At noon in mid-autumn, the sun is still hot, and it will be a little hot and dry on people's bodies.

Dou Zhaojue and his vest were sweating.

She glanced at the still somewhat messy courtyard and said with a smile: "Let's go have lunch first, and it's not too late to clean up in the afternoon." ”

The Dou family provides three meals.

Several mothers-in-law thanked them with a smile and led them to the kitchen.

Su Juan fetched water for Dou Zhao to clean his face and wash his hands.

The water was a little cool, which made Dou Zhao breathe a long sigh of comfort.

After lunch and a short rest, she stood under the verandah and looked at the courtyard and thought about how to arrange it.

Song Mo's voice suddenly came from behind him: "What are you doing?" ”

Dou Zhao is not surprised.

Since this person can think of it, he naturally has a way to talk to her.

"I want to plant a few 137 Chapter 137 Linxing (plus more ask for pink tickets) flowers and trees in the yard," Dou Zhao didn't look at him, and kept looking at the yard, "In this way, in winter, there won't be anything in the yard, and it looks a little desolate." ”

Song Mo didn't make a sound, but stood at the other end of the corridor, looking at the courtyard quietly, just like her.

The wind blew through the ginkgo trees, and the golden leaves fell to the ground, and the coming cold winter seemed to give a little more warmth.

"My third uncle, died of illness...... he said very abruptly, "died of illness in Tieling Wei......" His voice was not hurried, as if he had been thinking for a long time before he said it, and his tone was very solemn, "My fifth uncle has lived in the shadow of my uncle for so many years, he knows exactly where the eight alleys are, and he doesn't know how many servants and wives there are in the family!" ”

Is it because of this that Jiang Meisun handed over the Jiang family's information network in Kyoto to Song Mo?

"None of us dare sue my grandmother." Song Mo's voice was clear, but at the moment he was a little dazed, which made people feel that his feelings were very low, "Daddy asked me to use the excuse to worship my third uncle and go to Liaodong." Say hello to King Liao and ask him to help take care of my fifth uncle and a few cousins...... But a few days ago, in the autumn, I got the second, and the emperor's deputy commander Jin Wuwei lost the 137th chapter of the departure (plus more to ask for pink tickets)...... The emperor taught me a hard lesson, and threatened to throw me into the Fengtai camp...... Fifteen strands of hair for men. But the emperor has always cared about this. Mr. Yan was afraid that the emperor would really send me to the Fengtai camp. I thought about it behind closed doors at home, so I could also see the emperor's reaction.

"I should be leaving for Liaodong in the next two days......

Song Mo's tone of voice was ominous. Dou Zhao has been Mrs. Hou for more than ten years, and she knows a lot about the daily life of the noble family, and immediately understood what he said.

Something happened to the Jiang family. The emperor also favored Song Mo like this. In the previous life, Song Mo was disgraced and left Kyoto.

As Mr. Yan said, at this time, it is best to think about it behind closed doors at home. Going to Liaodong is not a good choice. What did the British Duke and Chiang think?

It's my brother over there. But here is the son.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but look at Song Mo.

Song Mozheng looked at the ginkgo tree in the yard in a daze, with sadness and loneliness on his face that could not be concealed.

Yes, it's sad and lonely.

Just like the look he had in his previous life, when he was half-squatting and talking to his daughter.

At that time, he was in a high position, surrounded by beautiful women like clouds and guards like forests.

He still felt lonely.

In this life, he was in the prime of life and became famous in Kyoto.

He still felt the same loneliness.

A young man with a bit of childishness and a mature and steady man gradually merged into a person in Dou Zhao's eyes.

Or, no one ever knew about him.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, whether it is singing and dancing or prosperity, he is a person from beginning to end!

Dou Zhao's heart ached for no reason.

She shouted "Song Mo" loudly and said, "I have planted a lot of chrysanthemums in the backyard, and now is the flowering season, I am going to build a chrysanthemum mountain in the yard, can you help me with a hand?" ”

"What?" Song Mo was stunned.

He thought he had misheard.

No one had ever called him so boldly.

But inexplicably, he felt a kind of straightforward cordiality again.

"I said, you can help me transplant the chrysanthemums in the backyard into pots." Dou Zhao's voice was crisp and pleasant, making it difficult for people to hear clearly, "Then move the flower pot to the front yard and build a chrysanthemum mountain." ”

She said it again slowly...... The thick ceramic flower pot was not worth mentioning in Song Mo's hands, but if it was filled with soil and planted with a tall rhododendron tree full of rhododendrons without hurting its flowers and leaves, it would be a bit difficult.

Song Mo couldn't help but say, "Didn't you say that you would transfer chrysanthemums?" Why did a rhododendron tree pop up again? ”

"If just putting chrysanthemums on a cone-shaped shelf is called Jushan, why is Yang Jintai called a master?" Dou Zhao put a blue cloth headkerchief on her head, stood in the flower field and dug chrysanthemums, she didn't raise her head, and said leisurely.

Song Mo was angry.

One of his guards was about to step forward when he saw this, but was stopped by Chen He.

He glared at the guard fiercely, motioning for him not to mess around.

