Master Jinghu's study was completely different from the Flower Hall.
While the Flower Hall was planted with green trees and flowers, with a casually draped yellow rattan-colored velvet blanket over the black lacquered Drunken Master's Chair, and agate Go stones scattered on a mica chessboard, with an unfinished storybook on the small table next to it, the study, though furnished in black lacquer as well, had the Four Treasures of the Study neatly arranged on the long desk, a Taishi Chair with a cushion of orangutan-red Lake Silk, and on the tea table stood a sky-blue Ru Kiln vase, holding a large white Hibiscus mutabilis. A breeze blew through the half-closed lattice window, bringing the rustling sound of the Xiangfei Bamboo forest outside, and the room was as silent as if no one were present.
"Miss Song," Master Jinghu stood in front of the desk, his brush full of ink, as if about to touch the Xuan paper before him, "please have a seat!"
