Chapter 332 Pomegranate

The Jinyiwei Zhenfusi is named Chen?

After some thought, Dou Zhaolue guessed that this person was Chen Jia.

She remembered that when Chen Jia came to see her, he was just a small flag of Jinyiwei, but within a few days, he became the deputy of Jinyiwei Zhenfusi... It seemed that Song Mo really helped him to say hello to Shi Chuan.

However, she was not ready to continue her relationship with Chen Jia.

Regardless of his purpose, it was a fact that Chen Jia helped Su Xin. Since he had no connection with the people who robbed Su Xin, Song Mo had repaid Chen Jia's favor by speaking on his behalf.

Dou Zhao ordered the maid: "Give the old woman a reward of one or two taels of silver, and as for the pomegranates, let her take them back for her grandchildren to eat!"

The little maidservant left immediately.

The second young lady of the Lu family was surprised and asked, "How did your sister-in-law know someone from the Jinyiwei?"

The Jinyiwei had a bad reputation, and princes and ministers turned pale when they talked about them.

Dou Zhao said hurriedly, "He is someone the prince knows. Why did he send us pomegranates? We will know after the prince comes back and asks him."

The second young lady of the Lu family looked much more relaxed, and she said to Dou Zhao in a serious tone, "The wife of the prince of the Marquis of Yan'an, the eldest aunt of the Duke of Jing, the fourth wife of the Earl of Yunyang, and the wife of the Earl of Dongping are all gentle and kind people. If you can go to the birthday of the wife of the Duke of Jing, I will introduce these people to you, so that you won't be bored."

Dou Zhao could hear the sincerity in her words and thanked her repeatedly, but he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. The lady of the Dongping Marquis's Mansion was the woman who had married Song Mo with her own daughter in the previous life.

At this time, she should still be in her prime and had been married to the Earl of Dongping for only a few years.

When Song Mo was reading under the lamp at night, Dou Zhao couldn't help but look up at Song Mo.

How absurd was Song Mo in his previous life?

When he was with women like Mrs. Zhou, was he as casual and unrestrained as when he was with me?

Those blushing scenes of the two of them together flashed through her mind.

Dou Zhao felt as if he had drunk some old vinegar, and his mouth and heart felt sour and bitter.

She couldn't help but grab the collar of her clothes.

In this life, will Song Mo have any intersection with those women?

Her face turned pale in an instant without her noticing.

Song Mo noticed when Dou Zhao was secretly looking at him. He was somewhat proud of Dou Zhao's somewhat infatuated look a quarter of an hour ago, but was shocked by Dou Zhao's expression the next quarter of an hour.

"Shougu, Shougu!" Song Mo quickly held Dou Zhao in his arms, calling her by her nickname that they would only use when they were most intimate, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The warm embrace quickly calmed Dou Zhao down.

She took a deep breath and kept reminding herself: That was something from the previous life, and she must not confuse things from the previous life with things in this life, as that would only bring trouble to herself.

She will never let what happened in the previous life happen again!

"Nothing," Dou Zhao's face was still a little pale, but his expression was much softer. He said perfunctorily, "I saw you were reading intently, and I wanted to know what book you were reading..."

Song Mo said nothing, staring at her with a serious and solemn expression: "Shou Gu, do you believe me?"

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo said seriously: "If you trust me, you must tell me when you encounter difficulties."

He lowered his eyelids, and there was a flash of loneliness in his eyes.

When he raised his eyelids again, there was only a warm smile in his eyes.

"I'm reading 'Illustrated Interpretation of the Book of Changes' written by Chen Yan, the former Grand Academician of the Imperial Cabinet." He sat up straight and showed the cover of the book to Dou Zhao.

The warmth of his body also became imperceptible as the distance between them increased.

Dou Zhao felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

Song Mo is such a smart man. They are together day and night and have skin-to-skin contact. How could she hide it from him?

He pretended to be deaf and dumb just to respect his own wishes.

I hate myself for being so self-righteous and thinking that I am feeling sorry for him.

She couldn't help but hug his arms tightly, trying to keep the warmth.

"Yantang, I, I may be pregnant!" Dou Zhao's face flushed red, and he stared down at the camellia painted with gold lacquer on the kang, muttering.

"What?" Song Mo didn't understand for a moment, and asked, "What do you have?"

Dou Zhaolian's neck turned red.

This was the first time in her two lives that she felt so embarrassed.

Last time, the news of her pregnancy was all spread by the doctor.

Looking at Song Mo's worried and anxious look, she could only murmur again: "I, my little days haven't come for some time..."

Song Mo was stunned for a moment before he understood.

He was immediately struck by great joy.

"Shougu," he jumped up, jumped off the kang and squatted in front of Dou Zhao, "Is it true? Is it true?"

Song Mo held Dou Zhao's hand and looked up at him, his eyes sparkling and bright as stars.

"Maybe." Dou Zhao didn't dare to finish his words, and said, "We have to wait a few days for the doctor to check my pulse to know..."

Song Mo smiled foolishly, and suddenly he uttered "Ah", showing some nervousness, and asked her in a low voice: "Then, did I hurt you yesterday?" As he spoke, his expression added a bit of self-blame, "I should have thought of it earlier... I really shouldn't have treated you like that yesterday..."

