Ninefold Purple

Dou Zhao and Song Mo were greeting Song Yichun when Dou Jichang, who came to Dou Zhao to return home, arrived.

Song Yichun was full of words and had to be bored in his stomach. He hurriedly confessed a few words to Dou Zhao and Song Mo, and let them go out.

The wind blows and the torrential rain pours over like a tide, and the veranda looks like it has been washed, not to mention the people walking on it, the shoes, socks and skirts will be drenched immediately.

Everyone wore coir raincoats and clogs.

Dou Zhao was a little taller than usual. [

Su Xin struggled to hold her umbrella.

"I'll do it myself!" Dou Zhao smiled, reaching for Su Xin's umbrella.

But a pair of hands that were crystal clear like beautiful jade stretched out and took Su Xin's umbrella before her.

Dou Zhao looked up in astonishment, and saw Song Mo's indifferent face.

"Let me come!" He held the umbrella calmly and walked out with his arms around Dou Zhao's shoulders.

Chen He, who was holding the umbrella for Song Mo, didn't know what to do, so he was stunned for a long time before catching up.

Dou Zhaoqi Song Mo's ears.

She leaned slightly so that she could lean on his shoulder.

In two lifetimes, Dou Zhao has always been the one who holds the umbrella, how could someone hold an umbrella for her like this?

She didn't recover for a long time, and walked forward in a daze. When she realized, she was already standing in front of the carriage in front of the door.

The coachman had put away the footstool.

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, helped Dou Zhao's hand, and said, "Get in the carriage quickly, be careful not to get your clothes wet." He moved the umbrella to the footstool, and actually wanted to help Dou Zhao get into the carriage himself.

Big raindrops fell on Song Mo's face.

Dou Zhao hurriedly bent down and got into the carriage.

Chen He ran over, holding up the tung oil umbrella with both hands to shield Song Mo from the wind and rain.

Song Mo handed the umbrella to Wu Yi beside him, and got into the carriage.

Su Xin and the others showed strange expressions, lowered their heads, and filed into the carriage behind.

Seeing this scene, Dou Jichang's footsteps faltered slightly.

He was a little surprised. [

Who in Kyoto does not know that the eldest son of the British government has a prominent background.He has a cold personality and is not easy to get close to. I didn't expect him to put down his figure to take care of his fourth sister... It can be seen that no matter how cold a man is, he has a tender side in front of his wife.

He smiled and jumped into Dou's carriage.

Rain pattered on the roof of the car.

Looking at the dress without a drop of water stain, Dou Zhao was very moved, and sincerely said "thank you" to Song Mo, handed Song Mo a handkerchief, and motioned him to wipe the rain off his face.

Song Mo smiled and took the handkerchief.

Very ordinary white satin, with Cong Sulan embroidered on one corner.

This reminded him of Dou Zhao's flower garden.

Song Mo wiped his face.

There is a faint fragrance on the veil.It's like orchid fragrance, and it's like jasmine fragrance, and when you smell it carefully, it's like the fragrance of hosta flowers, very elegant.

He tucked the veil into his sleeve.Lifting the curtain of the car, looking out through the glass-paneled car: "Are you really sure if you want to go back?"

There were no pedestrians on the road, and the wind and rain were blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground, making them look a little embarrassed.

Dou Zhao's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"Whatever, as long as you think about it, you can always find time." He turned his head, his eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit compartment.Bright as stars.

"That's right!" Dou Zhao laughed, and thought about it for a moment.

It would be great if Song Mo could come back to Zhending together with her.

Let grandma see Song Mo, and she can rest assured.

But Song Mo is on duty at the Jinwu Guard, so he may not be able to leave.This matter has to be discussed in the long run.

"Shall I discuss it with Mr. Yan at that time?" She smiled, "There must be an explanation from the Duke."

Song Mo nodded.

I feel a little sad.

If the mother is still alive, there will be a mother to help Dou Zhao block it.How could it be so difficult for Dou Zhao to go back to Zhending!

He couldn't help but clenched his fist. [

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Dou Zhao approached the car with a smile.

"This autumn rain. The next weather will be cold." She asked him, "Where are we?"

In her previous life, although she had lived in Kyoto for more than ten years, she was only familiar with the surroundings of Fuguifang.

"We're on Andingmen Street." Song Mo said, thoughtfully, and told the driver, "Take Jiangmi Lane to Jing'an Temple Alley."

The coachman was stunned for a long time, then he answered "yes" loudly and entered an alley next to him.

Dou Zhao asked curiously, "Why do you want to go to Jiangmi Lane? Is it closer to Jing'an Temple Hutong by taking Jiangmi Lane?"

The next time she goes back to her mother's house, she will know how to go.

"It's about half an hour away from Huangqiang North Street," Song Mo said with a smile, "but the six government offices and the five military governor's mansions are all over there, you can take a look."

Dou Zhao was embarrassed.

Song Mo regarded her as a boudoir who had never traveled far.

But Song Mo took her around carefully, which still put her in a good mood.

Dou Jichang, who was following their carriage, was full of confusion.

Why did Song Mo and the others change their way to live in the south?This is getting farther and farther!

Looking again, the carriages and horses stopped slowly, and stood for a while in the Hanlin Academy, Shanglinyuan Prison, Taiyuan Hospital and other yamen before slowly moving forward.

He couldn't help asking the guards following the car: "What are they doing?"

The guard didn't know, so he hurried over to ask, and came back to report: "The Master is telling Fourth Aunt and Grandma where the six government offices are?"

Dou Jichang was stunned and asked, "What is the relationship between the six yamen and the fifth sister?"

