It's just that her grievances have nowhere to tell, and no one can understand them. Because women in this era spend their lives like this. If she really takes it out and says it, I'm afraid that she will be said to be hypocritical!

She sat dumbfounded, not wanting to talk more. In this matter, there is a three-hundred-year generation gap between her and the eighth master's cognition, and she wants to seek his understanding, but she also thinks too much.

"Are you still angry?" When the eighth master saw her like this, his tone was even worse.

"The slave is not angry." Mao Tongtong defended, "Isn't the slave listening to Lord Baylor's lecture?" ”

Her detached tone made the eighth master feel more and more uncomfortable, when he pinched Mao Tongtong's chin with his hand, looked down at her and said, "Are you going to break up with the master?" ”

Mao Tongtong lowered his eyes and said, "The slave doesn't." The slave just reminded herself not to forget the rules. Isn't that what Lord Belle meant just now? ”

The eighth master was annoyed, and he couldn't help but exert himself in his hands. Mao Tongtong was in pain, but she didn't say anything, just frowned slightly.

She thought that she was indeed a little carried away by the eighth master. What kind of state of mind did you think you had when you first entered the palace? What kind of state of mind are you in now? If it weren't for the favor of the eighth master, where would she dare to do this?

She has always felt that she is not pampered and arrogant, and she still tries to keep a low profile in the world. In fact, it has long been inflated unconsciously.

The pain in her jaw was no longer enough to withstand a burst of dizziness, she raised her eyes to look at the eighth master, and when she saw the anger in his eyes, a smile suddenly appeared on her mouth. This scene reminded her of the first time the two met. That eighth master was also so angry with her that his eyes were on fire. However, at that time, the eighth master brushed his sleeves away, but he would not be willing to chase Zhuangzi from the mansion to question her as he is now.

Actually, in the end, I'm still worried about her. Worried that she had something in her heart, she had to run to Zhuangzi alone.

"Master, I'm sorry." Mao Tongtong finally apologized softly.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eighth master's eyes, and he watched Mao Tongtong's body go soft, and the whole person fell into his arms.

"Tongtong!" The eighth master hugged her silently, gently patted her cheek with his hand, and hurriedly shouted, "Doctor! Why hasn't the doctor come yet! ”

The eighth master will be annoyed in his heart. I knew she was sick, why didn't I hold back my temper? Especially when he saw that Mao Tongtong's chin was pinched out of the red mark by him, he regretted it more and more.

He was angry with her for playing tricks, angry at her for running to Zhuangzi with the child alone, but he was more worried about her, afraid that she was bullied by Guo Luoluo, and that she had misunderstood something.

Thinking of Mao Tongtong's last soft apology just now, the eighth master's heart hurt.

After a while, the steward of Zhuangzi came in with an old man with gray hair.

"Back to Lord Belle, this is the only doctor within a radius of dozens of miles." The way of stewardship.

"Come and take the pulse." The eighth master said, "She suddenly had a high fever!" ”

The doctor came over and saluted the eighth master, and then looked at Mao Tongtong in the eighth master's arms, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't find the pulse for a long time.

He has been practicing medicine in this area for decades, and it is the first time he has seen a royal family and nobleman like the eighth master, so he can't help but be a little nervous.

Seeing him like this, the eighth master couldn't help frowning, and said in a deep voice: "Are you good at it?" ”

It was fine that he didn't speak, but when he spoke, the doctor's face turned white.

But now the only doctor can be found, Mao Tongtong's face is red, and he obviously burns even more. I have to wait for the doctor in the house to come over and then check Mao Tongtong's pulse, and the eighth master is afraid that she will burn out.

"What are you afraid of! Just like she's an ordinary patient! The eighth master had to soften his voice and said, "She estimated that she suddenly burned when she got cold in the afternoon." ”

The doctor took a breath and calmed down, finally calmed down his emotions, and said, "Little Lao'er is a rural traveling doctor, and I hope you will forgive me if I don't have it." ”

After saying this, the doctor began to take Mao Tongtong's pulse.

After a while, the doctor took his pulse and said, "This noble man is weak because of his weak body, so he will suddenly have a fever after he gets cold. If you want to reduce fever, just drink hot ginger soup for a day. As for recuperation, Xiao Lao'er's medical skills may not be enough. ”

"Just drink ginger soup? Don't need to prescribe a prescription? The eighth master looked suspicious.

"The noble man's symptoms are ferocious, but in fact, there is no hindrance." The doctor said. The patients he sees all year round are ordinary people, and most of them are not very well-off. Therefore, if you can not prescribe medicine, you will not prescribe medicine, and even if you do, you will use more cheap medicine.

"Slave maid, let's go boil ginger soup." Qingzhu said on the side.

"Let's try it first." Eight Masters said. Drinking ginger soup is only good anyway, and there is no harm. If it really works, you can wait for the doctor in the house to come over in the evening.

"But now that she has fainted, how can she feed ginger soup? You can't get her to wake up first? The eighth master asked.

"It's okay, the noble man will wake up in a while." The doctor said.

Although the eighth master was skeptical of this doctor's medical skills, he was still a little relieved when he thought that he had decades of medical experience.

"It's better to let the nobles lie down more comfortably." Seeing that the eighth master had been holding Mao Tongtong, the doctor couldn't help but speak.

Only then did the eighth master put Mao Tongtong on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

After a while, Mao Tongtong really woke up. The eighth master was sure in his heart, leaned over and asked, "Do you feel okay now?" ”

"Dizziness." Mao Tongtong said softly.

"I'll be fine drinking ginger soup in a while." The eighth master comforted softly.

"Aren't you angry?" Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master.

"Where do you dare to be angry with you!" The eighth master touched her head and said, "I'm scared to death!" ”

Mao Tongtong couldn't help laughing.

"Ye is really angry with you, Ye is worried about you." The eighth master said again: "You are good, you deliberately take the words to be angry!" He also calls himself a slave! ”

"Didn't they apologize!" Mao Tongtong said coquettishly.

The eighth master looked at her with a doting look and smiled: "You, you can't help it!" ”

"Lord Belle, the ginger soup is ready." Qingzhu will come in with a bowl.

"To the master!" The eighth master stretched out his hand to take it and asked Mao Tongtong to drink it in person.

"It's spicy!" Mao Tongtong frowned.

Because I was in a hurry, there was no sugar added to the ginger soup this time, so the taste was extraordinarily heavy.

"It's just medicine, just sweat after drinking it." The eighth master coaxed.

Mao Tongtong simply took the bowl from the eighth master and drank it in one go.

"Drink some warm water and rinse your mouth." The eighth master handed over the warm water again.

After some tossing, Mao Tongtong felt even more uncomfortable.

"Let's sleep, I'm here with you." The eighth master covered her with a quilt and patted it again.