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

Song Yichun had to put his words in his stomach, and hurriedly told Dou Zhao and Song Mo a few words, and then asked them out.

The wind blew the pouring rain and the heavy rain rushed over like a tide. The veranda seemed to be washed by water, not to mention the people walking on it, the shoes, socks and clothes would be immediately wet.

Everyone was wearing straw raincoats and wooden clogs.

Dou Zhao is a little higher than usual.

Su Xin struggled to help her hold an umbrella.

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

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

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

"I'll do it!" He held the umbrella quietly, and walked out with his shoulders.

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 Zhao, Qi and Song Mo's ears.

She leaned a little and could lean against his shoulder.

Dou Zhao has always been the one who holds an umbrella for both lives. How could anyone hold an umbrella for her like this?

She hadn't come back to her senses for a long time and walked forward in a daze. When she realized that she was already standing in front of the carriage in front of the door.

The coachman has put down his footstool.

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, helped Dou Zhao's hand and said, "Get on the car quickly, be careful to get wet your clothes." He moved the umbrella to the footstool and actually wanted to serve Dou Zhao on the carriage himself.

The raindrops as big as 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 with both hands to protect Song Mo from the wind and rain.

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

Su Xin and others showed strange expressions, lowered their heads, and got onto the carriage behind them.

Dou Jichang's steps were slightly stagnant when he saw this scene.

He was a little surprised.

Who doesn't know that the prince of the British Duke's Mansion is from a prominent family, has a cold temperament and is not easy to approach. Unexpectedly, he can put down his figure 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 jumped onto the Dou family's carriage with a smile.

The rain fell on the roof of the car and made a crackling sound.

Dou Zhao looked at the dress without a drop of water stains and felt very moved. He sincerely said "thank you" to Song Mo, handed him a handkerchief to Song Mo, and signaled him to wipe the rain on his face.

Song Mo took the veil with a smile.

Very ordinary white silk satin embroidered with a coniferous orchid in one corner.

This reminded him of Dou Zhao's flower garden.

Song Mo wiped his face.

There is a faint fragrance on the veil, like orchid and jasmine. If you smell it carefully, it looks like the fragrance of hosta flowers, which is very elegant.

He stuffed his handkerchief into his sleeves, lifted the curtains of the car, and looked out through the glass-inlaid car window: "Do you want to go back?"

There were no pedestrians on the road, and the storm blew the fallen leaves all over the ground, making them look a little embarrassed.

Dou Zhao's eyes lit up: "Is that OK?"

"Whatever you want, you can always find time." He turned around, his eyes shining brightly in the chalet with a little dim light, as bright as stars.

"That's right!" Dou Zhao laughed and thought seriously for a moment.

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

I can feel more at ease when my grandmother meets Song Mo.

But Song Mo may not be able to leave when he is on duty in Jinwuwei, and this matter has to be discussed for a long time.

"I'll discuss with Mr. Yan then?" she smiled, "The Duke's side must have an explanation."

Song Mo nodded.

I feel a little sad.

If my mother was still alive and had her mother help Dou Zhao block it, how could Dou Zhao want to go back and really make it so difficult!

He couldn't help but clench his fists.

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Dou Zhao smiled and walked up to the car window.

"This autumn rain will make you feel colder in the next time." She asked him, "Where are we?"

In her previous life, although she lived in Kyoto for more than ten years, she was still familiar with Fuguifang.

"We are on Andingmen Street." Song Mo said, thinking about it, and instructed the coachman, "Go to Jing'an Temple Hutong."

The coachman was stunned for a long time before he responded loudly and entered a small alley next to him.

Dou Zhao said curiously: "Why do you want to walk on Jiangmi Lane? Should you walk on Jiangmi Lane closer to Jing'an Temple Hutong?"

Next time she returns to her parents' home, she will know how to leave.

"It's about half an hour further than walking on the North Street of Huangjiang," Song Mo said with a smile, "but the six ministries and the five military governor's offices are there, you can take a look."

Dou Zhao was embarrassed.

Song Mo regarded her as a weak person who had never traveled far away.

But Song Mo took her around carefully, which made her feel very happy.

Dou Jichang, who followed their carriage, looked confused.

How did Song Mo and the others change their route to live in the south? This is getting further and further!

After seeing again, the carriage and horses slowly stopped, stood in the Hanlin Academy, Shanglinyuan Supervisor, Imperial Hospital and other yamen for a while before slowly driving forward.

