Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao had already closed the sword, then let Wei Yu hold it, and carefully adjusted the cuffs for him. She took a few steps back and looked at the window, bathed in the spring sun, her face seemed to be gleaming. The ordinary Wei Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Based on what she knew about Chang Yu, if she could see Wei Yu like this with her own eyes, she would also feel good in her heart.

Wei Yu didn't have much to think about at this time. It was almost Zhou Man's command and action, but Bai Shan shook his head quietly, feeling that what Princess Changyu likes is all fancy.

Isn't Wei Yu not handsome looking at his homework?

Man Bao ran to Bai Shan, saw him spread out the paper, and looked at the paint he had picked out, then turned his head to look at Wei Yu, then picked the paint and ground it to pick out the paint for him.

Naturally, Bai Shan was not as careful and thoughtful as Ming Da, so he didn't plan to draw this small portrait too finely, but it was just a vivid drawing of the facial features and the clothes on his body.

Bai Shan sketched the person in a few strokes, and then began to draw slowly, looking up at Wei Yu from time to time.

Man Bao was helping Wei Yu while talking to Wei Yu, "Young Master Wei, if you are good at swordsmanship, do you know how to play polo?"

Wei Yu has also heard that Princess Changyu likes to play polo. Knowing that Zhou Man was quietly revealing Princess Changyu's preferences, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm not very good at playing horses. The ball, but watching my friends play it requires a lot of riding."

Man Bao nodded and asked curiously, "What kind of entertainment does Young Master Wei like? Besides reading, playing chess, drawing, and writing."

Wei Yu opened his mouth, but got stuck for a while.

Man Bao understood at a glance that he was gone.

Even if she had expected it long ago, she could not help but sigh quietly in her heart, then they too have no common topic.

She glanced at Bai Shan, who happened to be looking up at her too.

After their eyes met, they looked away tacitly, and Bai Shan continued to lower his head calmly and paint.

Standing by the window, Wei Yu, who knew that they were engaged early, fell silent.

Man Bao has found a new topic, "Then do you like to eat? Princess Changyu especially likes delicious food."

Who doesn't like delicious food?

But eating and drinking are the same as having fun, so why should you care too much?

Delicious delicacies are naturally good, but rough meals are not bad, but Wei Yu didn't say that, but nodded with a smile: "Everyone in the world can't live without food and drink, who wouldn't like delicious food?"

Man Bao seemed to have finally found what they had in common, and said happily, "That's great, I don't know what Wei Gongzi likes to eat."

Wei Yu said with a smile that she liked two things, and then asked Manbao what Princess Changyu likes to eat?

Man Bao paused for a while, thought about it for a long time, and finally said, "She likes to eat anything delicious."

This answer was too broad, Wei Yu blinked and looked at Zhou Man.

Man Bao smiled a little embarrassedly with Wei Yu.

Bai Shan also thought of Princess Changyu's preferences, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, looked up at Wei Yu and continued to draw a pen.

He didn't want to paint in detail, but it took more than an hour. The servants walked back and forth outside the door twice, wanting to invite them to lunch in front of him, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

When Bai Shan finally finished writing, Wei Yu was stiff and numb while standing by the window. He moved slightly first, feeling the numbness on his legs disappeared a lot, and then hung the sword back with a straight face. on the wall, then walk over to see the painting.

Seeing himself in the painting, Wei Yu was slightly taken aback, and after a while he smiled at Bai Shan: "Brother Bai drew me better too."

Bai Shan smiled and said, "Shen Yun is less than one-tenth of Brother Wei's."

Wei Yu looked at himself in the painting and was amazed, "Brother Bai is too modest, this painting can become a family heirloom."

It is just right to keep it for future generations to pay homage to the ancestors.

Bai Shan left the table and cleaned his hands on the shelf. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Brother Wei likes it, you can leave it to future generations and use it as a tribute in the future."

Wei Yu smiled and said, "How can this be, this painting is not mine."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red when he reacted.

Man Bao was already laughing and said, "Isn't the princess's descendant's also yours?"

Bai Shan also smiled.

Wei Yu bowed her head a little embarrassedly, and when she turned her head to see the servant standing by the window again, she cleared her throat.

The servants outside the door immediately came in and invited them to lunch.

Wei Yu also hurriedly asked them to go to the front hall for dinner.

Bai Shan dried his hands, nodded with a smile, and went to the front hall with Man Bao.

Everyone in the Wei family had eaten by now, and Bai Shan was there, so it was not easy to eat with the female family members, so the three of them had a table alone.

While eating, Man Bao paid special attention to what Wei Yu was eating, and found that he was really impartial and ate some of everything.

When Man Bao was thinking, he couldn't help but bring out a bad problem, biting his chopsticks and looking at Wei Yulai.

Bai Shan's foot touched hers lightly under the table, and Man Bao immediately returned to his senses and continued to eat, pretending that nothing had happened.

When they left the Wei family with the dried paintings, Bai Shan couldn't help complaining, "You haven't cared so much about my preferences."

Man Baodao: "We grew up together, who doesn't know who? Then I want to ask you what is your favorite food?"

Without waiting for Bai Shan to answer, Man Bao said directly: "You like to eat fish most, or mandarin fish."

Bai Shan opened her mouth, but closed her mouth in the end. Forget it, she was right. They grew up together, and who doesn't know who.

But he was still a little unhappy, so the two of them didn't speak all the way.

When he got home, Man Bao reached out to him, and Bai Shan reacted for a while before remembering that she was going to take the painting in his hand.

His face darkened, he directly patted the rolled up painting on her hand, turned around and left.

Daji led the horse and stood aside, and when the young master was far away, he asked Man Bao, "Why is the young master angry?"

Man Bao raised his head and snorted, took the painting and turned away, angry, who wouldn't.

Daji looked at Man Bao who was going to the other side angrily. After a while, he turned to look at the other side. Sure enough, he saw a figure standing there on the floor tiles at the corner.

Daji saw that the figure paused for a long time before leaving, then shook his head slightly, and put the horse to the stable.

Man Bao took the painting back to his room, and then remembered that her book basket was still in the study in the yard over there, but she was not on good terms with others, and she couldn't go there, so she just put the painting on it. On the table, decided to talk about it later.

Zhou Lijun heard the clanging sound of the next room, and could not help but ran out and asked, "Little aunt, what are you doing?"

Man Bao, who could drop a book on the ground, picked it up and replied, "Nothing, I'm looking for a book."

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