"You're at ease." The eighth master said. But I was thinking about last night.

He was a little drunk last night, but he wasn't too drunk to wake up. Wang's appearance is, of course, deliberate. Combined with what Mao Tongtong said just now, it seems that it is not just deliberate.

"Isn't it true that if the master is not here, I will have to be sad alone?" Mao Tongtong asked rhetorically.

"Well, that's reasonable, so you got drunk?" The eighth master teased.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mao Tongtong's eyes, sure enough, he was a person who grew up in the palace, and his heart and eyes turned so fast. She was reminded that Wang was suspected of deliberately drinking. The eighth master actually analyzed it from her words.

"It's because I don't drink well." Mao Tongtong said. She didn't go down to talk about Wang. The eighth master has counted it in her heart, why should she do more.

It's just that the more she is like this, the more the eighth master thinks that she is simple-minded, but she has a better impression.

He's seen too many scheming people. Even he himself, not to mention the eight-sided exquisite, can never be said to be a simple person. Therefore, he didn't want to return to his own space and face a bunch of people who played with his eyes. Especially if the game is so clumsy, you can see it at once.

"If you don't drink well, drink less." Eight Masters said.

"Oh, got it." Mao Tongtong answered obediently.

"Can you practice calligraphy in the past two days?" The eighth master asked again, and did not mention yesterday's events again.

Mao Tongtong shook his head and said, "I'm embroidering a purse for a good master."

"Oh? Take a look. "The eighth master said.

Mao Tongtong took the half-embroidered purse in the morning and showed it to the eighth master.

"This color is so elegant, E-Niang must like it." A faint smile appeared on the eighth master's face.

"That is, the slave's vision is still very good." Mao Tongtong is really not modest at all.

The eighth master couldn't help but want to laugh, and said, "Another day, I want to meet someone with better skills than you, see if you can still be so confident."

"There are people outside the world, there is heaven outside the sky, of course there is something better than a slave! But this does not prevent the slave from believing in her own vision. "Mao Tongtong is very serious.

The eighth master shook his head with a smile and said, "Then you can embroider well." When the embroidery is finished, follow me to send it to Eniang. ”

"Slave, slave and maid too?" Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment. She's just a little Gege, what are you running for? Wouldn't it be nice to take it with the eighth master?

"Of course you will send the purse you embroidered." Eight Masters said. He knew where his mother was lacking in purses, but he just wanted to see Mao Tongtong.

"Oh, the slave will speed things up." Mao Tongtong responded, but she was a little worried.

Although she lived in Chuxiu Palace during the draft, she had no contact with a good master. It's really not a good feeling to be about to see my mother-in-law.

The two of them talked, and it was time for lunch. After lunch, the eighth master stayed in Mao Tongtong's house to rest.

In the Wang family house opposite, it became quiet after the eighth master entered Mao Tongtong's house.

Wang didn't expect to stab Mao Tongtong in the morning and be slapped in the face so quickly.

The eighth master, who could rest in her courtyard during the Mid-Autumn Festival, went to eat with Mao Tongtong at noon the next day. Who is more favored, anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Could it be that the eighth master was not satisfied with her performance last night? Wang Shi guessed in his heart. But if you are not satisfied, how can you come three times in a row? But if you are satisfied, why did you go directly to Mao's today?

Of course, Wang Shi was reluctant to admit in his heart that the eighth master used her as a substitute yesterday because Mao Tongtong slept first.

But then, the eighth master either rested alone in the front yard or in Mao Tongtong's house, and never went to Wang's again, so he explained the problem with facts.

A few days later, before Mao Tongtong's purse was embroidered, the eighth master came to her with a worried face.

"The good master is sick?" Mao Tongtong exclaimed: "Can you ask the doctor to see it?" It seems that the health of the concubine in history is not good. Otherwise, he would not have died early, which would have hit the eighth master.

"It's an old problem." The eighth master frowned and said: "E-niang coughs every autumn, and the doctor prescribes a prescription, and I haven't seen much improvement over the years."

"Then, do you need a slave to serve the sick?" Mao Tongtong asked. She is not a doctor and can't treat people, so the eighth master specially came to talk about this, and she shouldn't just come to complain.

"Hmm. Huang Ama sent an errand to the master, and he will go out of Beijing tomorrow, you go to Chuxiu Palace to serve the illness and help the master take good care of Eniang. "The eighth master said.

"Okay, the slave will take good care of the good master." Mao Tongtong hurriedly responded, and asked again: "Where are you going?" Will it be a long time? Why so suddenly? ”

"Go to Tianjin Wei, if it goes well, I'll be back in three or five days." The eighth master replied.

Mao Tongtong nodded, and didn't ask anything else.

Early in the morning of the second day, before dawn, Mao Tongtong got up.

The eighth master rested with her last night, and she was about to leave in a while, and she got up to see off the eighth master. Besides, if you agree to the eighth master to serve the sick, it's not good to sleep anymore.

Sending the eighth master away, Mao Tongtong took Qingzhu to Chuxiu Palace.

This is the first time she has entered the Chuxiu Palace after the draft. informed the little eunuch guarding the door at the gate of the palace, and waited for him to go in and report back to Concubine Hui, Mao Tongtong stepped into the palace gate of Chuxiu Palace.

I went to the main hall to see Concubine Hui first, and after a few words of greeting, Mao Tongtong was taken by the palace maid to the side hall where the Wei family lived.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Mao Tongtong heard the sound of Wei's cough coming from inside.

The palace maid who led the way and the palace maid who guarded the door explained their intentions, and waited for the palace maid who guarded the door to go in and report. After a while, the palace maid walked out and said with a smile: "Mao Gege, please come in."

Mao Tongtong thanked the palace maid who sent her, and then walked in.

Entering the Deli room, Mao Tongtong smelled a smell of Chinese medicine, and then saw the legendary concubine.

Even if she has a sick face, it is difficult to hide her beauty. She was coughing with a handkerchief over her mouth.

Mao Tongtong took two steps forward and said, "The slave maid Mao has seen a good master."

"Ahem, get up, ahem." Wei coughed a few times after saying only two words, and his face turned red.

The palace maid on the side patted her back with a sad face. Another palace maid poured warm water and sent it to Wei.

She took two sips of the palace maid's hand, and finally suppressed her cough, then looked up at Mao Tongtong and said, "Eighth Elder Brother asked you to come?" I don't have a shortage of people to serve, this kid just loves to worry. ”

The voice is really soft, Mao Tongtong thought in her heart, she speaks slowly and logically, and she feels like a very gentle person.

She was still a little nervous. After all, most beauties are arrogant. Although Concubine Liang is from a low background, she is the prince's mother, and her status is much higher than that of her little Gege.

This contact made her relax.

"The slave is honored to be filial to the master. He can also feel more at ease when he is on a business trip. Mao Tongtong said.