Accept it?

Dou Zhao would of course accept it with a smile.

She refused to accept it with a smile. If Song Mo misunderstood her as being careless and kept her in mind, she felt that she would not be able to sleep well.

"Obedience is worse than respect." She stood up and bowed to Song Mo with a smile, "Please say 'thank you' to your mother for me!"

"You're welcome, Miss Fourth Dou." Song Mo smiled, his jade-like face appearing even brighter and more moist in the dim hall.

No wonder so many people like to watch him!

Dou Zhao muttered to himself and smiled as he watched Song Mo's followers carrying things in and out.

How many "small gifts" did he bring?

Looking at the gift boxes piled up like a mountain, Dou Zhao felt a bit of a headache.

But she was determined not to say a word to Song Mo - it would be better not to say anything, but saying more would be wrong, because who knows which words would touch his nerves. She felt that there was no need for her to do so, and she didn't need to rack her brains to guess Song Mo's reaction. Anyway, one of them was in Kyoto and the other in Zhending. Once this matter was settled, there would be no relationship between them.

Dou Zhao sat there leisurely drinking tea.

Although Song Mo felt that glancing at someone out of the corner of the eye was a cowardly and rude behavior, he still couldn't help but glance at Dou Zhao out of the corner of his eye.

It's really... rare to find someone who can remain so calm in front of him!

He thought of that rainy day.

Her bright eyes and confident smile...

How did she do it?

I learned from a famous teacher when I was young, so I am calmer and more self-controlled than most people.

She was only one or two years older than me, raised in a secluded family, and had never been out of Zhending County... And what about the uncle incident? How could she think of defiling herself? Not to mention my grandmother and mother, even my father and the family's staff were not sure which strategy would work...

Song Mo suddenly became curious about the girl in front of him.

Who did she read the book with?

Is Chen Qushui really just her accountant?

Also, her father and stepmother were in Kyoto, but her half sister lived with her in Zhending. Did her stepmother really entrust her and her sister to the care of the second lady of Dongdou because of poor health and inability to take care of the family, as she claimed to the outside world?

There seem to be many mysteries surrounding her!

He was a little impatient to know everything about her.

Song Mo couldn't help but say, "When I came here, my grandmother, Mrs. Mei, asked me to say 'thank you' to you on her behalf. Thank you for saving the women of the Jiang family."

Dou Zhao was surprised.

She guessed that Song Mo would tell his mother about this when he returned, but she didn't expect Jiang to tell Mrs. Mei about this.

Song Mo looked at it and felt inexplicably happy, as if he had answered the teacher's question correctly when he was a child and received praise from his mother.

He smiled and said, "My mother was very happy to see your plan work. She told my grandmother that she had found a female kudzu. It's a pity that the timing is wrong, otherwise she would have toasted you with a glass of wine, which would have been a good story." As he spoke, his smile faded a little. "When I came, my grandmother asked me to tell you a message, saying that she should have thanked you very much, but she was an unlucky person, and she didn't want to cause you any trouble for fear of getting you into trouble." His expression changed. He became a little bitter, "You may not know what you have done... When my grandmother heard that my uncle had passed away, she asked someone to prepare poison - if the women in the family were exiled, they would either become official prostitutes or military prostitutes, and would be unable to live or die. Moreover, those people would shout that this is the woman from so-and-so's family to attract customers, and the lower the status of the person, the more they like her..." At this point, he couldn't go on, and his voice choked again.

They probably never thought that they would be killed by the whole family, right?

After King Liao ascended the throne, several once-powerful noble families were wiped out.

This kind of thing happened during the reign of Emperor Taizu.

Almost all the people in Kyoto ran to watch the excitement.

She had heard the maids say it.

There were too many people, and the executioner's knife was bent and his hands were exhausted when he was chopping off the heads. Sometimes he had to chop several times to kill the person. The person being chopped was bloody and the people waiting for the execution watched their young daughters or even pregnant daughters-in-law die tragically. Most people would collapse. Some would kowtow to the executioner and even shout that they would expose the crimes of their fathers and brothers, just to get a quick death. All negative emotions were revealed, and not to mention dignity, they did not even have the minimum moral bottom line.

If she were Mrs. May, she would also lead all the women in her family to commit suicide.

"Stop talking!" Dou Zhao's chest was filled with a foul breath. She stared at Song Mo, "Why are you telling me this? I don't like to hear it!"

yes!

Why am I telling her all this?

She is still a young lady who has not yet married!

Song Mo couldn't help feeling a little shocked.

Or maybe it’s because I also feel a breath of relief in my heart.

I didn't notice it when I was busy helping my grandmother, aunt, and cousins ​​pack their bags, but when I had some free time, I couldn't help it anymore.

He looked at Dou Zhao's disgusted expression and suddenly thought that she was very beautiful when she stared at him.

His big eyes were bright and lively, his long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked very impatient.

Yes, it is impatience.

It wasn't fear, horror, or suspicion, but just as she said, because she didn't like it and was impatient to hear it.

Frank, straightforward, and fearless...so even in such a dire situation, she was able to plan calmly and rationally, and was able to force him to surrender without any hesitation.

Could it be that in his heart, he had already determined that she was someone who would not be frightened by him?

Song Mo looked at Dou Zhao with a strange look in his eyes.

Dou Zhao's heart suddenly started pounding.

