The Wei family is serious about marrying the Song family. The elders of the Wei family have not yet arrived in Kyoto, but they have already sent local specialties from Lizhou several times.
It was normal for the two families to go around and give some gifts. Seeing that the Wei family valued it so much, the Xiaoyun family was happy. After accepting the things, they also sent some local specialties from Kyoto to Lizhou.
Although Wei Yutang abided by etiquette and never visited the Song family's door, he still dragged Zhang Yunwei to deliver things several times, and everything passed through Xiao Yun's eyes before falling into Song Qinghuan's hands.
No one else knew about such a movement, but the maids serving Song Qinghuan knew it very well.
Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, Chunlan and Qiulan had to meet the Sanlang of the Wei family in Texue. A few maids gathered together and tried their best to ask Taxue to tell him what kind of person the Sanlang of the Wei family was.
A few maids were talking about making trouble in private. Song Qinghuan knew it, but she just turned a blind eye.
Xunmei was still teasing her about Wei Yutang at this time, and couldn't help but glare at her angrily: "I see, spring is here, you also want to get married, right?"
Xunmei's face turned red immediately and she stamped her feet: "What did the girl say? I want to serve the girl for a few more years."
Seeing Song Qinghuan staring at him for a moment, he became even more embarrassed and twisted his body: "Young girl is really annoying."
Today's greenhouse banquet is just for the juniors to get together and make a fuss. Except for the young masters and girls of the Zhang family, the only outsiders are Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang.
Song Qinghuan certainly knew what Zhang Yunwei had planned.
Although I have no feelings for Wei Yutang, I will definitely get married in the future, so I am not that repellent.
It was dusk when the green cloth sedan went around Jinyu Lane and stopped in front of Zhang's Mansion.
The fiery sunset reflected half of the sky, giving the entire city of Kyoto a somewhat ruddy glow.
Song Qinghuan lifted the curtains and stepped out of the sedan chair. When he raised his eyes, he saw Wei Yutang standing not far away.
He is still wearing a deep green bamboo dress with a cross-collar collar, but now the hem of the dress is embroidered not with clivia but with bamboo leaves. There is a jade pendant with a bamboo leaf pattern on his waist, and his hair is tied with ebony.
Song Qinghuan seemed to be dressed up like this every time she saw him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wei Yutang took a few steps forward and wanted to give her a hand, but felt that it was abrupt and retracted his hand unnaturally. When he saw her laughing, he couldn't help but blush at the tip of his ears and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Song Qinghuan saw the hand he just handed out, but with a calm expression, he pretended not to have seen it, and asked Taxue to help him get out of the sedan. Then he pursed his lips and smiled: "Every time I see you, you wear the same clothes, and you always call me
I thought you didn't have any clothes to change."
She didn't say anything, and Wei Yutang didn't care. He lowered his head and took a look at the clothes on his body. Then he thought about the clothes he brought from Lizhou. It was really like this.
He also smiled: "I used to like green bamboo, so I made a few more clothes like this at home."
This is half true and half false. It is true that I like green bamboo, but at this time, my clothes are becoming more and more green bamboo, but I don't know it.
Song Qinghuan took a few steps forward, pursed her lips and smiled again: "I really like her very much."
Wei Yutang also smiled, and the two of them walked side by side into the courtyard, one foot apart.
Wei Xiuming, Zhang Yunwei and his wife were greeting the brothers and sisters from the Zhang family. The group gathered in the hall and talked and laughed.
Brother Xu was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back like a little adult, which made people laugh.
Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang heard bursts of laughter before they even approached.
The two looked at each other, quite unwilling to come forward and disturb them.
Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and took a look at the sky. He rolled his eyes and said, "The Wei family has been famous for being scholars for generations. I wonder what Brother Wei's achievements in calligraphy and painting are like?"
Wei Yutang didn't know what Song Qinghuan wanted to say for a while, but he knew that Song Wende was an excellent calligrapher and painter. After thinking about it, he replied carefully: "It's just average, I can probably meet people."
Song Qinghuan blinked and said again: "I see that the red sunset is very beautiful. I don't know if Brother Wei has time to draw one for me, so that I can borrow flowers to offer Buddha as a gift to my sister."
But just a painting is not a big deal.
Wei Yutang raised his head and took a look at the sky. The Wei family has been a scholar for generations. No matter how bad he was in all aspects, it was not difficult to draw a sunset picture.
He nodded immediately: "Okay, yes."
Neither of them wanted to join in the fun, so they made a tacit understanding and laid out pen and paper on the stone table outside the house. After pressing the paper with a weight, Wei Yutang did not need a maid to wait on him, but mixed the paint himself. With one stroke, a tapered shape was visible.
Song Qinghuan stood aside and watched, wearing a pink blue dress that was blown by the evening breeze, and the hem of her skirt was flying.
When Wei Xiuming and his wife heard that the little maid had come to report, they looked at each other and got up and walked outside the door.
I saw these two people standing together, both lowering their heads and looking at each other. The scenery of the sunset seemed quite artistic.
Zhang Yunwei held the handkerchief in his hand and covered his lips with a smile: "Let me tell you, these two are a perfect match."
Wei Xiuming did not comment, but the corners of his lips were slightly curved. He took a few steps forward to break the artistic conception and smiled heartily: "Third brother has not touched paintings for many years. I am really in high spirits today."
Wei Yutang was raised according to the Wei family's method of raising children. The children of the Wei family did not have to be full of scriptures, take the imperial examinations and pursue careers, but at least they could not tarnish the reputation of the Wei family by picking up a pen outside.
In his early years, he was burdened by his reputation, so he went out to travel for two years. He never touched calligraphy and painting after leaving the Wei family. Unexpectedly, he was still swayed by Song Qinghuan today.
Wei Yutang held the pen in one hand and held his sleeves with the other. Hearing the words, the corners of his lips curled up and he replied without raising his head: "I owe it all to your east wind."
This was said carelessly, but both of them knew it well.
Seeing this, Song Qinghuan took two steps back, knelt down and saluted, and called Wei Xiuming, "Brother-in-law." Then he stood back and looked at his nose and heart without saying a word.
Wei Xiuming stood to one side watching Wei Yutang paint, but the corner of his eye fell on Song Qinghuan.
As far as he was concerned, he really couldn't see what could attract Wei Yutang in her, and she was still a divorced woman.
Wei Yutang didn't know what he was thinking, he just focused on this painting. The beautiful woman was beside him, and he felt love in his heart, which was very expressive.
The sky was filled with red clouds, and a pink peach blossom stretched out from outside through a courtyard wall.
Although he has not written this work for many years, it can be seen that his skill is not bad.
Song Qinghuan stood quite far away, but what he could see was Wei Yutang's serious look. His bamboo-colored sleeves were stained with some pink paint without even realizing it. His eyes were clear and bright, and the red light of the sunset shone on them.
It just adds a bit of gentleness to him.
At that moment, Song Qinghuan felt that there was nothing wrong with marrying Wei Yutang.
There was a moment of trance in my mind. Before this trance dissipated, I was interrupted by someone's chuckle.
Everyone in the room came out at some point, surrounded Wei Yutang, and praised the sunset painting frequently.
But one person suddenly said: "Are you Song Yueli?"
