Ninefold Purple

The true determination at this time is the heavy snow.

A few days ago, the steward of the farm came to give gifts for the New Year, and offered two pieces of ferret furs, which were a little less than armor, and it was a pity to have skirts on them. Digging the Zhaojun set with the autumn fragrance of clouds, it is used during the Chinese New Year.

It was cold and there was nothing to do, so Ganlu and the others accompanied Dou Zhao to sit on the hot kang inside and do needlework.

Su Xin walked in lightly.

"Miss," she winked at Dou Zhao and said with a smile, "the accounts sent by the farm a few days ago are not correct." [

When Ganlu and the others heard this, they retreated immediately.

Only then did Su Xin take out a letter from her pocket: "Miss, Mr. Chen sent someone to send it back."

Dou Zhao accepted the letter nervously.

It has been eight or three days, but there has been no news from the capital. She seems to be leisurely, but in fact she is always thinking about it, and often tosses and turns at night and cannot sleep.

After reading the letter at a glance, Dou Zhao couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Su Xin, who was staring at her anxiously, her expression couldn't help but relax, and she immediately showed a happy smile: "Miss, Duan guards them, are they safe?"

Dou Zhao nodded, signaling for Su Xin to light up the horn palace lantern next to her.While burning the letter, he whispered: "Mr. Mei is safe and sound. On March [-], he presided over Mrs. Jiang's sacrifice. Mr. Chen and Duan Huwei will be back in a few days!"

A calm person like Su Xin, hearing that Chen Qushui will be back soon, couldn't help jumping for joy: "That's good, that's good."

Seeing her happy look, Dou Zhao couldn't help showing a cheerful smile, and said, "Go and tell Lu Ming, so they won't worry."

Su Xin went happily.

But Dou Zhao was stunned for a long time looking at the sealed paper that had been burned to ashes.

Song Mo is indeed not the kind of person who accepts everything.

His father wanted to frame him, but he also resisted.

It was a risky decision to send Duan Gongyi, Chen Xiaofeng and others to rescue Song Mo overnight.

But as long as she thinks about what happened to Song Mo in her previous life, she can't just sit back and watch things happen again.

However, Dou Zhao has not found the answer to why the British Duke framed his eldest son, no matter in the past or present.

In the previous life, the Jiang family was ransacked and beheaded, and the Jiang family was wounded in a sick bed, and died not long after.Song Mo had just lost his uncle and his mother. He must have been exhausted, but he also felt a little resentful. It was impossible for him, and he didn't have the mood and energy to pay attention to the things around him. The prelude to slandering Song Mo was kicked off by being impeached by the imperial envoy.But in this life, although Jiang Meisun and others were killed, Mrs. Mei and other women and children survived. In order to protect the Jiang clan, Song Mo not only did not feel depressed because of the death of Jiang Meisun and others, but actively accepted into the aristocratic circle of the capital. , even in order to test the emperor's intentions, he intentionally lost Qiuwei's hunt and re-established his position in the emperor's heart.

The well-known Song Mo made the British public like a hot potato, and finally had no choice but to make a sudden attack at the moment Song Mo came back from the funeral... His own warning, the British public's Nai, gave Song Mo a chance.

Sometimes identity is also a bondage. [

This time he was able to escape the danger smoothly, and hoped that he, who had retained his position as the eldest son, would not be as crazy as he was in his previous life.

Dou Zhao sighed quietly.

At dusk, Lu Ming came to bid him farewell.

Without saying a word, he first knelt down and kowtowed three times to Dou Zhao: "Miss Si, your great kindness will not only be forgotten by my son, but also by us." Then he said, "My son Grandpa was injured and needed someone to take care of him, and there was no one to help. Mr. Yan discussed with me and planned to rush back to the capital tonight. Xu Qing's injury is too serious. Keep it for a few days."

Lu Ming came to Dou's house for half a year, and has always respected Dou Zhao, but unlike now, the respect is somewhat respectful and sincere.

Maybe it's because I saved Song Mo!

"Get up and talk!" Dou Zhao thought, and said, "There is no one else in the farm, so you can rest assured that Xu Qing will recuperate there." Then Su Xin gave him 50 taels of silver Cheng Yi, "Be careful along the way. My people haven't returned yet, so I can't escort you back to Kyoto."

Lu Ming was not polite, and put the banknotes in his arms: "It's only five or five miles away from the capital, and I will protect Mr. Yan, and I will arrive safely." The certainty when he spoke made Dou Zhao feel more and more He is a master.

Dou Zhao gave a few instructions, served tea, and sent Lu Ming away. Ganlu came in and said, "Miss, I am glad to be back!"

A month ago, Gao Sheng asked Dou Shiying to bring Dou Ming back to Kyoto.

Dou Zhao sent Happy to accompany him.

She was happy to see her in the hall.

"Miss, the journey is going well." Happy's body still has water stains from the melting snowflakes, and he can tell at a glance that he came to see Dou Zhao before he got out of the house, "Seventh Master also called me to ask Miss There are a lot of things.” He grinned, Dou Shiying cared so much about Dou Zhao, obviously he valued his eldest daughter very much, he was very happy for Dou Zhao, “Let me bring a lot of special products from Kyoto, and said it was for the young lady’s New Year.”

Dou Zhao said "Thanks for the hard work" to him, and asked Su Xin to count things, and asked about his father's health.

