"Ye Ke said it so smoothly, as if he had done it before." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"Isn't that what you've done?" The eighth master said: "It's not a difficult thing to talk to your son." ”

"Don't you think it's strange? Resting on your belly? Mao Tongtong asked.

"At first, I thought it was weird. But it's funny to see the child respond. The eighth master smiled.

As he spoke, Mao Tongtong's stomach made a series of gurgling sounds.

The eighth master looked up at Mao Tongtong, his eyes were full of incredulity, and said, "Hungry?" ”

Mao Tongtong's face turned red after brushing it, and said, "Isn't it normal to be hungry after sleeping all night!" ”

The eighth master exclaimed: "Tongtong's current appetite is really incomparable!" I ate a lot of supper last night! ”

"It's not a slave who can eat it! It's Tuan Tuan! Mao Tongtong struggled to make a name for himself.

The eighth master laughed and said, "It's a good thing to be able to eat!" I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it! As he spoke, he rushed out.

After breakfast, Mao Tongtong remembered that he had to ask the eighth master about it last night, so he said, "Master, you said last time that you wanted to pay attention to the eldest brother's year-end evaluation for the slave maid." The result? ”

"Ah, what happened! Your eldest brother has a good evaluation, and he is of the highest quality. "The eighth master said.

"Really! I know that the big brother is the best! Mao Tongtong immediately became happy. The new official can be rated in the first year of his tenure, which is really good. Besides, Mao Mingxuan went to a place that had just been affected by a disaster and the officialdom had been shaken.

"Your eldest brother is a pragmatic man." Eight Masters said. He has people to pay attention to, and naturally knows better.

After Mao Mingxuan went to Zibo County, his most important thing was farming. The land is the guarantee of the survival of the people. He started from here, and it can be seen that he is not the kind of official who is happy with his achievements and wants to leave after taking credit. He is a person who sincerely thinks about the people and does things in a down-to-earth manner.

"Of course!" Mao Tongtong was a little proud, and said: "The slave's Ama is also a pragmatic person!" "It's a pity that Mao's temperament is too upright, and there is no one in the court, so it will be difficult to be promoted.

But Mao Mingxuan is different, in the end, he fell into Kangxi's eyes. However, if you make a little political achievement, it will be much easier to get promoted than ordinary officials.

"Your uncle, this year's situation is not very good." Eight Masters said.

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong was stunned, although Uncle Chen was good to her, she never cared about his career. It's just a relative, and being promoted or demoted doesn't seem to have much to do with her.

"This year's assessment is only medium." The eighth master said, and added another sentence when he was finished, "Your uncle has been in the middle grade for two consecutive years." ”

"Will you be demoted for three years in a row?" Mao Tongtong asked curiously.

"Not really." The eighth master said: "But such an official is replaceable at any time." Once it is rated as inferior again, the officials will report it to Huang Ama. ”

"Is it hard to be a ceremonial officer?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"What does Tongtong think?" The eighth master asked with a smile.

"The slave doesn't know! The slave has never been an official! Mao Tongtong said speechlessly.

"It's easy to do without an official." The eighth master said: "Especially the Jingguan. ”

Mao Tongtong understands this. Although the Jingguan is of a higher rank, the interpersonal relationship is more complicated. And at the feet of the Son of Heaven, every move is more concerned.

"The slave's uncle has been in the capital for more than ten years, and whether he is a good official or not is not something that the slave can worry about. If it's convenient for you to mention something, you can mention it, and if it's not convenient, don't worry about it. Mao Tongtong said.

In her opinion, if Uncle Chen hasn't figured out the way to be an official for more than ten years, there is no pity that he will be demoted. But Uncle Chen is not bad to her after all, and with the relationship of the eighth master, it is better to help her.

"Your aunt is still a little lacking." Eight Masters said.

Why did Uncle Chen talk about the Su family again? Mao Tongtong was only stunned for a moment before he understood. It seems that it is not Uncle Chen's problem as an official, but Su's personality is problematic, probably causing trouble for Uncle Chen outside. Then others settled the account on Uncle Chen's head.

"Then, the slave maid should write a letter to your uncle." Mao Tongtong said. When it comes to the Su family, it's not good for the eighth master to go directly to Uncle Chen.

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?" The eighth master said.

"The slave and maid understand." Mao Tongtong nodded, the diplomacy of the lady in the officialdom is also very important.

On this day, the eighth master was tired of Mao Tongtong for a day, and continued to stay in Yile Yuan at night. On the side of the main courtyard, Guo Luo Luo went back to Prince An's mansion accompanied by Mama Lei, Pomegranate and Furong.

When she just got married and would return to the door, the eighth master went back with her. So this time, many people in the house asked. She was busy with the eighth master, and she didn't have time to prevaricate. But she could see the ridicule in the eyes of those people. She was silent on her face, but she couldn't help but scold these people in her heart.

After all, she's just a sojourner. Although she came back with a car full of gifts, there were few people who really cared about her.

Originally, she still had some expectations for Prince Hui'an's mansion. But I had a fight with the eighth master last night, and now I saw the snobbish faces of these people again, and I immediately felt interested, and I didn't even have lunch, so I only sat for a while and went home.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve. The eighth master finally went to the main courtyard last night. Early this morning, he was going to enter the palace with Guo Luoluo.

was left out in the cold for a few days, but Guo Luoluo's expression was very normal and did not show displeasure. The eighth master is as if nothing happened.

"You wear more today, let's go back late in the evening, be careful of getting cold. You're just right, so don't put up with any discomfort. The eighth master admonished.

"Thank you Lord Belle for your concern." Guo Luo Luo smiled a little, but his expression was cowardly.

In the past two days, she began to have early pregnancy reactions, morning sickness and drowsiness, and the whole person seemed unenergetic. In fact, she didn't want to enter the palace. But the eighth master didn't say anything about asking her for leave, and she couldn't keep quiet, so she could only fight her spirits.

Coincidentally, the sun was still shining for the first few days, and the weather was noticeably warmer. Yesterday afternoon, there was a strong wind, and the sky was very gloomy. In the second half of the night, it was snowing heavily. So the outside world is white.

Guo Luo Luo was wearing fox fur and holding the hand warmer, still feeling a little chilly. The eighth master didn't ride a horse, so he sat in a carriage with her. It's just that neither of them was in the mood to speak today, and they were silent all the way.

The carriage could not enter the palace, and when they arrived at the gate of the palace, both of them got down from the carriage, and saw a carriage coming not far away.

The eighth master glanced at it, but did not take a step, obviously waiting for the carriage to approach. Guo Luo Luo followed the eighth master's gaze, and only then did he find that it was the carriage of the Sibeile Mansion next door.