Chapter 247: The Two Dynasties

Wang Qinghuai is where he is today thanks to his ability to seize opportunities.

Imagine a guy who is not even twenty years old, but has the courage to do such a thing. What will happen to him in a few years when he is more experienced and mentally stronger?

After Wang Qinghuai figured out the key, he decided to use his wife's identity as Dou Zhao's best man at Song Mo's wedding to attend the Song family's recognition banquet.

Mrs. Wang was stunned and said, "This, this is not good, right?"

His wife had a gentle personality, but she was not a woman with strong opinions or brains. Fortunately, no matter whether she understood or not, she would follow his lead in everything, so Wang Qinghuai didn't have to explain everything to his wife.

"What's wrong with that?" He smiled. "Isn't the purpose of weddings and funerals to have a lot of fun? The Song family is not very prosperous. There are not many relatives in such a large main hall. It looks a bit deserted. When Dou comes home, we go to join in the fun. Will Yantang think we are too noisy? Besides, Yantang has helped me make two big deals in the past two years. You know that they are both big deals. This relationship cannot be severed no matter what. Although Dou comes from a famous family, she is the daughter of an official after all. She grew up in Zhending since she was a child. She must not be familiar with the capital. You should spend more time with her now, so that I can often visit Yantang. If there is any deal in the future, I can also get a share of it! In short, it is a matter of all benefits and no harm."

Madam Wang couldn't help but smile and said, "When did the prince become like a businessman? He talks about business all the time! Last night he told me that if I have dealings with the Dou family, I should be more humble, and if I don't have dealings with them, I shouldn't have any dealings with them. But within one night, the prince changed his mind. Not only did he push me over, he also wanted to go and join in the fun for the prince Song..."

Wang Qinghuai and his wife had a good relationship, so he didn't mind Mrs. Wang making fun of him from time to time. But after hearing what his wife said, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Who is willing to use himself to save face for others? But isn't it that he can't afford to offend, but he doesn't dare to hide?

He personally went to the warehouse and selected a set of extremely valuable red gold and red stone gem head ornaments as a gift for Dou Zhao.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang was even more cautious. She put on a bright red long-sleeved jacket, combed her hair into a peony bun, and wore pearl flowers with kingfisher feathers. She also wore five or six pairs of gold, silver, and enamel bracelets on her hands.

Wang Qinghuai frowned and asked, "Is he going to see you? Or is he going to see the bride?"

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, Madam Wang hurriedly changed into a light green jacket with ten kinds of brocade patterns and put on a full set of pearl headdress. After Wang Qinghuai nodded, she got on the carriage with Wang Qinghuai and headed straight for the Duke of England's Mansion.

At the gate, they met Zhang Ximing and his wife.

Wang Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, but soon came forward with a smile on his face.

Zhang Xuming was obviously surprised to see Wang Qinghuai, and asked foolishly, "Why are you here too?"

He is related to the Song family, but Wang Qinghuai has nothing to do with the Song family.

Wang Qinghuai smiled and said, "Don't I want to see Yantang's bride?"

Zhang Xuming laughed loudly and went to the flower hall with Wang Qinghuai.

Mrs. Wang saw that Mrs. Zhang San's face was not good, so she greeted her with concern: "Were you tired yesterday?"

Zhang San's grandmother shook her head. Thinking of Madam Wang's tight-lipped nature, she could not help but complain in a low voice: "You said that I am a commoner, with my grandmother and my parents and my brother and sister-in-law above me, so I could just give Dou a pair of gold hairpins or two emerald flowers at will. But Ji Xian insisted that I give her a golden swing that I had just bought a few days ago as a gift for the meeting. He even said something like, 'It's just a new style from the south. Even the brothels in Kyoto can't make it? How much money did you spend? I'll double it for you!' I was so angry that my hands are still shaking! Tell me, am I a stingy person? Am I not afraid of suppressing my grandmother and my parents and my brother and sister-in-law?"

Mrs. Wang was shocked.

She had also heard about the golden step-shaking swaying ...

She couldn't help but think of the set of headwear she was holding - in comparison, it didn't seem so valuable.

"These are all matters of courtesy and reciprocity. You have taken them out now, but the bride will have to return them in the future." Mrs. Wang was a conciliatory person, and she advised Mrs. Zhang San, "Besides, the bride's dowry is very rich, and I'm afraid she won't even look at the other things. Isn't Mr. Zhang San trying to save face?"

These words helped Zhang San's grandmother to relieve a lot of her depression.

When she entered the flower hall, she found that all the relatives of the Lu family had already arrived. She had to go forward to greet them and introduce them to Madam Wang. Time flew by, and when she was teasing Lu Gui and asking him how many titles he had received yesterday, Song Yichun and Song Mo, who had gone to the ancestral temple to worship their ancestors early in the morning, entered the flower hall.

Grandma Lu hurriedly asked everyone to sit down.