"Master Seven is very good." He said with a happy smile, "Every Muxiu, I would go to the temple to discuss Buddhism with the masters. Everyone praised Master Seven for his profound Dharma, and even us were honored." He said, from the waist He took out a Zhang Ping An Talisman from his purse, "This is when I went to Daxiangguo Temple to play, the Zhike monk Defu knew that I was the seventh master of the Dou family in Beilou, and gave me a safe amulet consecrated by the master Woolen cloth!"

Dou Zhao was stunned, and then burst out laughing.

Back then, Abbot Fude, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, and Master Yuantong of Dalong Shanhuguo Temple were the two most famous Zen masters in Kyoto. One could bring the dead back to life, and the other could bring the living to death. A person with outstanding appearance, every time during the Dharma Assembly on the Lantern Festival, the Daxiangguo Temple and the Dalong Shanhuguo Temple are crowded with women who go to listen to the Dharma. It is said that when the monks from the two temples come out with the merit box, Copper coins will fall like raindrops.

Now, the future abbot of Daxiangguo Temple is still serving as an accomplice, but he already knows to manage the servants of relatives in Douge's hometown.Master Yuantong, the future abbot of Dalong Shanhuguo Temple, is temporarily staying at the Heshoutang of Dou's family, and is preparing to participate in next year's Spring Festival!

It turns out that people who are destined to have a relationship often inadvertently.

But what exactly is Ji Yong doing these days?

Since he walked away that day, she ignored him, and he never appeared in front of her eyes again.

Dou Zhao was hesitant to go and see Ji Yong, when Gan Lu's voice suddenly came from outside: "Master Ji..." As soon as the words fell, it turned into panic, "What are you doing..."[

With a sway of the warm curtain, Ji Yong barged in carelessly.

He was only wearing a blue brocade robe, and there were snowflakes falling on his head and shoulders. If it wasn't for his unusually serious expression, she might have frowned and scolded him loudly.

"Miss!" Gan Lu, who followed Ji Yong, looked at Dou Zhao aggrievedly.

Dou Zhao made a gesture, signaling to go down and serve tea, then pointed to the grand teacher's chair beside him lightly, and said, "Cousin Ji, please sit down!"

Ji Yong didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with him at all. He nodded, didn't sit down, but stood there straight, and said indifferently: "I've decided, I'll leave for the capital tomorrow. In Shuntian Mansion Rent a house over there, study behind closed doors, and participate in next year's Spring Festival."

He was coming so fiercely that Dou Zhao never thought that he was here to tell himself that he had accepted his advice, so he was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

"That's great!" She said with an authentic expression, "I'm here to congratulate Cousin Ji for achieving what he wants, and passing on the golden palace!" But she wanted to laugh in her heart.

This Ji Yong, even if he admits his mistake, he still has to use a condescending tone.

Seeing this, Ji Yong nodded very satisfied.

Dou Zhao turned his face away, coughed lightly, and then held back the smile that was about to reach his lips.

Ganlu ran in.

"Miss, miss, Mr. Chen is back!"

"Ah!" Dou Zhaoxi raised his eyebrows, hurriedly said to Ji Yong, "You sit down first", and greeted him out.

Walking through the wind and snow corridor, Chen Qushui and others in Tsing Yi approached gradually.

Dou Zhao couldn't help the corners of his eyes flickering with water.

"Miss!" A group of people stood still under the verandah, Chen Qushui looked at Dou Zhao excitedly, bowed deeply, and saluted Dou Zhao.

"Mr. Chen," Dou Zhao said with a smile on his lips, "You are finally back!" He looked up and down carefully at Duan Gongyi and Chen Xiaofeng who were standing behind Chen Qushui and saluted her. That's it!" Then he greeted them, "Everyone, come in and talk!"

The joy of reunion brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Dou Zhao was surrounded by several people and was about to enter the house, when the noren curtain was raised, Ji Yong came out.

Mr. Chen and the others were a little surprised.

Ji Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Chen Qushui with sharp sharpness.

"Mr. Chen?" He raised his eyebrows, "I heard that you went to the capital to visit your friend. I don't know where your friend resides? Why didn't you visit Dou Qiye when you went to the capital? It's so strange! "The tone was a little sarcasm.

Chen Qushui didn't know that Ji Yong was checking him.

If it was in the past, he would definitely be a little unhappy.But after experiencing those things in the British Mansion, he suddenly felt that compared to what happened to Song Mo, these were trivial things.

"My friend lives in Daxing," he said with a calm smile, "I'm used to calling it Jingdu. I misunderstood Mr. Ji. I also visited Qiye's place, but I didn't meet Mr. Ji." Concise and concise, not a word too much.

Ji Yong felt that Chen Qushui was suspicious, but looking at the excited Dou Zhao, he still swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Then I'll take my leave!"

He flicked his sleeves and walked out of Xi Dou's upper room.

A panting voice came from outside: "Young Master, Young Master, why don't you wear a cloak?"

Dou Zhao couldn't help Wan Er.

They entered the house with Mr. Chen.

After Ganlu and the others served tea, they retreated quietly.

Mr. Chen talked about what happened in Kyoto these days.

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Sisters, brothers, I still owe a chapter update, I have been thinking about this matter, but I am too busy these days, I don’t have time to make up, try to think of a way in these two days, see if I can ask for a leave or something of……

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