Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 451 Three years later, I will marry (2 more)
These words, the speaker has a heart, but the listener is confused.

The little girl's face was full of bewilderment, as if she didn't quite understand and was eager to ask for confirmation, her eyes were fixed on him.

Song Yuanbao responded to her clear gaze, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, "Is it okay?"

Ye Ling didn't quite understand, "What, what?"

Song Yuanbao said: "You didn't draw this painting well because your experience is too shallow and you don't know enough. You can take it back and think about it. After three years, I will come to your house to pick it up."

Ye Ling became more and more confused, "Why did it take three years?"

Song Yuanbao said "Well", "It's fine to pick it up tomorrow, but I'm worried that you won't be able to draw me well in a short time."

Ye Ling nodded. In one day, she really couldn't gather his drunken demeanor into an inspiration and paint it with a brush.

She was in a daze when she heard Song Yuanbao say again: "There is a word called 'from one end to the end', whether it is for people or objects, since you have started to paint, you should let this painting have a perfect ending , otherwise the characters have no expression, and the whole painting will lose its soul, then you have been wasting pen and ink after painting for so long, right?"

Ye Ling felt that what he said was quite right, so she nodded.

Song Yuanbao hooked his lips, rolled up the dried drawing paper and handed it to her, "Don't forget our agreement, three years."

Ye Ling took it and pursed her lips, "I will be 17 years old in three years."

Grandma said that when she is 15 years old next year, she will start discussing marriage. She is not sure whether she will be married or will be in a boudoir when she is 17 years old.

Song Yuanbao looked at her, a youthful smile appeared on his lips, his brows and eyes were flirtatious, and he was particularly provocative, "Didn't you say that I will marry you in three years?"

"I heard it!" The little girl didn't realize that she had fallen into the trap of the big bad wolf. "I'm just worried that the painting will be gone by then."

The smile in Song Yuanbao's eyes deepened, "It doesn't matter if the painting is not there, as long as the person is here."

The little girl said "Oh", "Then I will try my best to be careful not to lose it to you."

"it is good."

The conversation between the two ended here, Song Yuanbao excused that he had something to do with His Highness and he had to go first, after saying goodbye to the little girl, he walked out of the garden and went to the front yard.

Zhao Xi was still on the veranda, and he hadn't gotten up since he sat down before. If it wasn't for Xue Yinhuan's concentration, he would have been driven crazy. She thought that she was usually taciturn, but she didn't expect this person to be even worse than her. Sitting in one posture for such a long time without saying a word.

She was about to ask Zhao Xi what he wanted to do when she saw Song Yuanbao coming out from the other end of the veranda and walking briskly towards this side.

Zhao Xi, who almost sat himself like a statue, finally reacted. He looked up at him with a half-smile, "How?"

Song Yuanbao was in a good mood, raised his brows lightly, deliberately showing off, "Let's go back to the yamen first."

The purpose of Zhao Xi bringing him here is to let him see clearly that Ye Ling is not necessarily the kind of girl he likes.

But looking at Song Yuanbao's reaction now, Zhao Xi felt that he might have been an assist invisibly.

Xue Yinhuan looked at the two inexplicably, "What are you talking about?"

Song Yuanbao looked at her with a mysterious smile, "Thank you Miss Xue for your hospitality today, and we will leave now."

Looking at the backs of the two, Xue Yinhuan frowned, "Hello..."

Why are they here today?

No, A Yao, just now A Yao and Song Yuanbao have been in the garden!

Xue Yinhuan reacted, his complexion changed suddenly, he held up the hem of his skirt and rushed towards the garden regardless of his appearance, when he arrived, he found the little girl sitting on the stone steps in front of the pavilion, the broad banana leaf above her head blocked the sunlight, she held the A painting, the eyes are focused, seem to be in thought, not even aware of someone approaching.

"Ayao." Seeing that she was safe and sound, Xue Yinhuan found his voice, still trembling, "Why are you sitting here?"

Hearing someone talking, Ye Ling came back to his senses and looked at Xue Yinhuan, "Sister Huan, what's wrong?"

Xue Yinhuan strode to her side, wanted to ask her if Song Yuanbao did something just now, but his eyes were attracted by the painting in Ye Ling's hand.

It's not the previous painting of a beauty sleeping in spring, it looks like it was painted not long ago, the image of the drunk lying among the flowers in the painting is vivid, even if the face is not finished, Xue Yinhuan has already seen that it is Song Yuanbao.

She opened her mouth in surprise, "You just painted for Young Master Song?"

"Yeah!" Ye Ling said truthfully, "Master Yuanbao said that there is something wrong with the beauty I drew for Sister Huan, so he asked me to draw one for him so that he can guide me."

