Chapter 324: Afterglow

Dou Zhao thought about it carefully and said, "Really not."

Song Mo was a little dumbfounded.

Dou Zhao smiled gently and said softly, "When I was a child, I lived on the farm with Aunt Cui. I was the eldest daughter of a widowed mother, and Aunt Cui was born a concubine. She was afraid that I would be laughed at by others, so she was particularly strict with me in needlework..."

Song Mo was very confused.

The information he received was that Aunt Cui and Dou Zhao lived together in Zhending, so why did Dou Zhao say that she lived with Aunt Cui on the farm?

Song Mo thought of those large boxes of account books.

No matter how wealthy the Dou family was, and even if his father-in-law had no son, they could not register so many properties under Dou Zhao's name.

When Wang Yousheng's daughter came into the family, it was probably not just a matter of a concubine being promoted to the main wife, right?

Dou Zhao must have been only two or three years old at that time. Who was taking care of her?

How did she get through these years?

Song Mo looked at the slight bitterness in Dou Zhao's shallow smile and felt extremely regretful.

He was too careful about Dou Zhao's affairs, so because he wanted to be a humble gentleman, he knew only a little about Dou Zhao's affairs, and ended up saying the wrong thing and bringing up her sorrow...

"Shou Gu," Song Mo leaned close to Dou Zhao's face, "We have a sewing maid in our house. If you want to do anything, just tell them. If you are not satisfied with their sewing, I will find a few people from the palace sewing bureau to come to our house to do the work. You should stop sewing in the future, it is not good for your eyes." Then he thought that Dou Zhao's sewing was all made for him, and said, "I have a lot of clothes, I can't wear them all. After I finish my job in a few days, I will accompany you to the West Mountain to enjoy the snow."

The mission he was talking about was to supervise the people of the Five Cities Military Department to catch the thief who had escaped from the Duke of Ying's Mansion.

Tenderness ripples in Dou Zhao's heart like water.

Is Song Mo feeling sorry for her?

In her previous life, the Jining Marquis's mansion could only rely on her alone, and she couldn't leave her hand wherever she went. The only time she left Kyoto after getting married was when Tuoniang passed away and she went to attend the funeral. Even in such a heartbreaking situation, she still had to take Yinjieer with her... It was at that time that she met Song Mo.

Such a cold person, with a coldness in his bones that kept people at a distance, now held her in his arms. Because he pitied her, he even said something unkind, such as not letting her do needlework.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but tighten her arms, as if in this way she could warm Song Mo's indifference.

She didn't want to get married before, and there was a reason that she was too embarrassed to think about.

A woman shall not marry two husbands.

But the memories of her previous life still remain in her mind.

Although she no longer wanted to be married to Wei Tingyu, she could not deny that she had once been Wei Tingyu's wife. How could she live with another man without any scruples?

When she was with Song Mo, she was very conflicted.

Her mind told her that she should forget the past, but emotionally she couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Especially when Song Mo showed a special fascination with her body, the feeling was even stronger.

She didn't care about her past life.

In this life, at this moment, I suddenly feel a little fortunate.

If Song Mo likes her, why should she be pretentious?

So what if she was Wei Tingyu's wife in her previous life?

In this life, the one who loves her is Song Mo! The one who dotes on her is Song Mo! The one who lets her know that she can be the jewel in the palm of her hand is Song Mo!

As long as Song Mo likes it, why wouldn't she do it?

"Yan Tang!" Dou Zhao bit Song Mo's ear, letting the hot breath between his lips and teeth hit his neck. "Then we have a deal. If it snows, you have to take me to Xishan to see the snow. You can't break your promise..."

This was the first time Dou Zhao spoke to him like this.

As delicate as a flower fairy.

Song Mo couldn't control himself anymore. He turned over and pressed her under him, with his erect body pointing directly at her pistil.

If it were the past, Dou Zhao would have pushed him away with a red face, saying "don't do this" in shame and annoyance. But this time, Dou Zhao not only did not push him away, but lifted her slender thighs and wrapped them around him softly... He immediately felt her wetness and heat... He also knew that there was a dense and tight thing in front of him that would suffocate him...

Just now I told him to stop making trouble, but in the blink of an eye, she was pestering him.

"Shougu!" Although he didn't know why Dou Zhao suddenly became a different person, Song Mo never went against his good luck. He jumped into the scorching sea of ​​flowers...

Too hard.

Dou Zhao felt some pain.

But she still opened her arms and accepted his indulgence.

"Shou Gu! Shou Gu!" Song Mo's body was hot and she could feel his excitement.

Dou Zhao likes Song Mo like this.

Passionate, willful, and unbridled.

Her body began to burn...she gasped and struggled in his arms.

Song Mo was intoxicated, but he still leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No!" Dou Zhao panted softly, turned over, and pressed the relaxed Song Mo under her body, "Don't you like me like this?" She looked at him with a smile, her eyes like spring water, and rode on him, swaying her slender waist slowly, showing her beautiful and exquisite curves like mountains and rivers...

Song Mo took a breath of cold air.

I felt like I was dreaming and fell into fairyland.

"You witch!" He sat up impatiently, held her waist and started stroking her vigorously.

Now Dou Zhao knew what it meant to play with fire.

She couldn't help but grab his shoulders, and her face turned a little pale.

