Chapter 287: Staying Outside

Dou Zhao had been here once and thought the Daxing estate was fairly tidy. After a quick look, he was respectfully invited into the main house in the upper courtyard by the housekeeper of the Daxing estate, while Song Mo went to the study.

Seeing that the main room was tidy and clean, she gave Su Xin some instructions and took a good nap in the inner room.

When I woke up, I felt relaxed all over. Although my body was still a little weak, I was in great spirits.

Dou Zhao looked up and saw Song Mo. He was sitting on the big kang by the window, looking at something in the light from the window. The table on the kang was covered with various paper scraps.

Dou Zhao then realized that it was already dark and she and Song Mo were the only ones in the inner room.

But before she could open her mouth, Song Mo, whose six senses were much sharper than those of ordinary people, had already turned around and asked her with a smile: "Are you hungry? You drank half a bowl of porridge before you went out. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you." Then he loudly ordered the maid outside: "Bring in the chicken soup on the stove!"

She was familiar with the arrogant and cold Song Mo, familiar with the decisive and even ruthless Song Mo, but she had never seen Song Mo like this... gentle and considerate, bright and cheerful... How many other faces of Song Mo did she have that she had never seen?

Dou Zhaorao looked at him with interest.

Song Mo walked over in his slippers: "What's wrong?"

He knew that he had been a little ridiculous in the morning, but the feeling was so wonderful that he couldn't help but give himself a reason to indulge himself. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but worry about Dou Zhao's health.

Her vagina is a little red and swollen...

As the thought flashed through his mind, his face turned slightly red, his heart was filled with turmoil, and his body began to heat up uncontrollably.

He quickly put these fantasies behind him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke Dou Zhao's forehead.

Even if he was reborn as a human, he was still one year older than Song Mo. But Song Mo always treated him like a child, either pinching his hands or stroking his face, as if he was comforting a small animal, which made Dou Zhao laugh and cry, but he also enjoyed the feeling of being pampered occasionally.

But she thought that every time she showed the slightest bit of joy on her face, Song Mo would be like a proud Persian cat, not only wagging his tail proudly and complacently, but also taking advantage of the situation to make her beg for mercy from him helplessly... She decided not to tell him.

"What are you doing?" Dou Zhao's eyes and eyebrows were filled with a smile that she herself didn't notice. She sat up with the quilt, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I was afraid of waking you up." Song Mo stroked her cheek again, then tucked in the quilt for her. "Find a map to see where those thieves go!" As he spoke, Ganlu brought in chicken soup.

Song Mo took it in his hand: "Let me feed you."

It's not like I'm sick and can't move.

Dou Zhao hurriedly said: "I'll do it myself!"

Song Mo didn't force her and put a big pillow behind her.

The chicken soup is rich and fragrant. One sip of it warms your whole body.

"The chicken soup tastes good." Dou Zhao scooped a spoonful and fed it to Song Mo, "Try it too!"

Song Mo looked down at the sweet white porcelain spoon, his expression paused slightly.

Dou Zhao suddenly felt embarrassed.

Many wealthy families pay attention to sharing food, and the Song family is no exception.

Why did she scoop a spoonful of soup for Song Mo to drink?

Thinking of this, Dou Zhao couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Whenever she thought of Song Mo's past life, she felt a slight pain in her heart. Whenever she had something good, she always wanted to leave it to Song Mo, thinking that he had suffered too much in his past life...

But in this life, Song Mo has not encountered those bad things, and he should change this habit.

Dou Zhao was about to retract his hand, but Song Mo lowered his head and drank the chicken soup.

"It tastes really good." He smiled and asked Ganlu, who was serving beside him, "Who made it? Give her two top-quality Fenghong wines."

Gan Lu was a young girl who had not yet left the palace. Seeing Song Mo and Dou Zhao being so intimate, although she was happy, she was still a little shy. She blushed and said, "It's a woman in the farm called Shi San Sao." She knelt down and saluted, "I will pass on the words of the prince to reward her with two top-quality red jewels."

Song Mo nodded, his expression was indifferent but he looked very happy. He turned to Dou Zhao and said, "Give me two more sips."

"Oh!" Dou Zhao handed the bowl to Song Mo.

"No need," Song Mo said, "Just use a spoon to scoop two mouthfuls for me to taste."

He spoke in a serious tone, and Dou Zhao did not suspect anything. He fed him two mouthfuls, and then realized that something was wrong. He wanted to drink chicken soup, so he could just scoop another bowl. Why did he have to drink hers? Her bowl was only a small one, and it would be empty after a few spoonfuls.

Dou Zhao was about to give him the bowl, but Song Mo said, "This tastes really good!" Then he called to the maid, "Bring in another bowl."

When did I become so stingy? Why do I think so much about a bowl of chicken soup?

Dou Zhao couldn't help but reflect on herself, but she was a cheerful person and quickly put this insignificant matter behind her.

After they drank their soup, the maids came in and served dinner.

Song Mo said, "Let's stay at the farm tonight. The outer courtyard is just to find someone to repair the flooded yard, which is a big deal; the inner courtyard is just firewood, rice, oil and salt. If you don't play the right cards for a day, will they starve to death?"

