Chapter 304: Wolf
Wang Qinghuai did not tell his brother about this matter. He knew his brother's character. The more difficult Wei Tingyu's situation was, the more he would try to help Wei Tingyu. On the contrary, if Wei Tingyu became rich, his brother might become estranged from Wei Tingyu. If he knew that he had such an attitude towards Jining Marquis's Mansion, he would not run to warn Wei Tingyu like a fool.
For some things, just let nature take its course!
The Wang couple made up their minds, and gradually the banquets at the Jining Marquis' Mansion became less attended.
Of course, this is all a story for later.
Chen Jia knew what Wang Yuan said at the first moment and he was very shocked.
It was because he knew the relationship between Song Mo and Wang Yuan that he took the risk to join him, but what he didn't expect was that Song Mo had so much face in front of Wang Yuan.
Or was it because Song Mojian was in the emperor's favor that Wang Yuan had to give in a little?
Chen Jia came out of the hut where he was hiding and returned to the small courtyard he rented in the inner city of Kyoto.
Several colleagues from the Royal Guard were already waiting for him at the door.
"Congratulations, congratulations!" Everyone congratulated him in unison, "The misunderstanding with Lord Wang has been resolved, and we can serve the emperor loyally again!"
Because of his duties as a member of the Imperial Guard, Chen Jia had anticipated that his colleagues would soon get the news, but he did not expect these people to show up at his residence so soon.
Two years!
In the past two years, none of his colleagues dared to pay attention to him!
He took out all his savings and invited colleagues who came to congratulate him to have a meal at Donglaishun. They toasted each other and drank till the end. His memory was fuzzy. Apart from vaguely remembering that everyone was asking about his relationship with the Duke of England, he could not remember anything else.
A strange-looking servant came in to help him wash and dress, claiming to be a gift from one of his colleagues.
Chen Jia didn't know whether to be sad or happy.
He ate his breakfast in a daze and went to the office of the Jinyiwei Beizhen Fusi.
Along the way, everyone greeted him with a smile. Before he saw the guards of Beizhen Fusi, the personal attendant of Jinyiwei Commander Shi Chuan had already appeared in the yamen of Beizhen Fusi, and asked with a smile all the way, "Who is Lord Chen Zanzhi? Our master asked him to come over to ask a few questions." He went to the Jinyiwei yamen under the envious gaze of everyone.
Shi Chuan changed his usual stern attitude and chatted with him in a kind manner. He reminded him to do his job well in the future and to come to him if he had any grievances, and then served him tea.
Although he was not promised a promotion, his affection for her was obvious.
Although Chen Jia was a scheming man, he was also disturbed by these continuous changes. It was not until he stumbled out of the Jinyiwei Yamen that he came to his senses.
He immediately called together several of his trusted brothers who worked in the Royal Guard and told them: "No matter what, we must find out who the British prince took to the estate that day!"
Someone hesitated and said, "Daxing's Yucitian Manor is heavily guarded, and the Prince of Yingguo just helped my eldest brother to speak for us. If we make a fuss, we really can't afford to offend them!"
If he wants to gain a foothold in front of Song Mo, he must get in touch with the person behind the screen that day.
But Chen Jia didn't intend to tell anyone else about this.
He carefully checked the people around Song Mo.
At this time, Song Mo was busy.
Every day he either invited people to drink or to watch operas. He would have gone out when Dou Zhao opened her eyes in the morning, and would not come back until she fell asleep at night.
Even so, he still had the energy to torture Dou Zhao.
Dou Zhao felt sorry for his health. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, and the weather was getting colder, he took out the two thirty-year-old ginsengs in her dowry and made tea for Song Mo.
Song Mo laughed and made more jokes with Dou Zhao.
Dou Zhao was angry and annoyed.
Song Mo, however, never gets tired of it.
Sometimes, he just wanted to see Dou Zhao's helpless look on his face.
So after each time, he would caress Dou Zhao's mountainous and graceful figure like a treasure. Then he found that at this time, Dou Zhao would curl up in his arms, revealing a lazy and seductive demeanor.
Dou Zhao, you also like being with him, right?
Song Mo looked at Dou Zhao's face which still had the lingering charm, and couldn't help but tighten his arms and hugged Dou Zhao more tightly. He bent his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered to her about the past two days: "Wang Ge already knows what I mean. As long as he finds the right opportunity, he will pass the message on. However, this 'right opportunity' may be tomorrow, or it may take several months. But father will be back in two or three days, and he will definitely lose his temper with us. No matter what he says, don't take it to heart, just think of it as the nonsense of a madman..."
Dou Zhao was so tired that she didn't even want to close her eyes. Song Mo's caress made her feel so comfortable that her whole body relaxed. She just wanted to have a good sleep and didn't want to listen to Song Mo's nagging. She closed her eyes and yawned, mumbling: "I know, I know, as long as you are here, I won't suffer any loss..."
Song Mo laughed when he heard this.
How could she be so sure?
But when he heard these words, his heart softened as if water could drip out of it.
His touch suddenly took on a hint of eroticism.
Dou Zhao was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes and said, "Aren't you going to see Wang the eunuch tomorrow?"
"What does this have to do with what we are going to do?"
Song Mo has skillfully found the pearl in the valley.
