The eighth master sent Mao Tongtong away, and his mood was refreshed. Thinking of Mao Tongtong's sad and aggrieved expression just now, the eighth master was like eating three ice bowls in one breath on dog days! Sure enough, happiness based on other people's pain is different.

"Chen Guo, change this tea." The eighth master said in a brisk tone.

"Yes." Chen Guo came in to serve.

Before dinner that day, Mao Tongtong began to be entangled.

The eighth master only said that he would serve in the evening, but he didn't say that he would serve him after dinner, or he would go over to serve after dinner.

If she goes at the wrong time, will she make this master remember it in her heart?

Seeing her walking back and forth in the tent, Qingzhu couldn't help but exclaim, "Gege, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Ah," Mao Tongtong stopped and said distressedly: "Yes, I'm thinking about a matter of life and death!"

Qingzhu's face changed slightly, and since he came back from the master's carriage, Gege has been talking about life and death. I don't know what the master said, and if he didn't say it when he asked Gege, he was really anxious!

"Forget it, die early and be born soon!" Mao Tongtong stomped his feet and made up his mind.

"Here, dress me up!" Mao Tongtong sat down in front of the mirror and said, "Dress me up beautifully today, and you can be a beautiful female ghost even if you die!"

"Gege, can you stop saying that? The slave and maid were so frightened when they heard this! Qingmei came in with water.

"Gege, are you going to the master?" Qingzhu asked.

Mao Tongtong nodded resignedly, and said, "What I said in the carriage today, let me go over and serve at night."

"That's a good thing!" Qingmei looked puzzled.

"yes, Gege." Qingzhu also echoed: "Didn't you come out this time to serve the master?" Why is it so distressing? ”

"Well, I don't know how to explain it." Mao Tongtong looked at the young face in the mirror with a bitter face, sighed again, and said, "Anyway, you can't live because of your own sin, so don't ask."

Even if Qingzhu and Qingmei are worried, they can't force Mao Tongtong to say, they can only serve her wholeheartedly and dress her up more beautifully according to Mao Tongtong's wishes.

Today's makeup uses a rare red rouge, and the eyebrows are thicker than usual, plus a cherry-red flag outfit, which actually shows a charm that is not available on weekdays.

"Not bad." Mao Tongtong nodded with satisfaction.

In the past few years since she came to the Qing Dynasty, she has been dressed in a fresh and beautiful style, and it is the first time to try this gorgeous style like today, but I didn't expect it to be very good-looking.

"Gege is so beautiful today." Qingzhu sighed heartily.

Qingmei said: "The master will definitely be stunned by Gege tonight!"

Mao Tongtong smiled, she was really stunned and let her go!

The eighth master has already started to pass the meal. Hearing that the little eunuch came to report that Mao Tongtong was coming, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. It seems that it is a long memory, and it is time to get it.

"Let her in." Eight Masters said.

"Yes." And the little eunuch went out to spread the word.

Mao Tongtong stood outside the tent and took a deep breath, and then walked in with Qingzhu and Qingmei.

"The slave has seen the master." As soon as Mao Tongtong entered, he bowed his head and blessed himself.

"Come and sit." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong got up and looked up, and saw that the eighth master looked stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Slaves and maids serve their masters and eat." Mao Tongtong did not sit, but stood beside the eighth master, picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table, and prepared to pick up vegetables for the eighth master.

"Dressed up nicely today." The eighth master praised it.

Mao Tongtong was stunned, a little surprised. She thought that if she came over tonight, the eighth master would continue to embarrass her.

"Sit down, there are minions to serve." The eighth master said again.

Mao Tongtong didn't insist, and sat down according to his words.

Because it is camping outside, the meal is naturally not as exquisite as in the palace, but there are also ten plates on the table. The two began to eat, and there was nothing to say for a while, and the only thing left in the tent was the sound of chewing and the clattering of dishes and chopsticks.

After finishing the meal for a while, when the minions withdrew their meals, the two of them gargled their mouths and wiped their hands and retreated, leaving Chen Guo, Qingzhu and Qingmei in the house to serve.

The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong with an uneasy expression, hid the smile in his eyes, and said, "Do you know how to play chess?"

"Yes, but not well." Mao Tongtong answered honestly.

The eighth master glanced at Chen Guo, and the latter went to prepare the chessboard and chess pieces.

"Who taught it?" The eighth master asked casually.

"Big brother." Mao Tongtong said.

"How many brothers and sisters are yours." The eighth master suddenly became interested and wanted to know about the situation at Mao Tongtong's family.

When Mao Tongtong sent it at that time, Mama Guo had a brief introduction. But it was only said that it was the daughter of the Yangzhou garrison, and the rest was not clear.

"Just the slave and the eldest brother." Mao Tongtong replied.

"Oh?" The eighth master was a little surprised, the two brothers and sisters were considered to be thin heirs.

"Your eldest brother is also a concubine?"

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong nodded, "The slave Ama didn't have a concubine. ”

After saying this, she regretted it. She is now a concubine herself, so why bother to emphasize this.

"It's rare." Eight Masters said. There are few people in officialdom who do not accept concubines. I don't look for it myself, but there are also those who deliver it to the door.

Although Mao Tongtong's Ama official position is not high, he also has a five-grade position. It is indeed rare to be able to only guard his wife.

"Master, chess is ready." Chen Guo came over at this time and said.

"Let's go, accompany my master for two rounds, and see how good you are." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong obediently followed the eighth master and sat on the chessboard.

Mao Mingxuan's chess skills are not bad, and he can also be ranked in Yangzhou City. It's a pity that Mao Tongtong thinks that playing chess is too brain-consuming, and he is reluctant to study it after only learning a few skins.

This will be against the eighth master, and it will really be abused in a few minutes.

"It seems that your eldest brother's chess skills are not very good." The eighth master chuckled.

"Brother slave is very good at chess!" Mao Tongtong immediately retorted: "It's the slave who didn't study seriously."

"Oh?" The eighth master glanced at Mao Tongtong, it seems that the brothers and sisters of the Mao family have a good relationship, and this look of trying to maintain it is eye-catching.

"The slave maid just said that it was not good." Mao Tongtong said depressedly.

When the chess power is not equal, both sides will play very painfully. used to be at home, even if Mao Mingxuan spoiled her, he would not easily play chess with her. It's too easy to win, Mao Tongtong is not happy; But if he wants to lose, he will have a hard time.

"I thought you were modest, but I didn't expect you to be so sincere." As he spoke, the eighth master got up and walked to the bookcase.

Mao Tongtong pursed his lips and hurriedly got up and followed.

"Sharpen the ink." Eight Masters said.

This Mao Tongtong is in the line. In the past, she loved to watch Mao Mingxuan write, and that kind of flowing posture made her envious when she saw it. At that time, Mao Mingxuan practiced calligraphy, and she was grinding ink on the side, and the brother and sister often stayed in the study for an hour or two.