Chapter 250 Reminder

Su Xin placed the small wooden barrel containing warm tea on the long table against the wall, retreated quietly, and closed the lattice door of the inner room.

The room immediately became quiet, and the sound of the night watchman's drum could be clearly heard in the distance.

Song Mo asked Dou Zhao: "What did Princess Ningde and Old Madam Lu tell you?"

Today, one of them followed Song Yichun to entertain the male guests, and the other followed Grandma Lu to entertain the female guests. Although they knew where each other was, they didn't even have a chance to talk.

Among the female relatives who were recognized as relatives, Princess Ningde was the most noble and Madam Lu was the most respected. If Dou Zhao could gain the recognition of Princess Ningde or Madam Lu, it would be of great benefit to her future dealings with noble families and interactions with relatives.

"They didn't say anything special." Dou Zhao smiled, "It was just some gossip." She could sense that Song Mo valued the Lu family, so she told Song Mo that Princess Ningde and Old Lady Lu had invited her to their home, "... and they'll send me an invitation when the time comes."

Song Mo was in a good mood.

Princess Ningde and Madam Lu were both the kind of people who seemed amiable but were actually very distant at heart. It was not easy to identify with them, and it was even more difficult to be invited to their homes by them.

"It seems that the two old people like you very much!" Song Mo smiled, and remembered that when his mother was alive, she was also loved by the two old people, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

How nice it would be if mother were still alive!

Thinking back to the past, my mother once praised Dou Zhao for his intelligence. If she knew that I had married Dou Zhao, she would like him as much as Princess Ningde and Madam Lu, right?

He thought back to that day under the grape trellis.

His mother asked him, "How old is the girl you met in Zhending?"

But he blurted out, "She's already engaged..."

Many nights after that, he quietly asked himself how could he suddenly blurt out such an inappropriate statement?

But before he found the answer, his third uncle passed away.

What followed was a period of chaos and disorder.

His little thoughts became insignificant and were forgotten at some point.

Thinking about it now... could it be that I had developed strange feelings towards Dou Zhao at that time?

The thought flashed through his mind and Song Mo was shocked.

He couldn't help but look up at Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao wore a crescent-colored satin middle-length gown and was leaning against a large purple-red Zhangjiang pillow. Her jet-black hair was neatly tied into a bun. The bun was a bunch of black hair that looked thick and rich. One could tell at a glance that she had great hair.

I wonder what it would look like if it dispersed.

The image of Dou Zhao lying on the bed with her long, shiny black hair appeared in Song Mo's mind.

The black is her black hair, the white is her face, the purple is her pillow... The colors are extremely rich, revealing a bit of seductiveness, and they hit Song Mo's heart directly, making his heart surge like waves hitting the shore, unable to control himself. Suddenly, he seemed to be in a blazing fire, his face was burning, and Dou Zhao was the flame...

He quickly turned his head and said, "Mr. Yan discussed with me the day before yesterday that he would bring people from Yizhitang to visit you the day after our wedding. I wanted to introduce everyone from Yizhitang to you, but I was afraid that my father would send someone to urge us to go to the ancestral hall early in the morning, so I changed the time to after the return visit. I have taken five days off and will go to the palace to be on duty the day after tomorrow afternoon, so I happen to have half a day the day after tomorrow morning. Before that, let's go to my mother's grave and kowtow..." Song Mo's mind was blank and he didn't know what he was saying.

The relationship between Song Mo and Song Yichun must be very tense, but if he needs to introduce his subordinates to himself without Song Yichun's knowledge, then it must be not just those who work in Yizhitang, but may even include those secret forces that enable Song Mo to compete with Song Yichun.

Dou Zhao was very surprised and a little moved.

Song Mo's action showed that he not only regarded her as his wife, but also as his like-minded partner.

But thinking about how Song Mo had just turned his head to look at her and then quickly turned away, while he had spoken a lot of nonsense and had a blush from his ears to his cheeks, she couldn't help but feel angry and amused. The seriousness that he wanted to introduce his subordinates to her disappeared in an instant.

I was dressed neatly, but just a glance like that could make me blush. What would I do in the future?

She thought that although Yizhitang had seven or eight maids, they were all maids who did rough work, while Song Mo was served by servants. She felt relieved and took advantage of his conversation to throw on a jacket and said with a smile, "There is a long way to go. There is no need to rush. If time is short, you can see your subordinates later. Anyway, I have dealt with Mr. Yan more than once or twice. With Mr. Yan's help, daily affairs will not be difficult." She was thinking that early this morning, before dawn, Song Yichun sent a woman who called herself "Madame Lu" to urge her and Song Mo to go to the ancestral hall.

Fortunately, she had developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early with her grandmother. She had already gotten up when Nanny Lu came. Otherwise, everyone in the Duke of England's mansion would probably be talking about how lazy she was.

