Chapter 286 Reunion

After seeing Wei Tingzhen off, Wei Tingyu followed Dou Ming and returned to the upper house of Jining Marquis' Mansion in a depressed mood.

Dou Mingjing went straight back to the inner room.

Wei Tingyu stood in the hall for a long time, then turned and went to the study.

Dou Ming came out after changing his clothes, but he didn't see Wei Tingyu. He asked curiously, "Where is the Marquis?"

All the servants in the room were trembling with fear and dared not say a word. Zhu'er had no choice but to step forward and report to Dou Ming where Wei Tingyu was.

Dou Ming's face turned pale and he dropped the teacup next to him to the ground with a "bang".

For a moment, the room was dead silent.

Dou Ming instructed Zhu'er with trembling fingers: "Let the maids serve the meal!"

Zhu'er did not dare to be negligent and responded quickly. She and the old woman set up dinner on the big kang by the window in the inner room.

Dou Ming ate his meal slowly and didn't put down his bowl until the beginning of the evening.

But Wei Tingyu still did not show up.

Zhu Er said obediently, "The Marquis had dinner in the study."

Dou Ming raised his head and glanced at her.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Are you idle and have nothing to do? The pulping room of Jining Marquis's residence is short of staff!"

Zhu'er's face turned pale and she just kept trembling and dared not say another word.

Dou Ming felt even more depressed. He quickly washed up and went to bed.

A little maid went to close the door.

Dou Ming was angry again: "Lock the doors and windows so early, what do I need you night watchmen for?"

The little maid was scolded for no apparent reason and didn't know what she had done wrong.

Zhu'er finally understood.

It turned out that the lady was waiting for the marquis to come back, but she was too proud to admit it.

She hurriedly ordered the maid to reopen the door and move the bedding to the inner room to keep watch at night. Only then did Dou Ming's face look better.

Zhu'er didn't dare to sleep and kept her eyes open waiting for Wei Tingyu to come back to the room.

But Wei Tingyu never returned to his room.

Dou Ming tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Zhu'er didn't dare to let Dou Ming find out that she was not asleep yet, so she stood still and didn't dare to move, not even to breathe loudly.

The master and servant watched the sky gradually turn white.

The tent finally became quiet.

Pearl heaved a sigh of relief.

I thought Dou Ming finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

However, a low sobbing sound came from the tent, mixed with Dou Ming's curse: "If you have the ability, don't come to me for the appointment letter of the deputy commander of the East City of the Five Cities Army..."

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Dou Zhao also woke up in Yizhitang, the Duke of Ying's Mansion, which was half the distance from Jining Marquis' Mansion to Kyoto City.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Mo's sleeping face.

Her skin was as white as jade and her jet-black hair fell softly on the red lotus pillow, making her look indescribably gentle and elegant.

This beautiful boy, who is as gentle as the morning dew, has a passion and unrestrainedness in bed that is completely different from his appearance.

Thinking of this, Dou Zhao's face felt hot. The extreme beauty of last night seemed to flow through her limbs again, making her body a little soft. Only then did she realize that she had been held in Song Mo's arms, with their limbs entangled together until half of her body was numb.

She couldn't help but groan.

Song Mo's clear voice rang in my ears: "Awake?"

"Yeah!" Dou Zhao responded and pinched his numb right shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Song Mo turned sideways and asked with concern.

"My body is numb!"

"Where is the numbness?" Song Mo said, "Let me help you rub it."

Dou Zhao was feeling really uncomfortable, so he turned over, facing away from Song Mo, exposing his right shoulder.

The silk quilt slipped off, revealing her soft and fair skin and graceful back.

The cold air rushed in suddenly.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but shudder and quickly pulled the quilt under his chin. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be still naked... The memory of yesterday became clearer and clearer.

The swelling when Song Mo entered her body... the numbness when he held her earlobe in his mouth... the tenderness and tenderness when he whispered... all turned into hot air and hit her face, making her face even hotter. Naturally, she did not notice Song Mo's momentary shock when she revealed her snow-white skin, nor did she notice Song Mo's increasingly dark eyes. She only felt that Song Mo's hands were very soft, his fingers were flexible and powerful, pressing her shoulders neither too heavily nor too softly, making her so comfortable that she almost cried out, and making Dou Zhao, who had hardly slept all night, feel very sleepy.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, Song Mo's hand fell from her shoulder to her peach-like breasts...

Dou Zhao shuddered and came to his senses.

"Don't!" She tried to push his hand away with some difficulty, "I'm a little tired..." But he took the opportunity to hug her tightly in his arms again from behind.

Dou Zhao felt a little uneasy.

Last night, the continuous extreme pleasure made her body a little dry. Song Mo, who was not yet satisfied, was like a skilled piano player, playing the piano slowly and gently, making her body warm again... She felt controlled by him, and her emotions were controlled by him. Control, the ultimate in life and death, death and life, It was something she had never experienced before, but she could feel his rawness from his occasional uncontrollable strength, so she couldn't bear to blame him for his wanton behavior...and this was the second time they slept together after they got married. Sleeping together... Thinking about it now, she felt a little scared.

Song Mo obviously didn't think so.

He liked Dou Zhao's confused look when she was happy, her tight embrace when she was passionate, and her sweet moan when she was at her climax...

