The winter afternoon sun is warm, shining on the body drowsy. Mao Tongtong asked people to move a chaise longue in the courtyard, covered with a thin blanket and closed their eyes to recuperate.

There is an occasional sound of the wind blowing the leaves in the ears, mixed with a faint unknown fragrance, which makes people more and more reluctant to open their eyes.

"Master."

Someone called softly, it seemed to be Qingzhu's voice.

Mao Tongtong didn't want to answer, he just wanted to sleep in this warm sun.

"Master." Qingzhu didn't give up, and called twice.

"Huh? What's the matter? She didn't open her eyes.

"Master, the emperor decreed that the uncle should go to Yunnan to be the governor." Qingzhu whispered.

"What?" Mao Tongtong suddenly sobered up, and the whole person bounced up from the chair, "When did you give the order?" Is it the words that the eldest brother let people pass on? ”

"It was the will that was just made." Qingzhu Road.

"How do you go to Yunnan?" Mao Tongtong frowned, "That's a remote place." There are also many natural disasters every year. She still remembered that the eighth master went to disaster relief last year.

Qingzhu naturally couldn't answer. The holy will is something that her little slave can figure out.

"Prepare the car, I want to go back to my mother's house." Mao Tongtong said.

"Master, don't you want to talk to the prince?" Qingzhu asked cautiously.

"You're back?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"The prince is on the side of the year!" Qingzhu Road.

"Year side Fujin?" Mao Tongtong frowned again, "Why did you go to her?" ”

"Fujin is pregnant, and the prince is going to visit. Don't you remember? Qingzhu looked at Mao Tongtong in surprise.

"Pregnant?" Mao Tongtong was stunned, wasn't Nian's grounded by the eighth master? How can you get pregnant? Could it be that the eighth master secretly went to her to be lucky? Impossible! The eighth master rests in her yard every night!

"Qingzhu, are you mistaken?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"How could a slave be mistaken?" Qingzhu hurriedly said: "After the prince came back from the next dynasty, he specially asked people to talk about it. ”

"That's not right!" Mao Tongtong shook her head, looked at Qingzhu, and looked around again, it was obviously Yile Yuan that she was familiar with, why was it wrong?

"Is Fujin grounded?" Mao Tongtong looked at Qingzhu.

"Grounded? Nope! Qingzhu looked surprised.

Mao Tongtong chuckled in his heart, and asked again, "Then, is there a blessing in our house?" ”

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Qingzhu couldn't help but show worry on his face, and said, "The Jifujin in our house won't enter the mansion until next year." ”

"Ji, Jifujin?" Mao Tongtong was dumbfounded. Has she crossed over again? Why is there a successor to Fujin! A few days ago, the eighth master said that he would not marry Jifujin in the future!

"yes, it was selected in this draft!" Qingzhu replied, looked at Mao Tongtong worriedly, and finally couldn't help but say, "Master, you, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"No, I'm not uncomfortable!" Mao Tongtong's face turned a little pale, and he was even more panicked in his heart. If she crosses over again, will the eighth master still be the eighth master?

"Then is the master going to talk to the prince about going back to his parents' house?" Qingzhu asked again.

Mao Tongtong looked at the green bamboo in front of her, and her appearance was not half a point different, but it made her feel strange!

Shaking her head, she sat back down, ready to sort out her current situation. How can it be so good that the world has changed again?

However, before she could figure it out, the eighth master came.

"Why does Tongtong look at Ye like this?" The eighth master still smiled gently, and his tone of voice was also doting.

Mao Tongtong didn't know what mood he was in for a while, and wanted to lean into the arms of this eighth master to seek comfort, but he was afraid of getting close to this eighth master.

Seeing that she was standing differently, the eighth master frowned slightly, and walked over to take her hand, "Tongtong, what's wrong?" ”

Mao Tongtong subconsciously took a step back.

The eighth master was stunned for a moment and said, "Tongtong is angry?" Nian's pregnancy was hard, and the master just went over to take a look. ”

"I," Mao Tongtong only said one word, but he didn't know what to say again.

"Really angry?" The eighth master hugged her directly this time and said, "I didn't expect her to get pregnant once." Lord promises you, you won't go in the future. You're too jealous. ”

Mao Tongtong's whole body stiffened, and he had an urge to escape.

This eighth master still spoils her very much, but she feels uncomfortable. Thinking so, the body has reacted more honestly. She actually reached out and pushed the eighth master out.

"Tongtong!" The eighth master looked at her in shock, and the green bamboo and green plum on the side were also frightened.

"You're not a master!" Mao Tongtong said.

"Tongtong, what do you say!" The eighth master was stunned.

Mao Tongtong shook his head desperately, as if this was the only way to get rid of the current scene.

"Tongtong, Tongtong, Tongtong......" There seemed to be a faint but gentle and doting voice coming from afar.

"Master?" Holding his head, Mao Tongtong muttered.

"It's me." The voice answered softly.

Mao Tongtong was scared, but slowly opened his eyes with a little expectation. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the eighth master's face was close at hand.

"Let you drink two glasses less at night and don't listen, you'll be so drunk that you'll have nightmares." The eighth master said reproachful words, but his tone was so gentle and spoiled that it made people's hearts feel relieved.

"Master?" Mao Tongtong screamed in disbelief.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" The eighth master nodded her forehead with a smile and said with a smile: "Are you so drunk that you don't know the master?" ”

"Is it really a master?" Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master fixedly and asked again.

"I'm so drunk!" The eighth master couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, and said, "Who else can it be?" ”

"Woo woo, what a master!" Mao Tongtong reached out and hugged the eighth master's neck and cried.

"Yo, what's going on?" The eighth master was almost collapsed on the bed by her sudden hug, and finally stabilized his body, but found that Mao Tongtong was very hard, which made him almost out of breath.

"Woo woo, I thought I wouldn't see my master!" Mao Tongtong whimpered.

She realized that she had just had a dream. Although the eighth master in the dream is also gentle, although he also spoils her. But in such a short period of time, she could still feel that the eighth master was not the eighth master in front of her! She couldn't tell where this judgment came from, but she had a very clear feeling in her heart.

"Hasn't you been there all the time, why can't you see it? What is this dreaming about? The eighth master patted her back lightly and coaxed patiently.

"I dreamed that my lord married Ji Fujin, and Fu Jin was also pregnant with a child, and my brother was thrown to a very remote place. Ye also said that I was jealous! It is said that there are thoughts and dreams every day, and Mao Tongtong realized that some of the worries in her heart were reflected when she said the things in the dream.

"What a silly girl." The eighth master was funny and distressed, and his voice became more and more gentle.

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