In the last life, because Ji Yong was the host of Longfu Temple, Longfu Temple had the ability to fight against the Great Xiangguo Temple, and it was famous in Kyoto.

Dou Zhao didn't remember when the reputation of Longfu Temple began to be loud, and when she heard about Longfu Temple, Longfu Temple was already hard to find.

But in this life, although the incense is vigorous, the reputation is not obvious, and the incense is a woman from a small household, and it is difficult to see a gorgeously decorated carriage or sedan chair.

When Dou Zhao stood at the gate of Longfu Temple, he couldn't help but look up at the mountain gate of Longfu Temple.

I wonder if this century chant will be associated with Longfu Temple?

She glanced back at Song Mo.

In order not to be noticeable, Song Mo and her both changed into simple and clean Hangzhou silk clothes, she only inserted two silver hairpins in her body, and she was simple and obedient, and only brought Chen He, Jin Gui sisters and Duan Gongyi and a few other guards to accompany her.

Longfu Temple cigarettes curled, and Song Mo and Dou Zhao put incense on the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

From time to time, women who came to offer incense looked at them.

Chen Jia smiled bitterly.

He placed the nobles here, because he took a fancy to the prosperity of incense here, and there were many people coming in and out, so he could be confused, but he forgot how outstanding Song Mo and Dou Zhao's appearance was, even if they were wearing the most ordinary clothes, but the grace and luxury revealed by their gestures could not be concealed.

If you knew this, it would be better to place the relics in the Great Xiangguo Temple!

He muttered in his heart, thinking of the timid face of the relic, he couldn't help but glance at Huzi, signaling him to go to send Guiyu, lest he see Song Mo and Dou Zhao hiding in the corner like little beasts and shivering.

Huzi understood and hurried to the group room in the east.

Song Mo and Dou Zhao donated sesame oil money. and Chen Jia went to the group room.

On a midsummer morning, as soon as the sun rose, the air became a little hot, and the big trees in Longfu Temple hugged the thick trees and shaded the ground, but it was difficult to stop the irritability in Song Mo's heart.

Last night. He barely slept all night.

He didn't know what mood he was in.

Sympathize. The girl was the daughter of his father's outer room, and it was a testimony of his father's betrayal of his mother, which seemed a little out of place.

Hate. If he didn't know what happened to the girl, he might hate her. But when he thought that it was because of his father's irresponsibility that the girl ended up like this, he couldn't hate it in his heart anyway.

Like. That's not to mention. He has always respected strength, even if he is a woman, he has made himself in such a situation, which shows that his own personality is also wrong, how can he like it.

Until the moment he stepped into Longfu Temple, he didn't think about what to do with this girl.

Song Mo has never been so entangled since he was a child.

He couldn't help but shake Dou Zhao's hand.

Dou Zhao held Song Mo tightly.

Her mood was as complicated as Song Mo's.

As a woman, she was very sympathetic to the little girl's plight. can think that this little girl may be Song Mo's half-sister. If she was biased towards Song Mo, she couldn't have more pity for this little girl.

The two entered the wing room unhurriedly.

Very hot day. The window lattice of the wing room was closed, and only a ray of sunlight came in from the roof tiles, and the room looked very dark.

See them walk in. Huzi was talking softly to a woman sitting on the Taishi's chair above the middle hall when he heard movement. He stepped aside, and the woman slowly stood up.

Although she couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, her slender figure looked very weak.

Song Mo was obviously a little surprised, he stood still at the door, and said in a deep voice: "You are Wang Yigui?" ”

The girl was silent.

Chen Jia was a little anxious.

Why doesn't this girl get oil and salt?

In vain he told her so much yesterday.

The prince of the British Mansion has a high position, he will let her live and let her die with a word, and when he sees the prince of the world, his tone must be respectful, his figure must be soft, and he must not put on a show, as long as he can please him, although she will eat spicy food in the future, it will be a good life, and she will no longer have to be afraid of being arrested by Wei Quan or bullied by He Hao.

He couldn't help coughing lightly, and reminded the widow in a low voice: "The prince and the lady of the world have come to see you, and you have come forward to say hello to the prince and the lady of the world!" ”

But the little girl was there and did not move.

Chen Jia had no choice but to step forward, gently pushed the little girl, and said in a low voice, "Don't kneel down yet." ”

But the little girl was stubborn, and stood there motionless with her head down.

Chen Jia had no choice but to push the little girl again.

This time the strength was a bit big, and the little girl stumbled, almost fell, and stumbled forward a few steps before she stood still.

The sun on the tiles shone on the little girl's face.

The delicate facial features and beautiful face made Dou Zhao and Song Mo see it clearly.

Dou Zhao suddenly felt distressed like a pearl.

Song Mo was stunned, and suddenly changed color and shouted "Mother".

There was no one else in the room, and it was quiet, so I naturally heard it clearly.

Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo in astonishment.

Song Mo also looked at her.

She saw the terrifying waves in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Dou Zhao's mind was chaotic and at a loss, but she still hugged Song Mo's arm tightly.

There was no more blood on Song Mo's face.

"She, she looks like my mother is printed out of a mold......," he muttered, "more like Cousin Hanzhu......"

