Chapter 331 Payable

You can't say that you are happy just because he is one step closer to King Liao, right?

Dou Zhao muttered to himself, feeling somewhat ridiculous, so he simply glanced at Song Mo with a half-smile and responded charmingly, "You know."

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

When he was with Dou Zhao, something always happened that made him happy.

He stretched out his long arms, picked up Dou Zhao horizontally, bit her ear and said, "Let's go have dinner."

The incident happened suddenly. Dou Zhao couldn't help but screamed and hurriedly hugged Song Mo's neck. Only then did he realize that he was held in Song Mo's arms.

"Put me down now!" She blushed. "The lights haven't even been turned on yet, why are you making such a fuss?!"

The forced composure yet unable to hide the embarrassment made Song Mo laugh again. He blew hot air on her neck and said in an ambiguous tone: "If I hold the light, can I play around?"

This guy can say anything!

The more embarrassed you are, the funnier he finds it.

How can people outside think that he is scheming, vicious and cruel?

Dou Zhao was complaining in her heart, but Song Mo had already carried her to the banquet room effortlessly.

Ganlu and the others were busy setting up chopsticks and arranging plates, looking as if they saw nothing.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The two sat down facing each other to have dinner.

Song Mo looked up at Dou Zhao from time to time, and moved the food that Dou Zhao had picked up with two extra chopsticks to her side.

Dou Zhao felt an inexplicable sweetness in his heart.

After dinner, the two of them sat on the big kang by the window, drinking tea and talking.

"After you left, I met Chen Jia." Dou Zhao told Song Mo what happened at that time.

Song Mo laughed when he heard this and said, "He is quite smart and knows how to follow your path!"

Dou Zhao heard something behind his words and asked, "So, Chen Jia was indeed robbed by those people by chance?"

Song Mo nodded, and a cold light like broken ice flashed across his eyes.

He glanced in the direction of the Osmanthus Courtyard and said in a low voice, "It was that person's work!"

Dou Zhao was shocked and said in a lost voice: "How could it be..." As soon as he said this, he felt that his question was unreasonable.

Besides Song Yichun, who else in the world would hate Song Mo so much?

Even if it was aimed at her, it was just Xiang Zhuang brandishing a sword, aiming at Pei Gong.

But under the Three Principles and Five Constant Virtues, even if it was a murder between father and son, Song Yichun couldn't be so naked! He couldn't bear the consequences of killing his son for no reason. Otherwise, he could just take a knife and kill Song Mo himself. Why bother making so much trouble?

But why did Song Yichun do it at this time and in this way?

Dou Zhao couldn't help but ponder, "What happened? It's totally unreasonable for him to act like this!"

Song Mo looked stern and said in a deep voice: "The identities of the two assassins have been confirmed. As for why he did this, we are still investigating. I estimate that there will be results in the next two days."

Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo's face, which was as cold and quiet as ice and snow, and felt heartbroken.

She would rather he was joking and joking with her like he was just now.

That's how normal people live!

Dou Zhao was silent. He hugged Song Mo's waist and leaned on his shoulder.

It seemed that this could give Song Mo some warmth and make him feel less lonely and cold.

Song Mo smiled and scratched Dou Zhao's nose, whispering: "What's wrong? Do you miss me? I will do my best for you until my death..."

This bastard!

Ever since I married her, I haven't had a single serious moment.

Dou Zhao hit him hard.

Song Mo blinked at her, looking like "I didn't say anything wrong, why are you hitting me?"

Dou Zhao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The depression and sadness just now disappeared like smoke without a trace.

Dou Zhao was slightly startled.

Perhaps, this is Song Mo's purpose?

Don’t let yourself be sad…

She looked at Song Mo seriously.

Song Mo stared at her seriously, with an undisguised smile in his eyes.

Dou Zhao went over and kissed his lips gently and tenderly.

Song Mo was surprised and responded to her enthusiastically.

But Dou Zhao didn't let Song Mo succeed: "I feel a little uncomfortable, please bear with it..."

Song Mo pushed further and took her hand to hold the Yang Yang under him: "Then help me."

Dou Zhao had never done such a thing in his two lifetimes.

She thought it was too outrageous.

Song Mo hugged her and called her "Shou Gu", his body was as hot as boiling water.

Dou Zhao buried his head in Song Mo's arms, blushing, closing his eyes, and turning a deaf ear to let him do whatever he wanted.

Early the next morning, Song Mo got up refreshed and went to practice boxing, while Dou Zhao wrapped himself in the quilt and didn't want to move at all.

Gan Lu blushed as she reminded Dou Zhao, "It's already the morning hour."

At this time of day, she would have been sitting in the tea room of the Osmanthus Courtyard doing needlework.

But today, she didn't even have the mood to deal with Song Yichun.

"Find a clever servant to guard the gate," Dou Zhao lazily instructed Gan Lu, "If anyone comes to visit the Duke, have him report to me immediately. We can then go sit in the tea room of the Osmanthus Courtyard."

Gan Lu was speechless for a long time before she said, "I'm afraid the housekeepers in the mansion will gossip."

If this gets out, Dou Zhao will be branded as an unfilial person.

Dou Zhao smiled lazily and said, "Then you can spread my words. It's a good opportunity to see who likes to gossip."

Ganlu felt uneasy, but did not dare to disobey Dou Zhao's wishes, so she quickly spread the message.

