Mao Tongtong jumped out of the eighth master's arms, walked to the bookcase and prepared to start drawing. But as soon as he turned around, he saw the smile in the eyes of the eighth master, and immediately stopped the movements in his hand and said, "The slave doesn't draw anymore." ”

"Huh? Why? Afraid of jokes? The eighth master asked.

"Not really." Mao Tongtong raised his chin and said a little arrogantly: "Painting is also about the state of mind." The slave will not be in the mood to draw anymore. ”

The eighth master raised his eyebrows, yo, do you dare to go back on your word today?

"I think you just can't draw well." The eighth master said: "My heart is empty." ”

"Master, don't use the agitation method. It doesn't work for slaves and maids. If you don't paint, you won't paint. Rest today. I'm in the mood another day, and I'll draw it for my lord. Mao Tongtong said.

A smile flashed in the eighth master's eyes, and the tone in which he said this was really not small. He wanted to see a painting, and it depended on her mood. What a rarity of their own paintings!

"I think you've been too idle lately, and it's time to practice this character." Eight Masters said.

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong suddenly had a bitter face, and said with a pout: "Can't you stop practicing?" "But I slandered in my heart, hum, you will only use this method to toss me! A big man, always scheming with a woman, with a small belly!

"If you are lazy with that handwriting, I'm afraid it will be restored again! Ye has already taken on a reputation for teaching you to practice calligraphy, but I don't want to be laughed at in the future. "The eighth master said.

Mao Tongtong saw that he couldn't escape, so he began to bargain: "Then, can't you practice less every day?" Now that it's getting colder and colder, can you only practice fifteen big characters a day? ”

"Ahem!" The eighth master faked a cough to hide his unbearable smile. He originally said that it was cold, so he only practiced ten big characters a day. I didn't expect Mao Tongtong's counter-offer skills to be too bad, and he actually said fifteen sheets, so don't blame him.

"Then you have to think about it." The eighth master still pretended to be unwilling.

"The slave knows that the master knows that he is distressed, and he will definitely agree, right?" Mao Tongtong smiled flatteringly in front of the eighth master.

What, it's a manly man who doesn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice. She's a little woman, so she doesn't care about that. How cold it is in winter, it will be really hard to write a few more big characters.

Seeing Mao Tongtong sticking over, smiling with crooked eyebrows and eyes, the corners of the eighth master's mouth finally couldn't help but hook up a smile.

"Ye is not so easy to coax. A few good words and want to send the master away? The eighth master still didn't let go.

"What do you want?" Mao Tongtong pouted.

The eighth master looked at her with a smile and said, "Do you want to do it yourself?" There must always be conditions that can be obtained before it can be exchanged. ”

Mao Tongtong rolled her eyes in her heart. She's a little bit of a guy who can trade something for her.

"Then, how about the slave embroider a new purse for the master and add socks?" Mao Tongtong thought to herself, that's all she can do.

Who knew that the eighth master said: "When the season changes, you should have embroidered a new one for the master." ”

Nima, oh! Mao Tongtong secretly clenched his fist. Why is this man's tone so sloppy! Co-authored, now she is used as an embroiderer, right?

"The slave and maid painted a portrait of the master. Guaranteed to be more like the painters in the palace! Mao Tongtong said again. She is also good at sketching. It's more realistic than the way it is now. This is why Concubine De thinks her paintings are beautiful. Appear more realistic.

The eighth master narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not attractive enough." If you want to look at yourself, just look in the mirror. ”

Mao Tongtong has already started grinding her teeth! Why is this man so difficult to serve! But she really doesn't know what to exchange?

The eighth master saw that her eyes were rolling drippingly, and she looked like she was thinking about it, and she couldn't help but smile in her heart. Why is he so cute, don't you even see that he is teasing her?

After a while, Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master, bit his lip a little tangled, and said, "Then, that slave can only, can only be paid by meat." ”

"Poof!" The eighth master squirted out a mouthful of tea, almost choking.

"If the master is still not satisfied, then the slave and maid have no choice." Mao Tongtong pouted.

"How dare you say it." The eighth master wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said.

Mao Tongtong was still a little embarrassed. After saying this, his face became thicker, and he said, "Is the master really not impressed?" ”

The eighth master saw her rare coquettishness, how could she not be moved, so he immediately hugged the person in his arms, lifted her chin and pecked her.

"It's going to be sultry!" The eighth master bit Mao Tongtong's ear and chuckled: "Then it depends on how you perform tonight?" ”

Mao Tongtong's body trembled, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck, and the roots of his ears turned red.

That night, the eighth master naturally rested in Mao Tongtong's room, and the two had a good fight on the bed.

Speaking of which, although the eighth master had two concubines earlier, he was not favored much. If you want to say how good the kung fu is in this bed, it really can't be said.

It can be said that in the past six months, he and Mao Tongtong have explored together, made progress together, and are on a par.

The two of them tossed until the middle of the night before stopping. Mao Tongtong was so tired that he hugged the waist of the eighth master and fell asleep directly. I didn't think to ask the eighth master, but I was satisfied.

When she woke up the next morning, it was already hour, and the eighth master had already left.

Only then did she remember that the matter of meat compensation she had said last night had not yet come to fruition, and she was immediately annoyed.

"Gege, the master said that he was going to the palace on an errand today, and he won't come back for dinner, so don't wait." Qingzhu waited for her to get up.

"Oh. Did you say anything else? Mao Tongtong asked.

"Well, I also said that let Gege insist on practicing calligraphy every day in the future, and type ten sheets a day." Qingzhu replied.

"Oh." Mao Tongtong nodded, and after a while came back to his senses, and said, "Ten? You heard it right. ”

"No! The master said it very clearly. Qingzhu affirmed.

"Looks like this body still has some value." Mao Tongtong glanced down at his body.

Qingzhu couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, Gege really dared to say anything.

However, for Mao Tongtong, it is already a pleasure that the eighth master can only let her write ten large characters on a piece of paper every day. People, if you want to be content and happy, she won't worry so much about the eighth master. Besides, she was also cool last night, so she didn't suffer a loss.

Well, I comforted myself so much, and I was in a better mood! Mao Tongtong hummed a little song happily.

In this palace, there have always been people who rejoice, and there who are sad.

Mao Tongtong was physically and mentally comfortable, but the other three women in the backyard of the eighth master couldn't be comfortable.

Wang's not to mention, he entered the house on the same day as Mao Tongtong, and he didn't even have a third of her.

The other two concubines were even more miserable, and it was almost rare to see the eighth master.

Seeing that Mao Tongtong has a tendency to be the sole favor, Wang is not the only one who is anxious. Concubine Liu couldn't sit still.

After only two grids, I sat on the cold bench, how will I live in the future? You have to think about it!