Holding the eighth master tightly, smelling the familiar smell of his body, and listening to the gentle whispers in his ears, Mao Tongtong's flustered heart slowly settled down.

"Dreams are all reversed, didn't these things happen?" The eighth master laughed softly.

"Hmm." Nodding, Mao Tongtong buried his entire face in the neck of the eighth master.

"Okay, get up and drink a bowl of porridge, it's almost time." Eight Masters said.

"It's all time?" Mao Tongtong was surprised.

"yes. You're so drunk that you didn't eat anything for dinner. This will be just when you wake up, drink some porridge to warm your stomach, so as not to feel uncomfortable tomorrow morning. "The eighth master said.

Mao Tongtong came out of the arms of the eighth master, and said very embarrassedly: "I'll eat by myself, go to sleep, you have to go to court early tomorrow." ”

"It's fine. I'm awake left and right, so I'll be with you. The eighth master smiled.

After Qingzhu let the kitchen make hot porridge, and the two of them used it together, the time passed.

Thinking of the drunkenness of the night, Mao Tongtong couldn't help blushing again. She relied on her good drinking, and drank a few more glasses in the evening. But after all, I drank a little too much in the afternoon, and when I indulged in it in the evening, I was really drunk this time. She didn't know how she got back to Yile Garden, thinking that it was the eighth master who brought her back all the way.

It's been a bit too forgetful lately. Fortunately, the eighth master is still blindly tolerant, and has never had a trace of impatience. Looking at the eighth master who was already snoring slightly, Mao Tongtong couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look at his sleeping face.

Seeing that the two of them are going through ten years, she is not tired of the men around her, but loves more and more deeply.

I thought that the two had different identities, and there was a three-hundred-year generation gap, so there would be many differences and places that needed to be run-in. But when I really get along, I find that these worries are unnecessary. He is tolerant enough, and she also knows how to advance and retreat, and then exchange sincerity for sincerity, this love is getting deeper and deeper.

"I really love you." Mao Tongtong muttered softly: "If you change your mind in the future, I really won't be able to stand it." ”

I want to swear that I promise not to be moved, but I just live like this. But how can people's feelings be controlled? A heart has fallen unconsciously.

A wave of sleepiness hit, Mao Tongtong couldn't help yawning, leaned on the eighth master's shoulder and closed his eyes.

The dream is indeed reversed.

Within a few days, Mao Mingxuan's appointment came down. I didn't go to remote Yunnan, but to Hubei, the land of fish and rice. It's a wealthy location.

With the appointment, Mao Mingxuan is about to set off again.

Mao's Mansion is lively again. It's just that the wine table on this day is somewhat sad.

"Brother, is it three years this time?" Mao Tongtong asked.

"Hmm." Mao Mingxuan nodded lightly. In fact, the emperor said that he hoped that he could be on his own as soon as possible, I am afraid that it will be more than half a year!

Speaking of which, being a feudal official outside the capital has more real power in the capital and is more able to make his own decisions. Mao Mingxuan has been away for so many years, and he really doesn't want to return to Beijing.

I used to want to support Mao Tongtong, so I worked hard to climb. And now the eighth master is very fond of Mao Tongtong, and there is no need for him to stay in Beijing. He must be able to be a first-class member outside, and he will also have a deterrent to the eighth master.

"The emperor is heavy, you can go well. In the capital, I take care of it. "The eighth master said.

The Mao family has a thin population, and Mao Mingxuan and Mao Tongtong are two brothers and sisters. And because Mao Chengyun insisted on taking Chen Shiren with him in his early years, he had an unpleasant quarrel with his family, and he had no contact with him over the years. The best relationship between the Chen family is Uncle Chen, who is an official in the capital. Two years ago, Mao Tongtong's maternal grandfather and grandmother went, and Chen and his younger siblings in the family faded away.

When the eighth master said this, it was actually another kind of support for Mao Mingxuan. He really thinks of himself as a family, that's why he says so.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" Mao Mingxuan arched his hand.

As the only son in the family, he should have taken on the responsibility of honoring his parents, but now he lost it all to Mao Tongtong, which is really a loss.

"You can be your official with peace of mind, your mother and I are okay, and we don't have to worry about it at home." Mao Carrier Road.

After Chen's serious illness that year, he slowly recovered in the past two years.

"Eniang, why don't you let Furong accompany you for a few more days." Mao Mingxuan said: "I just passed, and it still needs time to settle down over there." ”

"It's because you just went there that you should let Fleur follow, no one helps you with it, where can you take care of it!" Chen Shi hurriedly said: "If you leave Furong in Beijing, she is not at ease, so it is better to go together." ”

"Okay then." Mao Mingxuan nodded and said, "When Ama and Eniang are free, they can also come to stay." ”

After sending Mao Mingxuan's family away, Mao Tongtong's heart suddenly felt a little empty.

She didn't think she was a person who liked to be boisterous. But the days when Mao Mingxuan returned to Beijing made her feel that it was good for a large family to get together often. This is something she can't experience in the Eight Masters' Mansion.

Although she occasionally plays leaf cards with Zhang, Liu, and Tong Jia, they are a little cautious in front of her after all. Even when you are at your most open, you will not forget your identity.

But it's different with family. Say whatever you want. You can reminisce about the past together, or you can imagine the future together. It seems to have returned to the garrison in Yangzhou.

This is the warmest time she remembers after coming to the Qing Dynasty. Because it is too short, it makes people have infinite aftertaste. Now that I have revisited it and lost it, I feel a little uncomfortable.

But the sorrow of separation will always be healed by time. She has her own lover, two children, and a big family to take care of, and she has no time to think about anything else after being busy.

Happy and ordinary days always pass very quickly. Time has passed, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.

This year, the northwest frontier was invaded again, and the general stationed in the fourteenth master suddenly fell ill, and the fourth master had to send someone to take over. The eighth and tenth masters took the initiative to ask for help.

"Is there no one in the court? Why did you take the initiative to ask for help? Mao Tongtong was puzzled.

The eighth master has not had a battlefield for many years, and this rash move really made her feel uneasy.

"I don't worry about the tenth brother!" The eighth master said: "After I go, I will arrange for someone to send the fourteenth brother back." ”

"Master said he wouldn't be separated from me again." Mao Tongtong pulled the corner of the eighth master's clothes and said in a low voice.

The eighth master's expression was stunned, and he was speechless for a while. He's going to break his promise again.

"Why did the emperor agree? Isn't the Thirteenth Master also able to lead troops to fight? Mao Tongtong muttered.

"In terms of battlefield experience, the thirteenth brother is not as good as me." The eighth master said: "I have been to the Northwest Military Camp, and I am also familiar with the two deputy generals of the fourteenth brother, so it is easier to take over in the past." "The eighth master said.

"Anyway, I'm definitely going, right?" Mao Tongtong raised his head again, and his eyes were already red.

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