Chapter 465: Marriage

Dou Shiying had never really thought about this possibility.

After all, Wang Yingxue is still alive, while Zhao Guqiu has been dead for more than ten years.

He couldn't help but slap his thigh, became excited, and said, "Your idea is good! Let's do it!" After that, he finished his dinner and went to Huaishu Hutong.

The Fifth Madam knew about this and said, "My Sixth Brother's Wife and I have thought about this before, but we didn't want to bring it up. I didn't expect that Seventh Uncle would figure it out all of a sudden."

Dou Shishu also laughed and said, "He has been much more methodical in his actions these days than before."

The fifth wife nodded, looked at the silver hair on her husband's mane, and said distressedly: "If they can be smooth and happy, you can worry less."

Dou Shishu smiled gently at his wife, stuffed an ink tablet into the Fifth Madam's pocket, and said, "Come, help me grind the ink. I'm going to write a letter to my second brother and ask him to add an entry to the family tree."

The fifth wife smiled and replied "yes", rolled up her sleeves and quietly helped her husband grind the ink.

After returning home, Dou Zhao "rewarded" Song Mo well. Song Mo was happy but also a little worried. He asked, "Did something happen?"

Dou Zhao was both amused and annoyed. He glanced at him and said, "What could it be?"

Song Mo chuckled, unwilling to let go of his "benefits", hugged the half-naked Dou Zhao, and whispered: "I want to go in from the back."

As he spoke, the thing had already become hard and was pressing against the inside of Dou Zhao's thigh.

Dou Zhao didn't expect that he would become interested again so quickly. He was startled and looked at him sideways: "You think it's not chaotic enough!"

She didn't know that her face was rosy at this moment. The glance she gave him was as watery as dewdrops on a crabapple tree. She was indescribably charming and beautiful, which made Song Mo's heart burn even more.

"Let them come in and clean up." Song Mo said as he grasped her full breasts with his hands and pressed Dou Zhao down on the bed.

Dou Zhao was aroused again by his teasing, so he simply closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

The next morning, the wet nurse brought Yuan Ge'er over to feed him.

Dou Zhao was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at Yuan Ge'er's face. He forced himself to calm down and told the nurse: "Feed him this morning!"

The nurse retreated in confusion.

Ganlu, who was serving nearby, thought about the changed beddings that were covered with various marks. She vaguely guessed something and her face started to burn.

Only Song Mo, the instigator, looked calm and drank his porridge slowly.

But as soon as he walked out the door, the corners of his mouth curled up high.

Yuan Ge'er reluctantly drank a few sips of his nurse's milk. Within an hour, he started crying and throwing himself into Dou Zhao's arms.

The time was too short, Dou Zhao's body had not recovered yet, and Yuan Ge'er had only eaten half full. In less than half an hour, he started to make noise again, disrupting his daily routine.

Dou Zhao blushed secretly and doted on her son, letting him eat whenever he wanted. As a result, Yuan Ge'er stayed in her arms all the time. When Ruo Zhu came to report to her that Jiang Yan was a little absent-minded these days, she had no choice but to carry Yuan Ge'er to Bishuixuan.

A closer look reveals that Jiang Yan is thinner than before.

Dou Zhao asked her to play with Yuan Ge'er and asked her, "What's on your mind?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a while, then whispered, "I want to go to Daxiangguo Temple to burn some incense..."

Dou Zhao was a little surprised, but when he asked again, she blushed and kept silent. Dou Zhao thought that she was about to get married, so it was natural that she was embarrassed to say something else, so he smiled and agreed, and asked someone to arrange a carriage and a servant to accompany her.

Jiang Yan thanked Dou Zhao shyly and asked timidly, "Can we invite my twelfth sister to go with us?"

"It would be great if she were with us." Dou Zhao originally planned to accompany her, but since she had her own close sister, Dou Zhao was happy to let her go, so he encouraged her to write a post to invite Jiang Lizhu.

Jiang Lizhu had been married into the Wu family for more than half a year. The couple loved each other and lived a smooth life, but she didn't know why there was no movement of her body. Although her mother-in-law comforted her that such things could not be rushed, she was still very worried. She was thinking about whether she should go to burn incense to Guanyin Bodhisattva. When she received Jiang Yan's invitation, she gladly agreed.

Mrs. Wu had also experienced being a granddaughter-in-law and then a mother-in-law. She understood Jiang Lizhu's feelings very well. She personally ordered people to prepare incense and candles and sent Jiang Lizhu to the carriage.

Song Mo also hoped that Jiang Yan could have a friend who knew that she went to Daxiangguo Temple to burn incense, and asked someone to give her 100 taels of silver as incense money.

Jiang Yan declined.

Song Mo's face immediately turned ashen.

Dou Zhao quickly winked at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan then realized that he had done something wrong. He quickly took the silver, thanked Song Mo, and retreated in panic.

Song Mo couldn't help but press his temples.

Dou Zhao smiled and stretched out her hand in front of him, saying angrily: "Today the owner of the silver shop will send Sister Yan jewelry for her wedding. I want to make a pearl headband!"

Song Mo laughed, and then he pulled Dou Zhaola to sit on his lap. He bit her ear and said, "I am yours, so how can I miss your pearl headband? We won't make you a pearl headband, but I will make you a hundred-treasure necklace, okay?"

"Who usually wears a jeweled necklace?" Dou Zhao argued with him, "You just don't want me to get what I want."

