Chapter 347 Midnight

The Dou family sent several maids to accompany the carriage, and Wei Tingzhen escorted Tian back to the Jining Marquis' Mansion.

Wei Tingyu, who had received the letter, was already waiting in front of the Chuihua Gate.

"Why did mother suddenly faint?" He took two steps forward, lifted the curtain and asked Wei Tingzhen, "Do you want to scare her? What did the doctor say?"

Because there was a nanny from the Dou family next to the carriage, Tian had no choice but to continue pretending to be unconscious.

Wei Tingzhen sneered several times and said, "Go ask your wife!"

What does this have to do with Dou Ming?

Wei Tingyu was stunned.

Wei Tingzhen was angry and pushed Wei Tingyu away. She got off the carriage with the help of her personal maid.

The Wei family's maid hurriedly carried the sedan chair over.

Wei Tingzhen instructed the maids to carry Tian onto the sedan chair, and then sent away the maids from the Dou family. Together with Nanny Jin and others, they carried the sedan chair into the Chuihua Gate. From beginning to end, she never glanced at Wei Tingyu, as if he was an irrelevant person.

Wei Tingyu felt indescribably upset.

He followed Wei Tingzhen into the east chamber silently. While Wei Tingzhen was settling Tian, ​​he sat on the armchair in the main hall of the chamber with his head lowered, waiting for Wei Tingzhen to come out.

Seeing his brother in such a state of panic, Wei Tingzhen was angry and helpless. He exaggerated the story of going to Huaishu Hutong and said, "Mother is fine now. She is most worried about you. Go and see her!" He also said, "If you could control your wife, how could mother be humiliated by the Dou family?"

Wei Tingyu was so angry that his face turned purple, and he turned around and walked out.

Wei Tingzhen hurriedly grabbed Wei Tingyu and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to divorce Dou Ming!" Wei Tingyu said angrily, "I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than be with such a vicious woman!"

"Nonsense!" Wei Tingzhen shouted, "Who is the Dou family? You can divorce Dou Ming just by saying so? If you divorce your wife, where will your mother be? I thought you had a family and were sensible, but why are you still acting like a child?"

After all, this matter is related to the Tian family, so when talking about it, we have to involve the Tian family.

Wei Tingyu lowered his head and remained silent.

Wei Tingzhen looked distressed and slowed down her voice: "Don't worry too much. Mother said that she would teach her the rules herself. As long as she is obedient, she is not hopeless."

What else can we do?

Wei Tingyu was filled with regret.

Wei Tingzhen pulled Wei Tingyu's hand and said, "Okay, let's not talk about these bad things. Let's go see our mother and talk to her."

Wei Tingyu nodded and went into the private room with Wei Tingzhen.

Dou Ming, who was resting in Tian's inner room, heard the noise and hurriedly sent Zhou Ma to inquire. She heard that Tian and Wei Tingzhen went to Huaishu Hutong to scold her but failed, and was scolded by the Dou family until she fainted. She was so angry that she trembled all over and screamed, "I am so blind! I thought my mother-in-law was kind and good, but it turns out she is just a wasp on the tail. She still pretends to be virtuous, and is a hundred times, a thousand times more evil than those people who speak evil words!" She asked again, "Where is the marquis? Is he being dragged by my eldest sister-in-law to talk to you in private again?"

Dou Ming asked the maid to reveal the news of her miscarriage to the servant beside Wei Tingyu. As expected, Wei Tingyu came over without holding a grudge. She not only discussed with the doctor about what medicine to use, but also personally looked at the medicine before asking Nanny Zhou to prepare it. Her attentive attitude brought some comfort to her who had just lost her child.

But this warmth did not last for half an hour before Wei Tingyu was called out by the servant and never returned.

Madam Zhou advised, "Madam, you are in poor health, so don't worry about these things. No matter how the Madam and the eldest aunt act, it is a fact that they caused you to lose your son, and the Dou family will not let them do whatever they want."

Dou Ming was still angry, so she told Madam Zhou: "You must find a way to send a letter to Liuyexiang Hutong and tell my grandmother about my situation."

Nanny Zhou also felt that the Wei family was going too far, so she nodded and said "yes", and secretly sent someone to deliver a letter to Liuyexiang Hutong.

However, Dou Zhao, who was far away in the Duke of Ying's Mansion in the east of the city, had no idea what was happening in the Marquis of Jining's Mansion.

Song Mo almost counted the days to her pregnancy. When she reached three months, he invited Wang Benju, the most expert gynecologist in the Imperial Hospital, to come to the mansion to check Dou Zhao's pulse. After diagnosing that it was a happy pulse without any suspense, Wang Benju sent people to Jing'an Temple Hutong and Maoer Hutong to announce the good news before he left. As a result, the pregnancy-preserving medicine prescribed by Wang Benju had not been boiled yet, and Dou Shiying rushed over with large and small bags of supplements, dragged Song Mo drunk, patted Song Mo on the shoulder, gave him a stack of banknotes, and told Song Mo to take good care of Dou Zhao and never make her angry. Even if he had to sleep alone, he should not have sex at home. There were many private courtyards in the alleys around Thousand Buddha Temple, and no matter what, he had to make sure the child was born safely.

Dou Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In the evening, Song Mo came back, washed up, and leaned against the head of the bed to read a book as usual.

She leaned on his shoulders, put her arms around his waist, and asked him, "I heard there are many private courtyards near the Thousand Buddha Temple?"

These little bastards only knew how to please Dou Zhao. Whatever he said to others, they would tell Dou Zhao right after, making it so that Yi Zhitang had no secrets at all from Dou Zhao now.

