"Parrots are more spiritual than humans, and they can understand them." Song Ruoxi's eyes returned to Song Ruoying, "Three sisters, am I right?"

"I have never raised a parrot, I don't know." Song Ruoying turned her head awkwardly, "Seventh Sister said yes."

Song Ruoxi smiled and lowered his head to drink tea.

The chess cannot be played, so Zhu Qianyao talked about the painting hanging on the wall, "Seventh Sister, I wonder who is the picture of this falling flower and swimming fish?"

"Drawing randomly makes Miss Zhu laugh." Song Ruoxi smiled.

"Using light ink to render the fish playing in the water, and using light colors to dye the water plants and duckweeds, the painting of Qimei is unique, and there are random graffiti, which is obviously excellent in painting skills." Zhu Qianyao praised.

"Miss Zhu praised her and was ashamed of her." Song Ruoxi smiled modestly.

"I often hear people who are good at painting say, 'The heart is used to move the wrist, and it is hard and soft, and it can be restrained and cannot use the pen." Zhu Qianyao said.

The two of them made an in-depth discussion on the painting skills. Song Ruoying was bored when she heard it. Among the four items of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, chess and painting happened to be what she hated, but for her other purpose, she endured the boredom and sat down and listened to them talking about painting.

The chat time passed quickly, and it was noon. Song Ruoying and Zhu Qianyao did not say goodbye. Song Ruoxi had to keep Zhu Qianyao for lunch. Song Ruoying asked the maid to bring her food box over.

Because of the customer, two dishes were added to the kitchen, one meat and one vegetable, fried ham and salt-baked wolfberry sprouts from fresh bamboo shoots. Song Ruoying's example dishes: dried duck slices, garlic paste waist slices, braised pork trotters, braised tofu and black fungus fried eggs, and the soup was egg soup. Song Ruoxi's example dishes: fragrant fried mandarin fish, bean seedlings pheasant slices, golden needle shredded pork, Chinese toon tofu and vegetable heart roast fresh mushrooms, and the soup was chicken marrow soup.

Song Ruoying's dishes are all ordinary dishes, but Song Ruoxi's dishes are all seasonal dishes. Song Ruoying's face is a little distorted and deformed. In front of Zhu Qianyao, it is inconvenient to get angry and get angry to eat. He only picks up chopsticks into Song Ruoxi's dishes.

Song Ruoxi was not picky about food and ate everything, so she didn't care about Song Ruoying's actions. But Zhu Qianyao saw it and couldn't help frowning. She didn't think it before, but now she found that Song Ruoying exuded a petty aura, and was also a concubine's son and daughter. How could the difference be so big?

After dinner, Song Ruoying achieved her goal and stood up and said, "Qianyao, my seventh sister is going to sleep in the afternoon. Don't disturb her, let's go!"

"Miss Zhu walks slowly, and the third sister walks slowly." Song Ruoxi stood up to see the guests with a smile.

After Zhu Qianyao returned home, she complained in front of Mrs. Zhu: "Mom, you didn't even know clearly, so you gave your brother a marriage. Song Ruoying was not worthy of her brother at all."

Mrs. Zhu just thought she had a quarrel with Song Ruoying and didn't care.

On the ninth day of the second month, the Empress Dowager's birthday was on the birthday. Officials above the second rank of the court attended the ceremony. Old Mrs. Song was sick, and Old Mrs. Song went to the banquet alone.

At night, the city is full of fireworks and colorful flowers.

On the tenth day of the second month, Song Ruo held a wedding ceremony. Song Ruoxi stayed at home and forgot that she had told Ye Shuhua that she would go to Taohua Temple. Ye Shuhua waited in the temple for a day and returned to the city in disappointment.

Song Ruoman's wedding ceremony was not held because of the reason why his grandmother was sick, but he just invited several familiar families to come and have a drink. The guest of honor was also the seventh old lady, the one who had the sect was Song Ruoxi, and the one who praised it was Song Ruohan.