"Then why didn't he take the painting away?" Xue Yinhuan frowned deeply.

"Master Yuanbao said, I can't draw his face, the painting is incomplete, let me take it back to ponder, and he will come to our house to pick up the painting three years later."

"Three years later?" Xue Yinhuan was even more confused.

"Uh-huh."

"Ayao, that..." Xue Yinhuan hesitated to speak, "Let me ask you, did he do anything to you when he gave you guidance just now?"

"No!" Ye Ling shook his head.

Xue Yinhuan was worried after all, "For example, holding your hand."

Ye Ling still shook her head, "Sister Huan is thinking too much, Master Yuan Bao is not a disciple, how could he belittle me for no reason?"

"Then why did he ask you to paint for him and leave the painting behind?"

Ye Ling still gave the same answer, "Because the painting is not finished yet, he doesn't want it, unless he waits for me to finish it."

Can't even see such an obvious hint?What a silly girl.

Xue Yinhuan sighed softly.

Before, she still couldn't understand why Zhao Xi insisted that she invite Ye Ling to Shang Shu's mansion, but now seeing this painting, she understood it all at once.

It wasn't Zhao Xi who wanted to see Ye Ling, it was Song Yuanbao who wanted to see Ye Ling.

He painted and taught, and finally left the painting, saying that he would pick it up in three years.

I'm afraid, this marriage is not the other's choice, right?

Thinking of this, Xue Yinhuan glanced at the innocent girlfriend next to him, and couldn't help worrying, "A Yao, what do you think of Young Master Song?"

Ye Ling thought for a while and said, "It's quite interesting."

"Interesting?" Xue Yinhuan stared, "What does interesting mean?"

Thinking of Song Yuanbao's words, Ye Ling laughed, "It's just an ordinary painting, and it's not a famous calligraphy. He actually asked me to help keep it for three years. I told him that the painting might be gone after three years, and he said It doesn't matter if the painting is not here, as long as the person is here, sister Huan, do you think he wants this painting, or are you kidding me?"

Xue Yinhuan was speechless for a while, rubbing her head, "My silly girl, do you really think he cares about this painting?"

"Then what else?"

"..." In order not to scare the little girl, Xue Yinhuan didn't mention it clearly.

Song Yuanbao's interest in Ye Ling was all her own speculation. Whether there was such a thing or not still needs to be verified.

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Outside the gate of Shangshu Mansion, Zhao Xi and Song Yuanbao stepped into the carriage.

After slowly setting off, Zhao Xi asked the person next to him, "Are you taking him down?"

"Young Master, I'll go out in person, can I miss it?" Song Yuanbao's handsome face was filled with pride, "When I arrive at the Shenbing Division, I will go to my father and ask him to go back and discuss with my mother about choosing a date and find a matchmaker to go to Ye's house to say goodbye. "

Zhao Xi's eyebrows twitched, "She agreed?"

He was very curious about how Song Yuanbao managed to get the girl to marry him willingly after only meeting him twice.

Thinking of some possibility, Zhao Xi looked at Song Yuanbao with complicated eyes, "Could you have done something to her that you shouldn't have done?"

When Song Yuanbao heard it, his previously proud face immediately collapsed, "Why do I not like to listen to you so much? Why did I do something I shouldn't do to her? Am I that kind of person?"

Zhao Xi didn't say a word, staring at him with both eyes, "Yes" was written in his left eye, and "Absolutely" was written in his right eye.

Taken together: you are a beast in clothes.

"..."

Back at the Shenbing Division, Song Yuanbao didn't even have time to take a sip of water. He found out where Song Wei was, and went to look for him excitedly.

Song Wei was setting up a small mechanism beast with several masters for experimentation. Seeing Song Yuanbao running to the warehouse, he stopped what he was doing and went up to him, "What are you doing here?"

"Father, I have something to discuss with you." Song Yuanbao's tone changed from his previous one in the Shangshu Mansion, and now he was obviously flattering.

"Speak." Song Wei picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea slowly.

"You don't have to bother to ask His Royal Highness to persuade me. I have decided to marry Miss Ye, and I will not change it. After you go back, discuss it with my mother, and pick a day to find a matchmaker to come to say goodbye! But please let the matchmaker marry Ye. Let me make it clear that after three years, I will definitely come back with the No. [-] examination, and I won’t wrong their girl.”

Song Wei put down his teacup and asked him, "What if you meet another girl in the past three years, so what if you don't love her?"

"That's not possible." Song Yuanbao's tone was very firm, "I know what kind of wife I want to marry, besides, the son you raised and raised by yourself, can he be that kind of person?"

(End of this chapter)