Chapter 139: Let Qingmei come
Aomei's heart was pounding. The heat from the tub made her head a little dizzy. The eighth master was in front of her, and it seemed that she could still smell the unique breath on his body. This is the most time that the eighth master has spoken to her since she served Mao Tongtong.
"Huh!" There was a chuckle from the eighth master in his ears.
Qingmei's breath was stagnant, and she felt that her heartbeat had stopped. The vague sounds I heard during the vigil came to mind. I just felt that my face was so hot that it was about to burn.
The door creaked open, Qingmei came back to her senses from her fantasy, and hurriedly looked up, and saw that the eighth master had already walked outside the house.
She was stunned for a moment, her eyes a little dazed. It didn't seem quite what she had imagined.
Chen Guo had been guarding outside the house, and when he saw the eighth master coming out, he hurriedly followed.
"At night you keep vigil, don't let others disturb you." The eighth master left a sentence and entered the back room.
Chen Guo paused, subconsciously looked at Qingmei who was following behind him, his heart was clear, and he turned around and prepared to close the door.
"Grandpa Chen." Qingmei hurriedly spoke, and put her hand on the door that was about to close.
"The master commands that no one should be disturbed." Chen Guo glanced at her meaningfully.
Qingmei opened her mouth and quickly understood the meaning of the words. Facing Chen Guo's gaze, his face turned pale with a brush.
Chen Guo stopped looking at her and closed the door from the inside.
"Boom!" A thunderclap suddenly sounded, and Qingmei's body also shook.
At this time, a chill rose from her heart.
A palace maid who can successfully climb to the master's bed may have a good future, but a loser will never end much better! Although she didn't make any substantive moves from beginning to end, listening to the words that the master had specially ordered just now, she must have sensed her intentions!
She regretted it! I really regret it! Why is it so hot-headed that you have such a mind?
Before she came to serve Mao Tongtong, she was just a second-class palace maid. Now, she is a first-class palace maid by Mao Tongtong's side. And with the eighth master's favor for Mao Tongtong, maybe she can be promoted to a side Fujin in the future, so she, a first-class palace maid, will be more decent.
Not to mention this, at least the monthly amount of silver is much more than before.
But now, her ending is a little better, she was returned to the Internal Affairs Office, and she was almost afraid that she would be sent to the Criminal Division.
"Sister Qingmei, are you frozen?" A voice interrupted Aomei's thoughts. It turned out to be green seedlings.
Mao Tongtong was not here today, and the eighth master didn't let them serve, so Qingmiao and Qingli were also rare and leisurely, so they thought about asking Qingmei to play leaf cards together. As soon as Qingmiao came out, he found that Qingmei's situation was not right, and she stood in front of Mao Tongtong's house with a white face and was stunned.
"Ahh No. Qingmei hurriedly shook her head.
"But I don't think your face is very good." Qingmiao said worriedly: "Let's go, go back to the house and have a cup of hot tea." Sister, don't get frostbitten, you still have to serve Gege! ”
Hearing that she was serving Mao Tongtong, Qingmei's face stiffened again. When Mao Tongtong comes back tomorrow, she doesn't know where she will be sent, and she won't have a chance to serve anymore.
But she couldn't say that to anyone. If they let Qingmiao know, I'm afraid they will look down on her! Is this just the death of what Gege said?
Qingmiao saw that her face was getting more and more wrong, and she was even more sure that she was frozen, so she hurriedly hugged her back to the house.
This night, Qingmei was tossing and turning. The eighth master slept very deeply in Mao Tongtong's bed. And in Chuxiu Palace, Mao Tongtong was patting Wei's back.
This season, it's not yet time to burn the earth dragon, but at night, it's still quite cold in the palace.
The weather suddenly changed, and Wei's couldn't stand it, and his cough became more and more severe.
It took a while for Wei to stop, leaning against the bed and panting weakly.
"Drink some warm water." Mao Tongtong took the cup handed over by Qingzhu.
Wei nodded slightly, and drank a small half cup with Mao Tongtong's hand before relieving his breath.
"I'm tired of you today." Weishi was a little apologetic and a little moved.
After entering this deep palace, she has not received the sincere attention of someone other than the eighth master for a long time.
In such weather, the eighth master has just returned, but Mao Tongtong is willing to serve her, this heart is really rare.
"Good master, don't say this. Slaves and maidservants should serve you. Mao Tongtong said.
"You go and sleep for a while, it's already the middle of the night, don't stay up." Webster Road.
"You go to sleep first, the slave is fine." Mao Tongtong smiled slightly.
Staying up late is still something I did when I worked a few jobs in my previous life. In the past few years in the Qing Dynasty, I have been pampered, and it is really the first time I have stayed up late. But she was about young, and she didn't find it too difficult.
Seeing that she insisted, Wei didn't persuade again, he lay down first and closed his eyes. She also knew that if she didn't sleep steadily, this girl was afraid that she wouldn't go to rest.
After a night of violent rain and rain, it was clear in the morning. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and the morning glow dyed the sky orange, giving it a different kind of beauty.
Mao Tongtong stretched his waist and moved a little more, and then he felt that his stiff body after sitting all night felt better.
Wei slept relatively peacefully in the second half of the night, but Mao Tongtong couldn't sleep because he was the sleepiest moment.
"I'll go back to the palace first, the good master will have to worry about you here." Mao Tongtong saw that Wei didn't mean to wake up for a while, so he prepared to go back to Brother's office.
"Gege, go back and rest, I worked hard last night." The palace maid who served the Wei family.
No wonder Eighth Brother is different from this Mao Gege. Just look at people's hearts for their masters, and the eighth elder brother will not be treated badly.
Out of Chuxiu Palace, Mao Tongtong was illuminated by the dazzling sun, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, and his body shook a little.
"Gege, are you alright?" Qingzhu hurriedly helped her and asked worriedly.
Mao Tongtong stabilized his figure, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just that my eyes were shaken by the sun." ”
"Gege went back to have breakfast, and got a good night's sleep first." Qingzhu said distressedly.
"Hmm." Mao Tongtong nodded.
When the master and servant returned to the elder brother's office, they were surprised to find that the eighth master was actually sitting in the house with breakfast.
"Coming back? How was E-Niang last night? ”
Before Mao Tongtong could speak, the eighth master had already spoken first.
Mao Tongtong blessed his body and replied: "The good master coughed more severely in the first half of last night, and he slept soundly in the second half of the night. The slave saw that she would sleep peacefully, so she came back first. ”
The eighth master nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, come and have breakfast together." ”
Mao Tongtong shook his head and said, "The slave has no appetite, I want to sleep first." ”
"You haven't slept all night, use a little bit so as not to hurt your stomach." The eighth master beckoned to her and said, "Come and sit, drink some porridge and go to sleep." ”
Mao Tongtong also knew that the eighth master was for her good, so she went over and sat down next to the eighth master. Qingzhu on the side hurriedly filled her with a bowl of porridge and put it in front of her.
"You go and rest, let Qingmei come." Mao Tongtong said. She didn't sleep all night, and Qingzhu naturally didn't sleep either.