Chapter 254 Depression

Dou Zhao and Song Mo were also on their way home.

She leaned on her elbow and looked at Song Mo, with a slightly narrow smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Song Mo felt uncomfortable being looked at by her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dou Zhao blinked his eyes and asked him with a smile: "Among the Four Books and Five Classics, did you really choose the Spring and Autumn Annals to read?"

Song Mo cleared his throat and said seriously, "Of course it is true! The Spring and Autumn Annals is full of profound meanings and every word is sharp. It is very helpful to read, especially the Zuo Zhuan, which is straightforward and has a deep rhythm. Even when they are at war, they are still gentle and elegant, and the emotions and rhymes are beautiful..."

"That's good!" Someone said that the louder the voice, the more guilty it is. Dou Zhao smiled and nodded, interrupting Song Mo's praise, and said, "My father is well-read. Although he is ordered by the emperor to lecture on the Book of Changes to the princes, his favorite is the Spring and Autumn Annals, just like my sixth uncle. My sixth uncle is good at Zuo Zhuan, and my father is good at Guliang Zhuan. Since you like the Spring and Autumn Annals, my father and sixth uncle will have someone to talk to in the future. I'm sure they will be very happy!"

When she said this, her eyes were always on Song Mo's face. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that Song Mo's expression was a little stiff.

Dou Zhao turned around quickly, lifted the curtain and looked out, muttering, "Prince, are we going through the North Street of the Imperial City this time?"

Song Mo said "hmm" absentmindedly, but he couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart.

If he had known this earlier, he should have said that what he liked was "The Doctrine of the Mean", which was excelled by Mr. Zhongyi.

Now, in order to please my father-in-law, I said that I had chosen to study the Spring and Autumn Annals... If my father-in-law asked me to test my knowledge, how could I, who was only half-baked, compete with my father-in-law who was a Jinshi in two exams? Moreover, Dou Shiheng, who lectured on Zuo Zhuan to the prince, was watching me closely... Wouldn't I be exposed by then?

And the possibility of this situation is relatively high.

It's like a person who is good at chess suddenly meets another person who likes chess, and they always have to compare a few games.

Deception is always more infuriating than ignorance!

Is this like shooting oneself in the foot?

He couldn't help but touch his chin.

We must find a way to remedy the situation before my father-in-law finds out!

But no matter how he tries to make amends, he can't let others answer his father-in-law on his behalf!

Especially when his father-in-law wants to test his ability.

The most appropriate method is of course to study "Spring and Autumn Annals" diligently from now on... But studying is not like building walls and tiles, where money is enough. Moreover, even if it is building walls and tiles, it takes time to buy stones and hire craftsmen! He is facing the dilemma of being questioned at any time.

Thinking of this, Song Mo sighed secretly.

Dou Zhao caught a glimpse of Song Mo's slightly sluggish expression out of the corner of his eye and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

I knew this guy was so smart!

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had to practice martial arts and riding and archery every day. In his early years, he had to train in battle with Duke Dingguo. Even if he didn't sleep for twelve hours a day, it would be impossible for him to finish reading the three volumes of "Spring and Autumn Annals" with hundreds of thousands of words, let alone understand this book!

As soon as she heard it, she knew that this guy was trying to please her father.

But for some reason my father and uncles believed it!

Now let’s see how he steps down!

Dou Zhao suddenly thought of her last life, when she had just married Wei Tingyu, it was really like "no one cares about the depth of the eyebrows, and the soup for washing hands is tasted by the young girl". She felt infinitely sad in her heart, and when she looked at Song Mo again, there was no playful heart in her heart.

She pointed to the Wanping County Office and asked Song Mo, "Is that the Shichahai in the future? I heard that many people have moved there. Fifth uncle bought his own house, but he has lived there for more than 20 years. Now several cousins ​​have married and have children, so it seems a bit crowded. Fifth uncle asked sixth uncle to move with him, but sixth uncle thought it would be too far away from father and inconvenient, so he didn't agree. Fifth uncle also said nothing more." As she spoke, she smiled and said, "I see you like Sister Jing very much. It would be great if they moved over. They would be half the distance to us." She hoped to divert Song Mo's attention.

Song Mo laughed when he heard this and said, "Ever since I was a child, I have envied my uncle's family for having so many brothers and sisters. When I was little, I even asked my mother to give me a sister, which made my mother laugh so hard that she bent over..." Perhaps he thought of the scenes from his childhood, his smile was filled with memories.

Since Dou Zhao has decided to marry Song Mo, she must find out why Song Yichun wants to kill Song Mo. Otherwise, wouldn't she be sitting in the crater of the volcano day and night, not knowing when the volcano will erupt with magma, destroying the world and turning everything into ashes?

Hearing Song Mo's words, she was moved and asked with a smile: "How old was the Second Master at that time?"

"Two or three years old..." Song Mo said with a smile, "I don't remember it very clearly, I just know that Tian En could already run at that time."

Jiang was not that old at that time!

"Why didn't mother give you a younger sister?" Dou Zhao looked very curious.

Song Mo smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Later, my grandmother taught me that children are given by Bodhisattvas and cannot be obtained just by chance. But I did donate 1,000 taels of silver to Daxiangguo Temple for this matter."