Men usually don't pay attention to these things.

Dou Zhao said hurriedly: "This matter has not been confirmed yet, maybe I guessed wrong."

"How could I guess wrong about this?" Song Mo felt that Dou Zhao was comforting her.

Dou Zhao had no choice but to say: "Sometimes I really want to have a child, and if I think too much, I will have the illusion of pregnancy..."

Song Mo laughed and asked softly, "Then Shougu also wants a child of ours?"

Dou Zhao was sweating.

Such speculation made Song Mo feel very happy.

He continued to think along this line of thought: "It doesn't matter if it's wrong. We will have a child soon. Just treat it as practice."

What is going on?

Dou Zhao was both amused and confused.

Song Mo stood up excitedly and said, "When can we ask a doctor to take my pulse? Can I sleep in the study tonight? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? When Dong Qi's wife was pregnant, he asked the people at the Wine and Vinegar Bureau to get him plums. Now it's winter, and I wonder if the Wine and Vinegar Bureau still has plums left over from making wine? I have to go to the Wine and Vinegar Bureau tomorrow..."

Isn't this a huge leap in thought?

Dou Zhao was a little dumbfounded, but his heart was filled with a wonderful feeling of bubbling with joy.

"At least we have to wait until we drink Laba Congee to know." She interrupted Song Mo and said, "Don't shout about it. If it's not true, wouldn't it make people laugh?" She added, "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll tell Ganlu and the others what to eat and drink."

Song Mo nodded repeatedly, unable to conceal his excitement. He walked back and forth in the room several times and was about to call Gan Lu, "Ask her to take two quilts to the study."

Then shouldn't I arrange a concubine for him?

Dou Zhao felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about it.

She hesitated and said, "How about you stay in the inner room..." As she spoke, Dou Zhao thought of how Song Mo had been very interested in sex after they got married. She also felt that Song Mo might not be able to hold back. For a moment, she felt a little depressed and said, "Forget it, you should sleep in the study!"

Song Mo had long been accustomed to Dou Zhao's company, but he was just following the rule of the mansion that "a pregnant wife should live in a separate room from her husband". Seeing that Dou Zhao wanted to keep him, he was delighted and pretended not to hear the last sentence, smiling and said, "Okay, then I will stay in the inner room."

After hearing what he said, Dou Zhao became a little worried and said hesitantly, "You should sleep in the study..."

Song Mo started to tease Dou Zhao, saying, "Who said that we must sleep in the study?"

What he said makes sense.

Those poor families don’t even have an extra bed, so when a wife is pregnant, doesn’t she still sleep in the same bed with her husband?

Dou Zhao said: "Then you are not allowed to make a fuss!"

Song Mo felt a little proud in his heart.

It can be seen that the rules are dead, but people are alive. For some things, it is better to be a little lazy.

He was in a good mood, and he laughed and teased Dou Zhao: "As long as you don't make trouble, how can I make trouble?"

Dou Zhao was furious at the thought that he had thrown himself into her arms, and shouted "Ganlu" loudly.

Just kidding!

Song Mo hurriedly pulled Dou Zhao into his arms and said softly, "Okay, don't be angry, I'm just trying to make you happy!"

Ganlu, who had lifted the curtain and was about to come in, saw this and naturally retreated in a hurry.

Song Mo's voice softened again, and he said, "I always felt that I was a bit like a barber carrying a heavy load - too eager..."

Dou Zhao was so ashamed by these words that he said with a burning face, "No... If I were really pregnant, my emotions would fluctuate drastically, which would be bad for the child... I must keep a calm mind..."

Song Mo was moved when he heard this and said, "If I behave myself, then we don't have to sleep in separate rooms?"

Dou Zhao nodded.

Song Mo was worried about the outcome and said, "You probably heard it from hearsay, right?"

If the two of them had a serious elder, he wouldn't have to be so indecisive.

His mind raced, and he said, "Isn't your aunt still in Kyoto? How about we bring your aunt over to take care of you for a few days? Then we'll know the rules and regulations for pregnancy."

Dou Zhao had to figure everything out on his own in his previous life, but he was very interested in what he heard in this life. He was just about to discuss with Song Mo when to pick up his aunt when Gan Lu rushed in with a box in her arms, looking panicked: "Madam, this is bad! The box of pomegranates sent by Lord Chen turned out to be carved from jade! At first glance, they look exactly like real pomegranates..."

As she spoke, she was about to cry.

Dou Zhao handed her a handkerchief and said gently, "Don't be nervous. Tell me what happened."

Ganlu calmed down and said, "Didn't Madam ask the maid to take the pomegranates back? But the maid said that they were just a few pomegranates. If she took them back, Master Chen would know that she couldn't even handle such a small matter, and he would definitely punish her, so he had to give them to us sisters to taste.

Ruotong was young and naive, so she accepted the pomegranates, thinking they were just a few.

After dinner, we sisters went back to the room. Ruotong wanted to peel a pomegranate for everyone to taste. We then discovered that the pomegranate was fake, carved from jade..." As she spoke, she opened the box and placed it on the kang.

Yellowish-brown skin, white flesh, red pulp… placed in a box covered with purple satin, it looks lifelike, and under the light, it is difficult to tell the real from the fake.