Dou Zhao and Song Mo were greeting Song Yichun, and Dou Jichang, who came to Dou Zhao's return door, arrived.

Song Yichun had no choice but to stuff in his stomach with his full stomach, hurriedly confessed a few words to Dou Zhao and Song Mo, and let them go out.

The wind blew and the rain poured in like a tidal wave, and the verandah seemed to be washed by water, not to mention the people who walked on it, and the shoes and socks and clothes were immediately drenched.

Everyone wore clogs in their robes.

Dou Zhao was a few points taller than usual.

Su Xin struggled to help her with the umbrella.

"I'll do it myself!" Dou Zhao smiled and reached out to pick up Su Xin's umbrella.

But a pair of crystal jade hands reached over and took Su Xin's umbrella in front of her.

Dou Zhao looked up in amazement and saw Song Mo's faint face.

"I'll do it!" He quietly held the umbrella and walked out with Dou Zhao's shoulder.

Chen He, who held 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 ear roots.

She leaned slightly so she could lean on his shoulder.

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

She didn't come back to her senses for a long time, and walked forward in a daze, and by the time she could react, she was already standing in front of the carriage in front of the door.

The coachman has set up the footstool.

Song Mo hesitated slightly, took Dou Zhao's hand, and said, "Get in the car quickly, be careful to get your clothes wet." He moved the umbrella to the footstool, and actually wanted to personally serve Dou Zhao in the carriage.

The raindrops of beans fell on Song Mo's face.

Dou Zhao hurriedly bent down and got into the carriage.

Chen He ran over, holding a tung oil umbrella in both hands, shielding Song Mo from the wind and rain.

Song Mo handed the umbrella to Wuyi beside him and got into the carriage.

Su Xin showed a strange expression, lowered his head, and got into the carriage behind.

Seeing this scene, Dou Jichang's footsteps were sluggish.

He was a little surprised.

Who in Kyoto doesn't know that the prince of the British government came from a prominent background. has a cold temperament and is not easy to approach, but I didn't expect him to be able to put down his body and 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 laughed and jumped into the carriage of the Dou family.

The rain crackled on the roofs of the cars.

Dou Zhao looked at the dress without a drop of water stains, and was very emotional in his heart, sincerely said "thank you" to Song Mo, handed a handkerchief to Song Mo, and motioned him to wipe the rain on his face.

Song Mo smiled and took the veil.

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

It 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, it's like jasmine, and if you smell it carefully, it's like a hosta flower, which is very elegant.

He tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve. Lifted the curtain and looked out through the glass-trimmed window: "Do you want to go back?" ”

There were no pedestrians on the road, and the wind and rain blew the fallen leaves all over the ground, which looked a little wolf-bèi.

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

"Anything, as long as you think, you can always find time." He turned his head, his eyes shining in the somewhat dimly lit carriage. Bright as a star.

"Yes!" Dou Zhao smiled and thought seriously for a moment.

It would be nice if Song Mo could go back to Zhending with her.

Let your grandmother see Song Mo, and she can rest assured.

But Song Mo is on duty in Jin Wuwei, so he may not be able to leave. This matter has to be considered in the long run.

"Shall I discuss it with Mr. Yan then?" She smiled, "Grandpa Guo's side, there has to be an explanation." ”

Song Mo nodded.

I feel a little sad in my heart.

If his mother is still alive, his mother will help Dou Zhao block it. How could Dou Zhao think that it would be so difficult to go back!

He couldn't help but clench his fists.

Dou Zhao saw that he was a little depressed, and smiled and leaned in front of the car window.

"This autumn rain. The next one 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 instructed the coachman, "Go to Jiangmi Lane to Jing'an Temple Hutong." ”

The coachman was stunned for a long time, and then he shouted "yes" and entered a side alley.

Dou Zhao was curious: "Why do you want to go to Jiangmi Lane?" Is it closer to Jiangmi Lane and Jing'an Temple Hutong. ”

The next time she goes back to her parents' house, she knows how to leave.

"It's about half an hour farther than walking on the North Street of the Imperial Wall," Song Mo said with a smile, "But the Six Yamen and the Five Military Governor's Mansion are all over there, you can take a look." ”

Dou Zhao was embarrassed.

Song Mo regarded her as a deep boudoir who had never been far away.

But Song Mo carefully took her around, which still made her feel good.

Dou Jichang, who followed them behind the carriage, was full of confusion.

Song Mo, why did they change their route to live in the south? It's getting farther and farther away!

Looking at it again, the carriage and horse slowly stopped, and stood for a moment in the Hanlin Yuan, Shanglin Yuanjian, Tai Hospital, and other yamen before slowly driving forward.

He couldn't help but ask the guards who followed the car: "What are they doing?" ”

The guards didn't know either, so they hurriedly asked, and came back and said, "The prince is telling the fourth aunt and grandmother where is the six yamen?" ”

Dou Jichang was stunned and said, "What does the Sixth Yamen have to do with the Fifth Sister?" ”

The guard shook his head, obviously puzzled.