Little Jiang was so angry that he wanted to tear Ouyang's house alive. When the guests dispersed, he was angry and wanted to settle the score with Ouyang, but was stopped by Song Yi. "I advise you to be more at ease. Last time, my mother was so angry that she vomited blood. If you make your mother angry, I have enough reason to divorce my wife."

Xiao Jiang was stunned in the original place, his face as if dead.

Song Yi left with a cheerful smile on his face.

In the early morning of February 11, it was drizzling and the air was fresh and cool. Song Ruoxi opened the window and flute was crossing his lips.

After the song was blown, Song Ruoxi still wanted to blow again.

"Xi'er." Ji Yun shouted behind her.

Song Ruoxi turned around and smiled and said, "Mom, when did you come?"

"I've been here for a while." Ji Yun hesitated for a moment, "That Young Master Ye is here, he wants to see you."

Song Ruoxi's eyes lit up and he asked, "Where is he now?"

"Your second aunt asked someone to place him in the small hall of the outer courtyard. You should meet him through the screen." Old Master Song would be happy if he knew that Ye Shuhua came to find Song Ruoxi on his own initiative. However, Song Ruoxi was fourteen years old and was rude to meet a man rashly. However, Old Master Song was determined to climb this high branch. If he didn't see him, with his character, Old Master Song would definitely invite Ye Shuhua to the door and let Song Ruoxi come out to meet guests. Ji Yun thought about it and decided to make such a arrangement.

"good."

"You change your clothes, and my mother will accompany you."

Song Ruoxi looked down at the dress on her body, a brand new cherry-colored long jacket and a snow-green flower-spreading pleated skirt, and smiled and said, "That's all, he can't see it through the screen anyway."

"Lazy girl." Ji Yun pointed her forehead, and also followed her wishes.

Entering from the side door to the back hall, Ji Yun asked someone to move the screen up and then took Song Ruoxi into the small hall.

"Senior brother is polite." Through the screen, Song Ruoxi smiled and greeted Ye Shuhua with a surprised look on his face.

"You are polite, junior brother." Ye Shuhua put down the teacup in his hand, folded his hands together to salute the person behind the screen.

"Senior brother, please sit down." Song Ruoxi Road.

Ye Shuhua sat back and asked, "Yesterday, the young monk went to Taohua Temple to wait for his junior brother for a long time, but he didn't come. I wonder why his junior brother broke the appointment?"

"My cousin was in the hairpin yesterday, so she broke the appointment. Please forgive me for my senior brother." Song Ruoxi explained.

Ye Shuhua smiled and said, "The little monk is still worried that the temperature will change in the past few days and the junior brother will feel uncomfortable. It is because he missed the agreement, so the little monk is relieved."

"Senior Brother Lao is concerned about it." Song Ruoxi smiled, "What's wrong with Senior Brother coming today?"

"The little monk found a fragment of the sutra in the palace sutra hall. The little monk didn't recognize the words on it. I read it to Senior Brother Jingyu yesterday, but I didn't recognize it. I have copied three copies, one to Master of the Monk and one to Master Huijin. Senior Brother Jingyu said that his junior brother had a deep Buddhist relationship and might be able to recognize the words on this sutra, so the little monk brought another one to ask his junior brother to read it." Ye Shuhua took out a volume of sutra from his sleeve and handed it to the maid beside him.

The maid took the scriptures and sent them to the back of the screen to Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruoxi looked through the things like ghost paintings, frowned and asked, "Senior Brother, are you sure this is a scripture?"

“The cover of the book says the Pali Sutra.”

Song Ruoxi pondered for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, for a moment, I can't be sure if I know the words on this book. Can I leave the book here and let me read it for a few more days?"

"How many days will it take for junior brother?"

"Three days." Song Ruoxi smiled, "Three days later, please come again with senior brother."

"Okay, three days later, the little monk will come to visit his junior brother again." Ye Shuhua stood up, "The little monk said goodbye."
Chapter completed!