At the end of the song, the dance on the field also stopped. Everyone applauded, and Mao Tongtong also came back to his senses.

"What a good dance." She also applauded.

This kind of close-up viewing is different from what I used to watch on TV.

"Does Tongtong like to dance?" The eighth master asked sideways.

"Slaves and maids like to watch, but they don't." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

The eighth master also laughed and said, "It seems that the master has no chance to appreciate your dancing." ”

"There's really no chance for that. Slaves and maids belong to the limbs that are not coordinated! Mao Tongtong is not afraid of self-blackening at all.

"Really?" The corners of the eighth master's mouth hooked slightly, leaned over and pressed her ear and said, "Master sees that you are very coordinated in bed!" ”

Mao Tongtong blushed when she brushed it, and looked at the eighth master with wide eyes, thinking that she had auditory hallucinations!

This person, this person in public, actually teased her!

The eighth master was calm, and he picked up the wine glass and took a sip lightly as if he was nothing. It's just that the smile in her eyes still betrayed her.

Mao Tongtong woke up after a while, and subconsciously looked at both sides. Luckily, the light was dim, and no one noticed her hot face. The eighth master said it next to her ear, and no one should hear it.

"Ye is really bad!" Mao Tongtong gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words from between his teeth!

The eighth master sat next to her, and naturally heard it clearly.

"Passing the prize." The eighth master replied in a low voice.

Mao Tongtong is angry, this person is really shameless!

"Starling, don't patronize and talk to your sister-in-law, our brother hasn't drunk yet!" The ninth and tenth masters didn't know when they came over.

When Mao Tongtong heard this, her face turned even redder, and she hurriedly got up and saluted, and then silently bowed her head and pretended to be transparent.

Seeing her shy appearance, the eighth master couldn't help but smile: "Let's go, let's go toast together." As he spoke, he took the ninth and tenth masters away.

Mao Tongtong breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly touched his cheek, and it was really hot. In terms of thick skin, she is really not as good as the eighth master.

This will be that the eighth master is no longer by her side, and she has only then begun to look at the people present. After looking around, she realized that from the eldest brother to the tenth elder brother, no one took Gege to attend!

"Qingzhu, you can help me see if Chen Gege and Zhang Gege didn't come. Is it only my lord who brought me? Mao Tongtong said.

Qingzhu was stunned for a moment before he understood what Mao Tongtong meant, and replied, "Yes." The slave noticed it when she first came. Several masters brought Chang Fujin. The ninth and tenth masters have not yet married, but they did not bring Gege to attend. ”

Therefore, it can be seen that their father is really petted. Afraid that Gege would be bored alone, he specially brought her to the banquet.

"It's good, it's time to pull hatred for me again." Mao Tongtong said with a bitter face.

"Hate points?" Qingzhu was puzzled.

"I've already been eye-catching, and now it's even more eye-catching." Mao Tongtong said helplessly.

"It's a good thing that Lord Belle is petting! Besides, it wasn't out of the rules to come to this dinner today. Gege doesn't have to feel uncomfortable. Qingzhu comforted.

"Okay. Take things as they come. Mao Tongtong smiled. Even if she was blind, it would be too late for her to withdraw now.

Mao Tongtong noticed that the ladies also toasted each other, and even the ladies of the Mongolian princes came over to toast with the princes and princes.

And her desk is the loneliest. I probably know that she's just a Gege, and no one has come to get close to her.

Mao Tongtong was also happy, drinking mare's milk wine and eating grilled lamb chops with peace of mind.

Although the food on this grassland looks rough, it tastes good. In particular, the mutton tastes different from what you eat in Kyoto.

She was not used to drinking mare's milk wine at first, but she gradually tasted different tastes with grilled lamb chops.

"How does Mao Gege drink alone? I'll have two drinks with you! ”

As soon as Mao Tongtong looked up, he saw a Mongolian girl standing in front of him.

"You are?" She was a little confused. When the eighth master introduced her to the people present just now, she only cared about watching the song and dance, and she didn't take it to heart. Seeing the girl's dress, it looked like a Mongolian Gege.

"I, Amma, am Sunit Taiji. My name is Badama. The girl said.

"Hello, Princess Badama." Mao Tongtong hurriedly got up. She didn't understand why the Mongolian princess had come to drink with her.

"Badama means lotus flower in Mongolian, and they all call me Princess Lotus." The girl said.

"Hello Princess Lotus." Mao Tongtong hurriedly changed his words.

"Won't you ask me to sit down?" Badama is clearly a self-cooked.

"Ah, you sit." Mao Tongtong will still be in a state of confusion and has not come back to his senses.

"I heard that you are very favored by the eighth master." Badama Road.

"Uh," Mao Tongtong looked at the bright-looking girl speechlessly. How would she answer this? Admit yourself that you are favored?

"Seeing that the eighth master is willing to bring you a Gege, he should be very favored." Badama muttered to herself.

Mao Tongtong kept smiling, but didn't answer.

"What means did you use to make the eighth master like you?" Badama asked again.

"Princess Lotus, what the hell do you want to say?" Mao Tongtong finally couldn't help it. Could it be that this Lotus Princess has taken a fancy to the eighth master? Want to make a side blessing for the eighth master?

It seems that there are a lot of such bridges in Qingchuan! She met a live version today?

"I just want to know what kind of woman the prince of the Qing Dynasty likes." Badama was not a little shy, and said bluntly: "There are many people over there, I can't ask, so I'll ask you." ”

Mao Tongtong looked in the direction of her finger, and several Chang Fujin were sitting together talking.

"Do you have a crush on our grandfather?" Mao Tongtong simply asked clearly.

"Haha, you're jealous!" Badama clapped her hands and laughed.

Mao Tongtong's head is full of black lines, and anyone who listens to her question can't help but think so!

"I have taken a fancy to your prince of the Qing Dynasty!" Badama simply admitted it. It's just that this answer is kind of interesting. There are many princes present, but it's not just the eighth master.

"If you don't tell me who it is, how can I tell you what he likes?" Mao Tongtong said with a smile. She thought this Princess Lotus was a little interesting and decided to tease her.

Unexpectedly, Badama was quite vigilant, and immediately refused: "I won't tell you!" lest you slip the news. So, I'm just asking you, don't they like women who are too proactive? Prefer to be a little more reserved? Quieter? ”

"Not necessarily. Everyone's preferences are different. Mao Tongtong said. Looking at Badama's disappointed eyes, Mao Tongtong's heart softened for some reason, and said: "Changing yourself in order to please a man is easy to lose your original charm." I think the princess is beautiful and straightforward and cute, and she is also very likable. ”