However, happy times are always short-lived. When the Lantern Festival came, Mao Tongtong was reluctant to return to Beijing.

"Tongtong, there are lanterns in the capital tonight, I will take you to see them, okay?" The eighth master hugged Tuan Tuan and said.

"Okay!" She smiled wide, wide. Although the happy time was short-lived, she had it after all.

"I heard there will be a dragon dance this year." Eight Masters said.

"Really?" Mao Tongtong's eyes lit up.

When I was in Yangzhou, every year during the Lantern Festival, there would be dragon and lion dances on the streets. Mao will take the whole family to the street to watch performances, put river lanterns, and buy four bowls of Lantern Festival with osmanthus and sesame stuffing from Lao He Tou, a family of four. After eating the hot and painful Lantern Festival, this year can be regarded as a successful end.

"Well, I heard the tenth brother mention it before I left Beijing. You know, he's always been a bit better informed about that. The eighth master smiled.

"Hah, that's hilarious!" Mao Tongtong laughed. The news of the tenth master must not be wrong. Where is there fun and delicious food in the capital, he is always the first to know.

It's also strange, it's obviously a person who lives in the palace, and I don't know where I got this news.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen it in a few years!" Mao Tongtong's tone was a little excited.

If you just heard the smile of the eighth master when she took her to see the lanterns, and she still had the meaning of not disappointing the eighth master, this would be really happy.

"That's just right. Let's wait until we sleep in the evening before coming out. It's lively at night! "The eighth master said.

"Okay!" Mao Tongtong nodded in response. It's a date for two! Thinking of the lanterns on the street and the lively dragon and lion dance performances, she couldn't wait to get up, and the reluctance just now disappeared without a trace.

It was already noon when they returned home, and the two of them had lunch and took a nap together. By the time I woke up, it was already a little dark.

The eighth master personally selected the clothes and jewelry to wear for Mao Tongtong at night, and painted Mao Tongtong's eyebrows with his own hands.

In fact, the eighth master did not paint thrushes for Mao Tongtong many times. Most of the time, when he left in the morning, Mao Tongtong hadn't gotten up yet. Either that, time is in a hurry, and there is no time to experience the joy of this thrush. It's just right to arrive today.

"Master's craftsmanship is good!" The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong in the mirror, revealing a somewhat proud look. He felt that he was very good at painting.

The eighth master painted the standard willow leaf eyebrows, which is very flattering to the face shape.

"Pretty good!" Mao Tongtong did not hesitate to praise.

The smile on the eighth master's face became bigger and bigger, and he put down his pen and said, "Tongtong, for the sake of the master's painting, is it not for the master to braid his hair once?" ”

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment. This is the first time that the eighth master has made such a request to her.

Although the eighth master dotes on her, and the two have been together for three years, Mao Tongtong takes the initiative to serve the eighth master in his daily life.

One is that she herself doesn't have much awareness of this. was originally a modern soul, although he learned the royal rules, but he didn't really put himself in the position of a slave in his heart. The second is that there are Qingzhu and Qingmiao to serve them, and the eighth master has never asked her, so she is more and more lazy to do it.

In her memory, she really never braided the eighth master, and she didn't even change her clothes very much. The most I do is probably to wait for the eighth master to bathe!

Thinking of this, Mao Tongtong couldn't help but feel that her face was a little hot. In fact, every time he waits for the eighth master to take a bath, he also asks for it, and in the end, it is inevitable to take a mandarin duck bath.

"I just asked Tongtong to braid my master's hair, why did I blush?" The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong a little strangely.

"I, I've never braided a man's hair, I'm afraid it won't be braided." Mao Tongtong hurriedly found a reason to prevaricate.

If the eighth master knew that she would think of taking a mandarin duck bath, she would definitely laugh at her! Maybe I can drag her to bed right now!

Hearing this reason, the eighth master couldn't help laughing, and said: "Tongtong, as the side Fujin of the master, has never braided the master once, which is really not responsible!" The master wants to punish Tongtong and braid his hair every day in the future! ”

"How can you say that! Obviously, the master didn't give me a chance to practice before! Mao Tongtong argued for himself.

"Or is it your mistake?" The eighth master's eyes widened.

"It's my fault!" Mao Tongtong is right.

The eighth master couldn't cry or laughed, and said, "So, does Tongtong braid his hair or not?" ”

"Edit!" Mao Tongtong replied loudly. Isn't it just a braid, she has been a woman in both lives, can she still be stumped by this?

She doesn't know how to wear ancient women's hair buns, but the skill of twist braids is believed to be possessed by both ancient women and modern women.

She took the comb from Qingzhu's hand and began to comb the eighth master's hair.

When she first came to the Qing Dynasty, she really couldn't get used to seeing men with half of their heads and a long braid behind them. Speaking of men with long hair, she still likes the flowing shape of the Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang dynasties.

But there is a saying that no matter how ugly things are, you can get used to them when you look at them. She looked at the eighth master now, and she even felt that this half-bald head was pleasing to the eye.

This was the first time she had taken a closer look at Ba Ye's hair, which was about the same length as her hair. The hair is a little coarse and stiff, not as fine and soft as hers.

In the process of combing, Mao Tongtong found a white hair. Her hand paused. She glanced at the eighth master in the glasses, and he was looking at her with a smile on his face.

She didn't say anything, smiled back at the eighth master, and quietly hid the hair in the braid. I thought in my heart that in the future, I would have to get some things for the eighth master to make up for his brain and black hair.

After braiding his hair, Mao Tongtong tied a new braid tassel that he had braided for the eighth master, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"See, how is my craft?" Mao Tongtong sent the eighth master's long braid to his chest, looking like this was just a trivial look!

"Well, the craftsmanship is good! I think that in the future, Tongtong will come, and the craft should be better practiced! The eighth master nodded.

Mao Tongtong realized that he had fallen into the eighth master's routine. Regardless of whether her skills are good or not, anyway, the eighth master just wants her to braid her hair!

In view of the fact that this was the first request that the eighth master had made to her for so long, Mao Tongtong still agreed. However, she silently added a premise in her heart, if she can get up, she is still willing to serve the eighth master.

After dinner, coaxed Tuan Tuan to sleep, and the eighth master took Mao Tongtong out.

The atmosphere of the festival is really different. Just turned the corner, Mao Tongtong was dazzled by the colorful lanterns on the street. The streets are crowded with people, and all kinds of cries come and go, which is very different from normal days.

"It's so hilarious!" Mao Tongtong couldn't help but sigh.