Chapter 323 Interlude
Zhao Liangbi said, "This is the list of Madam's properties and the accounts for the past few years." He then explained to Song Mo, "The Third Elder brought us into the city at 11:00 in the morning. We first went to Huaishu Hutong to greet the Second Madam. After lunch, we went to Jing'an Temple Hutong. The Seventh Elder wanted us to reconcile the accounts in Jing'an Temple Hutong. But the Third Elder said that since Madam could read the accounts and these properties were in Madam's name, she should go to the Duke of Ying's Mansion to reconcile the accounts. If there is anything unclear, Madam can also ask the Third Elder directly. He asked me to bring the list, the accounts and the female relatives who accompanied me here, and asked the Prince and Madam to set a day for the reconciliation."
He hadn't said anything more.
In addition to the above reasons, when the Third Elder and the Second Lady were discussing where to settle the accounts, the Second Lady also said, "It would be good to give an explanation to the Prince."
He felt that this sentence perfectly reflected the Second Lady's nature of seeking profit and avoiding harm, and it was really embarrassing for the Lady, so he concealed this sentence.
Zhong Bingxiang was shocked.
Song Mo looked at the seal on the camphorwood box, smiled slightly, and said, "Then let's do as the Third Elder said and settle the account in the flower hall of Yizhitang!" He added, "Where are the Third Elder and the Third Master staying? My wife and I are the younger generation, so we should go and pay our respects to them."
Zhao Liangbi hurriedly said, "The Third Elder and Third Master both rested in Huaishu Hutong."
I don’t know if I can sleep tonight!
Song Mo complained in his heart and told Chen He to post a message on Huaishu Hutong: "My wife and I will go to meet the Third Elder and Third Master tomorrow morning." Then he asked, "What is my wife doing? Tell my wife too and ask her what she thinks. When is the best time to settle the accounts?"
Chen He responded with a smile and went to the inner courtyard to report in person.
Dou Zhao was holding Duan Gongyi's mother's hand and talking, "Master Duan saved my life. You are like an elder to me. I will feel at ease only if you can live peacefully in Yizhitang. Please don't say those polite words to me. If you have any inconveniences or difficulties in food, clothing and daily expenses, just tell Suxin." As she spoke, she called Suxin and introduced her maid to Old Lady Duan, "If she is not here, you can find Sulan, Ganlu, and Susui and let them do it..."
"That's unacceptable!" Old Lady Duan said hurriedly, "How can we trouble the sisters around Madam?"
"You are wrong to say that. They are all your juniors. What is the question of whether to work or not?" Dou Zhao knew that the elderly were not used to leaving their hometown. Only when the family was stable, those guards could really settle down and help her with work.
The two were talking happily when Chen He came over.
He respectfully reported Song Mo's words to Dou Zhao.
Dou Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I'll go see the Third Elder and Third Master tomorrow, and we'll start settling accounts the day after tomorrow!"
Chen He smiled and retreated.
Dou Zhao spoke a few more words to the families of Chen Xiaofeng and others, and thinking that they must be very tired after the long journey here, he personally saw them off through the Chuihua Gate.
When Old Lady Duan saw her son, she couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder your senior brother in Kyoto invited you to the Ministry of War to be a coach several times but you didn't agree. Madam is really kind and righteous to others!"
Duan Gongyi chuckled.
Old Mrs. Duan warned him, "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. Although you saved my life, I paid you a reward in the past, and I have taken good care of you over the years. If you are indebted to me, it cancels out each other. You must not be proud of your own achievements or seek returns..." After giving him a lot of warnings, Duan Gongyi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He kept saying "OK" and it took him a long time to persuade his mother to go wash up and have a rest.
After Dou Zhao sent Old Lady Duan away, he changed his clothes and met Zhao Liangbi.
Zhao Liangbi first presented her with the clothes, shoes and socks made for her by Aunt Cui and Aunt Hong, and told her about Aunt Cui's recent situation. Then she told Dou Zhao about the trivial matters at home after Dou Zhao left.
Dou Zhao listened and observed Su Xin.
She found that in the half hour that she and Zhao Liangbi were talking, Su Xin refilled their tea six times.
Dou Zhao couldn't help but smile, knowing that Zhao Liangbi wanted to stay in the Pen and Ink Shop at night and have a good time with Cui Shisan and Tian Fugui. Dou Zhao didn't keep him, but asked Su Jun to stay to keep watch, and went to arrange dinner for Song Mo.
Song Mo looked at the crispy duck on the table and knew that Dou Zhao was cooking again. He smiled and said, "Let the maid on the stove do it. It's so cold, be careful not to freeze your hands."
Dou Zhao laughed and said, "How can they be as delicious as mine?"
"That's true." Song Mo felt a little regretful.
He liked to see Dou Zhao circling around him, so he thought of ways to get Dou Zhao to serve him. One day, Dou Zhao made this crispy duck, and he found it delicious. The next day, he asked the maid on the stove to make it once, but he couldn't taste the taste of Dou Zhao's, so he let it go. Who knew that Dou Zhao would remember it in her heart, and asked the maid on the stove to make it every now and then, but found that the maid's cooking was not as delicious as hers. She taught the maid several times, but for some reason, the maid's cooking was always not cooked enough. Dou Zhao was too lazy to find out the reason, so she just did it herself, and made it for him when she was in a good mood.
Who knew Dou Zhao was so caring? He only ordered a dish once, and she remembered it.
Song Mo muttered to himself, but his heart felt like it was wrapped in a piece of candy that wouldn't melt.