Dou Zhao was a little amused and wanted to say, "My Lord, if I rest here tonight, the Duke of England's Mansion will not have dealt the right cards for two days!"

But these are small matters.

She was afraid that the emperor was far away, and that they were alone and this guy was messing around again...

But before she could say anything, Song Mo seemed to see through her thoughts. He chuckled and whispered in her ear: "Indulging in sensual pleasures is against the way to health. I only do it occasionally. Can I always do this? You are weak and I am powerless..." As he said this, he blinked at her.

Dou Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't help but secretly despise herself.

Song Mo really made me lose my mind!

Why didn't you think of "health preservation"? Otherwise, you could use it as an excuse to provoke Song Mo.

She thought about the short time interval between their lovemaking, and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious about his so-called "willingness but lack of strength". She also thought that maybe it was because Song Mo had tasted this for the first time, and in his own words, he was a little self-indulgent... She was in a dilemma for a moment.

"Okay, I was just teasing you." Song Mo, who had been paying attention to Dou Zhao's expression, straightened his face and said, "Actually, I still have some work to do - let's go back tomorrow!"

Song Mo really confused me!

If Song Mo was fooling around when he was doing serious work, even though he was a treacherous minister in his previous life, it would be impossible for him to enjoy the emperor's favor for more than ten years simply by following the emperor.

Dou Zhao nodded.

Song Mo smiled slightly, his smile was like moonlight, clean and bright.

Dou Zhao once again felt that he was being too suspicious.

The two of them finished their dinner in silence. Song Mo went to the study, called Lu Ming over, closed the door and played a few games of Go. Seeing that it was getting late, he returned to the inner room.

Dou Zhao had already tidied up the inner room. He placed a new vase on the kang with a few chrysanthemums in it, and the room immediately felt warm.

It's really different after getting married.

Song Mo smiled contentedly. Dou Zhao helped him wash up, and then they went to bed.

Dou Zhao asked him how things were going.

"We have explained what needs to be explained." Song Mo said, "There shouldn't be any major omissions."

Since they were going to use the farm's people, there must be a lot of shady things going on. Dou Zhao naturally didn't ask any questions.

Song Mo complained: "We'd better sleep back to back. If we lie side by side facing each other, the cold wind will blow into the quilt."

It’s only been a few months and the cold wind is blowing into the quilt...

But everyone has their own living habits, and they need some time to adjust to each other since they have just gotten married.

Dou Zhao turned over as he was told.

Song Mo's shoulders and back were not very thick, but they were tight and warm, and they did not move around, and it felt very good to lean on them.

Dou Zhao closed his eyes and soon felt sleepy.

Song Mo behind him turned over.

Dou Zhao fell into Song Mo's arms.

"How can a couple sleep back to back?!" he muttered softly, holding Dou Zhao in his arms, "It feels much better this way." Then he rubbed against her, as if he had found a comfortable position and calmed down.

Dou Zhao was both angry and amused.

Song Mo's hand quietly slipped into her collar...

"Song Yantang!" Dou Zhao said angrily, and grabbed his restless hand, trying to stop him.

How could I believe Song Mo so easily?

"Shou Gu, yours is so big, fragrant and soft, I can't even hold it with one hand... I like it so much..." he whispered in her ear.

Is this what a human being would say?

Dou Zhao's face was burning hot.

Then I felt the changes in Song Mo's body.

She suddenly stiffened.

"How can you go back on your word?!"

After the passion, her body still hurts a little.

"I know you're not well yet," Song Mo kissed her earlobe gently, "I just want to hold you... don't move..."

In this life, perhaps only she knows how hot he is.

She really didn't dare to move.

Song Mo did not take any further action.

Dou Zhao's body slowly relaxed.

Song Mo felt her softness and felt very happy.

He really didn't have the mood to touch Dou Zhao again, but his body had its own ideas!

If Dou Zhao remained as stiff as a stone, how could he bear to...

Didn't she say that when two people are together, they just have to feel comfortable with each other?

He also hopes that they can be happy and cheerful together.

Song Mo kissed Dou Zhao's earlobes, neck, and shoulders, and even raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips...

The feeling of being pampered and cherished made Dou Zhao completely relax.

When Song Mo did what she wanted in the place she liked, Dou Zhao no longer had much resistance. Of course, this also had a lot to do with Song Mo not taking any further action.

Song Mo smiled slyly.

Take it easy, they still have a few decades of good times ahead of them...

As Song Mo thought about it, the fragrance of Dou Zhao lingered in his nose, and he felt the delicateness and softness of her skin between his fingers. His mood gradually relaxed and he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Dou Zhao found that he and Song Mo were like two spoons, pressed tightly together.

Song Mo's hands still stubbornly held the fullness of her chest.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

Although there were some incidents in the middle, Song Mo did not touch her.

He kept his promise to her.

This is what matters to her most.

Dou Zhao was in a good mood.

She shouted to Song Mo: "Get up! We are going back to the Duke of England's Mansion!"

At noon, two horse-drawn carriages drove out from Daxing Farm.