The eyes of the Song family's relatives all fell on Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao wore a red silk shirt with sleeves that a bride would wear. Her dark black hair was tied into a peony bun and she wore a golden phoenix swing. The eyes of the golden phoenix swing were made of rubies. In the mouth was a ruby ​​the size of a bodhi seed. Under the ruby ​​were three strings of rubies the size of soybeans. It was as dazzling as a blazing flame, making it hard for people to look away. But Dou Zhao had eyes that were brighter than the golden swing, which suppressed the brilliance of the ruby. People couldn't help but notice her snow-white skin, long eyebrows, high nose, rosy lips, the moon bells on her ears, the white jade rings on her fingers, and the jade ring around her waist...

She stood straight, with a dash of heroic spirit between her brows, her steps were steady yet light, her figure was graceful yet elegant. She stood side by side with the handsome Song Mo, shining like stars and the moon, with equal brilliance.

Lu Fuli's wife couldn't help cheering in her heart, and whispered to Princess Ningde beside her: "This Dou reminds me of Madam Jiang."

Princess Ningde smiled and said, "Mrs. Jiang was not as calm as Mrs. Dou, and the Duke was not as pretty as Yantang!"

The ladies sitting around them couldn't help but laugh, and one woman even praised them, "What a perfect couple! I haven't seen such a well-matched couple in years!"

Old Lady Lu and Princess Ningde couldn't help but smile and nodded.

Song Maochun's wife Wang and Song Fengchun's wife Li couldn't help but exchange glances.

I didn't expect that the new bride, Mrs. Dou, not only had a generous dowry, but was also so beautiful. Now I can only hope that she is not too smart and capable!

Thinking of this, they both sighed in unison.

Dou Zhao only saw people filling up the hall, and she couldn't help but feel strange.

Didn't they say the Song family had no relatives? Why were there so many people here?

After thinking about it, she still followed the instructions of Grandma Lu seriously, and she and Song Mo kowtowed to Song Yichun and offered tea, and then kowtowed to the empty armchair beside Song Yichun, which represented the Jiang family. In addition to rewarding the two Fenghongs herself, Song Yichun also rewarded Dou Zhao with a set of gold head ornaments and seven or eight pearl and jade ornaments on behalf of the Jiang family. Each piece was glittering with jewels and exquisitely made, and it was obvious that they were not ordinary items.

Song Mo explained in a low voice: "That is the Song family's heirloom."

Dou Zhao smiled at him and took Grandma Lu to meet the relatives of the Song family, matching the names in his mind with the people in front of him one by one, and did not notice the cold light that flashed in Song Mo's eyes.

The Song family also had several items such as a necklace made of colorful gems, a diamond ring the size of a soybean, an emerald pendant the size of a pigeon egg, etc. These were truly rare treasures and were heirlooms that the Song family regarded as treasures, but my father did not take them out.

What does he want to do?

Song Mo's heart was filled with anger, but when he looked up he saw Dou Zhao's smiling face.

Inexplicably, his heart calmed down.

Aren't they just a few pieces of jewellery? If our ancestors could get them, why can't he?

Song Mo's mood gradually calmed down, and he and Dou Zhao saluted the elders together.

However, Dou Zhao saw Wang Qinghuai in the crowd.

She blinked, thinking she had seen the wrong person.

Why is he here?

In her previous life, she had never heard of any relationship between the Wang family and the Song family!

Could it be because the Song family was impoverished at that time?

Dou Zhao was muttering to herself when Song Maochun brought a tall and thin boy to her.

"Tian En, quickly salute your sister-in-law."

Dou Zhao's eyes suddenly widened.

Song Han!

Is this the Song Han who was chopped off his limbs by Song Mo and bled to death in the previous life? !

His facial features are about 50% similar to Song Mo's, especially his face shape and nose, which look like they were printed from the same mold as Song Yichun's. However, his eyes are flickering and he looks listless, as if he has not woken up yet. Compared with the energetic Song Mo, one is on the earth and the other is in heaven. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that the two are brothers.

She couldn't help but look back at Song Mo.

Song Mo was staring at Song Han.

There was a hint of sadness, gloom, helplessness and self-mockery in his eyes.

Two brothers who were once very close to each other were artificially separated by their own father and gradually drifted apart. Is there anything more sad than this in the world?

Dou Zhao gently shook Song Mo's hand.

Song Mo's expression softened a lot.

Song Han bowed his head to Dou Zhao and called her "Sister-in-law" in a low voice.

Dou Zhao gave Song Han the four treasures of the study that he had prepared in advance.

Song Han thanked him in a low voice and hid behind Song Tongchun.

He looked so timid and cowardly, he didn't look like the second master of the British Duke's Mansion at all.

Dou Zhao shook his head secretly.

Then a young nobleman, who was more handsome than a girl and difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, came forward.

"Brother Tianci!" He looked straight at Dou Zhao, seeming a little rude, "This is my sister-in-law, right?" He saluted Dou Zhao, "I am Gu Yu."

Dou Zhao sighed deeply in his heart.

How could she not know Gu Yu, the Earl of Yunyang in her previous life!

The nephew of Empress Dowager Wan, the cousin of the Emperor, and a close friend of Song Mo.

Even when Song Mo was despised by everyone, he still stood firmly by Song Mo's side.