Wei was also looking at Mao Tongtong.

Dressed in a moon-white flag suit, with two small hairbrushes, and only a simple magnolia hairpin on his head, he looked very elegant.

"You are the one who followed the eighth elder brother to Chengde?" Wei asked.

"It's a slave." Mao Tongtong replied.

Wei Shi said with a puzzled face: "You kid looks petite, how can you save Eighth Elder Brother from the water?"

Uh, the smile on Mao Tongtong's face was a little embarrassing, how could she answer? Do you say that she used the power of the wilderness?

"Huh." She can only be shy.

Seeing that she didn't ask for credit, but looked a little helpless, Wei had a good impression.

"I'm an old problem, it's natural to live in ten days and a half months. I really don't need you to serve the sick. Wei said: "You can go back in a while." I heard the eighth elder brother say, you hurt your body after falling into the water, go back and raise it, don't be tired. ”

"That's not going to work." Mao Tongtong hurriedly said: "When the master left, he specially explained to the slave and maid. Besides, the slave maid has good body and bones, and she has been raised a long time ago. ”

"It's honest." Wei laughed.

"Hey, hey." Mao Tongtong smiled. She doesn't dare to perfunctory the eighth master, okay? But now it seems that the good master's first impression of her is still good.

"Then you can stay and talk to me." Wei said: "There are few people in my palace."

In a word, a little sadness was expressed. Mao Tongtong looked at this beauty, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.

"Does a good master like to read scripts? Or, the slave and maid read the book to the good master? Mao Tongtong proposed. In the end, it was the first time they met, and she really wanted to chat, and she didn't know what to say.

"Are you literate?" Wei was a little surprised.

"Hmm. The slave learned a little with her brother when she was at home, and it should have been no problem to read a word. Mao Tongtong said. At this time, she still knows how to be modest.

The palace maid who was waiting on the side asked at this time, "What does the master want to hear?"

Wei thought about it, but shook his head and smiled: "I can't think of what to listen to for a while." Feel free to do it. ”

The maid went out to find a script.

"Can you read, can you write?" Wei looked at Mao Tongtong and asked again.

"Well, the master is urging the slave to practice calligraphy." Mao Tongtong nodded.

"Oh? Eighth brother taught you to write? Wei's eyebrows were slightly raised, looking very interested.

"The slave is stupid, the writing is not good, and the master can't see it, so the slave and the maid practice more." Mao Tongtong lowered his eyes as he spoke, hiding a trace of depression in his eyes.

The smile in Wei's eyes was even stronger. His own son understands for himself. Don't look at the eighth elder brother's face is smiling at everyone, but there are few who really make him interested. It seems that this Mao family has fallen into the eyes of the eighth elder brother.

"Master, find a copy of "Marriage Robbery". The palace maid who had just gone out came in with a thin book in her hand.

Mao Tongtong was a little curious, I hadn't heard of this name. She thought it would be a more famous book like "The Legend of the West Chamber" or "The Legend of the White Snake".

"Then read this." Webster didn't even look at it. She just didn't want Mao Tongtong to sit here bored. And her own throat is uncomfortable, so she should not talk much.

Mao Tongtong took the notebook from the palace maid's hand, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a manuscript. She cleared her throat and began to read.

Wei listened quite seriously, but he coughed twice from time to time.

The palace maid who was waiting on the side poured a glass of water for Mao Tongtong and retreated to the side to serve.

Reading and reading, Mao Tongtong remembered many years ago, no, it should be said that it was in the modern days. Her father died young, and her mother had to support her and her younger brother and work a few jobs outside the home. At that time, she took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother. That's how she developed her storytelling skills.

It's been almost five years since she came to the Qing Dynasty, and I don't know how her mother and younger brother are doing now. They'll miss her from time to time, too.

"I haven't cried yet, but you're crying." Wei suddenly spoke and laughed.

Mao Tongtong was shocked to realize that she didn't know when she shed tears, so she quickly wiped it with her hand and said embarrassedly: "Slave, slave maid thinks this woman is quite pitiful."

The book is talking about the heroine waiting for her lover to return from the imperial examination, so that she can be hired by her parents. But she didn't want to, the lover didn't come, but her parents wanted to send her to a powerful family as a concubine.

This is also an old routine in romance books. In the past, Mao Tongtong could always find a bunch of illogical places after watching it, and then laughed himself half to death, and he would not be sad at all. Today is just a good way to hide the thoughts in her heart.

When Wei heard her say this, a smile appeared on his face, but the smile was a little sad.

"There is probably no one in this world who can control her own fate. You can only passively obey forever. ”

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment, Wei's sentence can be regarded as saying the commonality of all ancient women. No matter what kind of status a woman is, ordinary people's families, high-ranking officials and wealthy families, or royal families. Women's lives never belong to them.

"Ah, you go on, I'm just saying it casually." Wei also quickly came back to his senses. She thought of herself.

"Oh, good." Mao Tongtong took a sip of the teacup, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and refocused on the script.

After reading for about half an hour, Wei fell asleep against the bed, and Mao Tongtong stopped.

"The master has been coughing all night and barely sleeping." The palace maid whispered.

Mao Tongtong nodded, and said silently: "I'm guarding here, you all go and rest, I'll call you if there's something."

She just found out that there are not many people serving Wei, and several palace maids are all blue under their eyes, and they haven't rested well for about the past few days. Now let the palace maids change their rest, and they can better serve the concubines.

The palace maids didn't refuse, and two of them went out immediately, leaving two to guard the Wei family's house with Mao Tongtong.

I don't know if the medicine has an effect, Wei's sleep is quite peaceful, and he hasn't coughed for more than an hour. Mao Tongtong sat on the edge of the bed bored, and could only pass the time by reading the script.

It was until lunchtime, and Wei had not woken up. Mao Tongtong thought about it, but still called Wei a few times.

"Hmm, what time is it?" She asked confusedly.

"It's time for lunch, you might as well get up and go to bed with some work." Mao Tongtong said softly.

Wei Shi opened his eyes at this time, looked at her and said, "You have been sitting here?"

"The slave reads the script." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

Wei smiled slightly, and was about to sit up on the bed, but Mao Tongtong hurriedly helped her up and leaned on.

"I'll go back after lunch." Webster Road.

Mao Tongtong was about to speak, but Wei continued: "If you are afraid that Eighth Elder Brother will come back to talk about you, come and read the script to me every morning."