The Duke of Wei hid behind his gentle and dignified wife and quickly winked at his good-for-nothing youngest son.
Wei Qinglou understood and immediately knelt down, skillfully admitting his mistake: "Mother, it was your son who was ungrateful. What are you saying? In our Duke's mansion, you are the one who is in charge. How could it be your son's place?"
Seeing that Wang's expression had softened somewhat, he quickly got up, went behind her, pushed his elderly father aside, and skillfully massaged Wang's shoulders, while smiling apologetically:
“But son, you have some unspeakable difficulties. If it weren’t for what happened before, you wouldn’t even let me see their paintings right now. You could just pick one that you like and let me marry her on the spot.”
Hearing his words, Wang turned around and tapped his forehead with her finger, scolding him, "What are you saying? Are you getting married or am I getting married? What do you mean by 'I find you pleasing to the eye'?"
Despite her anger, she didn't let Wei Qinglou's words distract her. Instead, she moved the painting in front of her closer and said gently, "Stop talking nonsense and come and look at it."
Wei Qinglou had no choice but to step forward. After looking at five or six pages, he completely lost interest in turning the pages again and began to ponder their clothes, accessories, hairstyles, and jewelry with boredom.
They seem quite serious.
Madam Wang nodded in approval, thinking that her son had finally come to his senses and that all her hard work had not been in vain. So she did not urge him, but instead slowly sipped her tea and stayed by Wei Qinglou's side.
After he finished looking at the last one, Madam Wang put down her teacup and slowly asked, "Well, did you find anything you like?"
Wei Qinglou shook his head: "No."
How could that be?
Wang Shi didn't believe in superstitions. She picked up one of the paintings. The woman in the painting had gentle features and a smile on her lips, just like a peach blossom. She was a perfect wife and mother. She was the daughter of Fu Yuan, a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet. Wang Shi had met her twice before and liked the girl very much. There was also a note next to the portrait, saying that she was skilled in music and chess.
You saw this one too?
"I've seen it," Wei Qinglou commented, "The lips are a bit too thick, they don't look good."
Wang: ?
"...You don't know the meaning of 'marrying a virtuous wife'?"
Besides, her lips don't look thick at all; she thinks they're alright.
"And this one?"
Wang then picked out another painting. The woman in the painting had an oval face and phoenix eyes. She looked like a very clever young girl, and her eyes were bright and watery, which was also very pleasing to the eye.
Wei Qinglou compared her to the radiant girl in his memory and shook his head, saying, "This one won't do either. Her eyebrows are too long, her cheekbones are too high, and she's a bit mean."
mean?
That's not being harsh, is it?
Wang began to doubt her own judgment. Why did she think this was also quite good?
She selected a few more, but Wei Qinglou rejected them all for one reason or another. She gently patted her chest, controlling her irritable emotions, and asked him in a gentle tone, "Wei Qinglou, do you have someone you like?"
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