The plain heart who stood silently on the side looked at his nose and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, but he didn't see it at all.

The mother-in-law who was working in the flower field with Dou Zhao said to Song Mo "ouch": "Look at your thin skin and tender meat, you know that you haven't done anything, put it down, put it down, let's just move it." ”

"He's a descendant, isn't it you?" Dou Zhao raised his head and glanced at Song Mo, then lowered his head to dig chrysanthemums.

Song Mo gritted his teeth, and according to Dou Zhao's instructions, he finished moving the azaleas and camellias, and finished moving the chrysanthemums to build a wooden frame, and when the sun was in the west, he was already sweating profusely.

The madness in my heart was swept away.

He froze.

Dou Zhao, because he knew that he had incomprehensible resentment in his heart, so he used the excuse of building Jushan and used labor to let him vent his anger in his heart, right?

Song Mo lowered his eyelids.

Hearing the news of the death of the third uncle, he felt like a violent beast in his heart, jumping up and down to tear his heart and lungs, but he couldn't show a trace of abnormality.

His mother waited for him to comfort him, his father waited for him to make an idea, his younger brother waited for him to enlighten, and Mr. Yan waited for him to make a decision......

He just wanted to run around the moat, just like before, and wait for the anger in his heart to subside. That's it. Who knew that when the mount gradually became unable to run, he realized that he was already on the road to Zhending at some point.

Kyoto has long been out of reach.

Chen He asked him in horror: "Is the prince going back to Kyoto, or staying at the post station in front?" ”

He still remembers how he replied, "Stay at the post station and go back to Kyoto tomorrow." ”

But the next morning, he chose to go all the way south with a very clear mind.

Is it that he has already acquiesced in his heart. She's not just icy and smart. Trustworthy, and have a tolerant and resilient heart. No matter how deviant his actions were, no matter how appalling his words were, she would not be swayed by him. I won't be intimidated by him. Rather, they will understand and deal with it in their own way.

It was as if he was standing in front of her at this moment, and she asked him neither why he came nor where he came from. Where to go. It is as if he were the white of the heavens, and the clear spring flowing by the stream. Come when you should come, go when you should go, you don't need to ask anything at all, and she, believing that he has his own reason!

Song Mo looked at Dou Zhao.

She was instructing the mothers-in-law to play with the flowers.

The sunset on the horizon gilded her figure with a layer of foil gold, and there was a kind of brilliance like a fantasy.

Only then did he realize that she had perfect almond eyes, just like the Persian cat raised by his mother, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised. When her eyes widened, her slender eyelashes curled upward, making her eyes extraordinarily bright and clear, but always with a bit of cold charm.

Song Mo's mood was unprecedentedly peaceful, peaceful, and down-to-earth.

It's nice to have someone who can let yourself speak your mind!

He looked up, looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

In the middle of the season, there is still a bit of warm air lingering on the tip of the nose, which makes people's hearts warm up...... Before dawn, Song Mo got up.

After an afternoon of hard work, he not only ate two large bowls of noodles, but also fell asleep without even turning over one.

Just as nectar moistened a parched seedling, he was refreshed and at peace like never before.

He instructed Chen He: "Drop ten taels of silver, and we will set off for Kyoto." ”

Chen He was stunned and said, "You haven't had breakfast yet?" ”

"Buy some dry food on the way!" Song Mo said lightly, "Liaodong can't wait." ”

Chen He respectfully responded "yes", ordered the guards with him, gave the mother-in-law who guarded the door ten taels of silver, and the group quietly left the grange.

When they left, Dou Zhao had already woken up.

In the silence of the morning, the slightest sound is infinitely amplified.

She listened to the sound of them opening the door, the sound of them leading their horses, the sound of them whispering to their mother-in-law, the sound of horses' hooves drifting away, and the surroundings gradually quieted down...... Then Dou Zhao covered his head with a quilt, hid himself in the dark, and began to sleep back in the cage...... My grandmother stayed in Cuijiazhuang for three days, and when she came back, she pulled a cart of things. Among them, there are also several square handkerchiefs embroidered by Dou Zhao and a few sweat towels.

Honggu said: "She said that she has only cared about taking care of the children in the past few years, and her hands have been born, and she doesn't dare to do anything else." If you think these squares and sweat towels are easy to use, you can use them, and if they are not good, they will be used to appreciate people. ”

Dou Zhao smiled and nodded.

Her grandmother asked her, "What happened when I was away?" ”

"Nothing." Dou Zhao said without panic, "It's that everyone is looking forward to a good harvest of winter wheat this year, and is ready to sacrifice to the land lord in the Chenghuang Temple on the day of the beginning of winter, and ask the land lord to bless the wind and rain in the second half of the year." ”

"Really?" The grandmother was puzzled, "Why did Chen San's daughter-in-law say that a few days ago there was a posterity with the same New Year's painting to stay in our house......

Dou Zhao said quietly: "There is someone who came to stay and helped me do some work." As for what people look like, I really haven't paid attention. ”

Grandmother stopped talking about it, went to the field to have a look, stayed in the grange for two more days, and returned to the county seat with Dou Zhao.

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