The eighth master took Mao Tongtong to enjoy a rare leisure time on the Zhuangzi, but the subordinates of Mao's mansion stood at the gate of the palace with an anxious face.

"I'm tired of reporting it, the little one has something urgent to see Fujin."

The little eunuch guarding the door was a subordinate who knew that Mao's mansion often came to deliver letters. Seeing him so busy, he said: "The prince took Fujin to Zhuangzi to live, I'm afraid it will take two days to come back!" ”

"Huh? How good is that? Do you know which Zhuangzi it is? The man was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"What the hell is going on?" The little eunuch asked, "If it really doesn't work, I'll let Tong Gege be informed." Wang Ye Fujin is not at home, and Tong Gege is in charge. ”

"Then, let's report the trouble." Someone came busy.

"Hey, wait a minute." The little eunuch soothed and hurriedly ran in.

After a while, the little eunuch came out and led the people into the house.

Knowing that it was a slave in Mao Tongtong's mother's house, Tong Jia's family did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly let people spread it.

"The little one has seen Tong Gege." The person who came to salute, and without waiting for Tong Jiashi to ask, he hurriedly said: "I hope that Tong Gege will inform Fujin sooner that my wife is seriously ill, and I am afraid that it will not work." ”

"What?" Tong Jiashi was taken aback.

The lady in the mouth of the guest is Mao Tongtong's mother. Thinking that not long ago, the Chen family came to see Mao Tongtong and Er, why did he suddenly become so sick that he couldn't do it?

"Okay, I'll send someone to Zhuangzi to deliver the letter." Tong Jiashi hurriedly responded. She didn't dare to delay such a thing.

Regardless of whether the Chen family really can't get through it, what if? If she delays her time here, she can't afford to be responsible.

The person who came got Tong Jia's assurance, and immediately retired.

At this time, Mao was guarding the side of the Chen family, and the man who was five big and three thick on weekdays had a sad face at this time, and even his eyes were red.

"Ma'am." Mao Chengyun held Chen's hand, and his voice was choked.

"Old, sir." Chen gasped, and it was already difficult to speak, "Tong, Tong." Xuan, Xuan'er. ”

"Well, I've already had someone deliver the letter." Mao Chengyun held back the urge to tears, and tried to smile a little: "The children will come back to see you soon." If you take your medicine well, your illness will get better. ”

Chen Shi showed a wry smile on his face, shook his head gently, and said in a low voice, "It's not good." ”

"Madam, I don't want you to say anything discouraged!" Mao Chengyun snorted and held Chen's hand tightly, "Madame promised to accompany the master to grow old!" Madame is not allowed to break her word! ”

Chen looked at Mao Chengyun and wanted to raise his hand to touch Mao's face, but his hand couldn't make it up. She looked at the man in front of her, and her heart was also full of reluctance and discomfort.

Since that year's serious illness, her body has always had a root cause. It's just that it has been well maintained, and after returning to Beijing, I got a lot of nourishing medicine from Mao Tongtong, and it seems that the bones are better. But in fact, the foundation of the loss cannot be made up. So this time he fell ill again, and the son couldn't bear it anymore. Even after asking a few doctors, they all said that there was no way to treat them.

She actually has a number of her sons. Over the past year, she has often felt fatigue and dizziness. But she didn't say anything, just silently arranged something.

For her, her son's husband and wife are harmonious and officialdom is smooth, her son is favored and has a child, and she has no regrets in terms of children. The only thing that can't be put down is the edge

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This man who has been with her for thirty years.

"Sir." Chen called softly.

"My lord is here!" Mao Chengyun hurriedly leaned down, trying to listen to Chen's whisper.

"Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you." As soon as Chen's words came out, his nose couldn't help but be sour, he hurriedly took a breath, and said with a smile: "When I'm gone, let Tongtong give you another reconnect." Children have their own days, and you always have to be taken care of. You're alone, I can't rest assured. ”

She was already very weak. As soon as he finished saying this, the whole person gasped violently.

Mao Chengyun was angry when he heard this, and it could be seen that she was distressed like this, so he hurriedly stroked her mouth, and waited for her to calm down before saying: "If you don't worry about the master, get better quickly!" Don't poke your heart with these words! ”

"Master, you, don't be stubborn." Chen said urgently.

If Mao Mingxuan was an official in the capital, it would be good to say that the father and son could take care of each other when they lived together, and she didn't have to worry about Mao being carried by no one to take care of her. He is a rough man, even if there are people in charge in the house and small servants to serve, but there is no one who knows the cold and the hot, which is always reassuring.

She has occupied this man for the rest of her life, and she wants to occupy it to the end. But she has to take the first step after all, and she can't selfishly let this man live for the rest of her life.

"Madam, shall we not talk about this?" Mao Chengyun frowned, suppressed the pain in his mouth, folded the quilt for Chen, and said softly: "You take medicine and recuperate well, okay?" ”

Chen looked at Mao Cheng steadily, finally sighed, and nodded slightly.

Tong Jiashi asked Xiao Xuzi to send the letter, because he had good horseback riding skills, and he arrived in Zhuangzi in just an hour.

At that time, Mao Tongtong and the eighth master were taking the children to fish by the stream next to the Zhuangzi.

"Lord Wang, Fujin!" Xiao Xuzi jumped off the horse and rushed over.

Several people turned around together, and when they saw that it was Xiao Xuzi, they were all a little strange.

"Is there something going on in the house?" Mao Tongtong said.

The eighth master frowned slightly, put down the fishing rod and stood up. That's what he thinks too. Otherwise, Xiao Xuzi would not be so anxious.

"The slave has seen the prince Fujin!" When Xiao Xuzi arrived, he saluted and said, "Early this morning, the descendants of Fujin's mother's family came to deliver a letter, saying that Mrs. Mao was seriously ill and asked Fujin to come over and have a look." ”

"What?" Mao Tongtong was taken aback, "What did you say?" My mother is sick? How can it be? ”

The eighth master's heart sank. is so sick that he wants to ask Mao Tongtong to go back now, I'm afraid this won't work, right? But if you can drag out the days, you won't rush people to Zhuangzi in such a hurry. He subconsciously hugged Mao Tongtong's waist, afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

"It was Tong Gege who saw it, and then asked the slave to deliver the letter." Xiao Xuzi replied.

Mao Tongtong dared to believe that the Chen family was really sick, and he was going to break free from the eighth master and go back immediately.

"Tongtong, don't panic, let's go back together!" The eighth master said in a deep voice.

"E-niang will be fine, right?" Mao Tongtong looked at the eighth master, and his voice was already crying.

She actually had a vague number in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it at all.

I think that when she came to this strange world, it was Chen's gentleness that allowed her to slowly eliminate the fear of the unknown and start a new life. Now that I think that this person is about to leave her, my heart is full of fierce fear and uneasiness, as well as deep reluctance and sadness.

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