
As soon as he entered the room, he climbed up on the rose chair with his hands and feet and sat down. Then he frowned and hummed: "Don't mention my father."
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to answer, she crossed her short legs and shook them: "I want to eat delicious food, eat a lot of delicious food."
Hearing her tone, Song Qinghuan thought that she ran out on her own after having a bad temper with Xiao Ci. She didn't dare to say anything. She just left the person behind first and said quickly: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask the cook to give it to you."
Do."
Xiao Jingtong said in a small tone, "I want to eat them all."
Song Qinghuan didn't respond and hurriedly asked Texue to ask the kitchen to make some delicious snacks that were easy to carve and beautiful.
After thinking about it, I sent someone to Prince Rui's Mansion to report a letter.
There was no one in the first-class shop now, and as the owner had ordered, the chefs in the kitchen quickly prepared a few snacks and sent them out.
Song Qinghuan sat aside and saw that Xiao Jingtong had brought everything but only took one bite and then didn't use it. He couldn't help but feel a toothache.
He asked, "Why do you only take one bite and then stop eating? Isn't it delicious?"
Xiao Jingtong said, "It's delicious, but isn't one bite enough?"
After a pause, he then said: "My princess, please don't talk while eating. It's as annoying as my father."
Song Qinghuan endured it again and again, and finally let go of his clenched fists, but still asked: "Where is your father?"
Speaking of Xiao Ci, the little girl's temper suddenly rose again. She put down the chopsticks in her hand and said, "He is a bad person. He wants to marry a new princess. He doesn't want me anymore, and I don't want him anymore."
