Ninefold Purple

Dou Dechang hurriedly told what happened, and Dou Shiying was stunned.

"Where did Yantang see it?" He frowned and murmured, "No! Even if he saw it from somewhere, he didn't have to make an art! Besides, what did he test Song Qianli for? ah?"

Dou Zhengchang and Dou Dechang couldn't figure it out either.

Dou Shiying said: "I'll call Yantang to ask about it tomorrow!"

That's all there is to it. [

Dou Zhengchang and Dou Dechang looked at each other helplessly.

Dou Shiying sent Gao Sheng's daughter-in-law to ask her aunt, "What is Shougu doing when you come back?"

The horoscope has not yet been written, so my aunt is naturally not good at saying anything, so she prevaricates Dou Shiying with what she discussed with Dou Zhao: "We are discussing about going to Kaiyuan Temple on the tenth day of October."

Dou Shiying nodded, thinking about how to speak when she saw her son-in-law tomorrow.

Song Mo sent Dou Zhao back to the British government, and went to the place where Song Yuwei stayed temporarily.

Song Yumin had just arrived at the house, and before he had time to change his clothes, he went out to greet the guests wearing the clothes he had just gone out to visit.

Seeing that Song Mo was also wearing the clothes he wore in Jing'an Temple Hutong just now, he felt a little uneasy amidst his suspicions.

Song Yumin's friends are just a small rich family, they only hired two or three servants, and they still have to take care of this big family. Song Yumin is sitting here, and Song Yan is still looking at his daily life.

After he and Song Mo sat down as guests and hosts, Song Yan brought tea in.

Song Mo glanced at Song Yan, and said to Song Yumin, "Mr. Song, I have something to say to you alone..."

Song Yan heard the sound and knew Ya, and retreated.But before he walked out the door, he heard Song Mo say: "Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with my nephew..."

If it was normal, Song Yan would ignore it even if he heard such words.Don't listen to insults.But what happened today was so strange, first there was Song Mo Duanduan's school examination, and then there was such a half-talk, which made him hesitate again and again, and he couldn't help but stand by the door curtain.

Song Mo's voice clearly reached his ears: "I want to ask my nephew for a wedding wine!"

Song Yumin and Song Yan were taken aback, and even understood what Song Mo had done just now.

Song Mo's status made Song Yumin involuntarily say cautiously: "I don't know whose matchmaker the eldest son is? Although our Song family has a good reputation in Quzhou, it is a small family that has been handed down from farming to education. Qi Da is not just me. Afraid to climb up!"

As an uncle who is also a teacher and a father, Song Yumin thinks that Song Yan can marry a girl from a scholar family and live a thrifty life.

The Prince of England is too far away from them, unimaginable.He thought it was impossible to climb Song Mo's high branch, so there was no trade-off.

Song Mo pretended he didn't hear it, and said with a smile, "You also know the woman—my wife's cousin, the third lady of the Zhao family in Anxiang Village."

Song Yumin worked as a teacher at Dou's family for five years, how could he not know about Zhao's family in Anxiang Village? [

He immediately felt insulted.

The Zhao family recruited a son-in-law.

Is it because the Song family is a small family.Because both of Song Yan's parents died, he should marry another family!

But before he could open his mouth, Song Mo smiled and said, "I think you have heard about Mr. Zhao's character. Back then, in order to catch up with the funeral for his younger sister, he didn't even take the exams; when the Wang family wanted to straighten their daughter He didn't pay any attention to the promise that he would become an official and get rich. Ling nephew came to be Zhao's son-in-law, how could he treat his nephew badly?"

Master Zhao's character.I really have nothing to say.

On this point, Song Yumin couldn't deny it.

"Let's talk about Ms. Zhao San. It's not like you don't know her appearance and character. Nephew Peiling, didn't you wrong him?"

Although there is a difference between men and women, he has met Miss Zhao San twice from a distance, and she is indeed an outstanding young lady!

But Song Yumin still couldn't help but said: "But it can't be just because of this, let Qianli marry?"

Song Mo lowered his head to drink tea, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced across the plywood curtain and saw a pair of green cloth fat-faced shoes.

He couldn't help smiling slightly, and said: "Your nephew's parents died, and you grew up eating hundreds of meals. You are just sitting in the restaurant for a living. Although the Dou family has nothing to say, they only have two or three hundred taels of silver. Nephew Ling followed you. Dou's family supported the food, clothing, paper and inkstone. Let alone the clothes of the four seasons, I'm afraid it cost you a lot of money, right?

"Today I assessed my nephew's crafting skills. It is quite satisfactory, smooth and natural. If it is well cultivated, within ten years, I don't know if it will be possible to become a Jinshi.

"From Quzhou to Kyoto, it is said that the round trip will cost hundreds of taels of silver. The husband left the museum and went home. With the savings of the husband, how many years can he support?

"What's more, the volumes are divided into the north and the south, and the south of the Yangtze River is known for its reading atmosphere. It is rare for two of the ten scholars to win the Juren, and it is rare for the ten Juren to win the Jinshi.

"It's different when you marry into the Zhao family.

"Based on the family background of the Zhao family and Master Zhao's character, although it is difficult for my nephew to be a Jinshi because of his marriage, but if he is diligent, he may not be able to win a Juren or something.

"The Zhao family is also a family of scholars, even if the nephew is destined for an official career, the descendants are not bad.

"Moreover, there are three generations of returning to the clan, so what are you dissatisfied with?"

The so-called three-generation return to the clan refers to the sons born to the ancestral family. In the third generation, either one is designated, or it is agreed, and the last one, whether it is a boy or a daughter, returns to the ancestral hall with the original grandfather's surname.

