Chapter 65: Predestined Fate (Seeking Bookmarks)

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  Thank you 'so-called', 'promise', 'falling clouds', 'jinrai' and 'lz3zl' for their generous rewards.

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  Since that day's brief encounter, Wei Xiao's life was as before, flowing quietly like clear water, without any ripples.

  Outside, the legend of Wei Zhao has been circulating for a long time, and from time to time, someone comes to visit and ask for poetry. However, the doorman is very polite and tells each visitor: "The young master is preparing for the imperial examination, please forgive him." Then the visitor also politely makes a fist at the gatekeeper, with a smile on his face and returns.

  Weizao wasn't completely unseen by everyone, Chu Han and Han Yuan had come once to ask Weizao about some poetry and learning methods. Weizao simply and clearly said a few words, the two suddenly enlightened and their minds were opened, they left with excited faces.

  Wu Fangyuan also came once, with a somewhat unwilling gaze, and after talking to Wei Zao for a while, the regret in his heart grew heavier, and he left with a sigh on his face.

  In the study reading books, occasionally teasing the little maid, sometimes fiddling with some miscellaneous small things, Wei Zhao's days are spent leisurely and fulfilling.

  In the study, Wei Zaoxiang sat at the desk, her small hands trembling as she held a brush, pursing her lips and writing on the rice paper with careful strokes.

  "Master..." Not long after, Xiangxiang looked at the crooked and twisted big characters, turned her head to look at Weizao with a pitiful expression, and shouted with a flat mouth.

  Wei Zhuo held two pieces of wood in his hands, a bright white knife moving back and forth on them, carving out long strips that fell down slowly.

  "Write five hundred characters, or you won't be allowed to eat." Wei Xiao didn't lift his head and continued to carve.

  The little girl's small face was full of grievances, her two originally fair and delicate hands were now blackened as she struggled to hold the brush, hanging her head low again as she began writing.

  Wan'er walked over with a tray, took out the cups and teapot, and poured a cup for each of Xiangxiang and Weizhao. Looking at Xiangxiang's pitiful expression, she smiled slightly and suddenly whispered to Weizhao: "Young master, there will be a temple fair after a while, shall we go take a look..."

  Wan'er hadn't finished speaking when Xiangqiang's eyes suddenly widened and sparkled, shining brightly as they rolled around.

  Wei Zhao raised his head and looked at Wan'er with a smile, nodding: "Yeah, come to think of it, you haven't been out much either. Next time I'll take you out."

  As soon as Wei Xiao's voice fell, Xiangxiang turned her head with a pitiful look, her small face still stained with ink, and coquettishly said: "Young master, I also want to go..."

  "If you can't write well, just stay home and watch the door." Wei Xiao glanced at him and said.

  Xianglian nodded with a pouting face and continued writing, but Yuanner couldn't help but want to laugh. The little girl was repeatedly writing the character "yong" on the paper, her small face twisted in a clever and mischievous way, no need to say that she was thinking of ways to coax Young Master to take her out together again.

  Wan'er didn't expose her, looking at Wei Zhao who had already carved the wooden piece into a semi-circular shape, she asked softly "Young master, how did you play chess so well? I remember I didn't teach you that many moves?"

  Wan'er found this very strange, the young master was clearly clueless at first, but somehow he became more proficient than her in the blink of an eye. This morning, the three of them played six or seven rounds, with Wei Zhao winning every single one.

  Wei Zhao put together two round pieces the thickness of two fingers, looked up at Wan Er and smiled: "The master leads you in the door, cultivation is on the individual, one method for all, ten thousand changes without leaving its origin."

  Wan'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her small face immediately showed a hint of displeasure, thinking that the young master was teasing her again.

  Wei Zhao didn't explain, and instead aligned the two wooden strips together. He then picked up a small black lacquered stick that had been prepared earlier and inserted it in between them. Next, he took out a cloth strip and tied everything together.

  Wan'er didn't know what the young master was up to again, and she quietly watched with her hands supporting her cheeks.

