Chapter 200: The Great Rebellion

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong nodded. She is used to taking a nap every day. If you don't sleep one day, you always feel like something is missing.

Qingzhu was about to wait for her to rest, when there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Tongtong." Before the eighth master came in, he called first.

I don't know when the eighth master no longer calls her Mao, but Tongtong.

"Slave and maid, congratulations to Lord Belle!" Mao Tongtong hurriedly got out of bed, sucked his shoes, and got down.

"Is this just rising?" The eighth master smiled.

"The slave is getting ready to sleep!" Mao Tongtong said.

"What time is this, are you taking a nap? Or sleep late? The eighth master looked at her funny.

"Didn't the master want to have a banquet, the slave and the maid discussed things with Mama Guo, and even the afternoon nap was delayed." Mao Tongtong said coquettishly.

"It's been a hard work." The eighth master smiled and came over to put his arm around her shoulders, sat on the bed, and said, "I wanted to celebrate with you at night." Who knew that the fourth brother proposed to let me set up a banquet, and everyone joined in the fun, so I had to comply. ”

"It's a happy thing, and Lord Belle should drink with his brothers." Mao Tongtong said. It's just that I'm really happy for the eighth master, so I don't know how many people there are.

"Tomorrow night, Ye and Tongtong will celebrate together." Eight Masters said.

"Good. Slaves and maids are always waiting. Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, you still owe your grandfather a thank you gift." The eighth master said: "Now that the lord has sealed Baylor, should you still send a congratulatory gift?" In this way, you owe him two gifts. ”

"The thank you gift is something that the master didn't come up with himself, but it wasn't deliberately owed by the slave." Mao Tongtong reminded with a smile: "There are five days left to expire!" If you can't think of it, the slave will save a gift. ”

"I see you just want to be lazy!" The eighth master smiled and scratched Mao Tongtong's nose, and said, "The master is too lazy to think about it, let's weave a braid tassel for the master, it can be regarded as a thank you gift." ”

"Just want a braid?" Mao Tongtong didn't believe that the eighth master only needed such a simple gift.

The eighth master said: "You have been in the palace for so long, and you haven't made it up for the master." ”

Mao Tongtong grabbed the eighth master's braid, took it in his hand and looked at his current braid. I couldn't help but complain in my heart, sure enough, the royal people are very particular. A big man, comb a braid, and decorate it!

"That's probably going to be a few days coming." Mao Tongtong said: "The slave has never learned to braid tassels. ”

"Aren't you very good at embroidery? You can't make this up? The eighth master was a little surprised.

"No one says that they are good at embroidery, so they will make this! The slave doesn't know how to tie all kinds of knots under her purse! Mao Tongtong said.

"Then the purse you gave to your grandfather?" The eighth master raised his eyebrows.

"The knots below are all tied by the maid." Mao Tongtong didn't feel the slightest embarrassment.

The eighth master smiled, "Okay, then the master waits." The first braid you braided as a thank you gift for your lord, it's not bad to think about. ”

"What about congratulatory gifts? What do you want? Mao Tongtong asked.

"It's up to you to figure it out." The eighth master said: "Everything is what the master said, doesn't it seem that you are insincere?" ”

Mao Tongtong couldn't help but have a headache again. She's most afraid of thinking about gifts. Isn't it like that!

The eighth master resolutely didn't say anything. After a conversation with her, she went to the front yard. Seeing that the hour is not early, the brothers are coming one after another.

From the eldest brother to the tenth master, they all gathered in the courtyard of the eighth master.

"Thank you all for celebrating me today. I took out all the good wine I treasured, and today we won't get drunk or go home! The eighth master smiled and pointed to a row of wine altars on the table.

"Eighth brother, I didn't expect you to have so much good wine in your possession!" The eldest brother smiled: "I can't leave it for you today!" ”

"Haha, as long as the eldest brother can drink it all, the younger brother will definitely not feel distressed!" The eighth master smiled.

"Starling, there are so many of us! You should be worried about whether there is enough wine in these jars! The tenth master smiled.

He and Big Brother have the best amount of alcohol and love wine the most. In fact, the fifth master's alcohol consumption is also good, but after his temperament has become more dull in the past two years, the amount of alcohol has become smaller, and it is easy to get drunk. And the rest of the third, fourth and seventh masters, the amount of alcohol is average.

"If this is not enough, then you can only go to the fourth brother to rob! If I'm not mistaken, the fourth brother has a lot of good wine. "The eighth master said.

The fourth master smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about my wine, it's all in the hands of your fourth sister-in-law!" ”

"Fourth brother, if you don't dare to tell the fourth sister-in-law, I'll go! The fourth sister-in-law is good to me! The tenth master said unashamedly.

The ninth master looked at the tenth master who lit up when he said wine, slapped him on the back of the head, and said, "The fourth brother can't let the fourth sister-in-law loosen his mouth, just your face?" ”

The tenth master rubbed the back of his head aggrievedly and said, "Let's go, the fourth sister-in-law is not good at saving face." ”

At this time, the prince spoke: "Okay, let's start first." Smelling the aroma of the wine, I couldn't help it. ”

"Yes, yes, everyone's seated." Eight Masters said.

It's dark early in winter, and the lights are already lit in the house. After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere is lively. Everyone didn't control the amount today, and they drank a little indulgently.

When the time came, several people were drunk. Except for the fourth master, who is still sober, the others are already half drunk and half awake.

"It's getting late, let's disperse today." The fourth master spoke.

"Fourth brother, why are you always disappointed!" The tenth master muttered unhappily, "I'm getting drunk!" ”

"Tomorrow is not a rest." The fourth master said.

"The fourth brother is right, it's time to disperse. It was getting late, and everyone went back to rest early. The prince also spoke.

"Eighth brother, my brother envy you!" The third master drank too much, and at this time he was holding the arm of the eighth master, and he actually cried, "Why didn't Huang Ama forgive me?" I didn't mean to! ”

When he cried, the scene was embarrassing.

The eighth master had to comfort: "Third brother, how could Huang Ama not forgive you? It's you who thinks too much about it. ”

"I didn't think much of it!" The third master shouted: "Didn't I just stop the sword for him?" Isn't it human instinct to stay out of danger when it comes? I'm not as good as my fourth brother's martial arts, so it's normal to hide! Besides, there are so many guards on the side, can I block it with one more? I'm his son, he didn't think that my life is also my life? ”

That's a bit of a rebellion.

The fourth master frowned, pulled the third master away from the eighth master, and said lightly: "Third brother, you drank too much, I'll send you back." ”

For the rest of the people, most of them sobered up from the wine. Looking at the third master who was crying with tears and snot, there was something wrong in his heart.

The eldest brother silently picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of himself. The prince kept his face calm and said nothing. The fifth master subconsciously touched the scars on his face. And the Seventh Master subconsciously retracted the left foot that was born disabled.

The ninth and tenth masters were stunned and looked at the third master who was crying bitterly, speechless.