Ninefold Purple

Wei Tingyu frowned upon hearing this.

For such a big matter, how can Song Mo let him do whatever he says?

Where is the majesty of the court?What is the face of Wucheng Bingsi and Shuntian Mansion?

He couldn't help saying: "It's not good for the British government to offer a huge reward for this matter, isn't it? After all, arresting thieves and arresting criminals is a matter for the government. If you do this, it will make Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntian Mansion seem to be in trouble." You seem to be doing business..."

Uncle Yongping hated him greatly. [

Some things can only be felt, not spoken.

He glanced at Wei Tingyu angrily, and said coldly: "I am talking to the son of the world, there is no place for you to intervene!" After finishing speaking, he continued to say to Song Mo: "I'm afraid I have to discuss it with Mr. Huang carefully. , Take out the charter - we don't know those thieves, if someone kills the good and pretends to be meritorious, how can we tell the difference? If someone deceives and deceives, how can we tell the difference? Don't put the robbers away and wrong the good people. The son had a good intention, but he ended up with a bitter end. But the matter of catching the thief cannot be delayed," he mused, "how about we meet in Shuntian Mansion tomorrow morning? You still hold the sword given by the emperor Taizong, you can't just watch Wucheng Bingma Si and Shuntian Mansion busy?" Saying this, hehe laughed dryly a few times.

Anyway, the rumors have been released. As for what kind of "medicine" Yong Pingbo and Huang Qi sell in the gourd, they have to worry about it themselves.

Song Mo agreed with a smile.

Wei Tingyu's face was flushed red, and he couldn't lift his head in shame.

Wang Qinghai didn't know what to say, so he sat silently by the side and poured wine from the pot when Dong Ping Bo or Song Mo's wine cup was running low. In comparison, Wei Tingyu not only looked sluggish, but also easily Reminiscent of his identity as Lord Marquis, I feel that he takes Joe a bit.

Fortunately, Uncle Dongping was so preoccupied at this time that he didn't have time to think about him, so that he would not be embarrassed again in the next time.

Song Mo and Dong Pingbo both knew that the matter of the reward was uncertain after drinking for three rounds, and there was no need to discuss it further. They started to talk about the romance in Kyoto, compared to the "innocent and evil" Song Mo just now. Generous and decent, vulgar but not extravagant, elegant and harmonious, it is difficult for ordinary old officials who have accumulated many years to compare.

Uncle Dong Ping couldn't help but secretly marveled, and vaguely understood Song Mo's intentions in his heart.

He couldn't help feeling.

Unexpectedly, such a cowardly person as Song Yichun could raise such a powerful son. It seems that the British government will stand out again after ten years at the most.

The thought flashed across him, and he was even more surprised by the conflict between Song Yichun and Song Mo.

If he had a son like Song Mo, even if his son stole his concubine's room, he would have to find a way to protect his future. How could he hold his son back?

However, this is Song Yichun's family matter after all.

Uncle Dong Ping shook his head lightly, put the thought behind him, and started gossiping with Song Mo, which didn't go away until the second watch drum beat.

Wang Qinghai and Wei Tingyu followed Uncle Dongping like eggplants beaten by frost.

Uncle Dong Ping called Wang Qinghai: "You help me go back!"

Not daring to neglect, Wang Qinghai hurried forward to help Uncle Dong Ping into the carriage.

Dong Ping Bo and Song Mo bid farewell. [

Wang Qinghai gave Wei Tingyu a guilty wink, and apologized for not being able to accompany Wei Tingyu.

Wei Tingyu showed a smile uglier than crying, and reluctantly nodded to Wang Qinghai to indicate that it's okay, let him serve Uncle Dongping well.

Wang Qinghai heaved a sigh of relief, and after Uncle Dong Ping and Song Mo had finished exchanging greetings, he got into the carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Dong Boping, who was still drunk just now, opened his eyes suddenly, and told the coachman soberly: "Hurry up, turn around the corner and stop at the corner of Zuixian Tower.

The coachman was puzzled, but he turned a corner without hesitation according to Uncle Dongping's instructions, and parked the carriage at the corner of Zuixian Tower.

Uncle Dong Ping opened the curtain of the carriage, and Wang Qinghai saw Song Mo without even looking at Wei Tingyu, got into the carriage, whipped and left Zuixianlou Street.

Uncle Dong Ping closed his eyes, and called his son-in-law Wang Qinghai lightly: "Dahai, from now on, you should avoid dealing with the Marquis of Jining. If he doesn't make a big fortune, he might drag you down."

Wang Qinghai's heart was overwhelmed. He didn't expect the relationship between Song Mo and Wei Tingyu to be so stiff now, and he didn't expect that his father-in-law turned back specially to let him witness this scene in order to pull him out.

He said "hmm".

The tone was confused and bewildered, and a bit at a loss.

Uncle Dongping didn't urge him, closed his eyes, and pulled him back to Uncle Dongping's mansion by the rickety carriage.

Song Mo was very satisfied with today's meeting.

With his pretentiousness, tomorrow the streets and alleys of Kyoto will surely talk about his dandyism, and he can also take this opportunity to moderate his murderous spirit in people's minds.And there is an added bonus - good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.After tonight, most of the people in Jingdu will know that he and Wei Tingyu are at odds, and what happens to Jining Hou's mansion in the future will not be dragged on his head.

As if he had thrown down a lump of mud, he immediately felt relieved.

And once again thank the Bodhisattvas of the Western Paradise, Wei Tingyu recognized Dou Ming back then.

