Chapter 1866 Heartbeat 2
Manbao had already folded the sword and let Wei Yu hold it, and carefully adjusted his cuffs for him. She stepped back a few steps and looked at Wei Yu standing by the window, basking in the spring sunshine, his face seemed to be coated with light, and nodded with satisfaction.
Based on her understanding of Changyu, if she could see Wei Yu like this in person, she would also feel favorable towards him.
Wei Yu couldn't think of much at this moment, and almost followed Zhou Man's instructions. However, Bai Shan shook his head quietly, thinking that Princess Changyu only liked fancy things.
Doesn’t Wei Yu look handsome when he’s doing his homework?
Manbao ran to Bai Shan and saw him spread out the paper. He looked at the paint he had selected, then turned his head to look at Wei Yu, picked out the paint, ground it, and picked it for him.
Bai Shan naturally did not have Mingda's meticulousness and consideration, so he did not intend to paint this small portrait too detailed, but only to convey his spirit, and to draw out his facial features and the clothes he was wearing.
Bai Shan sketched the figure with just a few strokes, and then began to describe it slowly, occasionally looking up at Wei Yu.
Man Bao was helping out while talking to Wei Yu, "Master Wei, since you know swordsmanship, do you know how to play polo?"
Wei Yu had also heard that Princess Changyu liked to play polo. Knowing that Zhou Man was quietly revealing Princess Changyu's hobby, he smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm not very good at polo, but I've seen friends play, and it really requires riding skills."
Manbao nodded, and then asked curiously, "What kind of entertainment does Master Wei like? Besides reading, playing chess, painting, and writing."
Wei Yu opened his mouth, but was stuck for a moment.
Manbao understood at a glance that he was gone.
Even though she had expected this, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart at this moment. They had too few common topics.
She glanced at Bai Shan, who happened to be looking up at her.
After their eyes met, they looked away tacitly. Bai Shan continued to paint calmly with his head down.
Standing by the window, Wei Yu, who knew that they had been engaged long ago, fell silent.
Manbao has found a new topic, "Do you like to eat? Princess Changyu especially likes delicious food."
Who doesn’t like delicious food?
But eating and drinking are just like having fun, so why should we care too much about it?
Delicacies are naturally good, but simple meals are also acceptable. However, Wei Yu did not say so. Instead, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Everyone in the world cannot live without food and drink. Who doesn't like delicious food?"
Manbao seemed to have finally found something in common with them and said happily, "That's great. I wonder what Master Wei likes to eat."
Wei Yu smiled and mentioned two of her favorite foods, and then asked Man Bao what Princess Changyu liked to eat?
Manbao paused, thought for a long time, and finally said, "She likes to eat anything delicious."
This answer is too broad. Wei Yu blinked and looked at Zhou Man.
Manbao smiled at Wei Yu a little embarrassedly.
Bai Shan also thought of Princess Changyu's preferences, and couldn't help but smile. He looked up at Wei Yu and continued to draw carefully.
He didn't want to go into detail, but it took more than an hour. The servants walked back and forth outside the door twice, wanting to invite them to go for lunch, but they didn't dare to disturb them.
When Bai Shan finally put down his brush, Wei Yu, standing by the window, felt stiff and numb. He first moved gently and felt that the numbness in his legs had subsided a lot. Then he hung the sword back on the wall without any change in expression and walked over to look at the painting.
Seeing himself in the painting, Wei Yu was slightly stunned. After a moment, he smiled at Bai Shan and said, "Brother Bai, you painted me so well."
Bai Shan smiled and said, "My charm is not even one tenth of Brother Wei's."
Wei Yu, however, exclaimed as he looked at himself in the painting, "Brother Bai is too modest. This painting could become a family heirloom."
It is just right to leave it for future generations to pay homage to their ancestors.
Bai Shan left the table and went to the shelf to wash his hands. He chuckled and said, "If Brother Wei likes it, you can leave it to future generations for them to admire."
Wei Yu laughed and said, "How can this be possible? This painting is not mine."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red when he realized what was happening.
Manbao burst into laughter and said, "Isn't the princess's descendant also yours?"
Bai Shan also smiled.
Wei Yu lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly. When he turned around and saw the servant standing by the window again, he cleared his throat.
The servant outside the door immediately came in and invited them to have lunch.
Wei Yu also quickly moved aside and invited them to the front hall for dinner.
Bai Shan wiped his hands, nodded with a smile, and went to the front hall with Manbao.
By now, everyone in the Wei family had eaten, and since Bai Shan was there, it was not convenient for him to eat with the female members of the family, so the three of them sat at a separate table.
While eating, Manbao paid special attention to what Wei Yu ate and found that he was really impartial and ate a little of everything.
When Manbao was thinking, he couldn't help but bring out his bad habits. He looked at Wei Yu while biting his chopsticks.
Bai Shan's foot touched hers lightly under the table, and Man Bao immediately came back to his senses and continued eating as if nothing had happened.
When they left the Wei family with the dried paintings, Bai Shan couldn't help but complain, "You've never cared so much about my preferences."
Manbao said, "We grew up together, so who doesn't know each other? So, should I ask you what your favorite food is?"
Without waiting for Bai Shan to answer, Man Bao said directly: "Your favorite fish is mandarin fish."
Bai Shan opened her mouth, but finally closed it. Forget it, she was right. We grew up together, so we should know each other.
But he was still a little unhappy, so the two of them didn't talk all the way.
When they got home, Manbao reached out to him. Bai Shan took a while to realize that she wanted to take the painting in his hand.
His face darkened slightly, and he slapped the rolled-up painting into her hand, turned around and left.
Daji stood aside holding the horse, and when the young master walked away, he asked Manbao, "Why is the young master angry?"
Manbao raised his head and snorted, then turned and left with the painting. He was angry, everyone would be angry.
Daji looked at Manbao who was angrily going to the other side. After a while, he turned back to look at the other side, and sure enough, he saw a figure standing on the floor tiles at the corner.
Daji saw the figure pause for a long time before leaving, so he shook his head slightly and pulled the horse to the stable.
Manbao took the painting back to her room, and then she remembered that her book basket was still in the study in the yard over there, but she was not on good terms with someone, so she didn't want to go there. So she put the painting on the table and decided to talk about it later.
Zhou Lijun heard the sound of tinkling in the next room and could not help but run out and ask, "Auntie, what are you doing?"
Manbao, who would drop a book if he picked it up, picked it up and replied, "I'm not doing anything, I'm just looking for a book."
See you at 9pm
(End of this chapter)
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