But Song Yumin still tactfully refused: "Qianli has followed me to read so much, and he has to give it a try before he gives up. Let's not talk about marriage for the past few years!"

Song Mo glanced at the face shoes under the curtain again, and said unhurriedly: "The twisted melon is not strong, please think about it carefully, sir, if you change your mind, just ask someone to tell the British government." " Then he shook his head and got up to say goodbye, and sighed: "You really treat your nephew more lightly than your own son! You took out all your pension money for your nephew to study..." He looked very emotional.

Song and Min pretended not to see it, and sent Song Mo out. [

Behind the big pagoda tree in front of the door, Song Yan with a pale complexion walked.

He looked at Song Moyuan's carriage and stood there for a long time.

After Song Mo's carriage disappeared, another figure turned around and went to an inconspicuous alley in the south of the city.

"Brother Chen!" The figure knocked on the door, "It's me, Huzi!"

The door opened with a "squeak", revealing Chen Jia's ordinary but sharp-eyed face.

"Come in!" He let people into the yard unhurriedly, but he was a little nervous when he said it. "Has anyone noticed you?"

"No!" Huzi whispered, "I follow from a distance, they won't be able to find it."

Chen Jia gave a "hmm" and entered the house with Hu Zi.

After filling two large bowls of water, Hu Zi reported Song Mo's whereabouts to Chen Jia in the past few days.

Chen Jia's eyes showed confusion: "So, you followed the son to the farm that day, is it really your wife?"

Huzi nodded again and again, and said: "Besides, the son seems to be busy these days for his wife's affairs, and he recruited more than [-] guards. Suddenly they were all thrown in the yard, and then he accompanied his wife back to his mother's house. Yes, they are all from Madam's natal family."

This is no good!

Chen Jia was spinning around the room.

He thought that if he could bend over, he could be a good friend whether a monk or a Taoist priest.But these "women" and children...

Hu Zi said: "My lord, why don't you continue the strings? If you continue the strings, at least you can recognize a decent daughter-in-law next to your wife or something, won't you have contacts?"

That's a good idea.

Chen Jia's eyes lit up, she had an idea, and told Huzi: "I only heard that Madam is the fourth lady of the Dou family in Beilou. The daughter of the Governor of Yunnan, Wang Yousheng, is Madam's stepmother. However, the fourth lady has been really determined, and when it comes time to leave the cabinet, she was asked to marry Yi by her half-sister. You go to Zhending and find out the details of the wife. Who can speak in front of the lady? ? What kind of food and clothing do you like? What are your hobbies...how much can I ask?"

Huzi replied "yes" with a smile, and had dinner at Chen Jia's place.I left Kyoto overnight.

Dou Zhao waited for Song Mo at home until it was time to light the lamp.Song Mo just came back.

She didn't welcome him out, and asked him eagerly, "What did the Song family say?"

"It must be impossible to turn around for a while." Song Mo laughed, "By tomorrow, someone will probably think about it." Then he said, "If we can't think about it, I think we should find another way for my cousin?"

Dou Zhao couldn't understand.

Song Mo said: "You will know tomorrow!" Then he asked Dou Zhao: "Order the kitchen to get me something to eat. The ones I ate at Jing'an Temple Hutong at noon would be the bottom line."

Dou Zhao was shocked and said, "Why haven't you eaten dinner yet?"

Song Mo said with a smile: "I came out of Mr. Song's place and went to the palace. So many people were transferred here. Although I used Wucheng soldiers and horses as an excuse, it must be a beautiful excuse. I'll go." When I met the emperor, I showed the rosters of several people to the old man for a look, so that no one would give me a 'medicated' eye in front of the emperor."

Show the emperor...

Dou Zhao opened his eyes wide: "What did the emperor say?"

Song Mo smiled at her: "Speaking of which, the emperor and we thought about it, and we both chose those three people."

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Song Mo sighed and said: "It would be great if my aunt didn't have those family views! When a scholar becomes a married man and changes his name, he will inevitably feel like he has forgotten his ancestors. Even if he can participate in Chunwei, no one is willing to appoint him as a student. It's different, it's a kindness to leave, and I don't care about it, but I can continue the woman's attack..."

Otherwise, he would not have found Zhao Zhangru a husband in the personal guard army.

Dou Zhao took his arm and jokingly said, "It's hard work, my son!"

"It's good that you know!" Song Mo said sexually, "I'm exhausted today!"

Su Xin and the others who followed Dou Zhaoying couldn't help but lower their heads and smile.

After dinner, wash and change clothes, the two of them lie on the bed and whisper.

"Why did you think of trying Song Qianli's art?"

"If you failed the first time, you can't do it the second time, right?" Song Mo smiled, "Isn't my aunt looking for a student from a scholar's family? What if my aunt takes the exam when they meet?"

Dou Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Poetry is also tested in the imperial examination, why don't you test his poetry as you like?"

Seeing her smiling sweetly, Song Mo twisted her nose unnaturally, and said, "I think so, but looking at his stupid look, how can he be as charming as writing a poem for my wife? "

Dou Zhao played flower guns with him.

"Still flamboyant?" She bit his ear and said, "Come and listen to a poem!"

Song Mo really likes Dou Zhao like this.

Turning around and pressing her under him, he said vaguely in her ear: "I really want to do it!"

"Really!" Dou Zhao squinted at him.

Song Mo chuckled, and chanted, "The branches are easy to fall one after another"... Her clothes are all gone... His hands are playing in the valley... "The tender core discusses carefully"...

Dou Zhao's face is like the morning glow...

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Today's update, sisters.

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