Song Moyu's handsome face was still a little childish, Dou Zhao could even see the fine fluff on his lips clearly, and the person in front of him was far from the tall and athletic man in her memory, with a generous and graceful bearing, and a calm and introverted expression.

She had in her mind the image of him drinking soup with a spoon.

Take a sip of your lips and drink it in one gulp.

If you don't like it, you don't complain.

He's just a teenager now.

A thirteen-year-old teenager.

Isn't he too harsh on him?

Then let go of the mustard in your heart and treat him like an ordinary teenager, right? Don't hold him accountable for things he hasn't done. That's unfair to him!

Dou Zhao, who let go of his psychological baggage, smiled calmly: "I forgive you!" But she won't forget what kind of person he is because of this about Chapter 129 (plus more asking for pink tickets), "Then can you bring Mr. Chen back first?" He's too old to withstand too many bumps, and I need him to help me with it! ”

"Need someone who has been a staff member of the Sanpin Frontier Commander to help you with it?" Her smile, peaceful and tolerant, faintly with a little gentleness, made Song Mo's heart also gentle, he liked this kind of talking atmosphere, so he smiled: "It seems that this matter is very troublesome, you might as well tell me about it, I am also very good at helping people with ideas!" ”

Then don't use it!

"I opened a pen and ink shop," Dou Zhao said half-truthfully, "Thanks to Mr. Chen's help, Mr. Chen went to Kyoto, and my side was in chaos." ”

"Do you want to save for a dowry?" Song Mo smiled, "How about I introduce you to a business?" If you do it well, you can cooperate for a long time. And the account period is very good. ”

Dou Zhao's eyes widened.

Song Mo doesn't seem to be the kind of warm-hearted person, right?

How did he suddenly think of introducing himself to business?

They don't have that kind of friendship, do they?

But obviously Song Mo didn't think so.

His smile became even bigger: "Shuntian Fuxue, Guozijian, every year will print a lot of texts, ink, my family happens to have a guy who has been released Chapter 129 to speak (plus more to ask for pink tickets) to do miscellaneous work in Shuntianfuxue, when the time comes, just let the shopkeeper in your shop go to him." ”

She wants to bridge back with him. The road back, from then on, they will never get along, instead of continuing to be involved with him.

Dou Zhao couldn't cry or laugh. directly rejected him: "I think it's better to forget it, this matter is too troublesome, my shop only sells some ready-made pen and ink." ”

"If you do it, you have to do it the best." Song Mo had a tone of lesson, and she didn't allow her to argue, so he walked straight to the front of the bookcase and said, "I'll write you a letter." When you arrive, take my letter and go to him. Then he told her the man's name and appearance.

Dou Zhao had to thank him and called manna to come in to help him sharpen his ink, but Song Mo refused: "No need, I'll just come by myself." ”

Then you'll be able to do it yourself.

She wasn't in the mood for strangers.

Dou Zhao sat aside and drank tea.

There was a sound of grinding ink in the room.

Not light, not heavy, not in a hurry. It is like a stone mill pushing and grinding, leisurely, without the slightest sense of stagnation.

That's a lot of effort!

Dou Zhao couldn't help but let out a light "huh" and looked over.

Song Mo stood in front of the bookcase easily, his hand holding the ink ingot was white and delicate, his knuckles were slender, his wrist was gently twisted in a circle, and the water dripping in the inkstone was gradually dyed with color.

Dou Zhao thought of the way he walked.

It's also a little casual, but so natural.

What special martial arts did he practice as Duan Gongyi said? Or is it etiquette that has been cultivated since childhood?

The more Dou Zhao looked at it, the more he felt that he was elegantly behaved. A bowl of cherries.

I couldn't stop being curious.

What happened back then, he would kill his father and brother?

How did such a pearl-like figure become the executioner of King Liao?

Song Mo's words in her previous life, "Not all people are worthy of being parents", echoed in her heart for a long time, and gradually condensed into a thorn.

"Take it!" I don't know when Song Mo has already written the letter, he took the sealed letter and shook it in front of her, and said with a smile. "What are you worried about?"

"No, nothing to worry about." Dou Zhao hurriedly gathered his thoughts, and hurriedly took the envelope and looked at it carefully.

He wrote about the pavilion style.

Thick and dignified, revealing a sense of thickness.

Dou Zhao took the envelope closer and looked at it.

That's right, it's dignified and dignified, giving a sense of down-to-earthness.

How can a person's words and his character be so far apart?

She looked at Song Mo, her heart was in a mess, and she didn't know what to say.

Song Mo turned a blind eye to her strange appearance, and lay down on the drunkard chair in the study by himself, closed his eyes, put his hands on his abdomen naturally, and squeaked and squeaked.

On a summer afternoon, the surroundings are silent, and the sound of the wind blowing through the branches of the trees and the squeak of the drunkard's chair swaying are harmonious, making people drowsy.

Song Mo's voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Before I came, I just buried my cousin." ”

Dou Zhao was agitated and completely sobered up.

"My cousin's name is Hanzhu, and she is the widow of my second uncle." His eyes were still closed, and his voice was very soft, with a hint of gentle warmth, "She is three years older than me, and her temperament is the most gentle and kind, not only does she do a good hand of needlework, but also learns a good martial arts, and her sisters in the family love her." She often smiled and said to me, God, when you grow up, don't bully girls just because you are beautiful. ”

Dou Zhao couldn't help but sit up straight.

