"You're writing a letter?" The eighth master asked with a smile.

Mao Tongtong said without raising his head: "It's just writing a letter!" ”

"It's like a running account." Eight Masters said.

"That's what makes it interesting!" Mao Tongtong disagreed.

"You wrote home the last time you wrote like that?" The eighth master asked again.

"That's right!" Mao Tongtong nodded, "The slave maid is so far away from home, write a few words dryly, what is the meaning of the slave's Ama and Eniang, it is better not to write it!" ”

"You're too trivial." Eight Masters said. I even wrote what I ate and drank, but I almost didn't write what time I got up and what time I went to bed every day, which was convenient for a few times.

"This is the slave's letter, does the master have an opinion?" Mao Tongtong finally couldn't help but glance at the eighth master.

"Okay, okay, I'll see it anyway." The eighth master couldn't help but smile and walked to the side, took the book and began to read it.

The room was quiet for a while, and only the sound of green bamboo grinding ink and the sound of the eighth master flipping the book were heard.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened, Qingmiao lit the candlestick in the house, and the eighth master realized that Mao Tongtong had not finished writing the letter.

"You're writing a strategy!" The eighth master closed the book and walked to Mao Tongtong's side again.

Looking at the thick bundle of letter paper on the bookcase that had been put aside by Mao Tongtong, and then seeing that she was still working hard to write, the eighth master really admired.

"The slave maid has been in the palace for so long, and she has written home once, of course she has a lot to say! There are for Amma, there are for Eniang, and there are for the eldest brother. ”

Speaking of Mao Mingxuan, Mao Tongtong suddenly paused. She forgot that Mao Mingxuan was going to participate in the imperial examination after the year, and now he must have entered Beijing.

Putting down the pen, from the stack of papers that had just been written, Mao Tongtong pulled out five pages, and crumpled them into a ball with some depression.

"What's wrong?" The eighth master asked.

I was still in high spirits just now, but I suddenly seemed to be sad.

"Brother slave should not be in Yangzhou now." Mao Tongtong smiled bitterly.

"Prepare for the exam at your uncle's house." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong nodded, "Well, it should be." Spring is coming in February, and the eldest brother must have entered Beijing. This letter was sent back to Yangzhou, and he couldn't see it. ”

"Then it's only for you Ama Eniang." Eight Masters said.

"Well, that's the end of the slave." Mao Tongtong folded the remaining nearly ten pages.

"You're really trustworthy." The eighth master smiled.

"Will the slave receive a reply?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Yes." The eighth master nodded. He can have people send letters, and of course he can bring them back.

Mao Tongtong looked at the smiling face of the eighth master, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

The eighth master was stunned by Mao Tongtong's sudden initiative. Seeing Mao Tongtong blushing and whispering, "Thank you, master." He laughed.

Mao Tongtong knew in her heart that this was all unruly. It's not that the eighth master spoils her, how can she have this treatment.

Soon, it's the New Year.

Palace banquets began to be held in the palace, various ceremonies were held, and lanterns were hung under the eaves. However, for a small Gege like Mao Tongtong, these bustles in the palace have nothing to do with them.

Because, with their identity, they can't make up any excitement, so they can only stay in the elder brother's office honestly.

The eighth master goes out early and returns late every day, except for being able to sleep with Mao Tongtong at night, he can't even come back for dinner.

This year, for Mao Tongtong, it is particularly lonely.

In previous years, in Yangzhou, the Chinese New Year was her happiest time. Not only do they have new clothes to wear and good food, but the key is that Amma doesn't have to run errands, and the family can get together for days.

At that time, Mao Chengyun would also take Chen, her and Mao Mingxuan to visit the temple fair and watch the lanterns. Not to mention how lively the family is.

Even last year at Uncle Chen's house, it was more lively than in the palace. Anyway, the family can get together for a New Year's dinner.

This is the first time since she came to the Qing Dynasty that she had a New Year's dinner alone on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Looking at the table full of dishes, she had no appetite at all.

It was said that when the New Year was full of meat, she was still thin. Even the newly made clothes, the waist is a little empty. They thought she was uncomfortable.

The eighth master is also very tired every day, so he didn't pay attention. After the tenth day of the first month, he was finally free, and the eighth master found that Mao Tongtong's face was not good.

"Isn't it sick? Let the Imperial Doctor take a look? "The eighth master said.

It is generally taboo in the palace to ask for a doctor during the New Year's Festival. So the eighth master was afraid that Mao Tongtong was also because of this reason, so he endured the discomfort of his body.

Mao Tongtong shook his head. She thought she was still quite cheerful. She can even adapt well to such a big thing as crossing over, what else can't get by.

Unexpectedly, a lonely year defeated her.

"It's okay, it's just a little homesick." She said sullenly.

The letter she sent home a few years ago has not received a reply, and she feels more and more sad.

"I heard that it has been snowing heavily in the south recently, and I'm afraid it's not easy to walk on the road, so the letter will be delayed." Eight Masters said.

"Well, the slave knows. Since the master promised the slave and maid, he will definitely be able to bring the letter back. Mao Tongtong said.

"There are lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the lord will take you out of the palace to have a look." Eight Masters said.

"Slave, slave maid can leave the palace?" Mao Tongtong stammered.

The eighth master laughed and said, "Of course." If you have a master to take you, you can. The Lantern Festival in the capital is very lively. When the time comes, see if it is better than your Yangzhou. ”

"Good!" Mao Tongtong responded happily, and the look on his face was different.

When he saw her, he was happy, and the eighth master said apologetically: "The master has been busy these days, and he hasn't been with you well." ”

"It's the slave and maid who are thinking nonsense, and it's none of the master's business." Mao Tongtong said.

The eighth master held her hand, pinched it and said, "Your time in the palace is too short, and you haven't given birth to a son and a half daughter." Ye is going to get married this year. The matter of asking for the sealing of the side of Fujin for you can only be postponed. ”

Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master in surprise, she didn't expect that the eighth master now had the intention of naming her as a side blessing.

If she has the identity of Fang Fujin, she will be able to accompany the eighth master to attend the palace banquet of the New Year's Festival.

"You're still taking the medicine that toned your body?" The eighth master asked, "Did the imperial doctor say when it would stop?" ”

"The doctor said that he would have to eat it for another three months." Mao Tongtong replied.

"It's been half a year since I've been conditioning, why do I have to eat it for another three months?" The eighth master frowned.

It is precisely because Mao Tongtong has been taking medicine that she is currently unable to conceive a child.

"The slave is much better now. I didn't feel anything anymore when I was a child. The medicine of the Taiyi is still very effective. Mao Tongtong said.

The disease takes time. Besides, she really doesn't want to be pregnant now, otherwise, when Chang Fujin enters the door, she will definitely be the first to be hated! Proper stabbing in the eyes of Fu Jin!