Dou Zhao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Mo was a little embarrassed, he nudged her with his elbow, said "Hey", and said: "I know it's a bit silly, but you don't have to laugh like this! Have you never done anything silly since you were a child?"

"I don't think you're stupid." Dou Zhao kept laughing, "I just think it's quite interesting. Didn't mother say anything?"

"I gave it secretly," Song Mo said with a smile, "At that time, the monthly allowance was only fifty taels of silver, and the rewards for festivals had to be recorded in a book. I borrowed the money from my fifth uncle. Later, when I went to Fujian to fight the Japanese with my eldest uncle, I found out that there was money to be made after winning the war, so I paid off the debt. I think mother should know about it. However, mother never said anything, and I naturally would not be stupid enough to confess this to her." Speaking of this, There was a hint of sadness in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he whispered, "I don't know how my fifth uncle is doing now. He was very depressed when I went to see him last time." He added, "My fifth uncle has always been generous. If he were still in Kyoto, he would definitely go around the streets buying us wedding gifts when we got married. Our marriage hasn't been finalized yet, and I'm afraid all the antique shops and gold shops in Kyoto will know that I'm getting married..." His words were filled with sighs.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but pat Song Mo's hand: "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Even if the fifth uncle can't lead the Jiang family to regroup and make a comeback like the third uncle, after a few years when the situation is not so tense, it would be nice to find a way to get amnesty and return to my hometown to be a farmer!"

Song Mo was slightly startled, and immediately suppressed the instinct to shrink his hands, and said: "Thirty years in the east, forty years in the west. The Jiang family has been glorious for a hundred years, and it is time to return to basics and cultivate oneself." His body suddenly straightened up, revealing the nervousness in his heart.

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "Then tell me what kind of person is Fifth Uncle?"

She looked calm and soon dispelled Song Mo's nervousness.

He recalled with a smile: "My fifth uncle was very handsome. Everyone said that I looked a bit like him. He was generous, loyal, cheerful, and had a good relationship with people from all walks of life. At that time, when people in Kyoto mentioned Master Jiang Wu, everyone gave him a thumbs up..."

Song Mo smiled as he talked about some old things in the past, as if he had returned to the time when he felt irritated because of endless homework every day, but now when he thinks about it, he feels extremely happy.

Dou Zhaorao listened with interest, and the image of Jiang Bosun, a knight-errant, gradually emerged in his mind.

The carriage stopped quietly in front of the British public house.

I don't know when, the rain stopped and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

Song Mo helped Dou Zhao get off the carriage and saw a puddle of water in front of the carriage. He told Chen He, "Ask a driver who is more careful and meticulous to serve the lady." Then he led Dou Zhao around the puddle and onto the stairs.

Chen He, the coachman, and the gatekeeper all seemed to be under a spell, and they didn't come to their senses until Dou Zhao and Song Mo entered the gate. The coachman pulled Chen He and kept shouting "unjust", but Chen He didn't have time to listen to him. He directly ordered the servant beside him: "Assign him another job", and hurriedly chased after him. The gatekeepers were whispering to each other, and there was a "buzzing" sound.

Song Yichun's mood has been as bad as the rainy weather since Song Mo and Dou Zhao left.

Before Song Mo got married, he did not arrange a concubine for his son.

Many newly married couples are reluctant to have sex with their wives because the husbands did not behave well on their wedding night and are embarrassed about it.

Not only did the son consummate his marriage with his wife, but he also showed unusual tenderness and consideration when he returned to her parents' home.

Men are like this. If they get benefits, they will naturally bow their heads.

Song Mo and Dou should have gotten along very well.

So should he hand over the power of presiding over the banquet to his daughter-in-law?

He wanted to find Tao Qizhong to discuss it, but Tao Qizhong had gone to Zhending and had not returned yet.

Mr. Du from the Hanlin Academy sent another letter, saying that he was ordered by the Emperor to give lectures to the princes these days, and he was afraid that he could not continue to instruct Song Han on his studies...

Song Yichun was so angry that a breath of air got stuck in his chest and he couldn't breathe out.

He called Song Han over, whipped him hard ten times, and then kicked him out, leaving him breathless for a long time.

When he thought about how he would have worried about these things when Jiang was around, he felt angry. After the rain stopped, he walked back and forth in the corridor of Xiangxiyuan several times, and then he felt better.

Hearing that Song Mo and Dou Zhao had returned and were coming over to greet him, he went back to the main room with a gloomy face and sat down.

But when he heard Song Mo say that he was going to take Dou Zhao to Jiang's grave to burn incense tomorrow morning, his mood became extremely bad again.

Song Yichun decided to put the matter of reward aside for the time being.

"I see!" He waved his hand gloomily.

Song Mo insisted, "I want to take Tian'en with me tomorrow. Tian'en has homework to do during the Qingming Festival, and my brother is afraid of the Lantern Festival... He went to burn incense for mother during the winter solstice last year."

Song Yichun looked at Dou Zhao, who had been standing beside Song Mo with her head lowered and her hands hanging down since she entered the room, but her beauty could not be concealed. Thinking of Dou Shishu's eloquence, she waved her hand to indicate that she understood.

Song Mo and Dou Zhao retreated.

Song Yichun then remembered that he seemed to have not told Dou Zhao to visit him every morning and evening.