Chapter 292 Xuanran

Wei Tingyu frowned when he heard this.

How can we just let Song Mo do whatever he wants with such a big matter?

Where is the dignity of the imperial court? Where is the face of the Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntianfu?

He couldn't help but say, "It's not a good idea for the Duke of Ying to offer a huge reward for this matter. After all, catching thieves and arresting murderers is the government's job. By doing this, it seems like the Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntianfu are doing things for you..."

The Duke of Dongping was very angry.

Some things can only be understood, not expressed in words.

He glanced at Wei Tingyu angrily and said coldly: "I am talking to the prince, how can you interrupt me!" After that, he continued to say to Song Mo: "I am afraid that I still need to discuss the bounty with Lord Huang and come up with the rules. We don't know those thieves. If someone kills innocent people and takes credit, how can we tell? If someone deceives and deceives, how can we tell? Don't wait until then. The prince let the thief escape and wrongly accused a good man. His family members were sad and his enemies were pleased with his good intentions. But the matter of catching the thief cannot be delayed," he pondered, "how about we meet in Shuntian Mansion early tomorrow morning? The prince is holding the sword of Emperor Taizong given by the emperor, he can't just watch the Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntian Mansion busy, right?" As he said this, he chuckled a few times.

Anyway, the news has been leaked. As for what Dongping Bo and Huang Qi are up to, they can figure it out on their own.

Song Mo agreed with a smile.

Wei Tingyu's face turned red and he couldn't raise his head in shame.

Wang Qinghai didn't know what to say. He just sat beside him in silence, and when Dongping Bo or Song Mo's wine cups ran low, he would pour wine from the jug. In comparison, Wei Tingyu not only looked dull, but also easily reminded people of his status as a marquis, and they felt that he was a little arrogant.

Fortunately, Duke Dongping was preoccupied at the moment and had no time to pay attention to him, so he didn't have the chance to embarrass himself again in the future.

After three rounds of drinks, Song Mo and the Duke of Dongping both knew that the suspense was over and there was no point in talking about it any further. They began to talk about the love affairs of Kyoto. Compared with his "innocence" just now, Song Mo behaved in a generous and proper manner, vulgar but not decadent, elegant but harmonious, which was difficult for even ordinary old officials to match.

The Duke of Dongping could not help but admire it secretly, and he vaguely understood Song Mo's intention.

He couldn't help but feel emotional.

I never thought that such a cowardly person like Song Yichun could raise such a capable son. It looks like the Duke of Ying’s Mansion will be the most powerful one again in ten years.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he became even more curious about the conflict between Song Yichun and Song Mo.

If he had a son like Song Mo, even if his son stole his concubine, he would find a way to ensure his son's bright future. How could he hold his son back?

However, this is Song Yichun's family affair after all.

Dong Ping Bo shook his head lightly, put the thought behind him, and chatted with Song Mo until the second watch drum sounded.

Wang Qinghai and Wei Tingyu followed behind the Earl of Dongping listlessly, like eggplants hit by frost.

Dongping Bo called out to Wang Qinghai: "Help me get back!"

Wang Qinghai did not dare to delay and hurried forward to help Dongpingbo get on the carriage.

Dongping Bo and Song Mo said goodbye.

Wang Qinghai gave Wei Tingyu a guilty look, apologizing for not being able to accompany him.

Wei Tingyu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and nodded reluctantly towards Wang Qinghai, indicating that it was okay and asked him to serve Duke Dongping well.

Wang Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief, and after Dongping Bo and Song Mo finished their greetings, he also got on the carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Dongping Bo, who was still drunk just now, suddenly opened his eyes and ordered the coachman in a very sober manner: "Hurry, turn the corner and stop at the corner of Zuixianlou."

The driver was puzzled, but he turned a corner without hesitation as Dong Pingbo ordered and parked the carriage at the corner of Zuixianlou.

When the Duke of Dongping opened the curtain, Wang Qinghai saw Song Mo got on the carriage without even looking at Wei Tingyu and left Zuixianlou Street.

Dongping Bo closed his eyes and said to his son-in-law Wang Qinghai calmly: "Dahe, you should have less contact with Jining Hou in the future. Not only will he not be able to achieve great things, I'm afraid he will also be a burden to you."

Wang Qinghai's heart was in turmoil. He had not expected that the relationship between Song Mo and Wei Tingyu was so strained. He had not expected that his father-in-law would specially come back to enlighten him and let him witness this scene with his own eyes.

He said "hmm".

The tone was confused, bewildered, and a little overwhelmed.

The Duke of Dongping did not urge him. He closed his eyes and let the carriage sway and send him back to the Duke of Dongping's mansion.

Song Mo was still very satisfied with today's meeting.

With his pretentiousness, I'm sure everyone in Kyoto will talk about his dandy behavior tomorrow, and he can also take the opportunity to soften his murderous aura in people's minds. And there is an additional benefit - good news never goes out, but bad news spreads a thousand miles. After tonight, most people in Kyoto will know that he and Wei Tingyu are not on good terms, and if there is anything happening in the Jining Marquis's Mansion in the future, I'm sure he won't be involved.

He felt relieved immediately, as if he had gotten rid of a lump of mud.

And once again thanked the Bodhisattvas in the Western Paradise, Wei Tingyu recognized Dou Ming.