How could Li Xiaoniang's daughter be like Madame Jiang?

Even if it's like, it should be like Song Yichun!

What's going on with Song Han in that house?

Dou Zhao pointed to his hair cold, and his mind was blank.

Chen Jia is like a lightning strike.

Didn't she say that she was born to a British princess?

Why did you get involved with Mrs. Jiang again?

He only felt that his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he couldn't help but glance at the widow with an obscure look, and pulled Huzi and walked out: "Lord Shizi, if you have anything to say, just ask the widow girl directly, and Huzi and I will stay outside the door." ”

The widow grabbed Chen Jia's sleeve and said with a frightened face: "Didn't you say that you know my uncle?" You took me back to Kyoto to find my uncle...... Are you lying? What about my uncle? I want to see my uncle! She said. His eyes were red, and tears fell down his eyes, "Please, take me to my uncle." My uncle will reward you so much......"

It's okay if she doesn't say it, as soon as she says this, a burst of fire bursts out of Song Mo's chest.

A girl who looked like his mother kept trying to find Li Liang's despicable and shameless villain to save him, which made his sideburns bruise.

"What uncle? And the untouchables are also worthy? He grimaced. The anger between the eyebrows seemed to be terrifying as if it was about to break out of the cocoon and devour people, "Chen Jia, you go and find Li Liang for me!" I'm asking, what the hell is going on? ”

Song Mo sneered, and the cold air overflowed.

Chen Jia shuddered involuntarily, where did he dare to look at Song Mo more, he lowered his head, turned around and walked out.

The widow tugged at Chen Jia's sleeve.

Chen Jia had no choice but to coax her in a low voice: "You heard it too, I'm going to find Li Liang to come over." ”

He didn't dare to call Li Liang "uncle". I'm afraid that Song Mo will be flying again.

The widow was so frightened that he trembled. She cried to save Chen Jia: "You take me to my uncle!" ”

Chen Jia smiled bitterly.

She has a thousand ties with the Song family. She and the Song family are not big enough to fart, she just makes trouble again, and she has Song Yantang to call the shots for her. If your eyes don't light up, I'm afraid you'll die on the job.

He looked at Dou Zhao as if asking for help.

Dou Zhao hurriedly stepped forward to stroke the bereavement's shoulder.

The widow was so frightened that he hid behind Chen Jia.

Song Mo watched. The face is more gloomy.

Dou Zhao had no choice but to gently persuade the widow: "Your mother knows what happened to you, and she doesn't know what will happen?" Why don't you invite your uncle over first? If we want to do you badly, why bother when you are alone? ”

She still grabbed Chen Jia's sleeve.

Song Mo's expression was terrifying, and he walked towards them with a single step.

Dou Zhao hurriedly glanced at Song Mo.

Song Mo hesitated for a few breaths and took a few steps back.

When Dou Zhao persuaded the widow again, the widow bit his lip and loosened Chen Jia's sleeve.

Chen Jia breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his legs and strode out.

And Huzi was already so frightened that his legs were weak, and he trotted up to Chen Jia after a while.

Dou Zhao motioned for Song Mo to go out first.

Song Mo thought about it and walked out of the wing.

Dou Zhao helped the widow sit down and asked her softly, "When will you go back to Kyoto?" You live here, who serves you? He comforted her again, "Don't be afraid, since you have returned to Kyoto, whether it is Wei Quan or the He family, don't even think about covering the sky with one hand!" ”

The widow began to weep.

At first it was a small sob, then it grew louder, and finally she threw herself on the table and began to cry.

Dou Zhao's eyes couldn't help but astringent, and her hand couldn't help but gently caress the precious green silk.

Only then did she realize that the widow had a good hair, which was not only black and shiny, but also thick and smooth as silk.

Song Mo also grew such a good hair.

Dou Zhao's heart was suddenly unbearable, and tears welled up.

What happened back then?

In this life, if she didn't have the whim to let Chen Xituo bequeath, what would her fate be?

She thought that in the previous life, Song Mo had said that he went to worship his sister.

The sister he said should be a widow, right?

In the last life, the widow died...... In this life, fortunately, he rescued people in time......

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Song Mo outside the door listened to the crying in the house, and his chest felt like a big stone had been pressed.

He instructed Chen He: "Call Du Wei!" ”

Chen Hezhan trembled and left.

He paced back and forth in the porch.

Duan Gongyi and the others didn't dare to come out, and quietly guarded the surroundings.

The crying in the house gradually became smaller, and Du Wei rushed over sweating profusely.

Song Mo instructed him: "When my mother gave birth to the second master, who were the people in the house serving?" Where are all these people now? You checked it for me, and you came back to me at once! ”

Du Wei waved his hand and retreated.

Chen Jia led Li Liang over in a hurry.

Seeing Song Mo standing under the corridor and looking at him condescendingly, Song Mo and the silent but murderous guards around the courtyard, his steps slowed down, and his expression became solemn.

"Who are you? Where is the legacy? ”

He looked back at Chen Jia, the man who tricked him into coming here, his eyes were not good.

Chen Jia smiled slightly, bowed to Song Mo, bowed his head and stepped aside.

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Sisters and brothers who read books, it's Monday again~~~~(>_