Song Mo put his hand into her clothes and teased, "If you let me have a bite, we can fight for your pearl headband and precious necklace..."

Dou Zhao was defeated and jumped up from his knees.

Song Mo laughed out loud, feeling very happy, and held her back to prevent her from leaving.

The couple was cuddling there, and Wuyi reported through the quilted curtain: "My Lord, Geng Li is here."

Song Mo let go of Dou Zhao, kissed her cheek tenderly, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

Dou Zhao neatly helped him straighten his clothes, escorted him out of the inner room, and stood at the door until Song Mo left the main courtyard before returning to the inner room.

Although Song Mo remained calm, she still felt that his body stiffened slightly when he heard the name "Geng Li".

She called Liu Zhang, the servant Du Wei had left in the mansion, and asked him if he knew Geng Li.

The more he knew, the more he understood Dou Zhao's position in Song Mo's heart, and the more he would be wary of Dou Zhao.

Liu Zhang's teeth chattered as he answered, "I know. He is the first aide to the Liao King."

Dou Zhao was stunned. He sent Liu Zhang away and sat on the big kang by the window, waiting for Song Mo to come back in a somewhat restless manner.

As the commander, Prince Liao's hand finally reached out to Song Mo.

Could it be that God has his own plans?

Was it also God’s will that the King of Liao ascended to the throne?

Dou Zhao was thinking secretly, and didn't even notice that the tea in his hand spilled onto the horse-faced skirt.

The maids rushed forward to serve.

Song Mo turned back, his expression relatively calm, but with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but feel strange.

Song Mo waited until Dou Zhao had changed his clothes and the servants in the room had left. Then he smiled and said, "Guess what Geng Li came to see me for?"

Dou Zhao guessed that he and Geng Li's conversation must have been quite pleasant, so he jokingly asked, "Could it be that he came to give you a gift?"

"It's not right, but it's not far off." Song Mo blinked at her, "Geng Li came to see me on behalf of the King of Liao, and wanted to marry Ayan as his wife."

Dou Zhao was shocked and asked in a lost voice, "She is officially the canonized wife?"

Song Mo nodded and said, "If we agree to this marriage, he will immediately submit a petition for approval, and even let Geng Li bring the petition over."

This happened too suddenly. Dou Zhao was so agitated that he finally managed to suppress the word "no" and asked Song Mo anxiously, "What are your plans?"

Song Mo said, "Of course I'll politely refuse!" As he spoke, his expression became a little cold, "Ayan has suffered enough, I have no intention of letting Ayan marry far away."

Dou Zhao couldn't help but blush for his own trembling just now.

She asked, "What about the marriage between Chen Jia and Sister Yan?"

Song Mo frowned and said through gritted teeth, "That guy got it lucky."

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Wuyi ran in in panic: "Master, Madam, this is terrible! My cousin was kidnapped on the way to Daxiangguo Temple!"

Song Mo stood up suddenly and asked in a sharp voice: "What did you say? Where is Zhu Yicheng?"

Dou Zhao also stood up in a panic.

The person who went with us today is Zhu Yicheng.

Daishokoku-ji Temple is one of the most popular Zen temples in Kyoto, with crowds of pilgrims every day. Who dares to capture people in such an important place in the capital?

She looked towards Song Mo.

Song Mo was already walking out at a brisk pace. As he walked, he solemnly ordered Wu Yi, "Call Xia Lian immediately! Prepare the horse for me!"

Wuyi replied "yes" and ran out quickly.

Dou Zhao called out "Yan Tang" and said, "Let Duan Gongyi go with you!"

Song Mo nodded and hurried out of the main courtyard.

Dou Zhao was a little worried and followed him.

Just then, he saw Song Mo jump on his horse, pull the reins and yell at Wuyi, "Give me my bow."

Xia Lian, Duan Gongyi and others were already ready to go.

Dou Zhao was terrified.

In the previous life, Song Mo shot the prince to death with an arrow.

She couldn't help but run forward, grabbed Song Mo's robe, and said anxiously: "Sister Yan is a girl, you can't let everyone know."

There was a hint of anger between Song Mo's brows. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded.

Dou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Wuyi carried Song Mo's bow.

There was a sound of hurried horse hooves outside the door.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the voice.

Then I saw Chen Jia running in from the gate with a pale face.

Seeing the scene in the yard, he was slightly stunned, and his expression quickly became excited.

He clasped his fists towards Song Mo and said, "My Lord, I'll go with you!"

Song Mo rode on the horse, looking down at Chen Jia with eyes as cold as ice, and remained silent for a long time.

Chen Jia was stunned.

Song Mo said coldly: "Just now, the King of Liao sent someone to ask for Ayan to be his wife. I politely declined and Ayan was captured right after. Are you still willing to go with me?"

The color on Chen Jia's face faded completely, and his complexion became a little paler than before.

He slowly knelt in front of Song Mo, kowtowed to him three times solemnly, and said in a serious tone: "My Lord, please take me with you!"

Song Mo curled his lips and smiled, then rode out of the house.

Xia Lian and others followed with a lot of noise.

Leaving behind Dou Zhao, surrounded by maids, and Chen Jia, kneeling alone in the middle of the yard.

Dou Zhao's eyes moistened, and he said softly to Chen Jia: "Knives and guns have no eyes, so you better be careful."

Chen Jia clasped his fists and bowed to Dou Zhao, then quickly ran out of the Duke of Ying's Mansion.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but look up at the sky, took a long breath, and a relieved smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.