Song Mo couldn't help but bite Dou Zhao's round earlobe: "Shou Gu, do you miss me?" His hand followed her undulating and exquisite curves like mountains, "I miss you very much..." It's narrow and hard, and the bedding always has a musty smell that even the sun can't get rid of... I like the scent of you, It's light, like jasmine, like hosta... and..." His voice lowered, and his fingers deftly found the red bean hidden in her flower stamens, sometimes twisting it heavily and sometimes lightly, "The mountains It’s like emerald green… one can’t help but wonder what is at the end of this mountain trail…”

With a loud "bang", Dou Zhao felt as if his whole body was on fire.

No wonder he always continues to conquer.

"Song Yantang, shut up!" She felt that at this moment she must be like a steamed shrimp, with her whole body red.

Song Mo looked at her shy and embarrassed expression, and felt happy. He smiled softly in her ear: "Shou Gu, you don't know, every time I touch you there, your whole body trembles... That place, no exception..."

Is this the elegant and noble Song Mo?

Is this the cold and aloof Song Mo?

Who would say such a thing?

"You, you..." Dou Zhao didn't know what to say.

Song Mo kissed her shoulder.

As soft as a feather.

But his body suddenly rushed in from behind her.

Dou Zhao exclaimed, his eyes widened.

Song Mo panted softly and whispered in her ear: "Look, you are thinking about me too..."

Dou Zhao's face turned as red as a chili pepper and he closed his eyes as if covering his ears and ears.

Song Mo's joyful laughter rang in my ears.

The commotion in the inner room made Su Xin and the others blush, and they all retreated to the corridor.

It was not until the sun was high in the sky that the inner room became quiet.

Dou Zhao no longer had the strength to speak.

Song Mo, however, was as energetic as a well-fed lion.

"Shougu," he stroked Dou Zhao's sweaty hair, "I'm going to the farm in Daxing later, come with me!" His words were full of reluctance, and he didn't care that Dou Zhao was sweating all over, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

The farm in Daxing refers to the farm that was bestowed upon him by the Emperor. Because it was originally a royal farm, no one dared to approach it, so Song Mo kept some of his loyal soldiers there.

"I'm not going." Dou Zhao just wanted to sleep. "I want to drink some water."

Song Mo hurriedly poured her a glass of water, half-supported Dou Zhao to drink the water, and then tempted her: "There is a noodle shop called 'Banjian' on the way to Daxing Manor. The mixed noodles there are especially delicious, and many people come here for its reputation. You accompany me to the Daxing Manor, and when we come back, we can go to Banjian Noodle Shop to eat noodles... Or, we can go to Zuixianlou to eat mountain or seafood! Or, let's go to Cuizhen Pavilion to eat vegetarian food... You have nothing to do at home, why not follow me for a walk... I will have to go to the palace to be on duty in two days..."

A warm feeling flowed through Dou Zhao's heart.

No one has ever been so attached to her.

There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Song Mo was an expert at reading people's expressions. He kissed her long eyebrows and eyelids deeply and lightly: "Shou Gu, I just want to be with you. There are no elders at home, and I'm afraid I can't control myself..." As he spoke, he held her hand and reached under his body.

Dou Zhao was shocked, his face turned red, and his hands clenched into fists.

Fortunately, Song Mo did not force her. Seeing that she was unwilling, he let go of her hand: "Why don't we go for a walk outside. The weather is getting colder and colder. When the weather is freezing, everything will be withered. It will be freezing cold wherever you go. If you are not careful, you will catch a cold. There will be no good scenery to see. It is better to stay at home..."

Dou Zhao was not afraid of the cold, she was afraid that Song Mo would not take care of her. Although she suspected that this was Song Mo's excuse, she could only believe it after thinking about the absurdity of this morning.

"I'll get up and change my clothes." Dou Zhao had no choice but to get up.

"I'll help you." Song Mo was in high spirits. He opened the rosewood cabinet and asked, "Which dress do you want to wear?"

Does he like me being around him so much?

Dou Zhao was a little confused.

In his previous life, Wei Tingyu didn't like others following him, saying that it was too fussy...

Dou Zhao washed and dressed himself, and with the help of Song Mo, he got into the carriage.

The maids and servants who were accompanying them were sent to another car.

Along the way, Song Modu talked to Dou Zhao: "... When the deadline for closing the case comes, Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntianfu will definitely find someone to take the blame. This is how things work in the officialdom. But privately, everyone knows that the Duke of Ying's Mansion has suffered a secret loss. If we just turn a blind eye and let it go, those so-called Jianghu people who are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong will only think that the Duke of Ying's Mansion is easy to bully, and will come to the door if anything happens. It just so happens that Xu Qing is a centurion in Cangzhou Guard, and I plan to let Lu Ming lead people to go there and get back at them, so that they won't think that the Duke of Ying's Mansion is a soft persimmon that they can squeeze whenever they want."

"Then you went over this time to choose the dead soldiers?" Dou Zhao's body was still limp. She leaned on the big pillow in the carriage, squinting and talking to Song Mo. With her big almond-shaped eyes and lightly raised eyelashes, she said It doesn't look charming and moving.

Song Mo held Dou Zhao's hand and, while squeezing it, he spoke idly: "While those thieves haven't gone far yet, let's try to catch a few of them..." As they were talking, they arrived at Daxing's farm.