The way back to the capital was very smooth, and there were no accidents. Even the heavens are very beautiful, and it doesn't even rain. By the time we arrived in the capital, it was already late April, and the weather had become very warm.

entered the house, returned to his small courtyard, and walked in the bed that had been absent for almost two months, Mao Tongtong stretched comfortably.

"It's better to go home!" She sighed. Now, the Eight Masters Mansion is her home.

"Gege, the slave has already asked people to prepare hot water, let's take a bath first." Qingzhu said on the side.

Mao Tongtong said lazily: "Pull me, I don't want to move." ”

Qingzhu and Qingmiao couldn't help laughing, pulled her up from the bed together, and helped her to bathe behind the screen.

The wide bathtub was filled with hot water, Mao Tongtong took off her clothes and sat in, feeling the hot water flooding her skin, and couldn't help but moan comfortably.

The grassland is not as convenient as the water in the capital. In the past two months, she really hasn't had a good bath. Fortunately, the weather was cool, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stand it.

"Gege, is the water temperature still right?" Qingzhu asked.

"Hmm. Very good. Mao Tongtong squinted and said.

With Qingzhu and Qingmiao scrubbing and massaging her, Mao Tongtong fell asleep in a daze until she was woken up by Qingzhu.

"Gege, soaking for too long is not good for your skin."

"Well, let's get up." Mao Tongtong covered her mouth and yawned again.

This road is tiring, and this will be regarded as a relief.

"Is the master back?" Mao Tongtong asked casually.

The eighth master did not return to the house with her, but accompanied Kangxi's royal car into the palace.

"Not yet." Qingzhu replied.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost time."

"It's so late?" Mao Tongtong frowned slightly, and said, "The emperor just returned to the palace today, I'm afraid that he will have to rest early, and he shouldn't stay for dinner." Tell the kitchen to prepare dinner, and he should be back soon. ”

"Okay, slave and maid, let's go." Qingzhu put on Mao Tongtong's clothes, motioned for Qingmiao to come and take over, and went out to give instructions first.

After Mao Tongtong was dressed, when he lay on the soft couch and asked Qingmiao to wipe his hair, a little eunuch came outside to report that the eighth master had returned.

"Looks like I guessed right." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"Dinner should be almost ready according to Gege's instructions." Qingzhu Road.

"Okay, let's pass the meal." Mao Tongtong said: "Lord is tired for a day today, he must be hungry." ”

"Okay, slave and maid go and urge it." Qingzhu responded.

While he was talking, the eighth master came in, and sure enough, he was tired.

Mao Tongtong didn't get up, he was still lying down, and the green leaves and shallots outside hurriedly came in with hot water and waited for the eighth master to wipe his face. And the eighth master's clothes were taken out by Mao Tongtong a long time ago for Qingzhu, and Chen Guo waited for the eighth master to change his clothes.

"The slave has already asked the kitchen to prepare dinner, and it should be delivered when the master changes his clothes." Mao Tongtong said.

"That's right, I'm really hungry." Eight Masters said.

"Why is it so late?" Mao Tongtong asked casually. You must know that more than two hours have passed since Kangxi was sent into the palace.

"I went to Yuqing Palace." The eighth master rubbed his temples.

"Is there something wrong with the prince? I've just returned to the palace! Mao Tongtong was a little surprised.

"It's still an assassination." Eight Masters said. He had already changed his clothes at this time, so he walked over and sat on the edge of the soft couch, picked up a strand of long hairy hair and played with it.

The assassination has always been investigated by the eldest brother and the eighth master. However, due to the limited conditions on the grassland, this matter has not been investigated, and it is quite unresolved. Fortunately, Kangxi didn't ask any more questions, and it was shelved for a while.

I didn't know that when I returned to Beijing, Kangxi hadn't mentioned it yet, and the prince urged it. He is not called the eldest brother, but only asks the eighth master. In and out of the words, there are many blames, and I feel that the eighth master does not pay attention to it.

When Mao Tongtong heard that this was the case, he didn't ask. This matter is very tricky, and more than a month has passed, and it is not easy to investigate it again at all. It's good enough to know the general direction of the assassin, and it's not so easy to find out who is behind the scenes. There may be objects of speculation, but it is difficult to catch the evidence.

"I'm tired, let's rest early." Mao Tongtong said.

"Hmm." The eighth master didn't say much. When he returned home, he didn't want to talk about these bad things. Because the prince asked him to speak today, he didn't even have time to greet his mother.

Mao Tongtong's dinner was very light. These days, meat is mostly eaten on the grassland, but people miss the green vegetables very much.

Green cabbage porridge, cold salad shredded radish, cold black fungus, stir-fried rape and a few appetizing pickles, and steamed dumplings with shepherd's cabbage and eggs, it is a simple dinner.

I don't know if it's to satisfy the eighth master's appetite, or if he is really hungry. I drank three bowls of porridge in one go, ate two steamed dumplings, and most of the dishes, and then stopped chopsticks.

Mao Tongtong couldn't help but look at the eighth master twice, is this turning trouble into appetite?

"Do you want the slave to take a walk with your grandfather?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Well, let's go for a walk in the garden." The eighth master glanced at the Heavenly Dao outside.

At this time, the sunset has just been replaced by night, and you can still see a slight light, and there is a bit of warmth in the evening breeze. Mao Tongtong didn't bother to dress up, her long black hair was draped behind her head, and she accompanied the eighth master to the garden.

In April and May, when all kinds of flowers are in bloom, the garden is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing. A bright moon hangs in the sky overhead, adding a bit of interest to the night.

The two didn't speak, just walked one after the other. Mao Tongtong knew that the eighth master was thinking about things, and she didn't bother, she just thought that she was also coming to eat.

"The slave has seen Lord Belle."

Is there anyone in the garden? Mao Tongtong stopped and looked ahead. Such a familiar voice, it seems that I have heard it somewhere.

The eighth master also paused, looked at the woman in front of him, and said lightly: "Get up." ”

"Lord Shabel."

Mao Tongtong remembered this time, this voice was Wang's.

Yes, she is not the only woman in the backyard of the eighth master. Since she moved out of the palace, she lived in her own small courtyard, and ignored the other women in the backyard.

In fact, in addition to resting in the study in the front yard, the eighth master rested in her courtyard for the rest of the days. This time, she went out on patrol, and she was alone with the eighth master for nearly two months. Where do you remember that there are still others in this huge Baylor Mansion.

Wang didn't expect to meet the eighth master.

Now for her, there is no difference whether the eighth master is in the house or not. Anyway, she won't be able to see the eighth master. Therefore, when she heard the news of the eighth master's return to her home today, she didn't feel a trace of turmoil in her heart.

She is a person who is disgusted by the eighth master, even if she runs to the eighth master, I am afraid that she will not be looked at, so why bother to be bored?