The tenth master was so choked that he couldn't speak, so he turned his head to look at the eighth master and said, "Starling! Look at what Brother Jiu said! ”

"Ninth brother!" The eighth master shouted in a low voice.

The ninth master pursed his mouth and said, "Originally." The Lotus Duke is not interested in the starling, why is he close to the sister-in-law. ”

It's no secret that Badama has been getting close to Mao Tongtong in the past two days.

The tenth master's face turned slightly pale, there was indeed some truth in this, and he couldn't refute it.

"Ninth brother, don't make fun of me." The eighth master smiled faintly and said, "She didn't come to find Mao's family, not to get close. ”

"Starling, look at it, I must be right." The Ninth Master said.

The eighth master shook his head and did not argue. When Princess Lotus looked at him, her eyes were not the slightest bit strange, and they were not tempted at all. As for his two younger brothers who have not yet decided on Fu Jin, it is very likely that Princess Lotus is the person who takes a fancy to her.

The tenth master will be a little depressed. He also knew that he was a little mediocre compared to these brothers. So although he was impressed by Badama's singing and dancing, he was also a little moved. But if he wants to say that he can be favored by Badama, he himself is not sure.

But knowing in my heart and being told by others are two completely different feelings. After listening to the words of the Ninth Master, he only felt that he had no hope at all.

"Why did the tenth brother drink alone?" The eighth master touched the wine glass with the tenth master's wine glass, and said, "The princess herself didn't say it clearly, how do you know that you have no hope?" Or you can just go to her and ask for clarification. ”

"Just ask, okay?" The Tenth Master hesitated.

"There's nothing wrong with being bold." The eighth master said: "Since you are excited, why don't you fight for it once?" If she doesn't like you, you'll die. What if so? Isn't it time for you to ask the Emperor Ama for a marriage? Three years after the province, the emperor Ama will choose Fujin for you again. ”

"Starling, Badama is a Mongolian!" The Ninth Master's eyes widened.

"So what?" The eighth master said: "The identity of the tenth brother is not low. ”

The ninth master was speechless. Manchurian people pay attention to the importance of the son by the mother, and then the mother is expensive by the son. Among the three of them, the tenth master's Eniang is the one with the highest status.

"What the starling said makes sense, I'm just going to ask, it's nothing!" The Tenth Master nodded as if he had made up his mind.

What they are talking about here is lively, and there is no movement at the rest of the tables, but only they know their own thoughts.

After Badama retreated, he returned to his tent, and the smile on his face was long gone.

"Princess, do you want the slave to rest for you?" Her valet asked.

Badama shook her head, looking a little lonely.

Today at the dinner, she had done her best. But that person didn't pay much attention to her.

Her makeup, clothes, singing and dancing today are all carefully prepared. Obviously, she has attracted the attention of many people, and even the emperor of the Qing Dynasty praised her. But the man didn't seem to change much from his expression.

Is she just so out of his eyes? Is she going to give up?

No! She is not reconciled! She hadn't even walked in front of him to say what she wanted, how could she give up?

Tomorrow, tomorrow she will go to him! If you can't succeed, you have to ask for the right words!

After thinking about it, Badama's expression became better, and she called the maid to serve her to freshen up, and she rested early.

The dinner lasted until three o'clock and ended at the end of the break. And the matter of which prince Badama has taken a fancy to has become the hottest topic at today's dinner.

The eighth master instructed the ninth master to send the slightly drunk tenth master back to the camp tent, and then went back. When I arrived at Mao Tongtong's camp, I found that she hadn't slept yet.

"You are here today in spirit." The eighth master smiled.

At this time in the past, Mao Tongtong had already gone to bed and lay down.

"I've been sleeping for a long time at noon, and I'm a little sleepy." Mao Tongtong said.

Qingzhu stepped forward to wait for the eighth master to change his clothes, while Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master on the soft couch, and then said, "Is there anything interesting at today's dinner?" ”

"Guess?" The eighth master said casually.

"Princess Lotus confessed?" Mao Tongtong asked. That's what she cares about the most.

The eighth master looked at her and said, "Did she tell you?" ”

Mao Tongtong shook her head and said, "The slave just gave her a suggestion." ”

"What is it?" The eighth master asked.

"The slave said that she could dance at the dinner party and see if her crush was pleased." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"It turned out to be your idea!" The eighth master said suddenly.

"Did she really dance?" Mao Tongtong's eyes widened.

"Hmm. I also sang. "The eighth master said.

"Versatile!" Mao Tongtong praised. Sure enough, the women of these ethnic minorities are all good at singing and dancing. Like her, she is a literary waste. Singing with incomplete pentatonic tones, dancing with uncoordinated limbs.

"It's very good, and I got the reward of Huang Ama." The eighth master smiled.

"Then who did she say?" Mao Tongtong asked.

The eighth master shook his head, "Huang Ama has already asked her if she wants to ask for marriage, but she hasn't agreed." ”

"Ah, that means that the person she likes is not interested in her. She must have observed it, and she was reluctant to force it. Mao Tongtong said regretfully.

The eighth master thought about the tenth master, who had drunk a few more cups, smiled and didn't answer. The affairs of men and women are never easy for outsiders to meddle in and help.

"The slave actually admires her courage." Mao Tongtong said. Because she herself is not such a proactive person. If it were her, she would probably just be silently watching, waiting for that person to see her one day, and she would never fight for it like Badama.

Although she had given Badama the idea, she herself was actually a giant in words and a dwarf in action.

"The people of the prairie have always been so straightforward." The eighth master said: "They don't like to beat around the bush, and their likes and dislikes are written on their faces." ”

"That's good!" Mao Tongtong said: "A simple-minded person like a slave maid is still suitable to make friends with such a person." ”

"You're not simple-minded, you're too lazy to use your brain!" The eighth master quipped.

Mao Tongtong smiled and didn't speak. It's not that she's too lazy to use her brain, she just thinks that some things aren't worth using her brain.

In Yangzhou, Mao Mingxuan got up early in the morning. Today, he wants to accompany his mother to Sanqing Temple to count his and Zhao Furong's birthdays.

After getting dressed, Chen also came out of the main courtyard. The mother and son set off after breakfast.

Today, Mao Mingxuan did not ride a horse, but sat in the carriage with Chen.

Sanqing Temple is not far from Yangzhou City, out of the city gate, walk for half an hour to arrive.

Mao Mingxuan helped Chen get out of the carriage, and saw that the entrance of Sanqing Temple was a little deserted, and there were not many people.

Chen Shi looked at it and said with a smile: "I came early, there are really few people, and I can ask more questions when I meet the master." ”