It's the first time I've seen Song Shuang wearing women's clothes, but her dress is very simple and casual, ordinary Luo skirt and short shirt, less heroic, but more lively and delicate, and her figure is more graceful.

It's just that this hairstyle is a little strange, neither a man's bun, nor the hairstyle that unmarried women often comb, and a slightly messy little bump on the head, which looks a little lazy.

Ma Du thought to himself that this mother-in-law should not be used to being a tomboy, and she couldn't even comb her hair.

"Look what my hair does!" Song Shuang seemed to know what Ma Du was thinking, "I'm too lazy to comb, come in!" She beckoned and turned and went inside.

Why did he suddenly become so enthusiastic, could it be that Lao Tzu is still so lethal to women? It's just a little contact a few days ago, and it's already taken her heart?

Oops, when did Lao Tzu become a genius of pickling girls? Ma Du didn't know where the confidence came from, and swaggered open the curtain of the inner room.

It turned out that Ma Du thought too much, Song Shuang took a piece of paper and shook it in front of his eyes, "You drew this?" ”

Ma Du was a little disappointed in his heart, it turned out that this little woman came to the painting that Ma Du painted, "Yes, I painted it." ”

"You really drew it!" Song Shuang smiled slightly, "How can you paint such a painting, you also like this style of painting?" ”

"Seeing that you are drawing like this on the table, I drew one casually, how about I draw it very well."

Song Shuang pursed her lips, "Well drawn, what's the matter." The eldest brother said that this kind of painting has no idea, no charm, no technique, and is very clumsy, it is simply a ingenious work, and you can paint and have nothing to be proud of. ”

What my uncle said is really right, compared with real Chinese paintings, Ma Du is not even a fart, "hehe...... Even so, you have to learn. ”

Song Shuang paused, "I like it, since you can draw, teach me." She took the picture she had drawn before, and pointed her finger at the Q version of the cartoon woman on it, "Is this woman on it me?" ”

Madu nodded and said, "Yes!" ”

"My head is as big as you drew it, and my neck is not so thin, as if it can fall off at any time, it's scary to look at. And the eyes, how can they be so big, they all take up half of the face. ”

What is the reason, isn't the soap box with a big head, a thin neck and big eyes, doesn't it mean that I like it very much?

Ma Du smiled: "I kind of know why you can't draw well, you can't let go." To paint this kind of painting, you have to break the stereotype of knowing things, and of course you have to retain its characteristics and exaggerate it. ”

Song Shuang blinked widely, "You can't understand what nonsense you are talking about, do you want to teach me." ”

Ma Du couldn't help but hold his forehead, whether he had done wrong from the beginning, and if he had a child in the future, he would definitely be worried about the child's IQ. He picked up the pen and paper on the table, and soon drew another cartoon drawing.

Song Shuang covered her mouth and laughed when she saw it: "Isn't this a big brother?" ”

"That's right, this is the eldest brother, why did you recognize him at once."

Song Shuang pouted, "Are you really stupid for me, this hood beard, who else can there be if you are not a big brother." ”

"Isn't that it?" Ma Du called Guan Jia over, held his face and asked Song Shuang, "What characteristics do you see Guan Jia looks like?" ”

"Round face, small eyes, small mouth, oh, I kind of get it!" Song Shuang picked up the pen and drew it on the paper.

"You're overdone!" Madu immediately leaned over, "There must be a little edge, otherwise it's a ball, I'll teach you!" He leaned over and took Song Shuang's hand holding the pen.

Hey...... Finally embarked on the first step of the journey, this white and slippery little hand is really good to the touch, a little inhalation can smell the faint fragrance wafting from her neck, the other arm is on the edge of the table, almost to hold Song Shuang in her arms......

No, this is obviously my wife, why do you want to make yourself like a subway**.

Looking up at Guan Jia, who was opening his mouth wider and wider, Ma Du hurriedly told him with his eyes to hurry up and get rough and not to be a light bulb.

Guan Jia was a smart boy, and immediately understood what Ma Du meant, and quietly withdrew from the inner room on tiptoe.

Just now, the young lady and her uncle shook hands and held a pen and folded their necks, which really looked like a loving couple.

The old man is right, the new aunt has the means, and the whole family was worried that the young lady would lose her temper and refuse to marry, but now it's okay, I have to tell the lord and Mrs. the good news.

Guan Jia had just left the house and had not yet arrived at the courtyard gate, when he heard the screams of his own young lady from the house, "What are you doing!" Get out of here, get out! ”

As soon as Guan Jia turned around, he saw his uncle stumbling out of the house. The uncle looked back and saw that the young lady did not chase after him, so he straightened his waist again and walked to him.

"Guan Jia, I'll tell your lord later, I still have errands in the palace, so I won't eat at home, so I'll go to the palace."

"Okay, the villain must bring the words." Guan Jia should respond, and when he staggered past his uncle, he clearly saw two big footprints on his uncle's buttocks.

As soon as he entered the door, he met the steward of the palace, saying that the house given to him by the prince had been found, and he asked Ma Du if he wanted to buy anything on the street of the palace, and they did it together.

Zhang Shicheng is a good person, the loess is almost buried to his neck, and he is still thinking about this little thing about Ma Du. He shouldn't be able to block Lao Zhu's full attack, and he doesn't know how long he can hold it, it doesn't matter what he adds to this house, Ma Du didn't plan to live there, and declined the kindness of the steward.

The doctor in the palace is an idle job, otherwise Zhang Shicheng would not have been vacant for so long, if someone in the palace is sick, he still has to go outside to find a doctor, and Lao Zhu is almost the same situation.

The place on duty is in a remote corner of the palace, after all, it is not an important position. Zhang Shicheng didn't seem to have any intention of entrusting the medical affairs of the palace to Ma Du, just to reward him with an official.

This is very in line with Zhang Shicheng's consistent style, accepting people, and making great efforts to accept people, Zhang Shicheng's Hongwen Hall was once overcrowded.

It's a pity that Lao Zhang doesn't use them, eats, drinks, recites poetry and has fun with them, and many outstanding talents leave because they can't get it, such as Shi Nai'an and Luo Guanzhong's master and apprentice.

This is also the case on Madu's side, which can be seen from the staff, a middle-aged servant with poor ears, who is responsible for sprinkling and sweeping and serving tea and water to Madu.

Madu had to shout loudly into his ear when he spoke to him, and even then, the conversation between the two was often one in which the donkey's lips were not the horse's mouth, and it was better to use gestures.

With a gesture of pouring tea, the middle-aged servant immediately made a pot of tea for Madu. Rare good tea, smell a refreshing spleen, this is also a benefit of Zhang Shicheng.

Ma Du only drank two sips when one of the palace guards came to the door and asked him to go and treat people!

This made Mado very strange, and his heart immediately became alert.