He couldn't help but ask the escort who was following the car: "What are they doing?"

The guard didn't know, so he hurried over and asked, and came back and reported, "The prince is telling the fourth aunt where is the sixth department office?"

Dou Jichang was stunned and said, "What is the relationship between the Sixth Ministry of the Ministry and the Five Sisters?"

The guard shook his head, obviously puzzled.

But Dou Jichang's servant guessed: "My aunt just arrived in Kyoto and she rarely went out on weekdays. She either wandered around several temples or wandered around the shops selling silk, satin, gold and silver jewelry in the South Street and the Gulou Building. I guess the prince was interested in opening his eyes!"

Dou Jichang suddenly realized and couldn't help laughing, "It's a pity that he can think of it." He actually took his wife to visit the Sixth Ministry of Affairs. He was not his son, so he wanted to inspire him to participate in the imperial examination.

Fortunately, it was windy and rainy today, and there were no pedestrians on the road. It was a day to go back to the door again, so there was no time limit. Dou Jichang was too lazy to disturb them, so he lay in the carriage and listened to the sound of rain, and stopped and took half an hour to arrive at Jing'an Temple Hutong.

All the relatives of the Dou family have arrived.

I heard that Dou Zhao and the others have arrived, and I was eager to know whether their daughter was good or not. Dou Shiying went to the gate to greet him despite Dou Shishu's obstruction.

Song Mo got off the carriage, took the big umbrella from Chen He's hand, blocked the air outlet, and helped Dou Zhao get off the carriage, but his clothes were wet.

Dou Shiying, who rushed over, couldn't help but smile. Before Song Mo could stand firm, she stepped forward and took his arm: "Come in the house! It's too heavy!" She also ordered Gao Sheng loudly, "Go and find a clean clothes to change for the fourth aunt." She was very enthusiastic. Even when Song Yichun and Song Mo had not broken down, she never treated Song Mo like this with emotion, which made Song Mo feel a little stunned for a moment. After a while, she recovered and hurriedly thanked Dou Shiying respectfully: "Thank you, Father-in-law!"

Dou Shiying looked at Song Mo who looked like jade in front of him. Thinking of the way he was holding Dou Zhao just now, he became more satisfied and more satisfied. The more he looked at him, the more he felt more and more pleasant. While pulling Song Mo into the flower hall, he smiled and said, "A son-in-law is half a son, you don't have to be so polite to me. As long as you couple are harmonious and beautiful, I will be happy to see it."

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

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

Gao Sheng ran over with a stack of clothes.

"Master, this is the new clothes you made a few days ago, and you haven't had time to wear them yet." He panted, "Which one do you think is suitable?"

Dou Shiying picked a purple-red treasure-like flower silk and said to Song Mo: "Go and change your clothes first. This autumn rain hurts people, beware of gonorrhea."

Looking at the gorgeous and complex patterns, Song Mo and Dou Zhao couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads - the former was because they disliked the gorgeous and exposed clothes, and because they were so-called by Dou Shiying, they dared not refuse; the latter did not expect that his father actually made a flamboyant dress.

Song Moyou happily accompanied him to change his clothes, and Dou Zhao couldn't help but say, "Is Baoxianghua fabric still popular now?"

"When will Baoxianghua's fabric become popular?" Dou Shiying asked back.

Dou Zhao was speechless.

I can only mutter in my heart: But at your age, this is too fancy.

As soon as the thought passed by in my heart, I saw Song Mo walking over with Gao Sheng.

The purple-red brocade is embroidered with golden silk and silver threads. It is colorful and colorful, like a stream of clouds, reflecting Song Mo's fair and flawless skin. It is like a little bit of the colorful purple, with a spotless brilliance and nobleness.

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

Song Mo was uncomfortable tidying his sleeves, but when he raised his foot, he became calm and followed Dou Shiying to the flower hall.

Dou Shishu and Dou Shi sat on the chair of the Grand Master in the middle hall and talked to Wei Tingyu. Dou Wenchang and others stood beside him and listened with a humble expression. The female family members such as Ji and the fifth wife sat around the round table in the west hall. Dou Wenchang's two sons, Jichang's two sons and Dou Bochang's daughter were served by a large group of maids and mothers, laughing and joking in the flower hall, and the children's cheerful laughter were everywhere.

Seeing Dou Shiying and Song Mo, Dou Zhao walked in, Dou Shishu and others stopped the topic, and the women hurriedly carried several children aside.
To be continued...