Ninefold Purple

Dou Zhao thought about it carefully, and said, "Not really."

Song Mo was a little dumbfounded.

Dou Zhao smiled softly, and said softly: "When I was good, I lived with Aunt Cui on Zhuangzi. I am the eldest daughter of a bereaved mother, and Aunt Cui was born as an aunt. Others made fun of me, so the female red needle is very strict with me..."

Song Mo was very confused.

The news he got was that Aunt Cui was living with Dou Zhao. Why did Dou Zhao say that she lived with Aunt Cui in the farm? [

Song Mo thought of those large boxes of account books.

No matter how rich the Dou family is, even if the father-in-law has no sons, the Dou family should not record so many properties under Dou Zhao's name.

Back then when Wang Yousheng's daughter came in, it was probably not just as simple as setting up the concubine's room, right?

At that time, Dou Zhao should only be two or three years old. Who was taking care of her?

How did she come here all these years?

Song Mo looked at the bitterness revealed in Dou Zhao's shallow smile, and felt very regretful.

He cares too much about Dou Zhao's affairs, so that he wants to be that humble gentleman, he has only a half-knowledge about Dou Zhao's affairs, and even said the wrong thing, bringing up her sad things...

"Shougu," Song Mo leaned against Dou Zhao's face, "There are women in our needlework house. Just tell them what you want to do. If you don't like their needlework, I'll find some needlework bureaus in the palace." Those who come out come to work at home, don’t do needlework in the future, it’s not good for your eyes.” Then thinking that Dou Zhao’s needlework is all for himself, he said, “I have so many clothes that I can’t wear them all. After a few days, when I hand over the errand, I will accompany you to the Western Mountains to enjoy the snow."

The errand he was talking about referred to the people who supervised the soldiers and horses of the five cities to arrest the thieves who had escaped from the British government.

Tenderness rippling in Dou Zhao's heart like water.

Song Mo is feeling sorry for her, right?

In the previous life, she was everywhere in the Jining Marquis Mansion, and she couldn't let go of her wherever she went.The only time she left the capital after getting married was when Tuoniang died of illness and she went to the funeral.Even in such a heartbroken situation, she still had to take Sister Yin on a trip... At that time, she met Song Mo.

Such a cold person is full of the indifference of rejecting others thousands of miles away, but now he is in her arms, because he feels pity for her, he even said something like not letting her do needlework without asking for women's work.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but tighten his arms.It seemed like this, she could warm Song Mo's indifference.

She didn't want to marry before, and there was another reason that she was ashamed to think about.

One daughter does not marry two husbands.

But the memory of the previous life still remained in her mind.

Although she didn't want to be husband and wife with Wei Tingyu anymore, she couldn't deny that she had been Wei Tingyu's wife before, so how could she live with other men without any grievances?

When I was with Song Mo.She is very conflicted. [

Reason tells her that she should forget the past, but emotionally she feels uncontrollably ashamed.

Especially when Song Mo showed a special obsession with her body, that feeling was still strong.

In her previous life, she didn't take it seriously.

In this life, at this moment, I suddenly feel a little lucky.

If Song Mo likes it, why is she being hypocritical?

So what if she was Wei Tingyu's wife in her previous life?

This life.Song Mo is the one who loves her?It was Song Mo who doted on her?Song Mo was the one who let her know that she could also be the jewel in the palm?

Song Mo likes it, so why not do it!

"Yantang!" Dou Zhao bit Song Mo's ear, and let the hot breath between his lips and teeth hit his neck, "Then we have agreed. If it snows, you will take me to Xishan to see the snow. You can't break your word..."

It was the first time Dou Zhao talked to him like this.

She is as charming as a flower essence.

Song Mo couldn't hold back anymore, turned over and pressed her on him.The excitement of the body is directed at her stamens.

If it was the old days, Dou Zhao would push him with a red face eight or nine times out of ten.She said angrily, "Don't do this", but this time, not only did Dou Zhao not leave him, but he lifted his slender thighs and wrapped them around him limply... He immediately felt her wetness and heat... He also knew that the denseness and tightness in front of him made him suffocate...

Just now, she told him not to make trouble, but in the blink of an eye, she entangled him.

"Shou Gu!" Although he didn't know why Dou Zhao suddenly seemed to be a different person, Song Mo would never go against his good luck, he jumped into the scorching sea of ​​flowers...

too hard.

Dou Zhao felt a little pain.

But she still let go of her arms and accommodated his indulgence.

"Shou Gu! Shou Gu!" Song Mo's body was hot, and she could feel his excitement.

Dou Zhao likes Song Mo like this.

Enthusiasm, wanton, unscrupulous.

Her body burned... She gasped and struggled in his arms. [

Song Mo was just intoxicated, but he still supported himself and said in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"No!" Dou Zhao panted softly, turned over, and pressed the relaxed Song Mo on his body, "Don't you like me like this?" She looked at him with a smile, her spring-like eyes shone brightly, riding on the His slender waist was slowly swinging, showing her beautiful and exquisite curves like mountains and rivers...

Song Mo gasped.

I felt as if I was in a dream and fell into a fairyland.

"You goblin!" He sat up impatiently, supported her waist, and pulled her up vigorously.

Dou Zhao now knows what it means to play with fire.

She couldn't help but grabbed his shoulder, and her face turned pale.

Song Mo, who had been observing her expression, immediately slowed down, and asked her warmly, "Uncomfortable?"

