Ninefold Purple

Song Mo's handsome and handsome face was still somewhat childish, and Dou Zhao could even see clearly the thin fluff on his lips. The person in front of her was far from the tall, vigorous, generous and graceful man with a calm and restrained expression in her memory.

She pictured him eating soup from a spoon.

Sip your lips first, then drink it in one go.

Don't like it, don't complain.

He is still just a teenager now. [

A 13-year-old boy.

Are you being too harsh on him?

Then let go of the grudges in your heart and treat him like an ordinary boy?Don't hold him accountable for things he didn't do.That's unfair to him too!

Dou Zhao, who let go of her psychological burden, smiled calmly: "I forgive you!" But she will not forget what kind of person he is because of this, "Then can you bring Mr. Chen back first? He is old and can't stand it." Too much bumps, and I need his help around me!"

"Need a person who has been a staff member of a third-rank feudal official to help with the management?" Her smile was peaceful and tolerant, with a hint of gentleness, which made Song Mo's heart warmer. He liked this kind of talking atmosphere, So he smiled and said: "It seems that this matter is very troublesome, why don't you tell me, I will also be very good at helping people out!"

Then don't use it!

"I opened a brush and ink shop," Dou Zhao half-truthfully said, "Thanks to Mr. Chen's help, Mr. Chen went to the capital, and my place is in chaos."

"Do you want to save a dowry?" Song Mo smiled, "How about I introduce you to a business? Once done, we can cooperate for a long time. And the payment period is very good."

Dou Zhao opened his eyes wide.

Song Mo doesn't seem like the kind of warm-hearted person, does he?

Why did he suddenly think of introducing business to himself?

There is no such friendship between them, is there?

But obviously Song Mo didn't think so.

His smile became wider: "Shuntian Fuxue and Guozijian will print a lot of time and ink every year. There happens to be a fellow in my family who has been released from school and works as a handyman in Shuntianfuxue. When the time comes, let the shopkeeper in your shop Just go find him."

She wants to return to the bridge with him.The way back to the way, from now on, never interact with each other, instead of continuing to be entangled with him.

Dou Zhao couldn't laugh or cry.He directly rejected him: "I think it's better to forget it, this matter is too troublesome, my shop only sells some ready-made pens and inks."

"Since you've done it, you have to do it the best you can." Song Mo walked straight to the front of the book case with a lecture tone, and didn't allow her to argue, and said, "I'll write you a letter. You can hold me when the time comes." Just go to him with the letter." Then he told her the man's name and appearance.

Dou Zhao had no choice but to thank him, and asked Gan Lu to come in to help him grind the ink, but Song Mo refused: "No, I can do it myself."

Then you can do it yourself. [

She is not in the habit of working hard for strangers.

Dou Zhao sat on the side drinking tea.

There was the sound of grinding ink in the room.

Neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow.Like a stone grinding, it is leisurely and comfortable, without any sense of stagnation.

What a lot of strength!

Dou Zhao couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh" and looked over.

Song Mo stood in front of the desk with ease, the hand holding the ink ingot was white and delicate, with slender knuckles, and his wrist was gently turning in circles, the clear water dripping into the inkstone gradually became colored.

Dou Zhao thought of the way he walked.

It's also like this with a bit of casualness, but it's so natural.

Did he learn any special martial arts like Duan Gongyi said?Or is it etiquette cultivated since childhood?

The more Dou Zhao looked at him, the more he felt that his manner was elegant.pleasing to the eye.

I couldn't stop being curious.

What happened back then that he would kill his father and brother?

How could such a pearl-like figure be reduced to the executioner of the Liao king?

Song Mo's previous sentence "Not all people are worthy of being parents" reverberated in her heart for a long time, and gradually condensed into a thorn.

"Take it!" Song Mo didn't know when the letter had been written, he waved the sealed letter in front of her, and smiled. "What are you worried about?"

"No, I'm not worried about anything." Dou Zhao calmed down, took the envelope and examined it carefully.

What he wrote was in the pavilion style.

It is thick and dignified, revealing a sense of solidity.

Dou Zhao took the envelope closer and looked at it.

That's right, it is thick and dignified, giving a sense of solidity.

How can a person's writing and his character be so different? [

She looked at Song Mo, her heart was in a mess, she didn't know what to say.

Song Mo turned a blind eye to her strangeness, and lay down on the drunkard's chair in the study, closed his eyes, put his hands on his abdomen naturally, and shook them creakingly.

In the summer afternoon, there is silence all around, the sound of the wind blowing through the tree branches and the creaking sound of the drunkard's chair singing together, it seems quiet and peaceful, making people drowsy.

Suddenly, Song Mo's voice sounded in the room: "Before I came, I just buried my cousin."

Dou Zhao shuddered and fully woke up.

"My cousin's boudoir name is Hanzhu, she is my second uncle's posthumous daughter." He still closed his eyes, his voice was very soft, with a trace of gentle warmth, "She is three years older than me, and has the most gentle temperament. She is honest, not only good at needlework, but also good at martial arts. All the sisters in the family love her. She often smiles and says to me, Godsend, when you grow up, don’t bully girls just because you are beautiful. child."

