"Well, let's leave tomorrow, we won't delay a day." The eighth master smiled.

Ten days later, the autumn festival will begin, and then I will come back to participate in the palace banquet, and then there will be all kinds of busyness at the end of the year.

Since he returned to Beijing for disaster relief, the fourth master handed over the errand of the Internal Affairs Office to him. At the end of the year, the busiest time of the year is the end of the year. This is also the reason why the fourth master is willing to give him a holiday at this time, because if he delays any longer, he can't take a break if he wants to.

After Hongwang started studying with Mr. this year, he hardly had time to play. I heard that the eighth master was willing to take him on vacation this time, and he jumped up happily.

Only Yali, a little guy who was only a few months old, didn't know anything, lying in Mao Tongtong's arms and laughing stupidly.

Autumn is crisp, and this is also a good time to travel. When the carriage left the city, Mao Tongtong lifted the curtain and let the gentle breeze blow in through the window, and the whole person was comfortable.

In fact, at the end of last year, the eighth master was also in the mansion and the world of the two of them. But after all, it will be a grounding, you can't go out of the house, and the mentality is completely different. This is the real relaxation.

"Master, this year I want to brew a jar of osmanthus wine by myself! Wait until next autumn festival to drink! Mao Tongtong squinted and said.

"Okay! I'm waiting to drink the osmanthus wine you brewed next year! The eighth master smiled.

Mao Tongtong likes the taste of osmanthus very much, and at this time of year, the osmanthus cake, osmanthus nectar and osmanthus wine of Yile Yuan are continuous. She always said that she wanted to try to make it herself, but after so many years, the eighth master also ate the osmanthus cake she made once.

"Okay, I think I should make more jars. When the time comes, I will send an altar to my mother, and a good concubine to give me an altar. Mao Tongtong happily counted his fingers, and said: "By the way, I have to prepare an altar for my brother, he seems to be going back to Beijing to report on his work." ”

Because of the fact that the eighth master was grounded last year, Mao Mingxuan's officials were affected by the assessment results. He should have been promoted again, but he stopped. For this reason, Mao Tongtong was still very guilty for a while, and later Mao Mingxuan wrote to him, saying that it was a good thing for him to settle for another two years, which made her feel better.

"Your eldest brother is going one step further this time!" Eight Masters said.

The fourth master mentioned it to him before, and he admired Mao Mingxuan very much. Kangxi still suppressed Mao Mingxuan because of the eighth master, but the fourth master did not have this concern. His new ascension to the throne was a time when he needed to train his own manpower. Those who had the ability in the Kangxi Dynasty but could not be reused were the objects of the fourth master's attention at this time.

The carriage swayed for nearly two hours before reaching its destination. The steward of Zhuangzi had already received the notice and had already led a group of people to greet him at the gate of Zhuangzi.

"Well, that's good, even the air is full of the scent of osmanthus!" As soon as he got out of the car, Mao Tongtong couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"The minions welcome Lord Belle and Mao Fang Fujin!"

"Get up." The eighth master smelled the fresh air and felt in a good mood.

At this time, it was almost lunch time, Mao Tongtong and they took a break, and the steward let the kitchen dishes.

When you come to Zhuangzi, you naturally have to eat something different from the house. Live fish caught in the stream, wild mushrooms dried last winter, bacon made from wild game in winter, and of course, some fresh wild vegetables this season. The person in charge of affairs can be regarded as having a hard time, thinking about currying favor with the eighth master and Mao Tongtong. After all, like them, a more remote Zhuangzi, there are few opportunities for them to come and live. Now I finally have the opportunity to brush the sense of existence, and it is a powerful brush!

For a few people who are accustomed to eating exquisite dishes in the house, such dishes with a local flavor are still quite fresh. Not only did the eighth master and Mao Tongtong have a great appetite, but even Hongwang eats an extra bowl of rice on weekdays.

After lunch, Mao Tongtong was rarely sleepy, and actually took the eighth master to go shopping.

"Tongtong is so happy today?" The eighth master asked with a smile.

"yes!" Mao Tongtong even walked a little bouncing, like a girl, "I feel like I haven't breathed such fresh air for a long time!" This open world looks much more comfortable in the four directions of the house! ”

"It seems that Tongtong has been holding back a lot these days!" The eighth master smiled.

"I'm not just suffocated these days, I've been suffocated all these years! If I were a man, I would have to go out and see all this beautiful rivers and mountains! How boring it is for people to stay in one place all their lives. Mao Tongtong said.

In ancient times, the transportation was inconvenient, and it would only take a few years to travel all over the Qing Dynasty. After enjoying the convenience of modern transportation, we can understand the difficulty of traveling for the ancients. Add to that the restrictions on women in ancient society, and that's even more difficult.

This is the first time that Mao Tongtong has revealed his desire to travel all over the country in front of the eighth master, which surprised the eighth master.

"Tongtong, even as a man, it's not where you want to go." The eighth master said: "Although men and women are freer, their responsibilities are also heavier. family, future, and wife and children. That kind of chic wandering the world is not something that everyone can have. ”

"Uh......" Mao Tongtong had nothing to say now.

The eighth master's words are not unreasonable. Take the eighth master himself, being a prince is already extremely rich and noble. But he is also restricted most of the time, and it is impossible for him to leave Beijing casually.

"Maybe one day I can go out for a walk with you and see this great river and mountain." The eighth master took Mao Tongtong's hand and said.

"Are you serious?" Mao Tongtong's eyes lit up.

"If the fourth brother is willing to let me go in advance." Eight Masters said.

"Then I'm not looking forward to it yet." Mao Tongtong was suddenly disinterested.

For such a capable assistant as the eighth master, is the fourth master willing to let go? It's not hard to exploit yet!

"Tongtong, don't be discouraged so quickly!" The eighth master couldn't cry or laugh, "When the thirteenth and fourteenth brothers practice for a few more years, they can be let go." ”

"That's for the best, of course." Mao Tongtong said with a smile. This can still be had.

Leisurely days always go by quickly. After Mao Tongtong brewed five jars of osmanthus wine and learned to make osmanthus candy, half of the holiday passed.

The sunset on the horizon was very beautiful in the evening, Mao Tongtong took the eighth master and took the two children for a walk together. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of several people long, reflected on the ridges of the fields, and slowly merged together.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard.

The eighth master and Mao Tongtong both looked into the distance, "Is there something going on in Beijing?" Mao Tongtong muttered.

The eighth master didn't speak, and squinted to see the man riding a horse to the gate of Zhuangzi.

"Master, why don't we go back and have a look?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Don't worry, I'll naturally find something over." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong had a bad premonition in her heart, thinking that this holiday would probably be in the soup in advance.

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