Chen Jia walked out of the Duke of England and couldn't help but look back at the side door of the Duke of England.

Two doormen were watching him whispering.

His expression couldn't help but sink.

Hu Zi, who was waiting outside, ran over and said anxiously: "Brother, is it done?"

"Let's talk about it when you go back." Chen Jia looked gloomy and quickly left the British Duke's Hutong.

Is it done?

I'm afraid I'll backfire this time!

The Chinese New Year is coming, but the emperor suddenly wants to stay in Xiyuan for a few days. The imperial guards each brought a guard and Shun. Prince Guangen got this opportunity, but it does not mean that he would be brainwashed by him when he stayed in Xiyuan for a few days. From then on, he hated the British Prince and no longer favored him. Maybe the British Prince had already had an idea. His warning was like a clown who could not be said on the table, and it would also make people feel eager for quick success and instant benefits, which ruined the good impression he had left on the British Prince and his wife before.

But it won't work for him to leave this time.

After so many days, he really couldn't think of anything that the prince's wife of the British Duke's Mansion needed. He couldn't watch the relationship that he had finally formed was broken like this, right?

I can only make a fuss about the safety of the Prince of England.

The prince's wife met him immediately...

He couldn't help but clench his fists.

It would be great if I could think more carefully.

This time it was too reckless.

Chen Jia thought of Dou Zhao's calm face and regretted it deeply.

Dou Zhao walked out of the small flower hall and did not go back to the inner room directly. Instead, he turned around and went to Taihu Rock Mountain not far behind the small flower hall.

She sat in the pavilion on the rockery and looked at the Xiangxiangyuan.

The towers and water pavilions of Xixiangyuan, and the trees are reborn. The maids walk in the veranda of hand-papers, and can only see their red or green skirts through the gaps of the trees, with a deep and deep feeling in the courtyard.

Dou Zhao sneered.

She told Su Xin with her ears.

Su Xin was shocked and said, "Is this OK?"

"He is in the first grade of junior high school, so don't blame me for being the fifteenth." Dou Zhao's eyes were cold, "You don't know what he did to the prince."

Su Xin responded respectfully and helped Dou Zhao down the rockery.

When he returned to the inner room, Dou Zhao smiled and looked gentle.

Zhao Zhangru said, "What did the Chen surnamed to do for you?"

My aunt, who was taking off her old clothes with Ganlu, also put down her work and looked at Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "A friend of Lord Chen is in the Five Cities Military Command. If he wants to meet the prince, he asks me to come."

Zhao Zhangru said disdainfully: "It turns out that I am asking the prince to get promoted and make money!"

My aunt said to Dou Zhao in a gentle voice: "This officialdom is complicated! Sometimes he is here to beg you, if you don't respond, offend someone, if you respond, you drag yourself down. Sometimes he is obviously against you, but at the critical moment, he can stand on your side and overcome difficulties with you. I think the prince is a very steady person and respects you very much. You have to mix these things up and listen to the prince for the rest of your life."

Dou Zhao nodded repeatedly.

My aunt always thought Dou Zhao was a smart and dedicated child, so she didn't say much. She picked up several old clothes she had removed and said, "I'll take them back to the house to cut them later."

Ganluchi said, "Did my uncle have no scissors? I'll get you a handful now."

"No!" my aunt stopped Ganlu and smiled, "It's best not to use a knife and scissors in front of Shou Gu these days."

Ganlu smiled with her lips.

Zhao Zhangru said: "There are still these rules? Why don't I know?"

My aunt thought that Dou Zhao was three years younger than her daughter, but she had to rely on herself for everything. She was born in the wealthy and didn't know how to learn anything. She was lazy and didn't want to learn anything. When she encountered something, she knew that she would yell and didn't use her brain. She felt a little unhappy and scolded her and said, "What else do you know besides eating?"

Seeing that his mother got angry again, Zhao Zhangru hurriedly hid behind Dou Zhao and whispered: "Eat Yemeni knowledge - this is what Dad said!"

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

The little maid whispered through the curtain: "The prince is back!"

My aunt glared at Zhao Zhangru fiercely, then changed her smile and stood up.

Because of his in-laws, Song Mo came in and bowed to his aunt and left. He didn't return to the inner room until dinner was spent, and his aunt and Zhao Zhangru returned to the guest room.

Dou Zhao hurriedly asked him: "Where did you use dinner? What did you eat? But what did you eat? What are you doing when you stay alone in the outer courtyard? Wouldn't it be boring?"

After the words fell, she felt a break.

Since she married Song Mo, Song Mo has accompanied her as soon as she got out of the yamen. She said hello like this and went to the outer courtyard. This is the first time.

A wealthy family lives in a high-ranking family. Which family is not a woman in the inner courtyard, and the man is in the outer courtyard. At night, the man wants to rest in the main house, so the couple can meet?

Thinking back to the beginning, Wei Tingyu had no time to socialize this and that every day, and had no time to stay at home. Song Mo was not only the assistant minister of the Jinwu Guard, but also supervised the Five City Military and Horse Command. He knew countless people, but he accompanied her every day...

Dou Zhao couldn't help but hold Song Mo's arm and said, "My aunt and cousin have to stay at home for a few days. If you are bored, you will ask your friends to come to the house to play or go out for socializing with them. Don't stay alone in the outer yard, alone, and there is no one to talk."

Song Mo smiled and said, "Why do I feel like I'm disgusted with being at home when I hear this?"

"Who dislikes you at home?" Dou Zhao smiled, his voice particularly soft, "Aren't I afraid you will be bored alone?"

Song Mo just felt heartbroken when he heard this.

He said warmly: "It's not interesting to go out for social events. It's either drinking wine or listening to music. It's noisy. It's better to stay at home!"

Dou Zhao thought of the unfamiliar smell of powder that was occasionally stained with Wei Tingyu...

It can be seen that men's social engagements are similar.

If Song Mo was also stained with that smell...

The thought just flashed, and she felt like a turbulent heart, and she couldn't help but lie beside the basin and vomited.

"What's wrong?" Song Mo hugged Dou Zhao in a panic, "Where is it uncomfortable? Do you want to call your aunt over?"

"No," Dou Zhao bent down and vomited for a few more times before taking the silk handkerchief and rubbing his mouth. "I will feel uncomfortable sooner or later, and my aunt said this is normal."

"Oh!" Song Mo Wei'an took the tea that Ganlu held, served Dou Zhao himself, rinsed, and carried Dou Zhao onto the kang, then smiled, "No wonder filial piety is the first priority, raising a child is really not easy!"

Dou Zhao said coquettishly: "You only know now--you should treat me better!"

When she said that, she was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed.

Why did you get involved in this?

I am not a seventeen-year-old girl. What is true and false, can’t I tell you if I don’t argue? I have to be careful and ask about my well-being?

Song Mo liked the indulgence she showed inadvertently in front of him, which only showed that Dou Zhao believed and relied on him, so he was ruthless in front of him.

"Aren't I good enough to you?" he frowned with embarrassment, "Then tell me, how can I treat you well?"

Dou Zhao was embarrassed and changed the subject a little stiffly: "By the way, Chen Jia came to me today and said that the emperor was going to live in Xiyuan for some time, and Dong Qi took Jinwuwei with him. Is it important to stay at home?"

"The emperor and the empress have a quarrel. They are angry and want to stay in Xiyuan for a few days. The itinerary has not been decided yet. It is not certain whether they will go or not." Song Mo whispered in her ear, "Don't yell outside!"

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo asked her with heat in her ears: "Tell me, how do I treat you so well?"

The ambiguous tone made Dou Zhao blush.

"Go and wash." She pushed him away in a little embarrassing manner, "I'll take a break soon."

Song Mo laughed loudly, but took the opportunity to rely on her, insisting that Dou Zhao explain clearly, how to be nice to her, and he couldn't even pull it away.

The people serving in the room have gradually gotten used to the noble and elegant princess who like to make jokes when they meet his wife, and they seem to have become personal. They all seem to have no sight, and retreat with their eyes down.

Song Mo gradually couldn't control himself.

Dou Zhao hurriedly held his hand, and his voice became hoarse: "You promised me not to do anything randomly."

Song Mo's body was a little stiff and he took out his hand after a while.

Dou Zhao retreated to the window and sat down.

Song Mo discomfortably turned his face and whispered: "I'll go wash up."

Dou Zhao then realized that his behavior seemed to be disgusting Song Mo and trying to avoid him.

She pulled Song Mo's sleeve, lowered her eyelids, and said with a sound like a mosquito and flies: "I'm afraid I can't help myself and follow your wishes..." As she said that, her face turned red.

Song Mo thought of him from hard to soft under his body, from soft to as long as he was himself, he would be moved by a slight touch... His chest suddenly felt like a pool of spring water flowing, soft, soft, as if it was about to overflow, and he couldn't help but lean over and hug Dou Zhao and kiss her temples carefully.

Dou Zhao sighed.

Although the voice was light, Song Mo still heard it.

He looked up and stared at Dou Zhao with clear eyes: "What's wrong?"

When Dou Zhao saw his figure, he was reflected in his eyes.

Is this considered that you have me, I have you?

She reached out her hand in fascination, gently stroked the corner of his eyes, and murmured: "Don't drink wine in the future..."

Song Mo was stunned and then laughed: "Okay, I won't drink flower wine in the future!"
To be continued...