Thinking about Guo Luoluo, who had a relationship with each other during the draft, such an arrogant temperament, I'm afraid it's not a generous person!

The eighth master still doesn't understand a woman's heart. Let her get pregnant at this time, that is to make her have a hard time in the future!

"If you just want to feel like you're really getting better." Eight Masters said.

The imperial doctor who came to see Mao Tongtong was still the imperial doctor who showed Huang Ama, and his medical skills were very clever in the Tai Hospital.

With the eighth master's promise to go out of the palace to see the Lantern Festival, Mao Tongtong's mood finally improved after being depressed for several days.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, before the eighth master woke up, she got up.

"Master, wake up." Mao Tongtong pushed the eighth master.

"Huh?" The eighth master slept in a daze. Finally, he didn't have to go to court for the New Year, and he also wanted to sleep lazy.

"You said you were going to take the slave maid to see the lantern festival, get up quickly." Mao Tongtong pushed again.

The eighth master opened his eyes and glanced at her, then looked outside the house, and cried and laughed: "Are you too excited?" Watching the lanterns in broad daylight? ”

Well, Mao Tongtong was stupid all of a sudden. Well, she was so excited that she forgot that the Lantern Festival is all at night!

"Come, sleep with my grandfather again." The eighth master patted the quilt.

Mao Tongtong lay down again.

The eighth master closed his eyes again. Mao Tongtong didn't feel sleepy at all.

She was not only excited to see the lantern fair, but also because she could leave the palace.

Except for last year, she followed the eighth master to Chengde Summer Resort, and she never stepped out of this palace gate.

After thinking about it, Mao Tongtong finally pushed the eighth master again, "Master, even during the day, you can also take the slave and maid to go shopping." ”

The eighth master stretched out his hand and hugged her, and said without opening his eyes: "Who said that you should sleep well in winter?" ”

"Master, the slave can't sleep! Don't you wake up early on weekdays, so I'll accompany the slave and maid once today! Mao Tongtong lay on the eighth master's chest and coquettishly.

"It's the New Year, and there's no one on the street so early!" The eighth master's tone was full of helplessness.

"Then, then go to sleep, the slave gets up and passes the time by herself." Mao Tongtong said.

For some reason, she just couldn't lie in bed today.

The eighth master opened his eyes at this time, and seeing Mao Tongtong's spirit, he still compromised, "Okay, I will simply take you out of the palace for a day today." ”

"Ye is so good!" Mao Tongtong gave the eighth master a fragrant kiss without hesitation.

The eighth master smiled dotingly, so he didn't let her go so easily, reached out to hook her neck, leaned over and kissed Mao Tongtong's lips.

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong was defenseless for a while, and the whole person fell into the arms of the eighth master.

At the end of a long hot kiss, Mao Tongtong leaned weakly on the eighth master's chest and panted slightly, and said softly: "The master did it on purpose." ”

"It's still early, why don't you do a morning exercise with your master?" The corners of the eighth master's mouth were slightly hooked, and his voice was hoarse.

Mao Tongtong's face was crimson, his eyes were misty, and he was also emotional. Hearing the words of the eighth master, she pursed her lips, and did not say anything if she refused.

The eighth master smiled lightly, turned over and pressed her under him.

When the two of them finished exercising, the sunlight outside the window shone on the bed.

"Get up, it's getting late." The eighth master patted Mao Tongtong, who was still nested in the quilt, and said.

"It's all blame, the slave will have no strength." Mao Tongtong glanced at the eighth master with disgust.

"It's the master who helps." The eighth master smiled.

"Anyway, the slave won't be able to get up, so she has to rest for half an hour." Mao Tongtong lay on the bed and pretended to be dead.

She couldn't understand why the eighth master was energetic every time, but she had a sore back and weak legs.

"Then you lie down, Ye first get up and fight a set of boxing." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong nodded, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Half an hour later, Qingzhu called Mao Tongtong up. The eighth master had already returned from boxing at this time and was freshening up.

"Are you feeling better?" The eighth master asked.

"yes, alright." Mao Tongtong nodded. Fortunately, the eighth master only came once this morning, otherwise, she would not even be able to get out of bed.

When the two of them packed up, had breakfast, and went out of the palace gate, it was already time.

The streets were a lot quieter than usual. Many shops are closed and not open.

"Let's just say there's nothing to do during the day." Eight Masters said.

"Why aren't these shops open? Even if you go to relatives, you should have the time to go shopping. Mao Tongtong wondered.

Aside the modern era, the mall is open for business on the Chinese New Year's Eve!

She also found out when she was in Yangzhou. When it comes to the Chinese New Year, the streets are deserted. It seems that everyone is nested at home, or they are visiting relatives.

"The owner of the shop has to rest for the rest of the year." The eighth master said: "Some bosses are not from the capital. Naturally, the Chinese New Year is going home. ”

"That's right." Mao Tongtong nodded.

The two walked in a carriage for a while before they saw a teahouse with an open door.

"Let's go, go sit down." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong naturally followed the eighth master.

Although there are not many people in the teahouse, there is still a storyteller who is telling stories.

The eighth master chose a location in the private room on the second floor, ordered a pot of tea, and sat down with Mao Tongtong.

Mr. Storyteller is talking about "Water Margin". Mao Tongtong listened to the meeting and found that this storyteller spoke quite wonderfully.

The eighth master didn't speak, drank tea, and seemed to be listening very seriously.

After a while, after the storyteller finished speaking, there was sparse applause downstairs, and Mao Tongtong withdrew his gaze.

"Master, the slave wants to give the storyteller a few taels of silver." Mao Tongtong said: "It's not easy to make money outside during the Chinese New Year. ”

The eighth master nodded and agreed.

Mao Tongtong gestured to Qingzhu and asked her to go downstairs to reward.

When Qingzhu went out, Mao Tongtong found that only she and the eighth master were left in the private room. Chen Guo, the big eunuch beside the eighth master, didn't know when he went out.

But it was the eighth master's minion, and she didn't care about her whereabouts, so she didn't care.

After a while, Qingzhu returned.

"The storyteller was grateful. He was supposed to come in person, but was politely rejected by the slave maid. ”

"Will he talk about it later?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Say." Qingzhu said: "The slave maid just asked, and he said that he would talk about it later." Otherwise, the throat can't stand it. ”

"Master, let's listen to it for a while before we leave." Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master. There is nothing to do today, there is nothing to do on the street, and it is also a good choice to listen to books.

"Okay. After listening to another paragraph, let's just find a restaurant to have lunch. The eighth master nodded.

Mao Tongtong felt that today's eighth master seemed to be very talkative. Thinking that he was about to make up for not being able to accompany her well in the past few days, my heart was warm.

After drinking a cup of tea and knocking melon seeds, the storyteller downstairs came out.

Mao Tongtong was looking intently when he heard a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

There are few people today, and the only customers on the second floor are her and the eighth master. All the things they ordered are on board, and Xiao Er shouldn't come. Mao Tongtong remembered the missing Chen Guo, so he looked at the stairs.