"Lord Belle stays." Prince An arched his hand.

Chen Guo sent him all the way to the gate of the mansion.

The eighth master didn't let anyone call Mao Tongtong, and asked people to receive the gift from Prince An's son to the treasury, and he took the book and read it.

When it was almost lunch, Mao Tongtong came back. She didn't ask Prince An when the prince left, and the eighth master didn't ask her why she came back so late. Both acted as if it hadn't happened.

After another two days, the eighth master's foot was swollen. You can walk slowly without being helped. The advice of the house doctor was to rest in bed for a while, but the eighth master decided to enter the palace and go to court.

Mao Tongtong persuaded a few words, but when he insisted, he didn't say anything more. Who knows what the eighth master has in mind? She doesn't understand the things in the court, a little woman. In that case, she moved back to her yard.

Standing on the court again, the eighth master has won the attention of many people. Even after Kangxi came, he deliberately asked a few words. The eighth master naturally thanked them one by one, saying that he was fine.

On this day, the eighth master went to Chuxiu Palace to ask Wei for peace. In fact, after standing for a whole day, his feet already hurt a little. But in front of Wei's, he couldn't bear to show half a point. It's just that he didn't know that the more he endured it like this, the more distressed Wei became. But for the sake of his filial piety, Wei didn't know. But he deliberately talked to him more so that he could sit a little longer and let his feet rest.

It's just that the long road from Chuxiu Palace to the palace gate can only be walked out by foot. The eighth master was still sweating, and even his underwear was wet.

Fortunately, the carriage was already waiting outside the palace gate, and as soon as it came out, it was possible to get on the carriage and rest.

"Belle, drink a glass of water." Chen Guo used to not follow the carriage to rest, but now he followed.

The eighth master drank a cup of tea in one go, took the handkerchief handed by Chen Guo and wiped his face, and then relieved himself.

Chen Guo knelt in the car, took off his shoes for the eighth master, and saw that the ankle that had been swollen had become larger again.

"Lord Belle, you might as well rest for two more days." Chen Guo said distressedly.

The eighth master leaned on the pillow with his eyes closed, and said, "Put it on, go back and let the house doctor take a look." ”

"Yes, Lord Belle." Chen Guo bowed his head and replied.

When he returned to the house, as soon as he entered the door, Chen Guo picked up the eighth master and prepared to go to Mao Tongtong's yard.

"Let's go to the front yard." The eighth master said.

Chen Guo paused, answered, and went to the front yard.

The eighth master didn't want to read Mao Tongtong for a while. She had advised him before not to panic and go to court. If this will see him come back with swollen feet after a day out, I am afraid that he will be chattering again.

The house doctor came to see the eighth master's feet, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but say, "Lord Belle should rest for a few more days." This repeats itself, and the recovery is slow. ”

The eighth master glanced at him and said lightly: "You can cure it." ”

The house doctor sighed helplessly in his heart, Lord Belle is telling him to shut up! It's just that as a doctor, when I see such a disobedient patient, I can't control my mouth.

After acupuncture and massage for a while, the eighth master suddenly felt much better.

"The minion will come again tomorrow morning to give a needle and massage to Lord Belle, it should be better soon." The doctor said.

The eighth master nodded, and the house doctor withdrew.

"Chen Guo." The eighth master said: "You go and tell the Mao family, the master is in the front yard today." ”

"Yes, the minion understood." Chen Guo responded. Lord Belle is planning to hide it from Mao Gege. It's really a pet, I'm afraid that Mao Gege will know and worry!

Mao Tongtong is indeed worried. When Chen Guo came, the first thing he said was about the feet of the eighth master.

"It didn't take long to come out of the Qianqing Palace today, and after Lord Beile came out of the Qianqing Palace, he went to the Chuxiu Palace, and sat in the palace for a while before leaving the palace. The feet are fine. Chen Guo replied. This is really nonsense with eyes open. But he is Lord Belle's minion, and he knows Lord Belle's intentions, so he naturally wants to help speak.

Mao Tongtong listened, the worried look on his face really improved a lot, and said, "Gonggong Chen still has to persuade Lord Beile to rest more." Let the doctor massage more. ”

"Yes, the minion made a note of it." Chen Guo said. But he didn't dare to tell the eighth master that he would call the house doctor as soon as he returned home.

Mao Tongtong didn't think that the eighth master would deliberately hide it from her. Hearing Chen Guo say that it was okay, he put his mind at ease and didn't ask any more questions.

The eighth master lived in the front yard for three days. Mao Tongtong felt that something was wrong.

Speaking of which, the eighth master's foot injury is not completely good, Kangxi will send him a lot of errands at once? As for living in the front yard every day! Do you even have a time to eat?

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, Mao Tongtong didn't wait for Chen Guo to come to pass the word that day, and directly waited in the front yard for the eighth master to return.

When she saw the eighth master who was carried in by Chen Guo, her face sank.

"The slave has seen Lord Belle." She was blessed with a blessed body, and her tone was obviously hard.

"Uh, you're here." The eighth master looked slightly embarrassed. Chen Guo also hurriedly bowed his head. He has been lying in front of Mao Tongtong in the past few days, and he has been under a lot of pressure. This will be considered to be pierced in person, and you can't help but sweat on your forehead.

"It seems that the slave should not have come today." Mao Tongtong said angrily.

"Look at what Tongtong said, if you come to see the master, the master is naturally happy." The eighth master smiled.

"Master, this smile is really reluctant." Mao Tongtong glanced at him, and said as he walked into the house: "Let's let the house doctor come and show the master quickly, my forehead is sweating." ”

The smile on the eighth master's face couldn't be hung up. Chen Guo hurriedly responded, and followed the eighth master into the house on his back.

After a while, the doctor came. Mao Tongtong didn't speak, just watched with a calm face.

Chen Guo wiped the sweat of the eighth master and stood with his hands hanging on the side, without saying a word.

The eighth master glanced at Mao Tongtong and didn't speak.

The atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

Naturally, the doctor felt it. After massaging the eighth master, he left without delay.

Chen Guo was also clever, put on the eighth master's socks, and ran away as soon as he slipped away.

"I'm much better." The eighth master said with a smile.

"The slave is not blind!" Mao Tongtong said coldly.

"It's just okay to slow down and get out of the way." The eighth master defended himself again.

"Anyway, it's not the slave who hurts, just be happy." Mao Tongtong still didn't have a good tone.

She's so angry! Is the court battle so important? Obviously, the feet are not good, but you have to succeed!

"Didn't you hide it from you because I was afraid that you would worry! Don't be angry. The eighth master smiled and coaxed.

"Master thinks the slave is so angry about this?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help but glared at the eighth master.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Ye knows it in his heart. It's just a few days late, so it's really out of the way. The eighth master wanted to reach out and pull Mao Tongtong's sleeve, but she stood far away, and the eighth master couldn't reach it on the bed for a while, so he could only get out of bed to reach it.

When Mao Tongtong saw him like this, he couldn't bear it, but his anger didn't disappear, so he simply raised his feet and left, "Since the master thinks it's okay, then the slave doesn't have to worry about it." ”