However, Dou Jichang's little girl guessed: "My aunt and grandmother have just arrived in Kyoto, and it is difficult to go out on weekdays, that is, to go out, either to wander around in a few temples, or to wander around the shops selling silk and satin, gold and silver jewelry on Nanan Street and the Drum Tower Building. ”

Dou Jichang suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing: "It's also a shame that he can figure it out." "I actually took my wife to see the Yamen of the Six Ministries, and he was not a son, so he wanted to encourage him to participate in the imperial examination.

Fortunately, it was windy and rainy today, there were no pedestrians on the road, and it was the day to return to the door, there was no time limit, Dou Jichang was too lazy to disturb them, lying in the carriage and listening to the sound of the rain, walking and stopping, and it took half an hour to get to the Jing'an Temple Hutong.

The relatives of the Dou family have arrived.

Hearing that Dou Zhao and they had arrived, Dou Shiying, who was eager to know if his daughter was doing well, ignored Dou Shishu's obstruction and went to the gate to greet him.

Song Mo got out of the carriage and took the big umbrella in Chen He's hand. blocked the wind and helped Dou Zhao get out of the carriage, but the hem of his clothes was wet.

Dou Shiying, who hurried over, couldn't help but smile when he saw it, and before Song Mo could stand firmly, he stepped forward and took his arm: "Come and sit in the house!" It's raining so much! He commanded Gao Sheng in a loud voice, "Quickly find a clean dress for the fourth aunt to change." "Very enthusiastic, even when the relationship between Song Yichun and Song Mo was not broken, he never treated Song Mo so emotionally, which made Song Mo a little dumbfounded for a while. After a while, he came to his senses 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, thinking of the way he was holding Dou Zhao just now, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing he felt to the eye. While pulling Song Mo to the flower hall, he said with a smile: "A son-in-law and a half, you don't have to be so polite to me." As long as you are married and beautiful, I will be happy when I look at it. ”

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

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

Gao Sheng ran over with a stack of clothes.

"Sir, this is the new clothes you made a few days ago. I haven't had time to put it on yet. He panted and said, "Which one do you think fits?" ”

Dou Shiying picked a purple-red treasure flower silk straight jacket and said to Song Mo: "Go change your clothes first, this autumn rain." Hurt people, beware of gonorrhea. ”

Looking at the gorgeous and intricate patterns, Song Mo and Dou Zhao couldn't help sweating on their foreheads - the former was because he disliked the gorgeous and exposed clothes, and because it was Dou Shiying's so-called. Don't dare to resign; The latter didn't expect his father to make a flamboyant dress.

Song Mo happily accompanied him to change clothes, and Dou Zhao couldn't help but say, "Is the fabric of Baoxianghua still popular?" ”

"When did the fabric of Baoxianghua become a popular fabric?" Dou Shiying asked rhetorically.

Dou Zhao was speechless.

I can only murmur in my heart: but at your age. That's a bit too fancy.

As soon as the thought passed through his heart, he saw Song Mo walking over with Gao Sheng.

The purple-red brocade, embroidered with gold and silver threads of all kinds of flowers and flower patterns, colorful, the color is like a flowing glow, reflecting the white to flawless skin of Song Mo, such as a little element in the purple and red, there is a kind of fine and dusty nobility and nobility.

Dou Shiying's eyes couldn't help but light up, and said, "This dress is quite suitable for you." Without waiting for Song Mo to speak, he raised his feet and walked forward, "Let's go to the flower hall for tea-the relatives at home have arrived early, so they are waiting for you!" ”

Song Mo straightened his sleeves uncomfortably, but when he raised his feet, he became calm and calm, and followed Dou Shiying to the flower hall.

Dou Shishu and Dou Shiheng sat on the Taishi chair in the middle hall and talked to Wei Tingyu, Dou Wenchang and the others stood beside him and listened with a humble expression, Ji and the fifth wife and other female dependents sat around the round table in the west hall, Dou Wenchang's two sons, Jichang's two sons and Dou Bochang's daughters were served by a large group of maids, laughing and playing in the flower hall, and the children's cheerful laughter was sprinkled everywhere.

Seeing Dou Shiying, Song Mo, and Dou Zhao walking in, Dou Shishu and others stopped the topic, and the mother-in-law also hurriedly hugged a few children aside.

There was a moment of 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 dignified and generous, and his eyes looked a little warm.

Dou Zhao had no intention of saying anything more to Wei Tingyu, followed behind Song Mo with low eyebrows, and saluted Dou Shishu and Dou Shiheng.

Wei Tingyu touched his head, looking embarrassed.

I don't know when, Dou Ming walked over.

She pulled Wei Tingyu's sleeve and whispered, "What is Master Hou looking at?" She glanced at Dou Zhao who didn't look at them, but her gaze stayed on Song Mo's body.

This is the son of the British Mansion?

He looks so ...... Amazing!

Dou Zhao is a year older than him!

He...... Will you be able to look down on Dou Zhao?

Dou Ming couldn't hide his surprise and shock, and looked towards Dou Zhao.

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

Dou Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he saw Song Mo arching his hand towards her husband, and called "Pei Jin" with a smile.

No honorifics!

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Sisters and brothers who read books, ask for pink tickets!

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