He sat down next to Dou Zhao and said with a smile, "It's winter, why are you eating crispy duck? Let's make some rice wine dumplings!"
Dou Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Are you sure?"
Song Mo was not sure for a moment.
Dou Zhao chuckled: "You don't even eat donkey rolls, so how can you want to eat glutinous rice balls?"
Song Mo choked.
He just didn't want Dou Zhao to work too hard, so he wanted to change to a dish that was the simplest to prepare to divert Dou Zhao's attention.
Dou Zhao giggled like a child.
This guy, just wanting to be considerate, has to be so tactful.
However, she seemed to have been like this in the past, so that not everyone could understand her kindness.
Having lived two lives, she became more open-minded and less reserved. Only then did she begin to learn how to say no to others.
Dou Zhao personally served Song Mo a bowl of soup, with a happy smile spreading from his eyes to his heart, with a strong warmth: "Drink the soup quickly, be careful not to drink it if it gets cold."
Song Mo drank the soup in silence.
Dou Zhao ate quietly, but for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off the handsome young man opposite him. From time to time, he raised his head to look at him, and his mood would be as uplifted as willow catkins.
Song Mo was a little annoyed and glared at her.
Dou Zhao couldn't stop laughing again.
"Still laughing, still laughing!" Song Mo went to the study room in anger and shame.
Ganlu, who was serving them food, turned pale with fright.
"It's okay." Dou Zhao comforted her and went straight to wash up.
Song Mo is still in the study.
Are you really angry?
Dou Zhao thought about it, asked Ganlu to brew a pot of Maojian tea, and personally brought it to the study.
Song Mo was leaning on the kang near the window reading a book. He was very surprised to see Dou Zhao coming in with tea.
Dou Zhao sat down on the kang, handed the tea over, and said with a smile, "Are you still angry?"
Song Mo was stunned for a moment, then an unknown light flashed in his eyes. He opened the quilt and said viciously: "Come in! Read with me, and I will forgive you!"
However, Dou Zhao could not sense any ill intention from Song Mo. Instead, he felt that he was a little timid.
She suppressed her smile, took off her outer jacket, and gently lay in his arms, asking him softly, "What book are you reading?"
Song Mo immediately wrapped her up tightly, and his voice softened involuntarily, saying, "Wenhua Daxun. In case the emperor asks, I know nothing about it."
Dou Zhao couldn't help but half-raised himself and said, "It seems that cousin Ji participated in the writing."
Song Mo sat up and leaned against the kang. He turned to the title page, pointed at Ji Yong's name, and said, "It's here!"
Dou Zhao took a look and asked him, "What did you write?"
"The Emperor reprimanded his ministers in his early years."
"Ah! There are such books?"
"Why not?" Song Mo said disapprovingly, "I also found a collection of poems written by Emperor Taizong in Yu's study."
Dou Zhao knew the level of the collection of poems by looking at Song Mo's expression.
"Who came up with this idea?" Dou Zhao leaned on Song Mo's shoulder. "This fart is really loud."
Song Mo curled his lips: "Liang Jifang."
"No way?" Dou Zhao was surprised. "Isn't he said to be upright and aloof?"
"That depends on who you are talking to." Song Mo said, pinching Dou Zhao's cheeks, which were about to burst. "I'm just fooling you, a little girl!"
"What little girl?!" Dou Zhao said coquettishly, "I'm one year older than you!"
"Then sister is fine." Song Mo said, threw away the book, carried Dou Zhaogun to the kang, bit her ear and called "sister".
"Stop it!" Dou Zhao giggled and pushed Song Mo, "Itchy..."
Song Mo let her go and kissed her forehead gently.
Outside, the cold wind hit the window frames, making a rustling sound; inside, the passion was as hot as fire, burning people's hearts.
Until Dou Zhao begged Song Mo for mercy: "Ganlu and the others are outside, can we wait a while?"
After eating Dou Zhao clean, Song Mo was temporarily satisfied. He cunningly decided to suppress his boiling blood at this moment in exchange for a more charming view later. He said "hmm" and turned over to lie aside.
Dou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
If Song Mo were allowed to continue making trouble, wouldn't everyone in Yizhitang know about it soon?
She stood up and wanted to ask Ganlu to get some water. Her beautiful skin as white as frost and snow and her exquisite curves were all reflected in Song Mo's eyes.
Song Mo stretched out his long arms and put Dou Zhao back into the quilt.
"Call them later." Song Mo held the heavy fruit on her chest, "Let's talk for a while."
Is there anyone who talks like that?
Dou Zhao was both amused and confused.
Song Moyi asked, "What did you do when you were a kid?"
"Huh?" Dou Zhao was surprised.
Song Mo smiled and said, "When I was young, every winter like this, I would hide in my mother's arms and listen to her telling us stories about Nuwa and Fuxi. A big brazier was placed in the middle of the room, and the silkworms buried in the ashes would pop and scatter everywhere..."
The scent of lovemaking still lingered in the quilt, but Dou Zhao was attracted by the relaxed and happy tone in Song Mo's voice.
She calmed down and thought about her childhood.
In her previous life, she sat cross-legged on the kang with her back straight, doing needlework.
In this life, she lay lazily in her quilt, watching the maids sitting upright doing needlework.
She laughed: "Needlework!"
"Think carefully, don't give me a perfunctory answer!" Song Mo leaned over and looked at Dou Zhao, saying domineeringly, "Why don't you build a snowman, have a snowball fight, or run in the snow with the maids?"
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