Small plates of blue and white porcelain with patterns were arranged neatly in a row.
The white-glazed candlestick was not new, but had half a tallow candle inserted in it. The flickering candlelight made the faces of the people in the room even more gloomy and unclear.
Styrax was lit temporarily.
It was a hot summer day, and the fan in this old room was quietly half-propelled. There was a gentle breeze, and the sweet aroma of spices mixed with candied fruits such as longbang peach strips, fragrant grapes, and pine nuts was mixed and sweet.
Bang, bang, bang, the watchman's drum sounded three times in a row.
Yinyou, the oldest and calm-tempered person, coughed and slowly fanned his peach, bamboo and double-butterfly silk fan. The shadow of the fan rising and falling in the candlelight appeared to be bright and dark. "Everything is ready, we can start. This time, who comes first?"
The sisters sitting there were silent.
"Let me go, I'll go first." The woman who broke the silence was wearing a long dress of polished white silk beads embroidered with gold threads. She was a little older and looked like she was in her early twenties if she was well maintained.
She was holding the red-glazed Fuqing tureen from the official kiln, and she was lost in thought for a while before she said softly: "That happened several months ago——"
Intention: