The first time she was with Song Mo participating in the study meeting, Dou Zhao made up her mind and didn't say anything. She was suddenly named by Song Mo. Dou Zhao was very surprised. But she was not a stubborn person. Since the situation had changed, she would not hide it. After pondering for a moment, she spoke her opinion openly.

"Whether Chen Jia is trying to gain a future or being instructed by others, the prince is very moved by the conditions he has given. If that's the case, why don't we listen to his words and make plans? If what he said is true, even if he is being instructed by others, we may not be able to get into trouble; if what he said is purely a random fabrication, even if he is trying to gain a future, we may not help him.

"The key now is how do we judge whether what he said is true or false?"

Song Mo, Yan Chaoqing and others nodded slightly.

Liao Bifeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No wonder the prince respects his wife so much. In addition to being wise, his wife is also good at planning.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

If one day the prince makes a mistake, they will not be like a big tree that falls into the sky, and will instantly become the fish of others under the leadership of their wife.

At this moment, he felt a sense of belonging to Yizhitang.

I am also full of hope for the future of Yizhitang.

If the wife could give birth to children as soon as possible, Yizhitang would have no internal troubles, and they would have no scruples.

Thinking of this, he stood up and respectfully added some water to Dou Zhao's teacup full of teapots.

Zhu Yicheng did not have as much thought as Liao Bifeng. After hearing Dou Zhao's words, he was full of confusion and wanted to question Dou Zhao a few words, but because of the difference between superiors and inferiors, it was difficult to speak out, and a little anxiety appeared between his eyebrows.

Song Mo thought Zhu Yicheng had his own opinion on this matter, so he smiled and said, "Magist Zhu, what do you think of this matter?"

Zhu Yicheng is not a good person who is good at strategy. He used to participate in the discussions in the study and only listened to him. He never said anything. At this moment, seeing that everyone's gaze fell on him, his face turned red, his lips twitched, and after a while, he said: "I think what Mr. Yan and Mr. Liao said makes sense, and what Mr. Liao said makes sense. I just want to ask, if Chen Jia was instructed by someone and we went to investigate the affairs of the Duke, would the person behind him catch our handle and then sue the emperor... I always feel that he is not a simple person who can prepare for himself in the future, and he is also very good at it. He can be considered both civil and military. It is better to be careful when dealing with such a person."

Do you think your advice is too risky?

Dou Zhao also felt so.

Song Mo in his previous life was moody, and Chen Jia was able to become his confidant, which shows that he was a person who should not be underestimated. However, Song Mo's behavior made her feel that Chen Jia's words and deeds had aroused Song Mo's great interest. Otherwise, Song Mo could send a post to the Jinyiwei and ask the Jinyiwei to give him an explanation, causing Chen Jia to die, and there was no need to ask Yan Chaoqing and others to discuss matters.

She always felt that it was better to be loose than to be blocked.

Moreover, Duke Ding's death not only involves the unjust case of the Jiang family, but also involves the death of Mrs. Jiang and the conflict between Song Yichun and Song Mo... The Liao King has already shown his strength. If Song Mo could straighten the affairs of the British Duke's Mansion before the Liao King showed his fangs, he would never have made any comments on the death of Song Mo's relatives again. With Song Mo's calmness and rationality, they could safely spend the palace transformation four years later.

At this time, they have a chance to correct the mistake.

When the Liao King was exhausted, the court and the country were in chaos. It was already difficult to say whether it was right or wrong. If you didn't say a word, you might be punished for wanting to be punished, let alone to clear yourself?

"The prince is now in a serious way and has not yet won the title. Since her mother-in-law passed away, all the things in the family have been handed over to her personal managers and staff. Sometimes it is common for the prince to make mistakes, and it just happens to listen to the emperor's teachings." Dou Zhao hinted, "Whatever happens depends on what the world says, what people think, and what they believe!"

Song Mo smiled slightly.

Yan Chaoqing was excited and said to Song Mo: "Criminal Prince, Madam is a good idea - let's pass the disagreement between the Duke and you to the emperor now. The emperor has always liked the father, the son, and filial piety. You are one of his favorite noble children. If someone complains, you just happen to use this matter to find a way to arouse the emperor's pity and let the emperor "discipline" you. For us, it can be said that it kills two birds with one stone. It not only eliminates the attacks on you by those people, but also brings me closer to the emperor... It is possible that after passing the emperor, it will even undermine the Duke..."

Liao Bifeng couldn't help but stroking his hands and said, "I think we should act according to the wife's plan!"

Zhu Yicheng murmured: "Is this OK?"

Song Mo laughed: "It seems that the madam has asked me a problem!" He looked at Dou Zhao with unmistakable appreciation and pleasure, "Then let it be! I will do the matter with the emperor. Chen Jia, and the tenth ** will contact us, so I will leave it to Mr. Yan!"

Everyone stood up and agreed respectfully.

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In Shuntianfu Hutong, not far from the Duke of England, there is a Gaosheng Inn.

The commander of Weizhou Weidu, Huatang, was as deep as water, and was anxiously circling in the upper room of the inn with his hands behind his back.

His close follower stood in the corner of the upper room with a respectful look, and he didn't dare to show up.

After a while, a few careful knocks came from the door.

The close-fitting follower breathed a sigh of relief, rushed forward and opened the door.

A genius in her thirties walked in.

Seeing the visitor, Huatang couldn't wait to greet him: "How is it? What did the Wang family say?"

The Qing-clothed scholar hurriedly whispered: "I haven't seen the Marquis of Yan'an, but the prince of the Yan'an Marquis' mansion asked me to give you a message, and I want to visit you later in the inn." He said, and took out a post from his sleeve, "This is the post of the Marquis of Yan'an Marquis." Then he paused slightly and his voice lowered a little, "The Wang family didn't want the things we sent!"

Hua Tang couldn't help but frowned.

The eldest son's lawsuit came strangely. For this matter, he had already entrusted no less than seven or eight people, including Changxing Hou and Anlu, who also used tens of thousands of taels of silver. However, the other party fought against him at all and was not at all frightened. He then felt that the lawsuit was not simple and he vaguely heard that the old woman was ordered by someone and had no foundation in Kyoto. Anlu was also involved in the incident of the British Duke's Mansion's escape because of her close loyal servant, which made her very worried. She wrote to the British Duke's Duke, but she had not replied yet. How could he bother Anlu for his own lawsuit?

After thinking about it, he thought of the Yan'an Marquis Mansion, which almost got married with his family, and the Yan'an Marquis Mansion who had made friends with Kyoto. He hurriedly sent his aide to the door with generous gifts, wanting to ask the Wang family to ask who was going to be unable to get along with him.

"What does the Wang family mean?" He couldn't help but say, "The Marquis of Yan'an avoided him. The Wang family returned the gift we sent back, but the Marquis of Yan'an was going to visit me again..."

The aide of Huatang, the Qing-clothed scholar, heard it and pondered: "Look, is the prince of Yan'an avoiding someone?"

Hua Tang was shocked when he heard this, and his expression became solemn: "It is indeed possible..." He hurriedly instructed his close follower, "You can put your eyes on the highlights and don't let people notice our movements!"

The followers should be so frightened.

A servant ran in and whispered: "The Prince of the Yan'an Hou is here."

Come here so soon.

Hua Tang couldn't help but exchanged glances with his staff and urgently ordered the servant: "Come in quickly."

The servant left.

Huatang thought about it and greeted him at the door.

Wang Qinghuai was wearing an ordinary blue Songjiang muslin cotton robe and walked in with only a follower.

Huatang was shocked.

Wang Qinghuai really came to avoid suspicion.

Who made the prince of Yan'an Marquis' Mansion such a taboo?

It also confirmed that the eldest son’s lawsuit has an unknown inside story...

Huatang hurriedly invited Wang Qinghuai into the inner room.

Wang Qinghuai was not polite, and sat down with the host and the host of Huatang. When the servants had a refreshment, the people in the room retreated without much greeting, and soon they got to the topic: "... My mother couldn't bear to let her young sister marry far away, so the two families could not become in-laws. Many people in Kyoto were not clear about the inside story of your lawsuit. Only our family could get some clues because of chance. Seeing Uncle Shi running around but unable to understand the method, she was thinking about finding an opportunity to tell Uncle Shi, but she didn't expect Uncle Shi sent someone to visit. With the friendship between our two families, this thing is definitely something that he dared not ask for. As for Hua Shidi's lawsuit, I'll say something, and I'll ask Uncle Shi to consider."

Huatang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No wonder everyone says that he praises the son of Yan'an Hou as a good person.

He wants to take this opportunity to clear the grudges of the Hua family!

He was under the low eaves and had to bow his head.

He endured it and endured it so that his voice sounded without any resentment.

"My nephew's words are wrong! This can only say that our two families are destined to be together." Hua Tang bowed to Wang Qinghuai, "Uncle Shi has recorded the favor of the prince. If you have the chance in the future, you will thank him again!" His tone was very sincere.

Wang Qinghuai didn't care.

If he didn't come out to persuade him to fight, Huatang might have been leaping everywhere.

Now tell Huatang the reason, which not only helped Rong Mo, but also returned the favors of the Hua family. It kills two birds with one stone, so why not do it?

"Uncle Shi is polite," Wang Qinghuai said a few words of humility before asking in a low voice, "I heard that Uncle Shi is going to marry the Duke of England?"

Hua Tang suddenly laughed proudly: "Has I heard it?" As soon as he said that, he immediately felt that Wang Qinghuai's question was abrupt, his smile slightly condensed, and he said suspiciously, "Is there anything wrong with this matter?"

"It's not just that it's inappropriate!" Wang Qinghuai looked heartbroken, "This is how Brother Hua Shi's lawsuit comes from!"

Huatang's expression changed drastically.

Wang Qinghuai whispered: "The Prince of British Song Yantang hopes that his wife can take charge of the British Duke's Mansion, and he doesn't want the British Duke to re-string for the time being... But Uncle Shi broke in at this time..." He shook his head, "Otherwise, there would be so many famous ladies in Kyoto, why wouldn't anyone marry into the British Duke's Mansion?"

Hua Tang was stunned and a little disbelief.

Wang Qinghuai thought that he had brought his words, and if Huatang didn't know how to live or die, he would be powerless, so he stood up and said goodbye, leaving room for Huatang to think.

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Sisters and brothers, the electricity was cut off at home and was about to find a place to issue a document. The power came. It was delayed for a while. O(∩_∩)O~
Chapter completed!