Song Mo was complaining in his heart, but his mind was clear as a mirror. After all, it was all because of his habit. However, he did not feel angry in his heart, but found it interesting instead.

His eyes were fixed on the book, but his mind was all on his waist - Dou Zhao's hands, as delicate as cream and slightly cool, were stroking his waist, and from time to time his fingertips moved downwards and paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether to continue.

"That's right!" He said absentmindedly, "And they are all like Zhao Zishu, selling dog meat under the guise of sheep, and each has its own characteristics. It is really a good place to kill time."

Dou Zhao bit his ear and whispered, "Do you want to go?"

"Yes!" Song Mo put down the book in his hand and said seriously, "Any man would want to go!"

I don't know why. It was just a joke between the couple. Dou Zhao was also very sure that Song Mo would not go to such a place. But when she heard Song Mo say that, she still felt uncomfortable. She even lay down in frustration and asked Song Mo, "Is Zhao Zishu the top girl there?"

Just like what new dishes are served at Zuixianlou, which courtyards are the most popular in Qianfosi Hutong, these are all things that a romantic and free-spirited gentleman in Kyoto would know by heart. Although Song Mo rarely sets foot in Qianfosi Hutong, he has heard about the characteristics of the most popular courtyards in Qianfosi Hutong. He wanted to discuss them with Dou Zhao, but when he turned around, he saw a flash of embarrassment in Dou Zhao's eyes, and his smile no longer had the sweetness it had just had.

Could it be that Dou Zhao is jealous?

This thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He immediately rejected this idea.

Dou Zhao has always been generous, so how could he be jealous of such unreasonable things?

Although he was thinking this in his mind, his eyes couldn't help but stare at Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao's expression showed a bit of disappointment, and he no longer had the joy he had just had...

When Song Mo was at his uncle's house, he hated those cousins ​​who were so shy and timid, who could not tell what they were thinking after a few words, and who were so jealous and disgusting. But when Dou Zhao became the person, his heart was like the purple clay pot on the red clay stove, gurgling and bubbling happily.

He leaned forward and looked at her, pretending to be thoughtful and said, "I don't know, I haven't been there. But my father-in-law gave me 12,000 taels of silver. I think, even for the sake of the 12,000 taels of silver, I can't go. Otherwise, wouldn't I be a gigolo?!"

When did this guy become able to talk like a horse?

Dou Zhao couldn't help but chuckle and punched Song Mo.

Song Mo suddenly felt extremely itchy, and his penis suddenly became erect and hard enough to hurt.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

No wonder people say that a lover sees beauty in everything. No matter what Dou Zhao does, in his eyes, it all becomes fun.

There are still seven months before Dou Zhao gives birth. Should he move to the study to sleep?

Song Mo was struggling there, and Dou Zhao saw that Song Mo suddenly fell silent, and even looked unhappy, so he couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing Dou Zhao's clear and pleasant voice, Song Mo felt that he was worrying for no reason.

Even if I can't do anything, wouldn't it be just as happy to chat and laugh with Dou Zhao and play around like this?

He asked Dou Zhao: "Do you think he is a boy or a girl?"

"We will have whatever kind of child the Bodhisattva gives us. What is there to guess?" Dou Zhao said with a smile.

"We have to give the child a name, right?" Song Mo looked forward to it and said, "If we give the child a boy's name and it turns out to be a girl, won't she blame us for the rest of her life?"

"Then let's give it the same name for both boys and girls." Dou Zhao said, "It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl."

"The delivery date is next July, right? It will still be very hot during the day. We need to store more ice this year to prevent the child from getting prickly heat."

"Okay! I'll talk to the person in charge tomorrow!"

The couple were mumbling silly things to each other, which made people laugh, but they were talking very seriously and kept talking until three o'clock in the morning before they fell asleep in a daze.

Like Song Mo and Dou Zhao, the others who blew out the lights late at night included Duke of England Song Yichun and Second Master Song Han.

If Song Mo gave birth to a son, his position as crown prince would be more secure.

Even if she gave birth to a daughter, it would prove that Song Mo was fertile, and if she couldn't have a legitimate son, she could still give birth to a illegitimate son.

Can we just let it go like this?

If he is willing to stop, will Song Mo stop?

Song Yichun tossed and turned in bed.

Song Han, however, was copying the Lotus Sutra under the lamp.

Qixia, the head maid in his room, advised him, "It's so late now, you should go to bed early. It won't be too late to copy tomorrow."

However, Song Han said, "Go and pour me a cup of hot tea." He had no intention of resting at all.

Qixia was personally selected by Song Yichun for Song Han. Song Han was usually polite to her. As time went by, Qixia couldn't help being casual in front of Song Han. Upon hearing what he said, she smiled and tried to pull out Song Han's pen: "Second Master, just listen to me! You have to study with the teacher early tomorrow morning. If you stay up late, you will fall asleep. If the Duke knows, he will scold you again..."

"Bitch!" Without warning, Song Han kicked Qixia, "Are you the master or am I the master? I can't order you around anymore? Do you want me to have someone else serve you tomorrow?"

If there were outsiders present, they would see that Song Han's kicking posture was exactly the same as Song Yichun's.

Qixia never dreamed that Song Han would show such a vicious face.

She shuddered and knelt on the ground, kowtowing: "I deserve to die. I beg you to forgive me this time. I will go and make tea for you now."

Song Han said "hmm".

Qixia hurriedly crawled out of the study, only to find that her stomach was cramping and hurting badly.