"Gege, hot water is ready." Outside the house, the green onion came in.

Mao Tongtong glanced at the eighth master and said, "Do you want to rest?" If you don't sleep first, I'm afraid the slave will have to wait a while. ”

Who knew that the eighth master got up and said, "The master happens to bathe together." ”

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment, mandarin duck bath? She suddenly remembered the bad experience she had had before. Is this master going to try again?

When the eighth master saw her staring at him, he asked, "What's wrong?" Don't want to wait for the master to bathe? ”

"No, no, no, willing, willing." Mao Tongtong hurriedly responded, and after speaking, he found that he answered too eagerly, which was easy to misunderstand, and he immediately blushed again.

The eighth master chuckled lightly and walked away first.

Mao Tongtong stuck out his tongue and hurriedly followed.

After staying in Chengde for more than two months, although I have done more skin-to-skin blind dates, I still feel shy and embarrassed when I let Mao Tongtong look at the eighth master's naked body in broad daylight.

When the eighth master arrived at the old god, he soaked in the bathtub unhurriedly, and said, "You can also take it off." ”

"Hehe, slave maid, slave maid will wait for the master to bathe first." Mao Tongtong sneered.

"Shy?" The eighth master glanced at her.

Mao Tongtong hurriedly said: "No, the bath bucket is small, and it is uncomfortable for both of them to nest in it." ”

The eighth master glanced at the bath bucket, although it was not too big, but there was no problem at all for sitting two people.

"This excuse doesn't hold up, think of another one." The eighth master smiled and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong's face became more and more embarrassed, and the smile on his face couldn't be maintained, he rubbed his hands, and said stubbornly: "All, they are all soaked together, and it is inconvenient for slaves and maids to serve the master." ”

"Oh? How do you think it's more convenient! The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong and didn't mean to let her go.

Mao Tongtong rolled her eyes in her heart, is this master sure that the two of them mean the same thing?

"Come here, my patience is limited." The eighth master frowned slightly.

Mao Tongtong heard a trace of impatience in his tone, and he didn't dare to insist, so he reluctantly took off his clothes and soaked in the bathtub.

As soon as I entered, I saw that the eighth master turned around and lay on the bath bucket, "Rub your back." He said lazily.

"Yes." Mao Tongtong resigned herself to her fate, picked up the handkerchief and rubbed the back of the eighth master.

"With your hands." The eighth master spoke again.

"That's a lot of!" Mao Tongtong muttered in a low voice and slapped his fist behind the back of the eighth master.

The eighth master's ears moved, and he squinted and didn't say a word.

After a while, Mao Tongtong's forehead began to sweat. Although it will be autumn, the temperature is already high in the steaming bath tub, and she is still doing physical work, isn't it hot?

"Master, it's all red." Mao Tongtong whispered. Her hands were sore.

"Well, and arms." The eighth master's posture did not move.

Mao Tongtong bared his teeth, raised the eighth master's arm with one hand, and began to rub it with the other.

"Huh?" Feeling a piece of uneven skin under her hand, she showed a puzzled look, and looked at the eighth master's left arm, "Master, has you been injured?" She asked.

"Hmm." The eighth master answered.

"Wounded on the battlefield last year?" Mao Tongtong asked and touched it. A slender one, as if it had been scratched by something.

The eighth master turned his head to look at her and said, "Do you know that the master went to the battlefield last year?" ”

"The slave was in the capital last year!" Mao Tongtong said: "That day, the slave maid still went to the street to see the army entering the city!" ”

"See?" The eighth master's eyes showed some interest.

"Nope!" Mao Tongtong pouted.

"Aren't you on the streets?" The eighth master was surprised.

Mao Tongtong looked embarrassed, and he didn't want to recall.

"Missed?" The eighth master asked again.

Mao Tongtong saw his awe-inspiring look, and simply said, "Say it again!" On a hot day, not only did I not see anything, but I also fell, which was really unlucky! ”

"Poof!" The eighth master was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

"Ye is still laughing!" Mao Tongtong glared at the eighth master depressedly.

"It seems that joining in the fun is also a technical job." The eighth master couldn't help but laugh.

Mao Tongtong was also very upset. That day, I thought I could look down on the rich and handsome, but I didn't say anything about it, and I was ridiculed by Chen Ruyu, I really don't want to remember the pain!

"Master, what kind of injury is this?" Mao Tongtong diverted the topic, "It's not like a knife wound." ”

"The arrow struck." The eighth master said casually.

He said it lightly, but Mao Tongtong knew that it was not so simple. On the battlefield, you are all dead and alive, and when the eighth master is injured, he doesn't know how dangerous it is!

"Was you scared at the time?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Afraid?" The eighth master smiled and said, "At that time, where could I care if I was afraid or not, I was already red-eyed." ”

Mao Tongtong was distressed when she heard it. Speaking of which, he is just a teenager, but he has already experienced the baptism of war and experienced life and death. The noble prince is sometimes not as happy as the children of a well-off family.

"Will you go to the battlefield in the future?" Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master.

"It depends on the will of the Emperor." The eighth master said: "Of course, if the world is peaceful, naturally there is no need to go to the battlefield." ”

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had asked a stupid question. Where is the eighth master who can make his own decisions, everything does not have to be arranged by Kangxi.

Thinking of the tragic fate of the eighth master in history, Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master with a smile on his face in front of him, and felt an indescribable uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Although she was forced to marry him, although she has not fallen in love with this man so far. But they have had the most intimate contact and are the ones they are destined to spend together in this life.

Is she supposed to do something to change the man's fate? Does she, the soul that has traveled through time, have the wings of a butterfly?

"What's wrong?" The eighth master was suddenly stunned when he saw her, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wave it in front of her, saying, "Scared?" Master's mounted archery is still good, and it is enough to protect himself on the battlefield. ”

Mao Tongtong came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly, but he seemed a little absent-minded.

"Worried about you?" The eighth master smiled and took her into his arms.

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong replied softly. At this moment, she found that this man carried more weight in her heart than she had imagined.

"It's fine. Although the battlefield is terrifying, a prince like Ye is protected by someone when he goes to the battlefield, and he is not so easy to die. The eighth master comforted her.

"Don't let Ye say this word!" Mao Tongtong subconsciously covered the eighth master's mouth.

When she used to watch TV, she often laughed at the heroine's behavior in the play. How naïve, as if you can take back what you said by covering it. Now, she herself has done such a stupid action. It turns out that when you are really worried about a person, you are very afraid of hearing such bad words.

The eighth master held her hand, the smile on his face was even worse, and he said softly: "Okay, don't say it, don't say it in the future." ”