The guard shook his head, apparently also puzzled.

On the contrary, Dou Jichang's servant guessed: "Grandma just arrived in the capital, and she seldom goes out on weekdays. She just goes out, wandering around a few temples, or selling silks, satin, gold and silver in those houses on South Street and Drum Tower Building. Strolling around in the jewelry shop, it must be that Shi Ziye intends to open the eyes of Fourth Aunt Grandma!"

Dou Jichang suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing: "It's thanks to him that he figured it out." He even took his wife to see the Six Departments of Yamen, not his son, and wanted to encourage him to take the imperial examination.

Fortunately, it was windy and rainy today, there were no pedestrians on the road, and it was the day of returning home. There was no time limit. Dou Jichang didn't bother to disturb them. He lay in the carriage and listened to the sound of the rain. Temple alley.

Dou's relatives are all here.

Hearing that Dou Zhao and the others had arrived, Dou Shiying, eager to know if her daughter was doing well, went to the gate to greet her despite Dou Shishu's obstruction.

Song Mo got out of the carriage and took the umbrella from Chen He.Blocking the wind, he helped Dou Zhao get out of the carriage, but his clothes got wet.

Dou Shiying, who rushed over in a hurry, couldn't help smiling, and before Song Mo could stand still, he stepped forward and took his arm: "Hurry up and sit in the house! It's raining too much!" Then he ordered Gao Sheng loudly, "Hurry up and find him!" A piece of clean clothes for Fourth Young Master." Very enthusiastic, even when Song Yichun and Song Mo's relationship was not broken, Song Mo had never treated Song Mo with such emotion, which made Song Mo a little dumbfounded for a while.After a while, he regained his composure, and thanked Dou Shiying respectfully: "Thank you, father-in-law!"

Dou Shiying looked at Song Mo, who was like jade beads in front of him, and thought of the way he was supporting Dou Zhao just now, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to the eye.While pulling Song Mo to the flower hall, he said with a smile: "A son-in-law, you don't have to be so polite with me. As long as your husband and wife are harmonious, I will be happy to see it."

Song Mo thought of Dou Shiying's eyes when Dou Zhao got married, and his heart suddenly softened.

He respectfully answered "yes" and entered the gate with Dou Shiying.

Gao Sheng ran over with a stack of clothes.

"Master, these are the new clothes you made a few days ago. I haven't had time to wear them yet." He said out of breath, "Which one do you think is suitable?"

Dou Shiying picked out a purplish-red baoxiang filigree gown, and said to Song Mo, "Go change your clothes first, it's raining in autumn. It hurts people, be careful of gonorrhea."

Looking at the gorgeous and complicated patterns, both Song Mo's forehead and Dou Zhao's forehead were sweating. The former was because he disliked the showy clothes, and because Dou Shiying said so.He didn't dare to resign; the latter didn't expect his father to make a ostentatious dress.

Song Moyou happily accompanied him to change clothes, and Dou Zhao couldn't help but ask, "Is Baoxianghua's fabric still popular now?"

"When did Baoxianghua's fabric become a popular fabric?" Dou Shiying asked back.

Dou Zhaoyu.

I can only whisper in my heart: but at your age.This is too fancy.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he saw Song Mo walking over with Gao Sheng.

The fuchsia brocade is embroidered with various patterns of flowers and plants with gold and silver threads. The colors are colorful and the colors are like flowing clouds. Against the backdrop of Song Mo's fair and flawless skin, it is like a little element in the colorful purples and reds. Luxurious and precious.

Dou Shiying's eyes lit up, and said: "This dress is quite suitable for you." Before Song Mo could speak, he walked forward, "We are going to the flower hall to drink tea. The relatives at home have arrived early, and they are waiting for you !"

Song Mo adjusted his sleeves uncomfortably, but when he lifted his foot, he became calm and followed Dou Shiying to the flower hall.

Dou Shishu and Dou Shiheng sat on the grand master chairs in the middle hall and talked with Wei Tingyu, while Dou Wenchang and the others stood aside and listened humbly, while Ji and the fifth wife and other female relatives sat around the round table in the west hall. Wenchang's two sons, Jichang's two sons and Dou Bochang's daughter were served by a large group of maids, laughing and playing in the flower hall, and the children's cheerful laughter was everywhere.

Seeing Dou Shiying, Song Mo, and Dou Zhao walking in, Dou Shishu and the others stopped talking, and the wives hurriedly took the children aside.

There was an instant silence in the flower hall.

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Mo.

Song Mo smiled calmly, and followed Dou Shiying to meet Dou Shishu and Dou Shiheng.

Wei Tingyu on the side looked at Dou Zhao, who was dressed dignifiedly but not brightly, with warm eyes.

Dou Zhao wanted to say more to Wei Tingyu, but followed Song Mo with lowered eyebrows, saluting Dou Shishu and Dou Shiheng.

Wei Tingyu touched his head, looking embarrassed.

At some point, Dou Ming walked over.

She pulled Wei Tingyu's sleeve, and whispered with a smile: "What is Hou Ye looking at?" She glanced at Dou Zhao who didn't look at them, but her eyes stayed on Song Mo.

This is the prince of the British government?

He actually looks so... amazing!

Dou Zhao is one year older than him!

Would he...will have a crush on Dou Zhao?

Dou Ming couldn't hide his astonishment and shock, and looked at Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao stood quietly behind Song Mo, with a calmness and restraint that did not match his age.

Dou Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he saw Song Mo cup his hands towards her husband, and called "Peijin" with a smile.

No honorifics!

(To be continued)