I saw a drop of water in the corner of Song Mo's eyes.

"My eldest uncle's nephew, Yin Zhi, is superb in martial arts, bold, and the most rare thing is that he is not reckless." There was a faint choked in his voice, "They love each other. My grandmother and aunt were happy to see it. It's just that my cousin has been sluggish since he was a child and was raised by my eldest aunt, and my eldest aunt was afraid that she would wronged my cousin and left Yin Zhi in Fujian, thinking that he could get a half-official position, and then let my cousin marry beautifully.

"When Yin Zhi left, he asked me to give my cousin a golden hairpin with a lotus flower."

Dou Zhao grabbed the placket of his clothes tightly.

"My uncle was questioned, and my mother was afraid that my cousin would not be taken care of, so she wanted me to marry my cousin.

"My father didn't agree. But seeing that the Jiang family seemed to be in trouble, I couldn't screw my mother, so I reluctantly agreed.

"Six days ago, my third and fifth uncles were escorted to Tielingwei. The emperor has granted my grandmother permission to visit. Only then did we know that Yin Zhi wanted to protect his uncle. Two months ago, he was beaten to death by Jinyiwei. That night, she committed suicide by stabbing her throat with the golden hairpin that Yin Zhi gave her......"

Dou Zhao's teeth trembled, only to feel that his face was cold, and when he touched it, it was all water.

She hurriedly turned her back, took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, and couldn't help but secretly congratulate herself that she didn't apply powder much on weekdays. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to see people.

finally cleaned himself up, but when he turned around, he fell into a pair of deep eyes like water.

When did Song Mo open his eyes?

He also has a lot of thoughts and nowhere to say!

Dou Zhao sighed, sincerely said "Festival mourning and change", and couldn't help but ask Mrs. Mei: "Can the ancestral house over there still be people?" The Jiang family has made great achievements, but there are many people who are afraid of offending. Even if I can go back safe and sound, what will I do when I go back? I'm afraid I'll have to come up with a charter. ”

Now that the Jiang family has been reduced to a commoner, if someone wants to seek revenge and is full of women, it is really a good one.

"I've been busy with this for days." Song Mo didn't seem to see Dou Zhao's eyes red, and said like a homely chatter, "If the moon is full, it will be lost, and when the water is full, it will overflow." My grandmother knew this very well, so she has been in charge of the house for decades. Not to mention buying a lot of sacrificial fields, the ancestral house has also been renovated several times, but the Jiang family has never shirked anything in his hometown where the government wants the squire to contribute money and efforts. After the decree was issued, my grandmother breathed a sigh of relief and said that not only did the family have enough chewing. If it's tight, you can also send some silver to Tielingwei. I was also worried that someone would seek revenge, so I sent a few guards close to me over and let them serve as errands in the Jiang family in the future. With their skills, even if they encounter bandits, ordinary bandits are afraid that it is not so easy to succeed. ”

In the event of a thunderous blow, what is the use of more calculations?

Dou Zhao couldn't help but sigh for the old lady Mei in the previous life, and said, "What are the bandits afraid of? I'm afraid that Jinyiwei is pretending to be a bandit! ”

Song Mo just smiled, but his eyes were even brighter than the sun outside.

At first glance, it was already arranged.

Dou Zhao sighed secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, you still can't treat him as a thirteen-year-old boy!

However, the atmosphere between the two became harmonious, and after saying a few words, Dou Zhao got up and said goodbye: "It's not too early, I'm going home." When you're gone, I won't send it. ”

Those "thin gifts" did not dare to take them back, and people were locked in the treasury of the grange.

Song Mo didn't say anything, and sent Dou Zhao to the gate.

Dou Zhao got into the carriage and was still muttering in his heart: Is this my family or your family?

When I returned home, I remembered, why did I forget that Jì and Song Mo had agreed to the day when Mr. Chen would come back?

was regretting it, Su Lan, who stayed at home, hurriedly greeted him.

"Fourth Miss," she looked like she was about to cry, "As soon as you left, Ji Gongzi came." He's been waiting for you at home for a day. Keep asking me where have you been? If you don't come back, I won't be able to stand it! ”

Dou Zhao was stunned: "Why is he really determined?" What about the sixth aunt? Also came back? ”

"Mrs. Six didn't come back." Su Lan puffed out her cheeks and said, "Ji Gongzi said that the weather is too hot, and he will come to Zhending to escape the heat." After saying hello to the second wife, she came directly to us, and asked if Heshoutang was occupied now? There's a pond over there, it's cooler. He wanted to borrow Tsurujudo to live for a few days. ”

Dou Zhao felt as if his temples were starting to tingle again.

She asked Su Lan: "Ji Gongzi asked me where I went, how did you answer him?" ”

"I look at Ji Gongzi's posture, no matter where you are, he will look for it," Su Lan's pouting mouth could hang an oil bottle, "I had to tell him that you went to the state, and also said that you told us to come back in the afternoon." That's when he was appeased. Now he is teaching Buddhist scriptures to Aunt Cui at Grandma Cui! ”

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Brothers and sisters who read books, ask for pink tickets!

ps: How do you feel that the more you chase this pink ticket, the bigger the gap becomes......

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