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Du Ruo thought to herself, he should have played the piano here before, and asked people to prepare something for her to paint.

Meng Yuanzhou sat cross-legged on the mat, pulling Meng Xiuwen standing in front of him with one hand, and raising his sleeve with the other hand to wipe the rain from his forehead for him, his expression and demeanor were full of love and pity for his young son.

"Is it cold or not?" Meng Yuanzhou asked him.

Meng Xiuwen's head shook like a rattle.

Meng Yuanzhou looked at Du Ruo at this time, "Sit down." ”

Du Ruo nodded, sat down on the stool behind the stone table, and waited for his words.

Meng Yuanzhou took Meng Xiuwen and looked over her to the other side of the building, and there was a pond full of lotus flowers in sight. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, the huge lotus flowers stand in the water like a girl, and like a piece of white jade and red jade, in the mist of smoke and rain, curling Nana, looking for the sun and elegant posture adds a bit of enchantment.

"She used to like to play in the water over there." Meng Yuanzhou opened his mouth and said, thinking deeply and becoming a little distant, "After marrying someone, she still behaves like a girl, she loves lotus, so I asked someone to dig up the soil to build a pond, bring water over, and plant lotus flowers in it." This lotus flower blooms every year, and the flowers bloom more and more, but there is no one who is full of joy anymore. ”

Du Ruo turned his head to look at his sight, and estimated that the pond had two or three acres of land, and there were two small boats docked on the very edge, with oars on the boats, and the rain was falling, and there was no other sound between heaven and earth.

She retracted her gaze, helpless in her heart, this father and son are really distressing.

The face must always be faced, and if you can't get out of it, you will only be sad and hurt your body.

"You can make another picture of her, do you remember what you heard last time?" Meng Yuanzhou said again.

He had spent a lot of money to find many painters to paint portraits of his deceased wife, but unfortunately they had never seen what Tang Li looked like, and even if he described it carefully, the portraits they painted still could not meet his expectations.

Du Ruo nodded, picked up his pen and thought for a while, then moved to another stool and drew facing the lotus pond.

"Daddy, who is your name Du Ruohua?" Meng Xiuwen asked suspiciously, lying in his arms.

"A friend." Meng Yuanzhou said.

"Which friend? Have I seen it? ”

"You haven't seen it."

"Has Grandpa seen it?"

"Your grandfather has seen her."

"Grandpa is going to visit his mother again?"

"Hmm."

Meng Xiuwen closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, got off Meng Yuanzhou and ran to Du Ruo's side, tiptoeing towards Du Ruo's painting.

Meng Yuanzhou's face was a little solemn, he got up and stepped forward, his eyes fell on the painting painted by Du Ruo, and found that she was painting the situation in front of her, the lotus pond not far away, the surrounding pavilions and pavilions, were also in the rain, and the extra woman in white who reached out to pick the lotus on the boat, only the woman's smart back.

His heart froze, and his sorrow spread.

"Master Meng, I don't know if this is possible?" Du Ruo asked, she was just a trick, otherwise she would not be like him and she would make many changes, which would really delay time.

"Very good, you drew very well." He seemed satisfied, looked at it for a moment, and then walked to the other side and sat down.

Meng Xiuwen felt that he was too tired on tiptoe, so he climbed to the stone bench next to him, and lay on the table to stare at Du Ruo's movements, looking very interested.

Who knew that as soon as he moved his body, one hand pressed on the paint blended by Du Ruo, and the paint was immediately splashed on the silver-red brocade shirt, and the little hands were dirty. Knowing that he had done something wrong, he immediately turned his head and peeked at Meng Yuanzhou, and hurriedly jumped down from the stone bench.

Seeing this, the subordinate standing on the side hurriedly walked over and took out something to wipe for him, "It's okay!" Don't worry! "Humanity.

Meng Yuanzhou's face sank, and he looked at Meng Xiuwen without saying a word of reproach, but there was a faint anger on his body.

Du Ruo stopped and glanced at Meng Xiuwen, and said with a smile: "If you want to learn, I can teach you in the future, and it is common for painting paint to get on your body." ”

Meng Xiuwen stood there, letting his subordinates pull his sleeves and hands and wipe them over and over again.

"Let's take him back to his room and wash it!" Meng Yuanzhou said.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took his hand and took Meng Xiuwen away from here with an umbrella.

Du Ruoxin said, no wonder this kid doesn't have a big temper, he doesn't even have a temper, he has a soft temperament, it turns out that Meng Yuanzhou is so strict with him. It stands to reason that the only son, and his mother died early, should be spoiled in every way.

"I just heard Xiuwen say that your name is Du Ruo?" Meng Yuanzhou asked again.

Du Ruo nodded.

"What's my husband's surname?"

"The surname is Song."

"I heard that you are from Donggou Village?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know Song Ju'an?"

Du Ruo was speechless in her heart, what earth-shattering things did this Song Ju'an do, so many people knew his name, and they always mentioned him in front of her!

"He's my father-in-law." Du Ruo had no choice but to tell the truth.

Meng Yuanzhou's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but look at her twice, put his hand on the strings and plucked it twice, feeling strange in his heart.

After that meal, after Song Ju'an left, he heard from the county magistrate Wu Dajiang that this Du was a water-based poplar woman, forcing Song Ju'an to marry her, and she had no morality, which often disturbed the neighbors. Wu Dajiang admired Song Ju'an, so he was very sorry that he married such a woman as his wife.

