The eighth master will be dragged by the ninth master and the tenth master to drink together.

Since he came to Chengde for the summer, he was naturally not as busy as in Beijing, and it was normal for the brothers to take this opportunity to get together.

Dinner was placed in the courtyard of the tenth master.

Differential arrays, with unknown floral fragrances, rising at the beginning of tomorrow, the artistic conception is just right.

This drink is an hour. By the time it was over, the tenth master had already lost his eyes, and the ninth master was also shaking his body and not sitting very steadily. Only the eighth master, in addition to his blushing face, his eyes are clear.

"That's all for today, let's drink another day."

"Starling, go on!" The tenth master muttered.

The ninth master was still a little sober, nodded, and burped: "Well, listen to the starling." That's all for now. ”

The eighth master got up, asked the slave to help the tenth master into the house first, and asked the ninth master to go back, and then left with Chen Guo.

As soon as he got out of the courtyard, Chen Guo hurriedly took two steps and grabbed the eighth master's arm.

He knows how much the eighth master drinks. It's already overdose tonight. But the eighth master has good self-control. There is no trace of drunkenness in front of people.

Sure enough, as soon as the two of them stepped into the courtyard gate, the eighth master weakened his legs, and the whole person slid to the ground.

Chen Guo dragged it desperately, and hurriedly called the little eunuch guarding the door to help hold it.

"Go get some hot water." Chen Guo commanded.

The other little eunuch was busy, and Chen Guo helped the eighth master into the house.

By the time he finished washing the eighth master's clothes, Chen Guo was already sweating. And the eighth master lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Chen Guo shook his head secretly and asked Xiao Linzi to stay by the bedside, and then took the time to tidy himself up.

Mao Tongtong next door had already fallen asleep, so he didn't know what was going on here.

When she woke up the next day, she heard Qingzhu say that the eighth master was sick.

"Huh? What's going on? ”

"I said that I caught the wind after drinking last night, and I was a little cold."

"So weak can't help it?" Mao Tongtong frowned. Isn't it quite violent, how can you say that you are sick!

The corners of Qingzhu's mouth twitched, can you describe the master?

"Gege, you should go over and serve the sick." She reminded.

"Oh, yes." Mao Tongtong came back to his senses and said, "Then you hurry up and give me makeup." She still has this self-realization.

When she arrived at the eighth master's courtyard, she saw Chen Guo sending the imperial doctor out.

"Father-in-law Chen, how is the master's body?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"The imperial doctor has already prescribed medicine, saying that he will be fine after two days of rest." Chen Guo replied.

"Then will the master wake up? Do you need me to come in and serve? Mao Tongtong said.

"Master Mao, wait a minute, the slave will go in and report." Chen Guo said.

Mao Tongtong nodded and waited outside the house.

In the house, the eighth master rubbed his aching temples, his face was a little pale, and his spirit was not very good.

"Master, Mao Gege is waiting outside the house, do you want her to come in and serve the sick?" Chen Guotong reports.

"Let her go back, I want to be alone and quiet." Eight Masters said.

Chen Guo was stunned, he didn't expect the eighth master to refuse. After all, Mao Tongtong, as the only woman brought out by the eighth master this time, should serve when he was sick. He just came in and reported it because of the rules.

But the eighth master closed his eyes and didn't say more.

Chen Guo lowered his head and retreated.

"The master said that you don't need to be Gege to serve the sick, please go back first."

Mao Tongtong was also a little surprised, but she didn't ask much, only said, "Then I'll go back first." If the master needs it here, Grandpa Chen can come to me at any time. ”

"Yes, the minion made a note of it." Chen Guo said.

Mao Tongtong glanced at the closed door, turned around and took Qingzhu and Qingmei back to his yard.

"Gege, are you still practicing calligraphy today?" Qingmei asked.

"Well, let's practice." Mao Tongtong nodded. I'm afraid that the eighth master won't have the time to check her homework in the past two days. But she can't be lazy, lest this master remember it in the future and settle accounts later.

Qingzhu and Qingmei began to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Mao Tongtong's practice was half a morning, but the results were better than yesterday, and they were already half completed.

"Gege, why don't you go over to see the master again?" Qingzhu asked tentatively. Although the master said that there is no need to serve the sick, Gege should also take the initiative.

"Grandpa Chen didn't come, it means that he doesn't need me, so why bother to go?" Mao Tongtong said.

"Gege, should you go to the kitchen to stew some soup or something?" Qingmei also said.

What a good opportunity to be courteous when the master is sick. Gege is actually practicing calligraphy here, which is really sad.

"Qingmei, have you read too much of the script?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help laughing.

"Gege, the slave is for your own good!" Qingmei pouted.

"Well, I know what you want." Mao Tongtong smiled and said, "Not all people who are sick want someone to accompany them. Maybe the master just wants to be quiet? ”

"But Gege didn't try it, how do you know what the master thinks?" Ome Road.

"Didn't the master let Gonggong Chen pass the word?" Mao Tongtong said: "He gave the order, I naturally have to listen."

Qingzhu and Qingmei were blocked from talking, and they didn't know what to say.

The eighth master really doesn't need Mao Tongtong to serve him.

After taking the medicine of the Imperial Doctor, he fell asleep, and he didn't wake up. Only Chen Guo was guarding the room alone.

It wasn't until almost the hour of lunch that the eighth master woke up.

Chen Guo hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Is the master hungry?" The minion let the kitchen boil porridge, you can use some. ”

"Hmm." The eighth master nodded, and said, "Call the Mao family over."

"Yes, the minion will go." Chen Guo said.

Mao Tongtong has finished practicing calligraphy in the morning and is about to let people go to the meal. Seeing Chen Guo coming, she understood in her heart and asked directly, "But the master asked me to come over?"

"Yes, the master has just woken up from sleep, and let Gege go over to serve." Chen Guo said.

"Okay, I'll go over here." Mao Tongtong said.

Entering the eighth master's room, Mao Tongtong saw the eighth master leaning on the bed reading a book.

"Come and read to your master." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, took the book handed by the eighth master, asked where he saw it, and read it.

This is a military book, and Mao Tongtong has a hard time reading it. Although she already knows how to recognize traditional Chinese characters, some of the sentences are not quite accurate.

But the eighth master didn't say stop, and she could only read it hard. Stammered, didn't finish a page for a long time.

"Have you practiced calligraphy for the past two days?" The eighth master asked coldly.

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong nodded.

"I'll show it to you after lunch." Eight Masters said.

"Oh." Mao Tongtong glanced at him, saw that his expression was indifferent, and asked, "Do you still read books?"

"I don't read it." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong breathed a sigh of relief. Rather than reading the difficult military books, she would rather practice calligraphy.

closed the book and put it at the head of the eighth master's bed, and listened to the people around him: "If you can read it, you can't understand it, and you can be regarded as capable."