Many years later, when Mao Mingxuan and the eighth master played chess and drank tea together, they learned the truth that the eighth master was not desperate. At that moment, he couldn't help but be moved. Unexpectedly, so early, the eighth master already had such a deep affection for his sister.

In the years when the eighth master was down, he also stood still, but he did not have half a point of impetuousness, but did things more thoroughly, so that people could not find a trace of mistakes. What he thinks is very simple, he doesn't want to rely on the eighth master to develop, but he must not hold back the eighth master.

Because he knows that a prince who has failed to compete for the throne, even if he is grounded and seizes power, it cannot be regarded as a relief. Once the new emperor ascends the throne, it may be the time to settle accounts after the autumn. Whenever something goes wrong with him, he may be liquidated on the head of the eighth master in the future.

And the eighth master's life is directly related to Mao Tongtong's life! Therefore, he did not dare to slack off!

So a lot of things seem to be doomed. Even if he failed to go further in those years, he was not suppressed, probably because he was not shocked and never slackened.

Then the former prince died of a sudden illness, and the fourth master became the new prince, and he was reused.

At that time, many people didn't know that the fourth master could ascend to the position of the crown prince and the eighth master. Because Kangxi is still in power, the eighth master is still the son who was disliked.

It wasn't until the fourth master ascended the throne and the eighth master returned to the court that it was a big surprise.

Mao Mingxuan also admired the eighth master at that time! Under the circumstances at that time, the eighth master should be decisive to make a move to support the fourth master. And the eighth master can get the trust of the fourth master, and he can still be reused after ascending the throne, which shows that the relationship between the two before is not ordinary.

After that, he slowly stopped worrying about Mao Tongtong.

After experiencing the entry of Changfu Jin into the mansion, the status of the side Fu Jin into the mansion is not low, and Mao Tongtong's favored status has not been shaken in the slightest. He saw the sincerity of the eighth master from this, and he also believed that his sister had said it well for so many years.

After many years of worry, he finally let go, and he was shocked to realize that his heart was a little empty.

The little girl he had been silently trying to take care of for many years finally didn't need him anymore.

That night, the bright moon hung high, and he sat under the osmanthus tree, drinking alone to the moon, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

"Master, it's cold at night, let's go inside." Fleur came out of the house, with the same indifferent smile on her face as usual, and only a pair of eyes as bright as ever, as if she could see through the moonlight.

He was a little stunned, and didn't speak for a while, just watched Fleur slowly come over, sat down across from him, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"If the master is not happy, I will accompany the master to have a drink. Drinking alone is more worrying. ”

"Furong, I want to go back to Beijing." He spoke slowly, recognizing the fragility in his voice.

On weekdays, he is not an emotionally exposed person. No matter how difficult it is, he is used to burying it in his heart alone. For the longing for home, for Mao Tongtong's concern, he has never declared it. And that night, he suddenly had the urge to talk.

"Master misses Tongtong." Fleur chuckled softly.

He still remembers how shocked he was. It's just that simple sentence, and he has nothing to hide.

"The master has been concerned for so many years, if you don't see it with your own eyes, this heart is always unsteady." Fleur said softly.

He was stunned on the spot, as if he immediately understood what the faint uneasiness in his heart was after the emptiness.

It was Fleur who saw through him and knew that he had been uneasy in his heart.

That night was also the first time he revisited his wife.

Furong was born in a family of military generals, has a hearty temperament, and does not look like an ordinary pretentious woman. So when the family arranged for the two to get married, although he had no affection, he still nodded and agreed. After marriage, the two have been living well, and they have never blushed together. There is his care for Fleur, as well as Fleur's forbearance and accommodation to him.

He and Fleur have entered into family affection before the love between men and women is born, which is his own conclusion on the marriage between the two. He thinks it's good, and if they are harmonious, they can be regarded as a loving couple.

He has been an official for many years, but he has never taken a concubine. Not only because he has never been tempted by others, but also because he is not a lustful man, and he doesn't want to get a concubine back to make Fleur sad and break the warm atmosphere at home.

But he never thought about whether Fleur was the same for him!

The woman with a hearty temperament in his eyes and not twisting and pinching also has a delicate heart. She actually knew what was going on in his mind all along. It's just that he never said it, and she never mentioned it, just silently accompanied him.

If it weren't for him, how would Fleur understand him?

For so many years, in fact, he has failed Fleur's heart, and he thinks that it is good for the two to live a good life with this family relationship.

"Fleur, for so many years, I ......" When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly didn't know what to say. The throat rolled, but it seemed to be blocked by something, and the wine that had just been swallowed was hot and spicy in the chest, making people can't help but heat up their eyes.

"I don't have to say anything, sir." Fleur still smiled shallowly, "It's my blessing to be able to marry my master." I also want to be Tongtong and wait for my lord to take me back to Beijing to meet her. ”

"Okay." After a while, he only spat out one word.

He looked at Fleur, at the shallow smile on her face, at her eyes as bright as the moon in the sky, and suddenly felt that there was no need to say anything.

Later, Eniang died, he returned to Beijing to worry, and the brothers and sisters got together again, and he saw with his own eyes how the eighth master took care of Mao Tongtong, and his heart fell to the ground completely.

After the ups and downs of officialdom for decades, although he no longer had that obsession, he had someone he wanted to care for more.

Years later, when he stepped down from his position as Minister of War and Aircraft with gray temples, he took Fleur's hand and walked through the garden, occasionally reminiscing about the past when he was young, and he couldn't help but laugh.

There are only three women he cares about the most in his life. One is the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, the other is the sister he watched from being born to care for him from childhood to adulthood, and the last one is the wife who accompanied him to old age and gave him children. Three women, three different feelings, occupy a large part of his life.

The Chen family is no longer there, Mao Tongtong also has someone to take care of her, and Furong is the one who accompanies him to the end.

When he stepped down from the court and took off the official uniform of the first-class officer, he was just the husband of the woman next to him and the father of their children.

Now that he has gray temples, his favorite thing to do is to walk through the garden in the early morning sunshine holding the hands of Hibiscus, who also has gray temples next to him.

Maybe he once missed something, but now he only has cherishing in his heart.