After some consideration, Mao Chengyun still decided to hide Mao Tongtong with the eighth master.

Looking at Mao's letter saying that the eighth master was fine in the court, Mao Tongtong couldn't help but wonder. Did she guess wrong?

But with her understanding of the eighth master in the past few years, just because of Guo Luoluo's death, her emotions will not be affected so much. What about the questions of the guests? Is it just a coincidence?

How long has it been since Nian's entered the mansion, and the difference is too big! If it's a coincidence, she really doesn't believe it!

So in that case, why did Mao Chengyun refuse to tell her the truth? From this point of view, there is only one possibility, the eighth master's matter in the court this time is not small!

Mao Tongtong carefully recalled the errand of the eighth master in the past few months. The two sometimes talk about it when they chat, and she has a general understanding of what the eighth master does every day. But after thinking about it, I can't think of anything that will make the eighth master go wrong!

"Qingzhu, how many years has it been Kangxi?" Mao Tongtong asked suddenly.

"Back to the master, this year is the forty-eighth year of Kangxi." Qingzhu Road.

"Forty-eight years?" Mao Tongtong frowned, according to history, Kangxi has been in power for sixty years! Then there are still twelve years of emperor to do. The prince should be fine this time!

But when she thought about it again, many things in this time and space had changed, and it no longer made sense to judge them according to history. What if the prince doesn't survive this time? There are going to be big changes in the court!

She knew that the eighth master intended to compete for the position! Is it because of this that the eighth master seems to be preoccupied?

If this is the case, she really can't help the eighth master at all. can only try his best to take care of this Baylor Mansion for the eighth master, so that he can worry about the future.

"What did the master think?" Qingzhu asked.

Mao Tongtong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I am a housewife, what can I think of." I just hate myself for not being able to share my worries. ”

"The master takes care of his body, and he is sharing the worries of Lord Baylor." Mama Luo interjected at this time.

"yes, that's all I can do." Mao Tongtong smiled bitterly again.

"Outside the male lead, inside the female lead, it has been like this since ancient times, the master should not think too much." Mama Luo persuaded again.

"Hmm. Let the kitchen boil some nourishing soup, my lord is too draining these days, and I have to make up for it. Mao Tongtong said.

"Yes, the slave will go and command." Qingzhu hurriedly responded.

On this day, the eighth master came from the front yard very late. Seeing that Mao Tongtong was still waiting for dinner, he couldn't help but apologize: "I was so busy that I forgot the hour, so I made Tongtong wait for a long time." ”

"It's okay, I took a nap and used a snack." Mao Tongtong said with a smile, "The master came just in time, there is soup in the kitchen today, and this will be drinking." ”

"What kind of soup did you make today?" The eighth master asked with a smile. He knew that Mao Tongtong didn't want him to blame himself, so he deliberately said so, so he also cooperated to divert the topic.

"Guess?" Mao Tongtong deliberately sold a pass.

"Suckling pigeon soup?" The eighth master guessed.

"Oops, it's boring, how can you guess it as soon as you guess!" Mao Tongtong pouted.

The eighth master laughed, "This is the master's favorite drink!" ”

"Then I'm so sure I'll cook your favorite drink? Maybe it's someone I love? Mao Tongtong said.

"Master knows, Tongtong is most distressed by Lord." Eight Masters said.

"Hmph, who feels sorry for you!" Mao Tongtong muttered.

"Isn't it really distressing?" The eighth master teased her, "You touch, the master's face is thin." As he spoke, he took Mao Tongtong's hand and stroked his face.

This touch, I really lost a lot of weight, Mao Tongtong suddenly felt distressed, frowned and said: "Master must not have eaten well in the front yard these days!" She looked at Chen Guo who was standing on the side and said, "Why don't you keep an eye on the master!" If he doesn't eat it, tell me! ”

Chen Guo was also shot while standing, so he had to be careful and said: "It's the negligence of the slave, please punish Fang Fujin!" ”

"Well, don't blame him. Punish me for drinking two more bowls of soup tonight, okay! The eighth master smiled.

"Hmph, that's what you love to drink!" Mao Tongtong said.

"How should Tongtong be punished to be happy?" The eighth master said good-naturedly.

"How can I punish it!" Mao Tongtong said angrily: "I am a gas master who doesn't care about his body!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, Ye admits his mistake." The eighth master smiled.

"You, admit your mistakes positively, but you don't change your teaching!" Mao Tongtong glanced at the eighth master.

"Poof!" The eighth master was amused by these words.

"Am I wrong?" Mao Tongtong glared.

"No, no, no, I just think Tongtong is funny!" The eighth master laughed.

He hadn't laughed in days. Even in this house, I haven't heard laughter for many days.

Mao Tongtong saw his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and the corners of his mouth also showed a smile. Since she can't help, let's find a way to make him happy.

For dinner this day, the eighth master really ate a lot. I drank two bowls of soup and used two bowls of rice. As a result, he was dragged by Mao Tongtong for a walk in the yard.

At this time, it is already early winter, and it is still very cool at night. The eighth master insisted on putting a big coat on Mao Tongtong, and let her hold the hand stove before agreeing to her to go out of the house.

There was already a cold smell in the air, but it made people more sober. Mao Tongtong took a breath, but felt refreshed.

"Master, I have made statistics of those who came to visit Fujin as gifts, do you want to see the list?" Although he didn't plan to ask the eighth master what was going on, Mao Tongtong still wanted to knock on the side.

And this list can also allow the eighth master to see his current interpersonal relationships.

"What's the problem?" The eighth master realized something at once. Because he didn't even look at the previous list of gifts, he would only listen to Mao Tongtong verbally say a few important things. But Mao Tongtong specially mentioned it today, it must be different.

"I compared it with the list of gifts when Nian Fang Fu Jin entered the mansion." Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master and said word by word: "The difference seems to be a bit big." ”

The eighth master paused, and Mao Tongtong's eyes were obviously suspicious. He didn't expect Mao Tongtong to see the problem from this.

"Hehe, yes." The eighth master looked away, looked into the distance and said, "Funerals and happy events naturally cannot be compared. ”

"Master, there is no distinction between happy events and funerals." Mao Tongtong was still staring at the eighth master.

"Ah, really?" The eighth master smiled unnaturally.

"Master, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask." Mao Tongtong said: "But I want you to know that no matter what you encounter or what decisions you make, I will accompany you." I will take care of this Baylor Mansion and take care of myself. So, you don't have to be distracted, just concentrate on your own business. ”

The eighth master was stunned, and looked at Mao Tongtong for a long time without saying a word.

Mao Tongtong didn't speak again, looked at the eighth master, slowly opened a smile, and reached out to hold the eighth master's hand.

"Tongtong, ......" The eighth master suddenly choked up.