"On the order of the master, I went to Chuxiu Palace to serve the sick, and the good master was sick." Mao Tongtong said lightly.

"Ah, the good master is sick, then I should accompany my sister. My sister's body is not thorough, so how can I let my sister work alone. Wang Shi smiled.

"The master didn't say to let my sister go, I don't dare to make my own decisions." Mao Tongtong lowered his eyes.

Wang's face changed slightly, and he smiled reluctantly: "What are you talking about, sister?" We are all the masters of the character, and it is within our duty to serve the good masters. ”

"Oh?" Mao Tongtong raised his eyes to look at Wang Shi and said, "In this way, when the master comes back, my sister will go and talk to him by herself, don't say that I took you there." ”

Wang didn't expect Mao Tongtong to say it so bluntly, and suddenly his face was a little uncomfortable. Rao is no matter how thick-skinned she is, it will not be easy to catch up again.

"The master feels sorry for his sister, and he can't bear to let you work, so you can rest in Brother's place." Mao Tongtong chuckled, ignored Wang, and left with Qingzhu.

"Hmph, what's there to be proud of!" Wang Shi took a sip, and his face became gloomy.

She thought that Mao Tongtong would take her to Chuxiu Palace for the sake of face, but she didn't want her to be salty.

"Don't be angry, if you don't go, you won't go, and it's not a good thing to serve the sick." Qiaoshuang comforted Wang's way.

Wang Shi glared at her and said, "What do you know!" ”

Qiaoshuang hurriedly silenced and lowered her head. Of course, she understands what it means to serve the sick. But the master didn't give orders, so he ran rashly, wanting to dislike the good master, so that it was self-defeating.

Wang returned to the house angrily, and Mao Tongtong read the script to Wei in Chuxiu Palace.

said that he was a sick person, and at most, he patted her on the back and fed her a glass of water when Wei's coughed. Mao Tongtong didn't do anything.

On the third day of her illness, she went to Chuxiu Palace with the purse for Wei, which made Wei very much appreciated.

"No wonder Eighth Brother has been carrying your embroidered purse, this craftsmanship is really good." Wei smiled slightly: "You deliberately studied it when you were at home, right?" ”

"Well, the slave and maid have worshipped the teacher." Mao Tongtong replied.

"What a clever child." Wei took the purse and looked at it for a while, and then asked the palace maid next to him to put it away.

"A good master can actually put some medicinal materials that are beneficial to the body in his purse and carry them with him, which can be good for the body." Mao Tongtong proposed.

"Well, that's a good idea. In the future, it will be wrapped in the lotus you embroidered. Wei laughed.

"Slaves don't know how to heal. But when I was a child, I had a serious illness, and when I got better, I kept herbs in my purse. Over the years, I rarely got sick. Mao Tongtong said. This is still the method given by Master Fangcun back then.

In fact, the imperial doctor in the palace may not know. But Wei's status is low, and every time he invites a doctor, he is a doctor with the lowest medical skills in the hospital. knew that she was not valued by Kangxi, so why was she willing to bother with this.

Mao Tongtong originally used his own example to make Wei more convinced of this method. Unexpectedly, Wei became interested in what happened when she was a child, and asked a lot of questions.

Hearing that she was saved by Master Fang Cun, Wei's eyes lit up.

"You've seen Master Fangcun."

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong nodded honestly and said, "I don't remember that time when I was a child." Those who will be so sick that they don't know are all what they heard from Eniang later. However, last year, when the slave maid lived at her uncle's house, she went to Guangji Temple to make incense and met Master Fangcun. ”

"Master Fang Cun is rare to see." There was some envy in Wei's eyes.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?" Mao Tongtong asked.

Wei nodded and said, "It's been many years." Smiling, she added: "In this palace, I'm afraid there are few people who don't believe in Buddhism." ”

"It's good to have faith." Mao Tongtong said with a smile: "I have something to rely on in my heart, no matter how difficult the situation is, I will not despair." ”

She used to be a non-believer. She often said that her fate was in her own hands. You can get what you want by your own efforts.

But in ancient times, she didn't dare to say such things again. After experiencing such a strange thing as crossing over, she no longer dares to say that there are no ghosts and gods in this world. And for women who are vulnerable, faith can sometimes give them the strength to live.

She doesn't actually believe in Buddhism now, but she still has a sense of reverence for the Buddha.

Wei nodded, thoughtful, and said, "What you said is good." ”

"The slave doesn't understand any big truth, but she thinks so." Mao Tongtong lowered her head a little shyly.

"If you want to live freely in this palace, you either understand people or you are confused. What I'm most afraid of is that I understand when I should be confused. Wei sighed.

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment, Wei was teaching her how to survive in the palace.

"The slave has written it down." She nodded earnestly.

The weather is gradually getting cooler, and it has been five days since the eighth master left Beijing, and Wei's illness has not improved, but there are signs of more seriousness.

"Shouldn't I change the doctor?" Mao Tongtong proposed. She always felt that the prescription was wrong.

"It's the same whether you change it or not." Wei coughed again, lay on the bed a little weakly and said, "It's an old problem, and it will slowly get better in ten days." ”

"Is this doctor the one who takes your pulse every year?" Mao Tongtong asked.

Wei nodded slightly.

"Has the recipe been changed?" Mao Tongtong asked again.

The palace maid on the side said, "I don't know." The slaves and maids were illiterate. ”

"Haven't you seen it?" Mao Tongtong was a little surprised. He is such a filial person, he should be very nervous about Wei's condition.

The palace ladies lowered their heads and did not speak. Wei Shi on the bed smiled and said, "He doesn't know how to treat medicine, and he doesn't know whether it's good or bad when he sees it." ”

"But didn't he let the Lord Banzai change to a doctor? It's too slow. Mao Tongtong said.

Wei said: "The illness is like a thread, and it is normal to slow down." ”

What she didn't say was that every year when she was sick, she was able to hide it from the eighth master. In the past, the eighth master was small and had heavy studies, so it was easy to fool the past. In the past two years, the eighth master has grown up, and it is not easy to fool her, but she also has words to come true.

She didn't want the eighth master to go to Kangxi for her business. I don't want the eighth master to disgust Kangxi because of her. It's just that the disease is getting better slowly, and it's not that it can't get better.

Seeing her say this, Mao Tongtong couldn't say anything, so she could only serve her and drink the medicine, and wait for her to fall asleep before returning to her brother's office.

On the way, Qingzhu asked: "Does Gege want to change the good master for the imperial doctor?" ”

Because Mao Tongtong has been frowning since he came out of Chuxiu Palace.

"Cough is not a particularly intractable disease. As long as the symptoms are right, the effect should be seen quickly. But you see the good master, not only did he not get better, but he also coughed more and more. If it drags on for another ten days and half a month, how can you survive. It must be the right medicine. Mao Tongtong said.