Song Mo, who had been observing her expression, immediately slowed down and asked her gently, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Dou Zhao hummed and leaned on his shoulder... His body gradually became hot again... Song Mo couldn't help but become frivolous again... Dou Zhao's body tensed up... Song Mo had to slow down again... This went on for several times, and Song Mo was still serving Dou Zhao...

Song Mo couldn't help laughing: "So coquettish!"

Dou Zhao became angry out of shame.

Song Mo hurriedly coaxed her: "I know, you want to make me happy." Then he kissed her tightly.

Dou Zhao hid her face in his neck, chuckled, and asked him charmingly while sucking his earlobe: "Are you happy?"

That charming scene made Song Mo's heart pound.

Dou Zhao put his arm around his neck, looked up and asked him, "Then can I give you a daughter?"

A hint of pink on the snow-white breasts came into his eyes.

Dou Zhao chuckled.

Song Mo came back to his senses, and slapped her butt in anger and amusement, and then pressed her under him...

Dou Zhao closed her eyes, feeling his swelling... and the violent storm he stirred up inside her body... it was as if all the past memories had been blown away by the wind...

From now on, she is Song Mo's wife!

She would give birth to children for Song Mo, she would raise them together with Song Mo, she would be a good mother and a good wife...

Dou Zhao hugged Song Mo tightly, no longer suppressing her feelings, and moaned with his rhythm...

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A winter rain last night knocked off the last few leaves from the branches, making the yard a mess.

Chen Jia stood under the veranda, letting the cold morning breeze blow on his face.

He asked Hu Zi, who was standing respectfully in front of him with his hands down, "Did you really hear it correctly?"

Hu Zi felt a little aggrieved: "Brother Chen, I really didn't hear it wrong! Everyone who knows this knows that the young master of the Pang family still walks with a limp, and because of this, he has not yet married. It is said that their family's thank-you gift for the matchmaker was as high as five hundred taels of silver."

Chen Jia was amused by this and said, "Why don't we do this deal? Buy a skinny horse from Yangzhou, marry her off as a girl from an honest family, and earn the five hundred taels of silver..."

"Brother Chen, stop joking!" Hu Zi shouted, "The Pang family and the Wang family are relatives!"

Chen Jia suddenly fell silent.

Does the prince know that he has married such a fierce woman?

He ordered Hu Zi: "Go to Zhending again and find out if anyone from the Duke of Ying's Mansion has ever been to Zhending."

If anyone had been there, the Crown Prince would definitely know what kind of wife he married... He also valued Dou so much, which shows how powerful Dou was!

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Inside Yizhi Hall, Dou Xiuchang, the third master of the Dou clan, was sitting on a big kang by the window, looking out through the glass window.

The day after they arrived in Kyoto, the Prince of Yingguo went to Huaishu Hutong with Dou Zhao. Dou Shishu even took a day off to keep them company at home. Dou Zhao was not polite and asked them to come to Yingguo Mansion the next day to settle accounts. Dou Shishu did not refuse... This made Dou Xiuchang secretly guess about the relationship between Dou Zhao and Huaishu Hutong.

Zhao Liangbi walked over, pointed to one of the expenditures and asked with a smile: "Third Master, this amount of money was marked as not recovered, and there was no further news after that. Do you still remember it? Could it be recorded together with other accounts?"

Dou Xiuchang raised his head.

To the east of the flower hall, Zhong Bingxiang led seven or eight experts from Yizhitang's accounting department to check the accounts with an abacus, and no one paid them any attention. But Dou Xiuchang dared to bet that these people's ears would all be pricked up, waiting for him to tell them where the money went.

Dou Xiuchang got off the kang, took out an account book with a big red "Twenty Twenty" written on it from the box, turned to one of the pages, and said, "Fourth sister has said that this money will be waived." He pointed to the corner of the paper with Dou Zhao's name and seal on it and showed it to Zhao Liangbi.

Zhao Liangbi responded with a smile, made a mark on the account book, and returned to the east side of the flower hall.

The sound of abacus became more frequent.

Dou Xiuchang let out a long sigh.

The settlement is like tearing off the last fig leaf, allowing people to fight each other.

My third uncle probably knew that this would happen, so he put on airs as an elder and pushed himself to the Duke of England's mansion!

He sat down on the kang again and drank tea leisurely.

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Song Yichun, however, could no longer sit still.

Dou Xiuchang is of the younger generation and from Dou Zhao's maternal family. When he came to the Duke of Ying's mansion, it was only right and proper for him to greet Song Yichun.

Song Yichun acted like an elder. He spoke a few words to Dou Xiuchang and then asked him directly what he was doing there.

The Dou family had already discussed this matter.

Dou Xiuchang said slowly, "My seventh uncle loves my fourth sister and decided to give her more dowry. I was asked by my seventh uncle to give the dowry to my fourth sister."

This is what happens when you don't have a son!

Song Yichun sneered in his heart, said a bunch of polite words, and served tea to the guest.

But I didn't expect that it has been five or six days and the accounts have not been handed over clearly.

He also sent people to inquire. The people who came back said that seven or eight people were calculating in the flower hall, so busy that they didn't even have time to drink water. They were really settling accounts.

What is the bill that takes so long?

Even if it was the British Mansion, it would only take five or six days to settle the bill.

Song Yichun called Zeng Wu over and said, "Go and find out how much dowry the Dou family gave to Madam. Why haven't they made a clear handover yet?"