Dou Zhao let out a "hmm" and leaned on his shoulder... His body gradually heated up again... Song Mo couldn't help becoming frivolous again... Dou Zhao's body tightened... Song Mo had to slow down again... This went on and on for a few days This time, it was Song Mo who served Dou Zhao...

Song Mo couldn't help laughing: "You're so delicate!"

Dou Zhao became angry from embarrassment.

Song Mo coaxed her hurriedly: "I know, you want to make me happy." Then he kissed her intimately.

Dou Zhao hid his face by his neck, chuckled, and asked him charmingly with his earlobe in his mouth: "Then are you happy?"

That sparkling style made Song Mo's heart jump wildly.

Dou Zhao grabbed his neck, raised his head and asked him, "Then how about I give you a daughter?"

Just like that, a touch of pink on the snow-white crisp breast came into his eyes.

Dou Zhao giggled.

Song Mo came back to his senses, and slapped her butt angrily and amusingly.Take advantage of the situation and put her under him...

Dou Zhao closed her eyes, feeling his swelling... and the violent wind and thunderstorm he caused in her body... the former kind seemed to be blown away by the wind...

From now on, she is Song Mo's wife!

She wants to have children for Song Mo, she will raise them with Song Mo, she will be a good mother, a good wife...

Dou Zhao hugged Song Mo tightly, no longer suppressing his own feelings, and followed him "groaning"\\groaning...

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A winter rain last night knocked off the last few leaves on the branches.Make the yard a mess.

Chen Jia stood under the veranda, letting the cold morning wind blow on his face.

He asked Hu Zi who was standing respectfully in front of him with his arms down, "Did you hear me right?"

Huzi felt aggrieved: "Brother Chen, I really haven't heard of it! Anyone who is sure of this matter knows that the young master of the Pang family still walks with a limp, because of this. He hasn't married yet. It is said that they The family’s dowry was all 500 taels of silver.”

Chen Jia listened to Yi Le, and said: "Why don't we do this business? Buy a Yangzhou skinny horse, then marry it as an innocent girl, and earn the 500 taels of silver..."

"Brother Chen, stop joking!" Hu Zi shouted, "The Pang family is related to the Wang family by marriage!"

Chen Jia suddenly fell silent.

Does the son of the world know that he married such a shrew?

He told Huzi: "Go to Zhending again, and find a way to find out. Has anyone from the British government been to Zhending?"

If someone has been there, the son of the world must know what kind of wife he married... He can still value Dou so much, which shows how powerful Dou is!

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In Yizhi Hall, Dou Xiuchang, the third master of Dou, is sitting on the large kang next to him.Looking out through the glass-paneled door.

On the second day after they came to Kyoto, the prince of England went to Huaishu Alley with Dou Zhao. Dou Shishu even asked for a day off to stay with him at home, but Dou Zhao was not polite.Dou Shishu did not refuse to ask them to come to the British government to reconcile the accounts the next day... This made Dou Xiuchang secretly guess the relationship between Dou Zhao and Huaishu Hutong.

Zhao Liangbi walked over.Pointing to one of the expenditures, he said with a smile: "Third Master, it was stated that the money was not recovered, and it will not be paid after that. Do you remember? Could it be recorded together with other accounts? .”

Dou Xiuchang looked up.

On the east side of the flower hall, Zhong Bingxiang led seven or eight good accountants from Yizhitang to do their calculations and check the accounts, but no one gave them a second look.But Dou Xiuchang is willing to bet that these people are probably all ears, waiting for him to explain the direction of the money.

Dou Xiuchang got off the kang, took out an account book with the big red "Twenty" written on it from the box, turned to one page, and said, "This money will be waived if the fourth sister speaks." He pointed to Dou and signed it. Show Zhao Liangbi the corner of the paper stamped with Dou Zhao's seal.

Zhao Liangbi responded with a smile, made a stamp on the account book, and went back to the east of the flower hall.

The sound of the abacus became more intense.

Dou Xiuchang heaved a long sigh.

Account reconciliation is like tearing off the last fig leaf, making people meet with swords.

The third uncle probably knew that this kind of thing would happen, so he put himself on the shelf of an elder and brought himself to the British government!

He sat down on the kang again and drank tea leisurely.

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Song Yichun couldn't sit still.

Dou Xiuchang is a junior, and also a member of Dou Zhao's natal family. When he comes to the British government, he should ask Song Yichun for a case.

Song Yichun put his elder's money to the fullest, talked to Dou Xiuchang a few words, and then asked Dou Xiuchang what he was doing here.

The Dou family had already discussed this matter.

Dou Xiuchang said unhurriedly: "My Seventh Uncle loves Fourth Sister dearly, and decided to give Fourth Sister some more dowry. I was entrusted by Seventh Uncle to give the dowry to Fourth Sister."

This is what happens without a son!

Song Yichun sneered a few times in his heart, said a lot of polite words, and served tea.

Unexpectedly, it has been five or six days, and the account has not been handed over clearly.

He also sent someone to inquire.People who came back said that seven or eight people were planning accounts in the flower hall, and they were so busy that they didn't even have time to drink their saliva. They were really reconciling accounts.

What is the account, it takes so long to be right.

Even the British government has only been correct for five or six days.

Song Yichun called Zeng Wulai: "Go and find out, how much dowry did the Dou family add to their wife? Why hasn't it been clarified until now?"

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Sisters and brothers, today’s content is not convenient to write in the unit, um, so it’s a lot late...~~~~_)~~~~

ps: The typo or something can only be caught tomorrow, so let’s make do with it first.

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