The river in the back mountain has clear water and the white pebbles at the bottom of the river are clearly visible.

Song Mo stood by the river, quietly watching the shadows of trees reflected in the gurgling water.

The stone-green brocade robe, the jade hairpin, the upright figure, and the quiet atmosphere seemed to have turned into a tree in the woods behind him, blending into the breeze and blue sky, and the loneliness and vastness were filled with the clear and clear air of autumn.

Dou Zhao, who had gotten out of the sedan chair, couldn't help but stagnate.

When Song Mo heard the sound, he turned his head and smiled and said, "You are here!"

His eyes were gentle and his smile was sincere, but Dou Zhao suddenly lost his voice: "How come you are so thin?"

His originally delicate and flawless facial features are more distinct because of his thinness, making him look solemn and cold even with a smile.

"Is that true?" Song Mo said with a smile, "Why didn't I think?"

Dou Zhao sighed quietly in his heart.

No matter who encounters something like this, he will probably toss and turn and sleep and eat, not to mention that he is injured. It is not easy for him to stand in front of her.

She couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with your injury?"

"It's okay!" Song Mo was obviously unwilling to talk about it, and said simply, "I asked Gu Yu to help hire the best imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital. Everyone said that I couldn't be impatient and could only take care of myself slowly. I have been lying in bed and eating and drinking all these days, and I didn't go anywhere." Then he asked her with a smile, "I heard that the hairpin ceremony was very lively, but unfortunately, I couldn't come to congratulate..." There was a faint regret in my eyes, and I really felt it was a pity.

But Dou Zhao couldn't help but complain.

Even if you haven't encountered this mess, can you come even if you are not injured? What status and excuses are you doing?

The thought flashed through me, and I felt that I was overthinking.

What does Song Mo want to do and can’t do it?!

Maybe it would be a good thing that he couldn't come to congratulate.

If he found an excuse to interact with him openly, how could she avoid the Song family's affairs in the future?

Then I thought of Ji Yong.

Why did one or two she met have such a temperament?!

Then I thought of Wu Shan and Wei Tingyu... I just felt that Song Mo and Ji Yong both caused her a headache.

She simply didn't think about anything, looked around, pointed to a large bluestone not far away, and said to Song Mo: "Let's go over and sit?" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that this was inappropriate - it was said that Song Mo was seriously injured, and she didn't know what was going on now. She hurriedly said, "Forget it, just stand and talk?" She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, and she didn't know if it was difficult for him to stand like this...

Song Mo looked at Dou Zhao and smiled, and the smile kept flowing from the depths of his eyes to the corners of his eyebrows.

He said softly: "I'm fine. The external trauma has been cured long ago, and the internal trauma... My uncle feels that learning external kung fu is too domineering and exposed. Our Song family is a close minister of the emperor. It's not good for me to learn this. In my early years, I specially asked my master to tell me to practice internal health care skills. This kung fu is like a small fire tea. If you want to do it slowly, you won't be in a hurry."

"That's good!" Dou Zhao thought of Duan Gongyi's first time when he saw Song Mo, saying that Song Mo seemed to have learned some special martial arts. Thinking that the Jiang family and the Song family are both a century-old prosperous clan, there must be some self-defense and life-saving techniques that outsiders don't know, so he responded casually.

Song Mo smiled slightly and said, "Last time you told me that there are wild vegetables in the farm. Did they grow on this back mountain? Why didn't I see a single one?"

Dou Zhao couldn't help but say, "Do you know wild vegetables?"

"I know it!" Song Mo smiled, "I didn't know it before, but after I went back, I got some of it... It's rare and didn't know it, but I know it most."

Not so!

Dou Zhao blinked.

Song Mo nodded to her very seriously.

Dou Zhao looked around and pulled out an oval leaf plant and folded it back: "What is this?"

"This..." Song Mo hadn't seen it before and immediately sweated on his forehead and murmured: "It should be...ye Liao?"

I've really used the skills!

Dou Zhao muttered in his heart.

"No!" she said solemnly, "This is a sour model."

The sour mold and the syrup look very similar, but the leaves are narrower and longer, while the other one is rounder.

Song Mo wiped his sweat in embarrassment.

Dou Zhao laughed loudly.

The smile was a bit cramped and cunning, and thus had a kind of unrestrained flying, brightening Song Mo's gloomy heart.

He couldn't help but laugh.

The smile made Song Mo's eyebrows and eyes soften, revealing a little bit of the beauty of a young man.

Dou Zhao sighed in his heart a pity.

Such a beautiful boy, Song Yichun turned him into a killer.

"This is also called sour." She shook the sour mold in her hand. "It is the wild vegetables grown in summer that are picked and washed with clean water and blanched them in boiling water. Take them out and you can eat them. It has the effect of clearing heat and cooling blood."

Song Mo took the sour smile from Dou Zhao's hand and said, "I ate okra last time, you seem to understand these things very much."

"Yeah." Dou Zhao looked up at the three wild peach trees on the other side of the river and smiled, "I grew up here since I was a child. When I was a child, I often went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables with the children in the village and went down the river to fish," she pointed to a corner by the river, "Did you see? In summer, there will be a lot of wild fish there..." Dou Zhao turned around and asked him with a smile, "Can you walk?"