Dou Zhao sat up straight involuntarily.

I saw a drop of water in the corner of Song Mo's eyes.

"My great aunt's natal nephew, Yin Zhi, is superb in martial arts, he is bold, and the most rare thing is that he is not reckless." His voice was slightly choked up, "They love each other. My grandmother and great aunt are happy to see each other Yes. It’s just that my cousin lost her father when she was young and was raised by my aunt. My aunt was afraid of wronging my cousin, so she threw Yin Zhi to Fujian. My cousin is married in a beautiful way.

"When Yin Zhi left, he asked me to give my cousin a gold hairpin with two lotus flowers."

Dou Zhao grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly.

"Uncle was accused, my mother was afraid that my cousin would not be taken care of, and wanted me to marry my cousin.

"My father didn't agree. But seeing that the Jiang family seemed to be in trouble, my mother couldn't screw it, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Six days ago, my third and fifth uncles were escorted to Tieling Guard. The emperor allowed my grandmother to visit me. Only then did we know that Yin Zhi had been beaten to death by Jin Yiwei two months ago in order to protect my uncle. That night, she stabbed herself with the gold hairpin that Yin Zhi gave her..."

Dou Zhao's teeth were chattering, his face felt cool, and when he touched it, it was full of water.

She hurriedly turned her back, took out her handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and couldn't help secretly thanking herself for not wearing much powder on weekdays.Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to see people like this.

After finally tidying herself up, she turned her head and fell into a pair of eyes as deep as water.

When did Song Mo open his eyes?

He also has a lot to say!

Sighing, Dou Zhao sincerely said "Sorrow and change", and couldn't help asking Mrs. Mei: "Is the ancestral house in my hometown still inhabitable? The Jiang family has made great achievements, and I am afraid that many people will be offended. Even if If you can go back safely, what will you do after you go back? I'm afraid I have to come up with a charter."

Now that the Jiang family has been demoted to common people, if someone wants to seek revenge, he will be sure of all the wives.

"I've been busy with this matter for several days." Song Mo said as if he didn't see the redness of Dou Zhao's eye circles, "When the moon is full, it will lose money, and when the water is full, it will overflow. My grandmother knew this truth very well. So in the past few decades when she was in charge of the old man's family, she bought a lot of land for sacrifice, and renovated the ancestral house several times. Whenever the government asked the squire to contribute money and effort in her hometown, the Jiang family never shirked. After the imperial decree was issued , my grandmother breathed a sigh of relief, and said that not only the chewing at home is enough. If it is tight, she can also send some money to the Tieling Guard. I was also worried that someone would seek revenge, so I sent all the guards who were close to me to let They will work in Jiang's family from now on. With their skills, even if they are robbed by bandits, ordinary bandits may not be so easy to get them."

What's the use of more calculations when the thunder strikes?

Dou Zhao couldn't help sighing for Mrs. Mei from the previous life, and said, "What is there to be afraid of bandits? I'm afraid that Jin Yiwei pretends to be a bandit!"

Song Mo just smiled, but his eyes were more dazzling than the sun outside.

It was already arranged at a glance.

Dou Zhao secretly sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, he still can't be treated as a 13-year-old boy!

However, the atmosphere between the two became harmonious. After a few words, Dou Zhao got up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, I'm going back home. When you leave, I won't see you off."

Those "small gifts" did not dare to take them back, so they were locked in the warehouse of the farm.

Song Mo didn't say anything, and sent Dou Zhao to the gate.

Dou Zhao got into the carriage and was still murmuring: Is this my house or yours?

It was only when I got home that I remembered, why did I forget to make an appointment with Song Mo on the date of Mr. Chen's return?

While regretting, Su Lan who stayed at home hurriedly greeted her.

"Miss Si," she looked like she was about to cry, "just as you left, Mr. Ji came. He has been waiting for you at home all day. He keeps asking me where you have been? If you don't come back, I will be sorry Can't stop!"

Dou Zhao was stunned: "Why is he here? What about Aunt Six? She also came back?"

"The Sixth Wife hasn't come back." Su Lan puffed her cheeks and said, "Mr. Ji said that the weather is too hot, so he came to Zhending to escape the summer heat. He came directly to us after saying hello to Mrs. Second Tai, and asked about the current situation of Heshou Hall. Is there anyone living there? There is a pond over there, it is cooler. He wants to live in the Crane Hall for a while."

Dou Zhao felt that his temples seemed to start to tingle again.

She asked Su Lan: "Master Ji asked me where I went, how did you answer him?"

"I see Mr. Ji's posture, he seems to be looking for you no matter where you are," Su Lan pouted, she could hang a bottle of oil, "I had no choice but to tell him that you went to the state, and said, You told us to come back in the afternoon. Only then did he calm down. Now he is teaching Buddhist scriptures to Aunt Cui at Aunt Cui's place!"

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