Why did Song Mo look at her like that?

Did he discover something?

Or did you think of something related to her?

No matter which one it was, she really didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Dou Zhao asked him, "Have you had lunch?"

Song Mo was slightly stunned.

This change of topic was both abrupt and abrupt.

He couldn't help but look up at the sun outside.

It seemed like there was still more than half an hour left before noon.

He thought that the person he was talking to was Dou Zhao, so he didn't think the question was stupid, so he said tactfully: "The food in the farm is delicious!"

No matter whether it tasted good or not, she just didn't want to stay here and listen to him continue talking about the Jiang family.

The more you know, the harder it is to get out of it.

Dou Zhao smiled and stood up: "Mr. Mei is a distinguished guest. It's rare for him to come here. The products in Zhende are definitely not as rich as those in Kyoto. Fortunately, the ingredients in the farm are fresh. I'll go talk to the kitchen and make some seasonal side dishes for Mr. Mei to try." It's a good opportunity to ask them when they will exchange the hostages. "It would be great if Mr. Chen was here." She sighed and said, "He could also chat with Mr. Mei or play chess with him, so that he wouldn't be alone here."

Song Mo didn't know whether he didn't understand her words or he had no intention of letting Chen Qushui go. Hearing this, his eyes flickered and he smiled, "It doesn't matter. The scenery of this farm is beautiful, and it's like a painting. There are many places to see."

He was worthy of being the powerful minister who enjoyed the emperor's favor for the next twenty years.

Looking out from the main hall, there are two tall ginkgo trees planted on the left and right of the yard, and nothing else.

This is also called beautiful scenery?

This is what is called lying with open eyes!

Dou Zhao was secretly complaining but his face remained calm. He smiled, said a few polite words, then turned and went to the kitchen.

She lingered in the kitchen until almost lunchtime before returning to the living room.

A corner of the hall was filled with Song Mo's "small gifts". Song Mo was standing in front of the piano table by the window in the study, playing with a tank of goldfish on the table.

"You're back!" He clapped his hands and sat on the armchair in front of the piano table, feeling as relaxed and comfortable as if he were at home.

How arrogant!

Dou Zhao muttered to himself, then smiled and greeted him, "It's time to eat."

Song Mo said "Oh".

Ganlu came in with some water to wash his hands.

Plain silk chopsticks.

He glanced at Ganlu and Sujin, and asked Dou Zhao, "What was the name of the maid who took the child from Yu Jian last time?"

"Her name is Sulan." Dou Zhao said. He really wanted to ask whether all the needles in Yu Jian's body had been pulled out.

Song Mo nodded and sat down at the table. Seeing that there was only one set of bowls and chopsticks, he asked curiously, "Don't you want lunch?"

Isn't that asking for trouble?

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "I can eat in the kitchen!" The implication was that it was not convenient for the two of them to eat at the same table.

Song Mo smiled and said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, right?"

Dou Zhao insisted.

Song Mo said nothing more. He saw a lovely green soup and scooped a spoonful.

However, the soup tasted strange as soon as he took a sip. He couldn't help but frown: "What is this?"

"It's okra soup." Dou Zhao smiled and said, "It's wild vegetables from Tianzhuang Mountain. It can clear away heat and detoxify. It can cure ulcers and boils. The weather is hot and you've come all the way from Kyoto. Eating some of this will be good for your health."

Song Mo nodded and drank the soup mouthful by mouthful, as obedient as a child.

Dou Zhao was embarrassed.

She originally wanted to teach Song Mo a lesson...

Dou Zhao fled in panic, had lunch in a small room next to the kitchen, drank tea, and calmed himself down before going to the living room.

Song Mo had a cup of tea at his side, staring at the ginkgo tree outside the window in a daze.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and asked with a smile, "Why do we have two ginkgo trees in the yard?"

Dou Zhao looked over there.

"I don't know either." She laughed. "It seems that these two ginkgo trees have been here since I first came to the farm. I don't know who planted them."

"There are many such unclear things in our family." Song Mo said in a relaxed tone, as if he was going to have a long chat with Dou Zhao. "There is a small hill in our garden, called Cuiyun Ridge. Not far from Cuiyun Ridge is a rockery made of Taihu stones, and the hill is covered with all kinds of vines, called Chui Qing Yue. There is actually a wall built between Cuiyun Ridge and Chui Qing Yue, called 'Yuguan'. It looks very strange, and I don't know which ancestor of our family did this on a whim?"

"Really?" Dou Zhao answered him perfunctorily.

Song Mo stared at her.

A pair of quiet eyes are calm and peaceful, like a thousand-year-old well.

Dou Zhao felt a chill in his heart and forced a smile, "What's wrong?"

Song Mo was silent for a while, then asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Dou Zhao instinctively wanted to say "I'm not afraid", but she immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to draw a clear line between her and Song Mo. After a little thought, she said frankly: "Yes! I am a little afraid of you."

"Is it because I want to kill you?"

no.

Because you killed your father and your brother with your own hands.

But now, none of this has happened yet, and she has no evidence.

"Yes!" was all she could say.

Song Mo lowered his eyelids, his voice sounded a little low: "I'm sorry!" His tone was very sincere, "If that's the case, I apologize to you." He raised his eyelids, his expression serious and earnest, "I solemnly apologize to you."