"Forget it, don't talk to you drunk." Mao Tongtong gently patted the back of the eighth master's head, watched Qingzhu come in with a bowl, and said with a smile: "Master drink the sobering soup first." ”

"I'm not drunk!" The eighth master defended: "I have to make this clear today!" Tongtong is not allowed to say anything about separation with his master at any time! ”

Seeing the serious appearance of the eighth master, Mao Tongtong suddenly regretted that he was quick to speak. How did you get to this topic so well?

Knowing that the eighth master drank a lot of wine, even if he was not completely drunk, he was still a drunken person. What will this break to make clear? She's really looking for the most inopportune time.

Seeing that the eighth master refused to give up, Mao Tongtong could only say against his will: "Okay, okay, it's not okay to follow the master!" There will be no separation in this life. She thought to herself that her so-called separation was nothing more than emotional disdependence. She is already the side Fujin of the eighth master, where is there a chance to leave in this life? Not surprisingly, she will probably die in this Yile Garden.

Seeing that she finally changed her words, the eighth master's serious expression looked better, and he took the sobering soup that Qingzhu had been holding and drank it obediently.

Mao Tongtong shook her head helplessly, sure enough, men have a child's side.

This night, the eighth master slept very deeply. Probably because of the effect of the wine, he didn't wake up until Chen Guo came to call him the next day.

Mao Tongtong pushed the eighth master and called a few more times, and then called the eighth master.

"What time is it?" The eighth master asked with a little confusion.

"It's almost time." Chen Guo replied outside the curtain.

As soon as he heard the hour, the eighth master woke up immediately, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and got out of bed, "Why is this called the master?" ”

Chen Guo was about to speak, but Mao Tongtong took the first step and said: "Look at the fragrance of the master's sleep, I will call the master half a quarter of an hour later." ”

"Where's the big pilgrimage today!" The eighth master frowned slightly.

"Just in time. I asked Chen Guo, and said that he was almost the first to go every time, and he had to wait! Mao Tongtong said.

The eighth master glanced at Chen Guo.

Chen Guo shrunk his neck, didn't squeak, and hurriedly sped up the speed of changing the eighth master's clothes.

The eighth master also stopped talking, and waited silently for the change of clothes to finish washing.

Chen Guo didn't dare to squeak, Mao Tongtong didn't, she lazily lay on the side of the bed, and said again: "Ye sleeping more will nourish his spirit, it's better than standing in advance!" ”

The eighth master glanced back at her, and said helplessly and dotingly: "You lie back to the bed, don't catch a cold." ”

It's already autumn, and it's still a little cool in the morning.

Mao Tongtong stuck out his tongue, drilled into the quilt, and said, "Don't be sloppy in breakfast for a while." I drank so much wine yesterday, and I can't have breakfast well today, and it's easy to hurt my stomach. I want to go back to sleep, so I won't accompany my grandfather. After speaking, she yawned, ignored the eighth master, and closed her eyes directly.

The eighth master was just about to say a few words, but when he saw her like this, he swallowed the words. At breakfast, he looked at the table and didn't have much appetite. But thinking of Mao Tongtong's words, he still forced himself to drink a bowl of porridge and eat a basket of xiaolongbao, and then went out.

Today's early dynasty didn't have much to do, and it ended in less than an hour. When the eighth master left the Qianqing Palace, he abducted to Chuxiu Palace. It's time for him to go and say goodbye to Concubine Liang.

Concubine Liang is also looking forward to the eighth master coming these two days!

In a few days, it was the day when the eighth master married Fang Fujin, and she was thinking about talking to the eighth master. So I was very happy to see the eighth master coming. It was again for the servants to serve good tea and snacks, and it was a long time before the mother and son had to talk.

"How's the house ready?" Concubine Liang said with concern.

"It's all set up according to the regulations." Eight Masters said. Although he didn't look at it, he didn't ask. But Changshi has been in charge of it, and he believes that nothing will go wrong.

"That's good." Concubine Liang nodded with satisfaction, "No matter how you say that this Nian's family background is not low, the dignity that should be given is still given." At least, you can't refute the face of your emperor Amma. ”

"Erchen understands." The eighth master responded in a regular manner and didn't say much.

Concubine Liang sensitively noticed that the eighth master was not enthusiastic about this matter, and then saw that his face was not very good, and couldn't help but say with concern: "Have you been tired lately?" It seems to be unrefreshed to watch. ”

"Yesterday, the prince Laerchen drank." Eight Masters said.

"I see." Concubine Liang suddenly.

She still understands the things between her son and the crown prince.

"Eighth elder brother, sometimes you can endure it, don't hold on." Concubine Liang said.

She has been in the palace for so many years, and the word "forbearance" is the essence of learning. So she has been teaching the eighth master like this. Being able to bend and stretch is a big husband! When your ability is limited, isn't that looking for death? How many people who want to achieve a career have not been wronged?

"Eniang, Erchen is very tolerant." The eighth master smiled, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

For the prince, he really put up with it for a long time! One by one, one by one, he can't keep the accounts in his heart!

"E-Niang knows that she has wronged you all these years." Concubine Liang looked guilty. In the final analysis, it is her Eniang's background that is too low.

These words are also clichés, and the eighth master has been saying it for so many years, and he is really tired. At this time, he hurriedly changed the topic and said: "E-Niang, there is still something in the minister's mansion that I want to talk to E-niang first." ”

"What's the matter?" Concubine Liang hurriedly asked.

"Guo Luo Luo has tuberculosis, I'm afraid he won't live long." Eight Masters said.

"Huh? When was this? Concubine Liang was shocked.

"I only found out a few days ago. Huang Ama has already reported it. "The eighth master said.

"Her yard is sealed, don't give you the sickness!" Concubine Liang said worriedly.

"She has been grounded, sealed or not, there is not much difference." The eighth master said: "E-niang, rest assured, Erchen will pay attention to his body." ”

"So how is she doing now? Don't affect you to marry Fang Fujin in a few days. Concubine Liang said again.

"I'm drinking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and I should be able to survive for a few days." Eight Masters said.

"That's good." Concubine Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Guo Luoluo is her serious daughter-in-law, in her eyes, all this is not as important as the matter of the eighth master. Therefore, when she heard the news that Guo Luo Luo was seriously ill, she didn't care about her health at first, and all she thought about was whether it would affect the eighth master.

In the Eighth Master's Mansion, Guo Luo Luo watched the pomegranate come in with a medicine bowl, and subconsciously frowned.

"I don't think I'll drink this medicine." She spoke: "I drank a pair and it didn't work, I guess it's useless." ”

"Fu Jin will try it for two more days. This time the recipe was changed. Pomegranate persuaded.

"It's just a change of medicine or two." Guo Luo Luo shook his head, "Anyway, it's useless, why should I suffer like this every day." Pour it down, don't let anyone know. ”