If Dou Zhao married him, I'm afraid I'll be heartbroken for the rest of my life, and I won't be able to live in peace.

Thinking of this, Song Mo, who had just finished grooming, looked at Dou Zhao who was sleeping soundly like a hibiscus flower under the Yingying light, and couldn't help but threw himself on her body, "Shou Gu, Shou Gu" kissed her indiscriminately, Wanting to wake her up, wanting her to respond enthusiastically to him, joking around with him, letting him know that she is in his arms, and she is happy with him, like this, he will feel more at ease in his heart, It seems more peaceful.

Dou Zhao was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, and woke up with sleepy eyes.

"Song Yantang! What are you doing?"

The quilt was in a mess, the skirts were spread apart, and the plump breasts were being held in his mouth, while changing into various shapes under his fingers, and there was a faint tingling pain.

"Why are you crazy?" Dou Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. [

She didn't know Uncle Dongping when he was in power, but Uncle Dongping who was at home was a stubborn old man. She was afraid that Song Mo's conversation with Uncle Dongping would collapse, and she had been anxiously waiting for Song Mo to come back. She never thought that she would be "fascinated" by waiting. Fell asleep in a daze, but Song Mo came back, still like this

Song Mo let go of her, leaned forward, and bit her ear.

"Shou Gu Shou Gu" he whispered in her ear, and kissed her lips fiercely, even more intense than the first time they shared the same bed.

Could it be that his talk with Uncle Dongping collapsed?

Dou Zhao, who was sobbing and unable to speak, finally broke free from his arms, panted and asked him "what's the matter", his mouth was blocked by him again, and his breasts were also held in his hands.

Dou Zhao only felt that his whole body was hot, his face was still burning hot, and he was heartbroken that he had suffered setbacks outside, so he let him go.

Song Mo found the pearl in her stamen with ease, twisted it lightly, and entered Dou Zhao's body.

Dou Zhao let out a muffled "hum".

Song Mo could feel the dryness of her flower path.

He stopped and bit her ear and asked her, "Does it still hurt a little?"

No pain at all, just a lot of swelling.

How could Dou Zhao speak so well.

She hummed vaguely.

Song Mo twitched slightly in her body.

After a few strokes, her body felt wet.

Song Mo laughed softly, followed her legs, went straight in and out, attacking her vigorously.

Dou Zhao was embarrassed.

She remembered that she was not so sensitive.

The pain of giving birth in the previous life made her no longer dream.But when he met Song Mo, he often did nothing, but could easily set her on fire.

She can feel that the flower path is already muddy, as if welcoming him

Dou Zhao couldn't help shivering for a while, and was also moved.

She remembered Song Mo's uncontrollable joyful voice: "Shougu, you're so kind." The swelling buried in her body seemed to have grown bigger.

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo had already turned her over, hugged her flexible waist, let her squat on the bed, and broke in from behind her.

Her body seemed to be pierced by him, and there was no tender hug, sweet kiss... This made her very uncomfortable.

"Don't, don't do this!" In a panic, Dou Zhao, whose hands and feet were weak, grabbed the railing at the head of the bed to untie.

"Don't you like this?" Song Mo said softly, and a lingering kiss fell on her smooth back like a spring breeze.

Dou Zhao trembled.

"No, I don't like it!" She was stunned by him, chattering.

"Don't like it?" Song Mo bit her ear and smiled, letting his body go straight, all the way to her greenhouse, "But I like it very much!"

He was rampant in her body, and the flower house gradually loosened.

"Yan, Yantang!" Dou Zhao's whole body trembled, and he was a little awkward to speak, "You, don't do this!"

This action made her a little overwhelmed.

"Then let's change our position," Song Mo blew hot air in her ear, "OK?"

Dou Zhao tremblingly responded with a "hmm".

Song Mo chuckled.

The body hit deeper.

Dou Zhao was in pain, and angry at him for not keeping his word.

Just now he called out "Yantang," but the tide hidden deep in his body surged out with him.

The person seemed to take time out and floated into mid-air.

Dou Zhao screamed softly.

"Shougu!" Song Mo stopped, quietly enjoying the aftertaste of her body.

Dou Zhao lay softly on the bed.

Song Mo covered his body and kissed her cheek lovingly

Dou Zhao closed his eyes, blushing all over his face.

Song Mo laughed softly, hugged the limp Dou Zhao in his arms, re-entered her body, and slowly moved while supporting her waist.

The more swollen and stabbing pain under his body brought Dou Zhao back to his senses.

The fullness of the chest draws a beautiful arc in front of Song Mo's eyes

"No, no!" Dou Zhao blushed with shame, and hit him hard.

Song Mo, however, held back that touch of glamour.

"No, no, no!" Dou Zhao leaned back, trying to avoid Song Mo, but let him enter her conservatory deeply again.

Dou Zhao bit his lip, in a dilemma.

Song Mo lifted her higher and lowered her even more heavily.

There was a tingling pain in her body, and a warm current also surged up.

"Yantang!" Dou Zhao called Song Mo's name absently, and hugged his neck tightly.

"Shougu!" Song Mo hugged her lovingly in his arms, playing with her body carefully.

Dou Zhao's head seemed to be filled with paste, and it was chaotic, but the feeling under his body was clearer.

Such frequent and deep love, with my own body, I will get pregnant soon!

Before the last bit of Qingming disappeared, such a thought appeared in Dou Zhao's mind.

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