However, the woman in front of her was not as Wu Dajiang said, she saw her a few times, and she behaved very normally.

"How does Meng Ye know my father-in-law?" Du Ruo asked.

"Once I invited Mr. Wu to drink and eat, and it happened that Mr. Song was in the city to report the merchant for selling illicit salt, and Mr. Wu sent someone to arrest the merchant who sold illicit salt, so he took Mr. Song to the banquet with him."

"I see." Du Ruo smiled, put the pen down, stood up and browsed it as a whole, and said to him, "Master Meng, the painting is done." ”

Meng Yuanzhou got up and walked over to take a look, becoming more and more puzzled, where does this painting seem to be made by a vulgar and ignorant village woman?

"Okay, let's go! Don't forget to claim the silver reward! ”

Du Ruo always felt that after he knew about her relationship with Song Ju'an, his attitude became a lot colder, perhaps, he was suspicious.

After Du Ruo left, Meng Yuanzhou turned to the subordinate who was standing on the side: "Be optimistic about the young master in the future, and let Xiuwen stay away from this woman." ”

Maybe she's too good at hiding, and it's possible that she's trying to get close to Xiuwen. In any case, this woman's reputation is ruined, and she is corrupted, and everyone will wronged her.

After giving the order, he looked at the painting carefully.

"Yes." The man lowered his hand.

Du Ruo returned to the Shangong Building with an umbrella, but Aunt Zheng, who was in charge, was not there, and many people inside were talking while doing their work, with a smile on their faces.

She sat down in her seat, and Ah Ying and Bao Die hurriedly asked her, "What did Meng Ye tell you to do?" ”

"Painted a picture for Meng Ye." Du Ruo said.

"You know how to draw? What is drawn? ”

"You also know that rich people are well fed and clothed, and they usually find something elegant to have fun with."

"I don't see if you still have the art of painting." Ah Ying smiled.

"I've only scratched the surface." Du Ruoyi said with a smile.

But soon the conversation moved on to something else. Du Ruo sat in front of Bao Die, checked it first, and then handed her the embroidery to let her go through it again

"I heard that there is another amnesty for the world!" A female worker next to her said in a low voice.

The attention of Du Ruo and Ah Ying was quickly attracted to the past.

"I remember a few years ago, when I was not married! I just listened to the people in the village, and I can't remember why! Another female worker said excitedly.

"I remember! It was five years ago, on the birthday of a concubine who is very favored by the emperor, the emperor announced an amnesty to celebrate the concubine's birthday, and two days later it will be my birthday. ”

"That concubine must be extremely beautiful, but what is it for this time?" Bao Die interjected.

The first female worker to speak spoke at this time: "I have relatives who go to the capital to do business, and I also listened to him, he said that the last amnesty for the world and this time are for the same concubine, it seems to be a concubine!" This concubine was diagnosed as pregnant, and the Sacred Heart was so happy that she decided to forgive sinners all over the world! ”

Du Ruoxin said, if the news is true, then this concubine's means are not ordinary, or the beauty of the country and the city, as the saying goes, the king's heart is unfathomable, and the deep palace is difficult step by step, she can let the king of a country amnesty the world for her three times and twice.

"People are born with glory and wealth in front of them, we poor women don't have anything to expect in this life, if we can find a good husband and marry, we will burn high incense!"

"yes!"

Several women sighed and envied, but they also knew that it was a world that they could not reach in their lives.

There are some things that cannot be done with hard work.

While talking, everyone suddenly quieted down, and it was Aunt Zheng who walked in with someone.

"What nonsense? Beware of me sewing your mouths! Aunt Zheng looked at everyone, her sharp gaze swept back and forth in the room, and then she walked towards Du Ruo.

"In the future, the village will be busy, you will come to the village to do things every day!" Aunt Zheng said to Du Ruo.

Du Ruo was a little surprised, "Look at your reaction so much!" I don't want to make more money! Aunt Zheng smiled again.

"Thank you!" Du Ruo hurriedly got up and saluted her.

"No need, learn more in the future! Anyone else can do anything! After Aunt Zheng finished speaking, she turned around and walked around with her hands behind her back.

Du Ruo was very happy in his heart, and was worried about the silver, but he didn't expect a sudden turnaround.

The rain kept falling, and it was dripping all the way in the afternoon.

When Du Ruo came back from Xiuzhuang, Baodie lent her an umbrella, and she shared an umbrella with Ah Ying and left.

By the time we got back to the village, it was already dark, and it was getting dark early because of the rain.

She held an umbrella and stepped on the muddy water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and when she returned home, her clothes were mostly wet, and the lower half of her body was also wet, and it was a little cold.

There was no one in the courtyard, the door of the hall was closed, Du Ruo put away the umbrella, lifted the curtain and entered the West House.

"Song Ju'an?" She shouted softly.

No one answered, and there didn't seem to be anyone in the Westinghouse.

It was so dark in the room that she got used to it for a long time before she reached the table, lit the oil lamp, and wiped her face with a towel.

However, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a man sitting on the ground in front of the bookshelf with his back against the bookshelf, his head bowed, and he didn't know how long he had been in this position, looking extremely depressed.

"Song Ju'an?" Du Ruo stepped forward and shouted at him in surprise.