"Yeah!" Song Mo nodded, "You can move."

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place!" Dou Zhao smiled and walked forward, "If you feel it's difficult, just say it." He paused slightly, and said, "Don't force yourself, that's boring."

"I understand!" Song Mo smiled and crossed the river with Dou Zhao on a stone.

Dou bb's feet quickly climbed up the wild peach tree.

Song Mo did not hesitate and climbed up immediately.

He saw a large area of ​​cropland and two villages. The one in the east was Dou Zhao's farm. A green brick house stood in the middle of the village, and some low mud and thatched houses surrounded by them. The other was very strange. The size and layout of the two villages were similar, and he could even see clearly the shadows of the farmers working in the fields and the people walking in the blue brick houses.

Dou Zhao pointed to the village that made him feel strange and smiled and said, "That is the Lang family's farm. The people from the Lang family rarely come here. The one who manages the farm is a thin old man. He has a white and fat wife who likes to drink very much. Every time he drinks too much, he chases the old man and beats him. The old man and the old man and runs into the fields while scolding them. Everyone in the farm will come out to watch the fun......"

Song Mo couldn't help laughing.

He seemed to see the little Dou Zhao lying here with his eyebrows and eyes curled up to watch the Lang family's head couple fighting... The ridiculous noisy was like a warm current that permeated his cold heart and warmed his heart.

Dou Zhao's expression suddenly became very serious.

She stared into Song Mo's eyes and said in a deep voice: "I don't know why Ling Zun framed you!"

Song Mo's smile condensed on the corner of his mouth.

Dou Zhao turned his head and looked at the two villages that looked not far apart.

"Do you know my mother committed suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by investing suicide by investing suicide by investing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by doing so? Who in this world will take me to heart? Who will protect me without any life or death? Am I not even as good as Lai San at the head of the village? He is bullied outside every day and his mother treats him as a treasure..." A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes. "Sometimes I think about it crazy and run around the mountain... One year on the Mid-Autumn Festival, my third uncle brought me a box of Beijing-style mooncakes. For some reason, I was very confused. As soon as my third uncle left, I ran to the mountain and looked up suddenly and saw these three wild peach trees... At that time, I was wearing a new dress... I was wearing a new dress...

Just like a child in the village, he climbed onto a tree, his clothes were torn, but he saw the old village head of the Lang family being chased by his wife..." Perhaps thinking of the scene at that time, Dou Zhao smiled with his lips raised, and then pointed to a family in the west of Lang family village, saying, "There are two daughters in that house. Whenever the slack season comes, their father will carry grocery picks to the village and households. When he comes home, he will always bring them two sesame cakes back." Then he pointed to another family, "The mother-in-law in that family is very powerful, and the daughter-in-law will stand under the eaves and curse, but once her daughter-in-law was sick, she immediately went to the city to hire a doctor and help her daughter-in-law cook medicine......" Dou Zhao stared at Song Mo with bright eyes, "Look, there are bad things in this world, but there are good things. If you see more people or things, you will find that it is still much better than bad!"

Is she urging herself not to take her father's frame of herself?

Song Mo's vision was a little blurred.

I don’t know if it’s for what Dou Zhao said or for her intention to herself.

"I just don't believe in my own father very much," Dou Zhao's voice came to his ears from time to time. "So when he heard that Mr. Yan and Xu Qing were being hunted, he kept his heart and asked Duan Gongyi and Chen Xiaofeng to go to Beijing to find out the news. If you are really framed by Ling Zun as I expected, just take the lead. If you don't... be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship, just think that I'm worried about it and do it too much!"

Song Mo smiled bitterly: "Fortunately you did this too much, otherwise I would have died long ago."

Dou Zhao didn't say anything, she looked at the two farms at the foot of the mountain.

It was almost noon and smoke rose from the village.

Song Mo looked over with Dou Zhao's gaze.

The women who delivered the meal greeted each other in groups of three or three, and smiled and walked into the fields together.

The quiet village adds a little bit of excitement because of this laughter, but what makes people feel is not noisy, but full of vitality.

Song Mo felt that his heart became quiet and light like this village.

He turned his head and looked at Dou Zhao beside him and said softly "Thank you".

"You're welcome." Dou Zhao smiled, "You will find that time is like an arrow. The things that made you feel unforgettable the moment before will be over. As long as that moment passes, you will soon forget, and even the pain will be forgotten.

Xia Lian, who was hiding behind the woods, looked at Song Mo and Dou Zhao from afar, was full of worries: "What are the prince and Miss Dou Si going to say? Why did you climb onto the tree?"

Chen He thought of Dou Zhao's warning of "no example" and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Miss Dou Si must have told the prince that why she discovered that the British Duke had an intention to the prince.

He was a little absent-minded because of this, and said, "Or if there is something important, talk about it in a tree, and he definitely doesn't want to be eavesdropped on others."

"Is that true?" Xia Lian was very suspicious, "Even a mosquito flew in the back mountain. Who can eavesdrop on the prince's talk to the fourth lady?"

Since the "thieves robbery" happened in the Duke of England's palace, both the Duke of England and the Prince's Prince have added many superb guards around them. Even if they come to Zhending, the Prince still has enough people.

Sisters and brothers reading books, the chapter that was overhauled yesterday will affect reading. You can go back and read this chapter again and again.

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