  "Wan Er." Suddenly, a crisp cry echoed from the door frame.

  Wan'er was taken aback and looked at Wei Qiao before hurrying over with quick steps.

  At the door, Li Xilian's personal maid, Yu'er, stood outside the door, her small face curiously glancing around.

  Wan'er saw that it was Li Xilian's personal maid and hurriedly stepped forward to ask in a soft voice, "Yu'er, has the mistress returned?"

  The little servant girl quietly stuck her head inside and took a look, then said in a low voice: "Madam has just returned and is taking a bath. She's asking Master to go over."

  Wan Er immediately nodded and said: "Alright, I'll go tell Young Master right away."

  The fish nodded and looked in again, but still didn't see anyone, and reluctantly turned around and left.

  Wan'er closed the door and walked over, but before she could speak, Wei Zou stood up and walked into the living room. He looked at Wan'er's delicate and gentle face and smiled: "Wan'er, in a few days, I'll draw a portrait of you, guaranteed to be better than anyone else's."

  Wan'er smiled slightly and puckered her lips, she also remembered that Young Master had used a brush to paint Xiangqiang's portrait, but ended up smudging it all.

  Wan'er didn't dare to expose Wei Zhao either, and softly said: "Young master, the young mistress has returned, please go over."

  Wei Zhuo put down the wooden board and nodded slightly.

  "Master, have you thought about how to tell your wife?" Wanyu hesitated and asked in a low voice with a worried look on her face.

  Wei Zhuo looked at her calmly and smiled: "What's there to explain?"

  Wan'er was taken aback, her eyes blinked, and she furrowed her brow slightly, as if it really didn't need to be explained, but in her heart, she felt a lingering sense of unease.

  Wei Zhao smiled and pinched her delicate little face, amidst Yuanyuan's scolding, he chuckled and walked towards Li Xiujuan's small building.

  In the past few days, several shops of the Wei family that were previously sealed off for unknown reasons have been unsealed, and many officials, big and small, have come to visit. Li Xilian has been busy running around, unable to find a moment to return home and see Wei Zhao. Today, after declining several invitations from shopkeepers, she finally managed to squeeze out some time to come back and see Wei Zhao.

  A misty vapor rose, and after a stir, the skin of Li Xianyun's bath bucket was exposed, smooth and delicate like snow. Her pretty face had a red glow, her jade arm gently stirring in the water. A strand of black hair fell like a waterfall outside the bathtub, her head resting on the edge of the tub, looking at the blurry beams, her beautiful eyes flashing with unprecedented pride and excitement amidst fatigue.

  Knock knock knock

  Listening to the knocking sound of the door and window, Li Xiluan woke up from her daze. She took a light breath, and her mature and elegant figure slowly stood up, her long and slender legs falling outside with the sound of gurgling water.

  She wiped off the water vapor on her body, looked at the clothes prepared by Yu Er, slightly frowned, turned around and walked past the screen, and started searching in the wardrobe.

  She soon found a pale purple outer gauze long skirt, she hesitated for a moment, then smiled infinitely, slowly covering her beautiful and plump ** with it, putting on the lining, tightening her small waist, finally covering the thin shirt over her shoulders, pink and smooth, delicate skin faintly visible, a faint fragrance wafting around, her face suddenly flashed a rare blush.

  She recalled Old Master Wei's last words and thought she would have three to five more years, but didn't expect it to come so soon, leaving her somewhat unprepared.

  Li Xiuluan's heart was like a deer, her body fragrant and slender as she slowly opened the door.

  Yu'er looked at Mrs. Da Shao and saw a beauty she had never revealed before, and was taken aback.

  Li Xiluan looked at the brightly lit living room and softly pursed her cherry lips, saying "Is he here?"

  The little fish looked at Li Xiujuan's expression and tone, as if she had returned to a few years ago, and her small face was stunned again.

  Li Xilian seemed to have also sensed his own loss of composure, and hummed a sound. The servant immediately came back to himself and hastily said: "Young Master is already waiting in the living room."