It seems that Song Yichun did not set his sights on the temple just because he was a man, but stayed in the inner house...

Although this incident exposed Song Yichun's narrow-mindedness, it also served as a reminder to Dou Zhao.

She needs to be more careful in the future!

"This is the first time that Princess Ningde and Madam Lu have met me. They like me, it must be because of you." Dou Zhao smiled, "Have you been favored by Princess Ningde and Madam Lu since you were a child?" When she said this, she suddenly realized that with the decline of the Jiang family, the elders of the Lu family became the only ones who could morally suppress Song Yichun!

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she suppressed her excitement and said, "My Lord, I wonder what Princess Ningde and Madam Lu like? We are visiting the Lu family, so we should pick out some gifts that the two old ladies like! This time, Princess Ningde gave me a pair of bracelets as a gift, and Madam Lu gave me a pair of jeweled necklaces as a gift. They are both very valuable. We must not neglect the two old ladies!"

Song Mo's education and position since childhood made him understand that the struggle in the temple would affect life and death. He did not take his father's little actions seriously. Sometimes he felt annoyed, but he was too lazy to argue with his father too much, let alone use Princess Ningde and Madam Sun to suppress his father - if he wanted to suppress his father, he would only ask Lu Fuli to come forward.

He also thought that Dou Zhao wanted to make friends with the Song family's relatives because she had just married into the Song family.

Song Mo couldn't help but feel relieved of a heavy burden.

Dou Zhao probably didn't notice his abnormality!

"If you want to know, you can ask Mr. Yan to check it for you." He quickly calmed down and smiled nonchalantly, "I haven't noticed what the two old ladies like. Especially Princess Ningde, who grew up in the inner court, it's hard to know her preferences."

Dou Zhao asked Song Mo, "I heard that when the emperor eats, no matter whether he likes the food or not, he only takes three bites of each dish with his chopsticks to prevent others from poisoning him. Is that true?"

She looked at Song Mo, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Song Mo laughed, but felt extremely warm in his heart: "Who told you that? It's nonsense! The emperor and the concubines with status in the inner court have their own small kitchens. Everyone usually eats in the small kitchen. The dishes in the dining room are just for decoration."

"I saw it in a wild history book." Dou Zhaoxiang was talking to Su Xin and the others, lying on the big pillow when he felt comfortable. "So, it's not all made up? Because the author of the book said that the emperor usually didn't have enough to eat, so he ate in the small kitchen privately."

Dou Zhao lay on the pillow with his head tilted, one side of his face was red from being pressed. He looked less dashing than usual, but more playful, which he had never seen before. Song Mo found him very interesting.

He leaned on his arm, looked at Dou Zhao, and said with a smile: "You said that, I didn't say that."

"You are such a boring person!" Dou Zhao joked with him, "Don't you ever make mistakes?"

The atmosphere in the room became very warm.

Song Mo's heart also softened.

"Hmm..." He pretended to be thoughtful and said, "I don't know if I talk in my sleep..."

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly there was a loud "bang".

Dou Zhao was shocked.

Song Mo had already jumped up, and his body was very agile.

They both listened with bated breath.

There was a whistling sound outside the window, accompanied by the sound of the window sashes being blown by the wind.

The two couldn't help but smile at each other.

"It's windy!" Song Mo put on his coat, "I'll go take a look."

"Be careful." Dou Zhao said, "With such strong winds, the weather may change tomorrow. Tell them to be careful that the strong winds don't blow down the trees or collapse the roofs."

The British palace is full of big trees.

"Okay!" Song Mo smiled, went out and called Su Xin who was on duty to come and accompany Dou Zhao, and called Chen He himself, but he didn't know where he went.

Dou Zhao lay on the bed, listening to the strong winds blowing outside. He felt as if he was hiding in a sturdy ship. No matter how windy and rainy it was, there would always be people to protect him and wake him up when he was in danger. He would not have to worry about sinking with the ship.

She fell asleep in a daze.

Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear someone saying beside her: "...Don't wake her up, let her have a good sleep!"

When I woke up the next day, it was indeed windy and rainy outside.

Song Mo had already woken up and was sitting on the kang looking at something. Seeing her wake up, he smiled and said, "It's a good thing you reminded me yesterday that the century-old sycamore tree over in the flower hall has broken down." He sighed, "The middle of the tree is completely empty."

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "I'm most afraid of this kind of century-old tree. It looks thick and strong, but it's completely hollow in the middle. I don't know when it will fall down." She said, sighing, "It's a pity that I have to go back home today. I don't know if the road will be easy to walk on."

"I've already asked someone to explore the way." Song Mo said with a smile, "Hurry up and wash up. We'll go greet our father and then go to Jing'an Temple Hutong."