There was an uproar in the Duke of Ying's Mansion, but thinking of the undercurrents between Dou Zhao and Madam Song, those prominent housekeepers and the smart maids all remained strangely silent.

Dou Zhao sighed, "The maids in the Duke of Ying's mansion are better behaved. If they were kept in Zhending, they would spit all over the place."

Gan Lu, who was serving Dou Zhao tea, couldn't help but pout and said, "We are all scared to death, and you still have the mind to tell jokes."

Suxin was getting married. She had been focusing all her attention on Dou Zhao in the past few years and had not prepared anything for him. Dou Zhao asked Liao Bifeng to arrange a capable manager to accompany the Bie sisters to buy dowry. Ganlu and Sujun took over Suxin and Sulan's work and served Dou Zhao closely.

It’s a pity that these two are about to get married!

Dou Zhao felt emotional in his heart and ordered Ganlu to take out two sets of quilts from his dowry.

Ganlu thought it was for Suxin, so she took out a bright red one with a pattern of Danfeng facing the sun and another one with a pattern of Bainiao facing the phoenix.

Dou Zhao said, "It's for the prince."

Ganlu opened her mouth wide.

When Song Mo came back that night, he was more surprised than Ganlu when he saw the bedding on the kang. He smiled and said, "You are not angry because of this, are you?" He whispered to her, "Who was the one who held me tightly and didn't let go last night?"

Dou Zhao thought about the beautiful scenery of last night, his cheeks turned red, but his attitude was very firm: "Either you sleep on the kang, or sleep in the study."

Song Mo then stopped smiling and said solemnly, "Shou Gu, tell me the truth, what happened to you?"

Dou Zhao didn't know whether he was annoyed at Song Mo's ability to do anything or at himself for not being able to resist his temptation. He stared at him and said, "You're still asking me? How can you be so unrestrained?"

Song Mo touched his nose awkwardly.

It’s not that he couldn’t control himself, he just liked watching Dou Zhao lose control under him.

However, thinking of Dou Zhaohong's swollen pistil, he still felt a little guilty. He didn't dare to say much and went to rest on the kang obediently.

Dou Zhao looked at him with a soft heart, and personally prepared tea for him, moved a lamp over, sat beside his kang, and murmured, "I'll be fine after two days of rest."

Song Mo pulled her hand and said, "Then you sleep with me on the kang. I promise I won't do anything."

That's no different than being in bed.

Dou Zhao was furious and said, "You also know that you did it yourself."

He ignored Song Mo and turned around and went straight to the bed.

She woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty, but found that Song Mo had climbed onto the bed at some point and was sleeping soundly beside her.

Dou Zhao burst out laughing.

Gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Song Mo.

The next day, he ordered Ganlu to put the two quilts back into the box.

Song Mo pretended not to know and rested in bed as usual, but he was much more obedient.

Dou Zhao's mind is on Su Xin's marriage.

The dowry includes houses, fields, shops, jewelry, utensils... nothing can be missing, and every detail must be asked about.

When the second and third young ladies of the Lu family, who were visiting the family, saw her, they laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. They teased her, "Are you marrying off a maid? Or a daughter of a noble family?"

Dou Zhao really wanted to marry his daughter off.

But it’s hard to explain to these young ladies who have had everything going smoothly until today.

She simply avoided the question and said with a smile, "What brings the two sisters-in-law here today?" Then she told Ganlu, "Go tell the maid at the stove that I've invited the two young ladies to have dinner at home."

Ganlu left immediately.

The second young lady of the Lu family is the wife of Lu Han, the eldest grandson of Princess Ningde, and the third young lady of the Lu family is the wife of Lu Qin, the second grandson of Princess Ningde. The two of them did not hesitate to be polite with Dou Zhao. They thanked him generously and said in unison, "Today we want to try the cooking skills of the maid in the stove of our cousin's family."

Dou Zhao was secretly surprised.

The two young ladies were of distinguished birth, and she had just married into the Duke of England's mansion, so they didn't have much of a relationship with each other. Why were they so cordial to her, as if they were trying to make friends?

She socialized with the two of them calmly.

Madam Lu San started talking about the birthday of the wife of Duke Jing's mansion on the sixth day of next month: "Shall we go together then?"

In her previous life, she often went in and out of the Duke Jing's Mansion, but she never left any pleasant memories. In this life, she really had no interest in the Duke Jing's Mansion.

"We'll talk about it later!" Dou Zhao explained with a smile, "The Duke is still sick!"

The second and third wives were both shocked: "Is the Duke's illness still not healed?"

Song Yichun couldn't tell outsiders that it was because the Dou family gave their daughter-in-law too much makeup that she got sick, right? So the Duke of Ying's Mansion always said to the outside world that Song Yichun had caught a cold.

Dou Zhao responded hesitantly and started talking about anecdotes in Kyoto with the two young ladies of the Lu family.

The two young ladies were both very smart people. Since Dou Zhao didn't want to say more, they didn't ask too many questions. They just talked about their family's gossips and had a lot of fun with laughter.

But in the afternoon, a maid came in and reported: "Madam, a deputy officer named Chen from the Jinyiwei Zhenfu Division sent a maid to see you. She said that he went to Tianjin on business a few days ago and got a few baskets of pomegranates. He specially sent some for you to taste."