Mao Tongtong's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said calmly: "This kung fu is not something that ordinary people can practice. The master doesn't need to study it. When she was just about to go to bed, she was ready to break the jar.

"Another waste of good rice paper." The eighth master glanced at the ink-stained rice paper on the bookcase.

"It's so sleepy." Mao Tongtong said: "It's inefficient to barely write."

"Are you a weirdo?" The eighth master looked over.

"Don't dare." Mao Tongtong lowered his eyes.

"Huh!" The eighth master chuckled, "I've done everything, what else don't you dare." ”

Mao Tongtong stopped squeaking.

If she can endure it within her ability, she will definitely endure it. She has known the power of feudal imperial power.

It will still be in Yangzhou City, the first year of the crossing. I don't know which official in the capital is coming, but the main street in the city was under martial law early.

People want to see the excitement and hide in the shops or teahouses on both sides of the market.

She was clamoring to go, but Mao Mingxuan couldn't twist her, so he took her with him. At that time, she was eleven years old, and Mao Mingxuan was only thirteen years old.

When the great ruler came, he rode a horse. She still remembered that the horse was very tall, and the officer rode on it with great majesty.

The horse walked unhurriedly, and the official also saw the people on both sides of the market, and waved at everyone very kindly.

But a few days after the official came, Mao Chengyun's face was ugly when he came home one day.

Seeing this, Chen asked the brothers and sisters to go back to their yard early to rest.

But Mao Tongtong couldn't rest assured, so he pulled Mao Mingxuan to listen to the corner. Then I heard Mao Chengyun talk about some things that happened after the big official came to Yangzhou City.

She remembers the shock. It turns out that in feudal society, human life is really so low. The person who looks so kind is actually a person who regards life as a mustard!

This official is actually a member of the royal family, and it seems that he is a prince or something. It's just that because there was a dish in the dinner that was compatible with the tonic he drank on weekdays, he took the life of the cook who cooked that night!

You said that you came from other places, and people don't know what taboos you have on weekdays. If you don't eat the food, will you want people's lives? The reason, of course, is murder! But there is no conclusive evidence at all!

What's even more terrifying is that such a brutal act is understandable in the eyes of most people! That's the power that comes in!

At that time, she thought, she must not have anything to do with the royal people. Otherwise, I don't know how I died.

But the world is unpredictable, and the more you are afraid, the more things will find you. After the draft was left with a sign, she kept warning herself not to be impulsive and to be patient.

She doesn't believe that the female protagonist in the crossing, the casual temper can make the male protagonist tolerate and like! She didn't believe she had the golden finger.

Besides, she was also afraid that something would happen to her and cause Mao to carry them.

They were the only relatives she had on this plane. Since she came to the Qing Dynasty, they have always paid for her. Now she doesn't have a chance to repay, but at least she can't cause trouble for them.

That's why she repeatedly tolerated the tsundere eighth master.

But, everyone has a temper! Today, she felt that she couldn't help it, and finally had a small outburst.

However, she only showed a little sign and quickly stopped it, and she was scared in her heart.

Seeing that she didn't squeak, the eighth master looked like she was pleasing to the eye, as if the person who had just done something unruly was not her.

The two of them just stood in front of the bookcase, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

"Master, the ninth and tenth masters are here." A little eunuch came in outside the door to report.

"Let them in." Only then did the eighth master speak, leaving the bookcase and walking to the door.

Mao Tongtong felt that the invisible pressure just now had disappeared, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with starling? Doesn't it mean that you are unwell? The ninth master looked at the eighth master who greeted him at the door with some surprise.

"I've been much better after taking the medicine." The eighth master smiled and sat in the hall outside with the ninth and tenth masters.

Mao Tongtong came to his senses at this time, quickly put away his thoughts, and walked out quickly to salute the ninth and tenth masters.

"Go make tea." Eight Masters said.

"Yes, slave and maid will go." Mao Tongtong responded.

"Starling, weren't you drunk last night? Why are you still cold? The tenth master asked.

He woke up early this morning and went to Kangxi's meeting to find out that the eighth master was sick and didn't go. I was worried. But the matter is not over, and it is difficult for him to go. At noon, I was left to eat, so I put it off until now.

"The wind blew on the way back." What the eighth master said was an understatement.

"I see, it's all my brother's fault." The tenth master looked apologetic. He suggested it.

"It's also my own carelessness, and the tenth brother doesn't have to blame himself." The eighth master was busy.

Actually, it's because he drank too much last night. Not only was the wind blowing on the way back, but the quilt was lifted at night.

The evenings in Chengde are still very cool.

"Starling, take this opportunity to take care of your body for two more days." The Ninth Master spoke.

"But what's wrong?" The eighth master asked.

The ninth master obviously has something to say.

The tenth master looked at the two of them in confusion, with a look of incomprehension.

Mao Tongtong had already poured tea and brought it over at this time.

The eighth master waited for her to serve all the tea, and then said, "You go back and rest."

"Yes, the slave and maid are gone." Mao Tongtong's heart was full of joy. It's going to be early, so you can take a nap when you go back!

"Remember to finish today's homework." The eighth master added another sentence.

Mao Tongtong paused, and under the strange eyes of the ninth and tenth masters, he smiled at the eighth master, and said, "Yes, the slave must be completed."

When she left, the Ninth Master was about to speak, and the Tenth Master preemptively said, "Brother Starling, do you still assign homework to Gege?" What is it? ”

The curiosity on his face made the eighth master a little embarrassed.

"Get down to business! Where are you going! The ninth master blocked the tenth master's mouth with a word, and then said to the eighth master: "Eighth brother, today the prince raised that there were problems with the taxes everywhere last year, and I hope that Huang Ama can order an investigation."

The tenth master was very depressed. But he was still afraid of the ninth master's warning eyes. Although I was curious, I couldn't help but continue to ask.

When the eighth master heard the ninth master's words, his brows furrowed, "Last year's taxes? ”

"That's right! It's more than half of this year, and I don't know why I checked last year's taxes. The ninth master said: "I always feel that there is something wrong here." Didn't the starling stay in Yangzhou City for a period of time last year, and that would be the time for all localities to pay the taxes and silver at the beginning of the year. So, I don't think it's a good thing for starlings to get sick at this time. ”

"What about staying in Yangzhou? Tax starlings don't handle it again! The tenth master was puzzled.

The ninth master didn't bother to explain to him, and only looked at the eighth master.

"It's been a year, and I still can't hide." The eighth master suddenly laughed.