"The weather was so nice." Mao Tongtong sighed.

Sunshine can always make people's mood involuntarily happy. It seems to be able to penetrate the haze and give people strength.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Qingzhu asked.

"Good! Autumn sunshine is more comfortable than summer. A smile appeared on Mao Tongtong's face.

At this time, it is the season when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, so you can go and enjoy the chrysanthemums.

Mao Tongtong also deliberately chose a flag costume embroidered with chrysanthemums to put on, and took green bamboo to the imperial garden.

Although the palace was large, there were not many places she could go. Now that God has sent her in, she can only regulate her mood by herself.

If you always think about it like going to prison, you can really break yourself.

Entering the Imperial Garden, Mao Tongtong's eyes lit up. Sure enough, it is a royal garden, but it is just a chrysanthemum, and it can also be placed on dozens of varieties, large and small.

At a glance, the chrysanthemums in this garden are really diverse, purple and red.

"Bring pen and paper." Mao Tongtong was a little regretful.

If you embroider well, you won't be too bad at drawing. Otherwise, if you can't even draw a base map, how can you embroider a good work?

Mao Tongtong started to paint all kinds of chrysanthemums.

"Why don't you go back and get it?" Qingzhu Road.

"It's fine." Mao Tongtong nodded, "I'll just sit in the gazebo over there for a while." ”

"Well, slave and maid, go and come back quickly." Qingzhu said and turned to leave.

Mao Tongtong walked around the garden alone. Look at this one, look at that one, and then bathe in the warm sunshine, it's really not too pleasant.

After a while, Mao Tongtong heard footsteps. She thought it was Qingzhu, and hurriedly looked back happily, but saw several palace maids hugging a woman in a red palace dress into the garden.

The woman apparently saw her, too. Mao Tongtong had never seen her. Just look at the people who are dressed and served, and I think I know that it is a master. At least it should be a concubine.

"The slave has seen Niangniang, Niangniang is auspicious." I don't know who it is, so I can only say goodbye. Mao Tongtong blessed, waiting for the woman to call out.

"Which brother's backyard are you?" The woman asked.

If it is someone from the emperor's harem, she knows it. Or the Fujin and side Fujin in Brother's backyard, which I have also seen. But this girl looked at Miansheng, and she didn't wear the clothes of a palace maid, most of them were Gege from the backyard of the elder brother.

"The slave maid is the Gege Mao clan in the backyard of the eighth master." Mao Tongtong introduced himself.

"Hmm, the eighth brother." The woman nodded, didn't say anything more, and walked straight ahead.

Mao Tongtong lowered his head and took a step to the side, waiting for them to pass. When she arrived, she didn't figure out who the woman was.

It's just that the woman in the palace costume obviously came to enjoy the chrysanthemums, and she didn't leave, but just walked around the garden slowly.

Footsteps sounded in the garden again, and this time it was finally green bamboo.

"Gege, pen and paper you want." Qingzhu gasped slightly.

Mao Tongtong took her to serve alone, and she went back to get her things, so she thought about coming back quickly, so that she would not have no one to serve. So it's all about running back and forth.

Qingzhu brought charcoal pens and rice paper. This charcoal pen is still homemade by Mao Tongtong. This is not like a brush, and you have to bring an inkstone and ink to use it. Although it is easy to get black from time to time, it is easy to carry.

Seeing that the pen and paper came, Mao Tongtong took the green bamboo to the pavilion.

The gazebo is in the middle of the rockery, with a wide view. Qingzhu laid out the paper for Mao Tongtong, only to find that there were still others in the garden.

"Do you know who this is?" Mao Tongtong saw Qingzhu looking, so he asked.

"It's a little far away, and I can't really see it." Qingzhu replied.

Mao Tongtong didn't ask anymore, and lowered his head to draw his own painting. If you have the opportunity to know, you can always know.

Qingzhu actually wanted to persuade Mao Tongtong to go back. After all, under normal circumstances, it is best to avoid encountering the emperor's harem concubines like this. It wouldn't be nice to have any collisions.

However, she glanced at Mao Tongtong, who had already been painting seriously, and still held back her words.

Since the master didn't drive Gege away, he should have a gentle personality.

"Gege, the slave maid can see clearly, it's Concubine De's mother." Qingzhu suddenly spoke: "She also came to the pavilion." Her voice was a little nervous.

Mao Tongtong was stunned, the legend is very favored, gave birth to three sons and three daughters for Kangxi, climbed from a small palace girl to one of the four concubines, and his own son Fourth Elder Brother, the future Yongzheng Emperor has a bad relationship with Concubine De?

When she looked up, she saw Concubine De coming in front of her. At this time, she could only put down the charcoal pen in her hand and salute with Qingzhu.

"You drew this?" Concubine De glanced at the rice paper on the stone table.

"It was painted by a slave." Mao Tongtong replied.

"What kind of pen is this?" Concubine De was a little curious. The ink paintings you see on weekdays are different.

"Charcoal pen." Mao Tongtong replied, "It's made of burnt charcoal." She explained briefly.

"What do you think of yourself?" Concubine De asked again.

"Yes. Slaves are not very good at drawing with a brush. This one is harder and feels more comfortable to draw. Mao Tongtong replied. This is also a crucial point. The tip of the brush is soft. She wasn't even good at writing, let alone drawing.

"It's a bit ingenious." Concubine De praised, "Your chrysanthemum painting is also good." ”

Xie Niangniang complimented. The slave is small and cannot be put on the table. At this time, Mao Tongtong still knows modesty.

"Can this painting be given to Hongu?" Concubine De smiled. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what the fourth daughter-in-law said: Excessive modesty is pride. This Mao seems to be overly modest!

is accustomed to the immodesty of the fourth daughter-in-law every time, so that she is not used to this usual way of speaking in the palace now.

Mao Tongtong was a little surprised. Concubine De actually took a fancy to her paintings? There are no good paintings in the palace. Concubine De is so favored, I am afraid that there are many good paintings given by the emperor. It was the first time I had seen a charcoal drawing, so I thought it was strange.

"This painting can enter the eyes of the mother, and the slave is too late to be happy!" Mao Tongtong smiled, and motioned to Qingzhu to put away the painting and hand it over to the palace maid beside Concubine De.

"Then the palace is welcome." Concubine De smiled.

"The slave and maid should go back, so they won't bother the mother to enjoy the flowers." Mao Tongtong took the initiative to retire.

She is a little Gege, do you still expect to have tea and snacks with Concubine De next? Concubine De didn't take the initiative to drive people away, it was kind. She couldn't help but be amused.

"Then the palace will not keep you." Concubine De smiled.

Mao Tongtong took Qingzhu and blessed his body, and then withdrew from the pavilion.

"Niangniang, this Mao is the one who saved the eighth elder brother from falling into the water in Chengde." Mama Gui, who was beside Concubine De, said.

"Oh? It's her? Concubine De had also heard of it, looking at Mao Tongtong's back, and suddenly laughed again, "Looking petite, I didn't expect to be able to rescue people from the water." It's really unseemly. ”