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Song Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this.

In this way, Yizhitang can make a name for himself and no longer be restricted by the British Mansion.

"It's just that 'Yizhitang' is the hall name, which is probably not suitable," he mused, "It would be better to choose another nickname."

"That's what I thought, too." Dou Zhao said with a smile, "But I can't think of any good names at the moment. Do you have any ideas?"

"Then I'll use your nickname!" Song Mo said with a smile, "Anyway, you'll have to help plan this kind of thing in the future."

Dou Zhao blushed and said, "I don't have a nickname!"

Song Mo was very surprised, but then became eager to try it.

"Then let's just pick one now?" He said, pulling Dou Zhao to the study, sending away all the servants, and personally spreading the rice paper and grinding the ink tablets. "Zhao means the sun is bright. The autumn moon is shining brightly, and the winter ridges are beautiful with lonely pines... They all seem too lonely and cold, and don't match what we are going to do. The bright moon rises from Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of ​​clouds... The owner of Yunhai Tower... doesn't seem to be in good condition..."

Seeing him racking his brains, Dou Zhao couldn't help but smile and took the ink tablet from Song Mo's hand: "Let me help you grind the ink!"

The two people's fingertips touched.

Song Mo's hand stayed for a moment before letting go.

"How about we use Zhending as our name?" He said, walking to the pen holder and picking up a wolf-hair brush. "The Cha River in Zhending originates from the Hutuo River. It is called Houchi in the Zhou Li and Qingning River in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Let's choose one of these two, shall we?"

Dou Zhao was born in Zhending, but in her previous life, she only knew that Chahe River was a branch of Hutuo River, but she didn't know that Hutuo River was once called Houchi and Qingning. In this life, it was not until Mr. Song mentioned it inadvertently during his lecture that she learned the ins and outs of Chahe River. Even so, it was because Mr. Song went to Zhending and read ancient books that she learned about it.

She believes that most people don't pay attention to these.

Song Mo, however, spoke eloquently and seemed extremely familiar with the subject.

Dou Zhao's gaze deepened as he looked at Song Mo.

Song Mo, who was writing with his head down, did not notice it. He even said to himself, "I think Qingning is better. Laozi once said, 'In the past, those who obtained the One, the heavens were clear and the earth was peaceful.' It would be better to take a nickname like 'Qingning Tower Master' or 'Qingning Layman'... 'Deyi Pavilion Master' is also good."

Dou Zhao liked it very much and said with a smile: "Then let's carve 'Master of Qingning Tower'."

Song Mo was very happy to see Dou Zhao liked it, and he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the study room with great interest: "I remember my grandfather left me a piece of Tianhuang stone, I will carve a leisure seal for you."

Dou Zhao was stunned: "You can also carve seals?"

"Yes!" Song Mo said, "My uncle sometimes wants to check how my internal martial arts are going, so he asks me to carve a seal to see if my hands are steady. I once studied seal carving from Mr. Jin Shouyan, a master from southern Fujian." As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled, "Found it!" He took out a gold-lacquered mother-of-pearl box with a painting of plum blossoms from the box and placed it on the kang table.

The Indian cicada is a cicada lying on a bamboo. It has a rich and pretty color and a texture as delicate and smooth as a baby's skin, which makes Dou Zhao love it very much.

"Will you use this to carve a seal?" Song Mo is good at calligraphy. Since he said he can carve seals, he must be good at it. However, seal carving requires not only calligraphy but also layout. At Song Mo's age, even if he is talented, he may still have some shortcomings. I think such a precious Tianhuang stone can only be used to its full potential if it can be carved when Song Mo's knife skills are mature. It's a pity. "When I was young, I inherited a few pieces of chicken blood stone from my father. This time I got married, I brought it with me. How about using chicken blood stone? Keep this Tianhuang stone and carve a leisure seal for you in the future."

The doting tone made Song Mo stunned for a moment, and then he smiled happily.

"We have several small stones like this at home," he did not expect that Dou Zhao liked printing materials, "only this one is more suitable for you, so I thought of it. If you like it, just take them all." As he spoke, he shouted loudly to Chen He.

Chen He flashed in immediately.

Song Mo ordered him: "Go get the key to the warehouse. My wife and I are going to find some printing materials."

Chen He responded and went to get the key.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but be moved.

Went to the warehouse with Song Mo.

The servant held the lantern high up, lighting up the storehouse.

Beads of sweat appeared on Dou Zhao's forehead.

There were five pieces of Tianhuang stone scattered randomly in a box. Two of them were rough, but the patterns were clear and the quality was very good. The other three had been carved with seals, one of which was a tiger, one was a lion, and one was a deer.

No wonder Song Mo said that only the seal in her hand, made of Chan's material, was more suitable for him.

Dou Zhao muttered to himself as he wiped the dusty white jelly Qingtian stone, lotus root powder-jelly Chicken Bloodstone, and white hibiscus-jelly Shoushan stone clean one by one with great concern.

Seeing this, Chen He hurried forward to help and explained, "These are all small items. There is no place to put them, so they are placed on this treasure chest. If you like Tianhuang stone, there is also a Tianhuang stone statue of Guanyin in the storehouse. It is just a little small. If you don't mind, I will find it and show it to you."

Whose idea was it to use Tianhuang stone to carve Buddha statues?

Dou Zhao nodded.

Chen He took the book to look for the Buddha statue. Dou Zhao found two inkstones in an old box. One was carved into a lotus leaf and frog with stone eyes. The stone was clear. The other was purple. There were stone eyes of different sizes on the bottom of the inkstone. At first glance, it looked like misty water vapor and was unusually round. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary product.