If Dou Zhao married him, I would probably be heartbroken and unable to live in peace for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, Song Mo, who had just finished washing up, looked at Dou Zhao, who was sleeping soundly like a hibiscus flower under the bright light, and could not help but pounce on her, "Shou Gu, Shou Gu..." He kissed her nonchalantly, trying to wake her up, wanting her to respond to him enthusiastically, to laugh and joke with him, to let him know that she was in his arms and she was very happy to be with him... As if this would make him feel more at ease and peaceful.

Dou Zhao was pressed to the point of being unable to breathe and woke up bleary-eyed.

"Song Yantang! What are you doing?"

The quilt was in a mess, the collar was open, and her plump breasts were held in his mouth while changing into various shapes under his fingers, which was slightly painful.

"What are you crazy about?" Dou Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She didn't know the Duke of Dongping when he was in power, but the Duke of Dongping who was idle at home was a stubborn old man. She was afraid that Song Mo and Duke of Dongping would break up, so she waited anxiously for Song Mo to come back. She never thought that she would fall asleep while waiting, and Song Mo came back, and he was still like this when he came back...

Song Mo let her go, leaned forward and kissed her earlobe.

"Shou Gu, Shou Gu..." He whispered in her ear and kissed her lips hard, more intensely than the first time they slept together.

Did he and the Duke of Dongping break up the negotiations?

Dou Zhao, sobbing and unable to speak, finally struggled out of his arms. She gasped and just asked him "What's wrong" when his mouth was blocked again and his breasts were held in his hands.

Dou Zhao felt his whole body was burning, especially his cheeks. He was also heartbroken that he had suffered setbacks outside, so he just let him be.

Song Mo found the pearl in her stamen with ease, gently twisted it, and entered Dou Zhao's body.

Dou Zhao snorted in a deep voice.

Song Mo could feel the dryness of her vagina.

He stopped, bit her ear and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"

There was no pain, but it was very swollen.

How could Dou Zhao say it out loud?

She hummed vaguely.

Song Mo twitched slightly inside her body.

After a few seconds, her body felt wet.

Song Mo laughed softly, pressed her legs, and went straight in and out, conquering her vigorously.

Dou Zhao was secretly embarrassed.

She remembered that she was not that sensitive.

The pain of childbirth in her previous life had long since deprived her of her dreams. But when she met Song Mo, he could easily ignite her without doing anything.

She could feel that her flower path was already muddy, as if welcoming his arrival...

Dou Zhao couldn't help but shiver and was also moved.

Song Mo's voice, unable to conceal his joy, rang in her ears: "Shou Gu, you are so nice..." The swelling buried in her body seemed to have grown a circle bigger.

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo had turned her over, held up her soft waist, made her kneel on the bed, and entered from behind her.

Her body seemed to be pierced by him, and there were no more gentle hugs and sweet kisses... This made her very uncomfortable.

"No, don't do this!" In panic, Dou Zhao, with his limp hands and feet, grabbed the railing at the head of the bed.

"Don't you like this?" Song Mo said softly, and his lingering kiss fell on her smooth back like a spring breeze.

Dou Zhao shuddered.

"No, I don't like it!" She was knocked into pieces by him and stammered.

"You really don't like it?" Song Mo bit her ear and laughed, letting his body drive straight into her flower room, "But I like it very much!"

He rushed forward in her body, causing her vagina to gradually loosen.

"Yan, Yantang!" Dou Zhao was shaking all over, and his words were a little shaky. "You, don't be like this!"

This posture was a bit too much for her.

"Then let's change positions," Song Mo blew hot air into her ears, "Okay?"

Dou Zhao trembled and responded with a "hmm".

Song Mo laughed.

The body hit deeper.

Dou Zhao felt hurt and angry that he did not keep his promise.

He just called out "Yantang" and the tide hidden deep in his body surged out with his movement.

The soul seemed to be sucked out and floated in the air.

Dou Zhao screamed softly.

"Shou Gu!" Song Mo stopped and quietly enjoyed the afterglow of her body.

Dou Zhao lay limply on the bed.

Song Mo leaned over and kissed her cheek lovingly.

Dou Zhao closed his eyes, his face flushed.

Song Mo laughed softly, held the boneless Dou Zhao in his arms, entered her body again, held her waist and moved slowly.

The stinging pain in his body brought Dou Zhao back to his senses.

The fullness of her chest rose and fell, drawing a beautiful arc in front of Song Mo's eyes...

"No, no!" Dou Zhao's face turned red with shame and she pushed him weakly.

Song Mo, however, took in that hint of beauty.

"No, no, no!" Dou Zhao leaned back, trying to avoid Song Mo, but let him enter her flower room deeply again.

Dou Zhao bit his lip, in a dilemma.

Song Mo lifted her higher and she fell heavier.

Her body felt a tingling sensation, and a warm current surged out again.

"Yan Tang!" Dou Zhao called Song Mo's name absentmindedly and hugged his neck tightly.

"Shou Gu!" Song Mo held her in his arms lovingly and played with her body carefully.

Dou Zhao's head felt as though it were filled with paste, and it was in a fuzzy mess, but the sensations below his body became clearer.

With such frequent and deep lovemaking, given my body condition, I should get pregnant soon!

Before the last bit of clarity disappeared, this thought emerged in Dou Zhao's mind.