After this round of dishes, Mao Tongtong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this bowl of water is really not easy!

Coming out of Mao's house, Hongwang fell asleep in the carriage because he was tired from playing. Mao Tongtong hugged Hongwang, and the eighth master hugged Mao Tongtong, and in the rickety carriage, the three of them snuggled together.

Because they were afraid of disturbing Hongwang's sleep, Mao Tongtong and the eighth master did not speak. The carriage was quiet and could hear each other's breathing.

The sound of steady, clear breathing has a different kind of warmth at this moment.

When he arrived at the gate of the house, the eighth master turned his head sideways to look at Mao Tongtong, only to find that she had fallen asleep unconsciously.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the eighth master called the nurse to take Hongwang away, and he carried Mao Tongtong out of the carriage and carried him all the way back to the bed in Yile Garden.

"Hmm." The moment next to the bed, Mao Tongtong frowned slightly, and then opened his eyes, "Arrived?" She said a little confused.

"Well, it's home." The eighth master's voice said softly.

Mao Tongtong glanced at the curtain above his head with some unresponsiveness, and then realized that he knew where he was.

"I fell asleep." Mao Tongtong smiled, "Let the master bring it back again." ”

"yes!" The eighth master smiled and nodded.

Mao Tongtong's face was slightly red, "It seems that every time I come back late, I will fall asleep in the end, and then be picked up by my master." ”

"You're still weak. I can't stay up after a tiring day. The eighth master had distress in his eyes, and reached out to sort out a strand of broken hair on Mao Tongtong's sideburns.

Covering his mouth and yawning, Mao Tongtong closed his eyes slightly, agreeing with what the eighth master said, and said softly: "Tuan Tuan has been settled?" ”

"Well, I've already let the nurse carry me to sleep." The eighth master said softly: "You are sleepy, close your eyes and sleep, and the master will wipe your face." ”

"Okay." Mao Tongtong closed her eyes in response, and the eighth master took off her coat, wiped her face and hands, and behaved like a child.

This kind of thing is already very skilled for the eighth master, the movements are fast and light, and it does not disturb Mao Tongtong's sleepiness at all. When he finished wiping Mao Tongtong's face, he heard that Mao Tongtong's breathing had stabilized, and he was obviously asleep.

Looking at Mao Tongtong's stretched eyebrows, the eighth master laughed again, reached out and gently pinched her cheek, and then went to change his clothes.

The autumn night is already cool. The eighth master got out of bed in his underwear, and saw Mao Tongtong bowing in the quilt like a shrimp. With a light sigh, the eighth master got into the quilt and reached out to hug Mao Tongtong into his arms.

The person who slept for half an hour first turned out to be half cold. This will feel the warmth in the quilt, and involuntarily drill into the heat source.

Looking down at Mao Tongtong, who took the initiative to cling to him, the eighth master couldn't help laughing. But after the laughter, it was more distressed.

It's been three years since she gave birth to Tuan Tuan, and it stands to reason that Mao Tongtong's body should be raised well, and it's time to get pregnant again. But now, her body looks unharmed, but in fact she is still weak.

In the final analysis, it was a miscarriage that hurt the body.

Thinking of why Mao Tongtong had a miscarriage, the eighth master didn't feel good in his heart.

After so long after this incident, Mao Tongtong never mentioned it again. It was as if she had forgotten about it. But the eighth master knew that this was still a knot in her heart. Deep down, she still blames herself for losing that child!

Mao Tongtong didn't know that she had mentioned this in her dreams several times. In her sleep, she cried and blamed herself, although she only muttered a few words, but it made the eighth master understand what was going on.

The eighth master felt sorry for her, but he also knew that once he mentioned this matter, it would only make her more sad. So he never mentioned it either.

But every time he saw that she was afraid of the cold, his heart would swell up with self-blame.

"Okay, I'm not cold." The eighth master hugged her tighter and muttered softly.

Mao Tongtong snorted, his face showed a comfortable expression, and the whole person was like an octopus, sticking to the eighth master's body, making him unable to move.

The eighth master's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly relaxed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Autumn is approaching, and it is the time when the Internal Affairs Office is busy, and he is very idle.

Because the fourth master and the tenth master won a big victory in Fujian, this year's autumn festival palace banquet was also very lively. He also specially invited well-known juggling troupes and opera troupes in the capital to help the fun.

In this way, the number of people entering the palace increased. The safety risks are also greater. For the eighth master, this is the most headache.

Until the day before the Autumn Festival, the eighth master was busy until dark before entering the house.

"Have you had dinner?" Mao Tongtong was distressed and changed the eighth master's regular clothes.

"Well, I used it in the palace." Eight Masters said.

"Then let's have a bowl of soup." Mao Tongtong said. She counted the hours, and the eighth master should have eaten in the palace.

But this kind of working meal in the palace is really not very good. Although the eighth master is a prince, when he is busy, he is like everyone else, and he has a full stomach.

Mao Tongtong was naturally reluctant to let the eighth master only use these. I let the small kitchen stew soup early, and prepared some meals, just for the eighth master to return home.

"Okay." The eighth master did not refuse.

Mao Tongtong let the soup prepared in the kitchen be simmered all day long, and the taste of the ingredients is integrated into the soup, and the taste is very good. It's really comfortable to have a bowl of soup on this cool night.

When Mao Tongtong changed the eighth master's clothes, the soup was also served. The eighth master drank a bowl of soup before he could speak.

"Tomorrow's autumn palace banquet, Hongwang and Hongdun will be brought there. Bring a few more men to serve you, so that you don't get into trouble. ”

"Are they still so young, take them all?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help but be surprised.

Because the children are still young, they were not allowed to enter the palace in such activities in the palace before.

"Emperor Amma's order today. Let all the royal grandchildren enter the palace. "The eighth master said. He didn't want the child to go. The palace banquet is usually late, and now the weather is getting cold, and it is easy to get cold. And the child is still so young, there are so many people at the palace banquet, and if one is not taken care of, it is easy to have an accident.

Mao Tongtong nodded, expressing understanding, "Don't worry, I will have a few more people to serve me tomorrow." Make sure that the two children are not separated. After thinking about it, she said again: "Let's take the Liu family with you in the unknown day." ”

"Why?" The eighth master was a little surprised.

If you want to bring Liu, why not Zhang? Zhang is at least Hongdun's biological mother!

"Liu, this person is bold and careful, and he is clever. Although she is not Hongdun's biological mother, her feelings for Hongdun are not shallow at all! But it is said that Hongdun was brought up by her and Zhang. Mao Tongtong explained.

The eighth master thought about it carefully, and felt that there was some truth. But there was no example of bringing a concubine into the palace to participate in the palace banquet, so he was a little hesitant.