Dou Zhao took a deep breath and asked Song Mo: "How many of these are there?"

"I don't know." Song Mo seemed to be seeing these two inkstones for the first time. He held them in his hands and played with them. "There are too many things. I wrote them down in several large books. I took out some of the most impressive ones and used them..." He said, and raised the inkstone in his hand to Chen He, saying, "You put them in the book, and I'll take them back to the study."

Chen He responded, and was still flipping through the account book with the warehouse manager, sweating profusely, and muttered, "I remember clearly that I put it in this warehouse... How come it's gone..."

Out of sight, out of mind. Dou Zhao was too lazy to wait here, so he said something to Chen He and went back to the room with Song Mo.

Both of them were covered in dust, so they asked the maid to fetch some water and washed themselves again.

When Dou Zhao came out, Song Mo was looking at the two inkstones under the lamp.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Tell me, if I give these two inkstones to my father-in-law, will he like them?"

It turned out that he brought out the two inkstones to give to his father.

Dou Zhao was surprised, but soon he started to laugh and said, "He will like it very much and will not want to use it. He will put it in his study. Whenever there are guests, he will show it off and tell others that it was given to him by his son-in-law... Do you still want to give it to him?"

Song Mo opened his mouth wide, but said, "Of course I will! Not only will I give it to you, but I will also look for something better."

Dou Zhao laughed.

Song Mo was sitting on the kang, typing the draft.

Dou Zhao urged him: "Go to bed early? You have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Mo was more determined than she thought.

"You go to sleep first!" He said without raising his head, "I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this."

Dou Zhao smiled and went to bed first.

When she woke up the next morning, Song Mo was sleeping next to her.

He bent his body and lay cautiously on the edge of the bed, as if he would fall off if he turned over, leaving most of the bed to Dou Zhao, looking very reserved.

When Dou Zhao thought of the room full of treasures and saw Song Mo's sleeping posture, his heart ached and his eyes became a little dull.

She tucked in the quilt for him, got out of bed quietly, and whispered to Ganlu who helped her get up: "Be gentle, be careful not to wake up the prince."

Ganlu whispered "yes".

Dou Zhao went to the ear room to wash up.

Song Mo, who had his back to Dou Zhao, opened his eyes for some reason.

In the dim morning light, his eyes were as clear as stars.

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Since the banquet was hosted by Song Mo and Dou Zhao, except for Madam Lu and Princess Ningde, all the guests who came were young people.

The third wife of the Duke of Jing, Feng Hui, introduced her sister-in-law, the niece of the Marquis of Changxing, to Dou Zhao with a smile: "...I heard that my cousins ​​were going to hold a chrysanthemum viewing banquet, and I wanted to come and see it. I said that my cousins ​​were kind and you should just follow me. So I brought her here. After all, she is not an outsider. Our eldest sister-in-law's brother married your sister, so our two families are now even closer."

Compared with her previous reserve, Mrs. Zhang San was exceptionally enthusiastic. Even Mrs. Zhang Er, who came uninvited, had a very friendly smile.

A poor man in a busy city has no one to care about him; a rich man in a remote mountain has distant relatives.

Having lived two lives, Dou Zhao has seen countless things like this and has long been able to take them in stride.

She smiled and exchanged a few words with Mrs. Zhang Er, and then Mrs. Wang Shao came over with a young woman who looked ordinary and was dressed very simply.

"Madam," she introduced the woman to Dou Zhao, "this is the wife of the son of the Marquis of Huichang."

Dou Zhao was shocked.

Shen Qing, the son of Huichang Bo, married the daughter of Xiao Sanyou, a good friend of Huichang Bo before he became famous. After King Liao ascended the throne, it was because of the accusation of Xiao Sanyou that he bullied the market and violated the rules to build a tomb for his mother, which implicated Huichang Bo and led to the execution of Huichang Bo's family.

Of course, she never believed the reason why the Shen family was destroyed, but she still couldn't help but look at Shen Qing's wife, Xiao.

Xiao obviously had not yet adapted to the change in her status. She timidly saluted Dou Zhao and called her "Madam" in a low voice.

"Don't be so reserved." Dou Zhao smiled at her warmly, speaking cheerfully, "Today, the elders are not here, so we can do whatever we want and say whatever we want. Even if you drink too much and lose control, I will find a way to sober you up before you go home."

Xiao heaved a sigh of relief and blushed, "I, I don't know how to drink."

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "That's great. I don't drink either. I'm afraid if someone who drinks comes, I'll have to drink with him."

Xiao laughed, and then he relaxed as well, revealing a smile as if he was relieved of a great burden.

At this time, Song Mo was talking to Zhang Xuming: "...Please keep an eye out for me. If the post of the Thousand Household Officer of Qiuling Thousand Household Office is confirmed, please let me know."

Zhang Xuming could not help but glance at Gu Yu, who was sitting next to the beauty on the waterside and throwing fish food into the lake, and whispered, "Prince, this thousand households is worth at least 20,000 taels of silver. Why don't you join forces with Gu Yu and take this thousand households down? I can be responsible for finding a buyer!"

"Don't mess around." Song Mo said with a smile, "This is what the Marquis of Changxing has chosen!"

Zhang Xuming couldn't help curling his lips and said, "He has a lot of things he likes! He eats meat, so why doesn't he allow others to drink soup?"

"I have my own ideas." Song Mo patted his shoulder, "Just keep an eye on it for me."

Zhang Xuming served as the chief official in the Rear Army Military Governor's Office.

He nodded.

Song Mo walked towards Gu Yu.