Dou Zhao felt burning all over.
Song Mo was eager to try.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and soon there was a knock on the door.
Dou Zhao hurriedly stopped Song Mo: "I'm afraid it's something important."
"Then let them wait for a while." Song Mo's breathing was a little heavy.
There was a faint whisper outside the door, and then Ganlu's voice came: "My Lord, Madam, the Duke is back and is furious in the Senate. He wants you and Madam to go see the Duke immediately!"
Song Mo frowned: "Why did you come back early?"
The family was robbed and then the Hua family broke off the engagement... Dou Zhao felt that Song Yichun came back a little late!
She gently pushed Song Mo: "Hurry up!" Seeing that Song Mo, who was full of joy just now, now had a stern face, she whispered to him as if possessed by a ghost: "After you meet the Duke, I will serve you well."
As soon as she said this, she was a little dumbfounded.
Song Mo burst into laughter.
But he knew in his heart that Dou Zhao loved him and couldn't bear to see him suffer any injustice.
"Shougu!" He buried his face in her thick black hair, "You are so kind to me!"
Dou Zhao suddenly felt numb in his heart, his hands and feet became weak, and he seemed unable to hold him still.
It turns out that she also likes to hear sweet words...
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The two of them lingered for a while before getting up, washing up, and going to the House of Lords of the British Palace.
Of the nine gates in Kyoto, except for Xizhimen, which was used for transporting water, which opened at 9:00 p.m., the other eight gates were closed at 0:00 p.m. and opened at 1:00 p.m.
Judging from Song Yichun's dusty appearance, it was obvious that he had entered the city directly from Xizhimen.
Dou Zhao and Song Mo stepped forward to salute him.
But before they could stand up straight, Song Yichun threw the teacup at them.
Song Mo took a step forward and placed Dou Zhao behind him.
Song Yichun was so angry that his lips were grumbling: "Rebellion, rebellion! You are a son of a man, and you dare to fight back!"
Song Mo said nothing and looked at Song Yichun coldly.
Song Yichun felt a chill in his heart when he was stared at by Song Mo's eyes, which were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice and seemed to have no trace of human life. Seeing Dou Zhao hiding behind Song Mo without saying a word, he could not help but glare at Dou Zhao fiercely and shouted angrily: "Is there any daughter-in-law like you in the world? I sympathize with you that no one disciplines you, so I let the elders of the clan teach you how to preside over the family feast, but you are so good that you actually pissed off the elders of the family and left..."
Song Mo would never allow anyone to damage Dou Zhao's reputation.
"Father, what you said is wrong!" He did not wait for Song Yichun to finish, and retorted without showing any weakness, "There was a thief in the house, and my aunt was frightened, so she handed the family's cards to Madam. When Madam was in Zhending, she had been in charge of the West Mansion. Although my aunt went home to recuperate, Madam took care of the trivial matters in the mansion by herself. This is the wife of the Marquis of Yan'an and the third wife of the Duke of Jing. Everyone saw it. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask around. How will the people of the Dou family think if you scold the lady without knowing the truth? Please think twice before you speak in the future!" He said, casting a sharp look like a knife at Tao Qizhong who was standing silently in the corner, "Don't listen to the slander. It will ruin the reputation of the Duke of Ying's Mansion and the relationship between relatives!"
Tao Qizhong couldn't help but feel angry.
What does this have to do with me?
But who cares what he thinks!
Song Yichun was choked up, and after a while he said, "Even so, you shouldn't offer such a high reward! Do you know how much money this will cost? What did you learn from all the years of studying chores?"
He actually wanted to settle the matter of the Hua family's cancellation of the engagement with his son, but he couldn't admit to his son that his son not only ruined his marriage, but also caused a slight rift in his relationship with Marquis Anlu, right? He had no choice but to make a fuss about these unimportant things.
"Father, you are reluctant to spend money, right?" Song Mo understood in his heart. He simply seized the handle in his father's words to lead his father astray, deliberately misinterpreting Song Yichun's intentions, and practicing Tai Chi with Song Yichun, "The house was flooded, and it cost a lot of money to repair the house. I also considered that the New Year is coming soon, and I was afraid that the money in the mansion would not be convenient for a while, so I took the silver from Yizhitang as a reward. Father, don't worry, if there is no silver, it's fine. The business of the shop in Guangdong has been very smooth in the past few years, and the dowry income left by mother for me is not small, and Yizhitang is not short of this little silver!"
Song Yichun's face was as ugly as it could be.
He finally couldn't help it and said, "When I was inspecting Datong, I met the Marquis of Changxing. With the guarantee of the Marquis of Changxing, I am planning to marry the Datong Lieutenant General Wang Hong. You should prepare, the two families will make the final decision in a few days."
"Congratulations, father!" Song Mo smiled, "I think our family should marry into the Changxing Marquis's Mansion! After all, Changxing Marquis is the emperor's favorite, and I'm just a small Jinwu Guards vanguard commander. I'm afraid he won't take me seriously! And I think father's marriage should be discussed carefully, so that we don't have to prepare for this family today and that family tomorrow, and in the end it's just a false happiness for father. I think you should wait until the marriage between the two families is settled, and then let us prepare! As for Changxing Marquis, I should thank him on behalf of my father!"