When I came out of Yuqing Palace, snowflakes fell in the sky. As the north wind blows on the face, it brings a hint of coolness. There are no human figures on the long palace road, and it looks extremely deserted.

On such a cold winter day, even if you don't take a nap after lunch, everyone is more willing to nest on the kang to seek warmth.

The eighth master took Mao Tongtong's hand and walked unhurriedly, without the slightest intention of evading.

Mao Tongtong held the stove in one hand and was held by the eighth master in the other, only feeling that his heart was warm and there was a different kind of romantic atmosphere.

For a moment, Mao Tongtong would have a strange idea in his heart. If the eighth master wears back to modern times with her, and sees the Forbidden City with many tourists every day, I don't know how the eighth master will react.

Although winter is the off-season for tourism, there are still many people who go to Beijing to visit the Forbidden City. It is crowded with tourists almost all year round. Even on a snowy day, there are people wearing thick down jackets and carrying cameras, shuttling around the Forbidden City.

"Poof!" Mao Tongtong finally couldn't help laughing. If the eighth master saw such a scene, he would probably be frightened! As long as she thought about the dumbfounded appearance of the eighth master, she felt funny.

"What's wrong with Tongtong?" The eighth master was taken aback. The sudden laughter in the pure footsteps was particularly abrupt.

"No, it's fine." Mao Tongtong hurriedly waved his hand.

"What's funny coming to mind?" The eighth master asked again.

"Ah, nothing. It's just that I thought that my cousin just gave birth to Xiao Gege is very cute. Mao Tongtong casually found an excuse. She can't tell the eighth master what she thinks in her heart.

"Cuter than ours?" The eighth master will be suspicious.

"How can boys and girls be the same?" Mao Tongtong looked sideways at the eighth master and said, "The little girl is well-behaved and clever, with delicate eyebrows, and she is not the same cute." ”

"Then let's have another daughter!" Eight Masters said.

"Ahem!" Mao Tongtong blushed and said, "When you give birth to a child, you will give birth to it!" ”

"As long as Tongtong wants to, we can have many children in the future!" The eighth master smiled.

"I don't want it! Having a baby is so hard! Mao Tongtong pouted.

In the past, in modern times, although she never had children, she also had friends. Whether it's a vaginal birth or a caesarean section, no one says it's not painful.

She has never experienced a caesarean section, but she also suffered a big loss last time. To this day, when she thinks of the situation during childbirth, she can't help but tremble! So now when I mention giving birth to her child, she refuses 10,000 times in her heart.

"How can you make it if you only have one child?" Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong didn't think about it, so he said, "Why is there only one child?" Isn't Mrs. Zhang about to give birth? ”

As soon as the words came out, Mao Tongtong felt that something was wrong. The eighth master's words are actually a disguised confession, which means that he just wants to have a child with her and spoil her alone. And when she mentioned Zhang's, it was really typical which pot was not opened.

As for how Zhang got pregnant, although she didn't know very well, she also guessed one or two. It was probably unexpected by the eighth master. Otherwise, the eighth master would not be so cold to the pregnant Zhang.

Sure enough, as soon as the eighth master heard this, the smile on his face faded, and he said, "Oh, the master still forgot." ”

Mao Tongtong smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Master, let's go faster, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and I feel a little cold." ”

"Hmm." The eighth master nodded and didn't speak again, but still quickened his pace.

Mao Tongtong exhaled quietly and quickened his pace.

On the carriage back home, Mao Tongtong did not lean on the eighth master as usual, but sat upright. But the carriage was rickety, and she became sleepy.

Today, because she was going to enter the palace to thank her, she got up before dawn to dress up. After staying in the palace for so long and coming out all the time, it will feel very tired.

It was quiet in the carriage. The eighth master has not spoken since Mao Tongtong said the wrong thing just now, so it is difficult for Mao Tongtong to say anything. After a while, Mao Tongtong's eyelids began to fight.

At first, she could not sleep, but she had the habit of taking a nap every day, and today it was an exception, and if she got up early, it would be really unsupportable, so she involuntarily closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The eighth master also closed his eyes and recuperated, and suddenly felt his shoulders sinking, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mao Tongtong falling asleep leaning on him.

After staring at her sleeping face for a while, the eighth master sighed softly, reached out and took her into his arms, changing her into a comfortable position.

When she arrived at the gate of the house, Mao Tongtong didn't wake up, so the eighth master carried her all the way into Yile Garden.

There will be a lot of snow in the winter in the north, and it will be several days at a time, until the sky and the earth are white before stopping. It's the same this time. In such a short period of time when the eighth master and Mao Tongtong came back from the palace, the ground had already begun to whiten.

When Mao Tongtong woke up and saw that the candles had been lit in the house, he knew that it was not early. The eighth master was sitting behind the bookcase by the window and reading, with two charcoal basins at his feet.

There is no earth dragon in this house, and Mao Tongtong relies on charcoal basins for heating in winter.

"Master." Mao Tongtong snorted.

The eighth master looked up, "Awake?" ”

Mao Tongtong didn't get up from the bed, and said lazily: "Why don't you sleep with me?" "I don't have the habit of taking a nap in winter." The eighth master put down the book in his hand and walked to the bedside, "You got up early today and got tired, right?" ”

"Actually, it's okay, I sat in the womb of the good lord for a while. It's just that I'm not used to getting up early, and I'm a little sleepy at noon. Mao Tongtong put his face in the eighth master's hand and rubbed it, like a kitten.

"Not ready to get up yet?" The eighth master was amused by her action.

"Some don't want to move." Mao Tongtong said coquettishly.

"Not hungry?" The eighth master asked.

Mao Tongtong shook his head and said, "I ate a lot at the good master's place at noon, and I won't be hungry at all." Do you want dinner? You can tell the small kitchen to do it, you don't have to wait for me to do it. ”

"I'm not hungry, so I won't eat, and I'll eat supper when I'm hungry in the evening." Eight Masters said.

"That'll do fine." Mao Tongtong nodded.

She didn't think about it, so the eighth master didn't urge, just sat on the edge of the bed and talked to her, and neither of them mentioned the slight unpleasantness of the afternoon meeting.

In the Yangzhou Garrison Mansion, Mao Chengyun walked around Chen's house, anxiously waiting for the doctor's pulse diagnosis results. Chen, who was lying on the bed, was pale and haggard, looking thinner than in the summer.

After a long time, the doctor took the pulse, and the expression on his face was a little solemn.

"What's wrong with the clumsy thorn?" Mao asked hurriedly.

The doctor shook his head and said, "The old man's medical skills are limited, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Mrs. Zun." I heard that the daughter of the garrison lord is in the capital, and I will see if I can find a better doctor. ”