Dou Shiying really never thought about it.

After all, Wang Yingxue is still alive, and Zhao Guqiu has been dead for more than ten years.

He couldn't help but slapped his thighs, excitedly said, "You have a good idea! Just do it!" After that, he went to Yushu Hutong after using dinner.

The fifth wife knew and said, "My sixth brother and sister-in-law both thought about this, but it was hard to mention this matter. Uncle Seven suddenly figured it out."

Dou Shishu also smiled and said, "He has been doing more than before."

The fifth wife nodded, looked at the silver threads that popped out of her husband's manes, and said heartbrokenly: "They can be smooth and you can worry less."

Dou Shishu smiled gently at his wife, stuffed an ink ingot to the fifth wife, and said, "Come on, help me grind ink, I'll write a letter to my second brother and let him add a note to the genealogy."

The fifth wife smiled and answered "yes", and took back her sleeves and quietly helped her husband grind ink.

Dou Zhao, who returned home, "rewarded" Song Mo. Song Mo was a little nervous while having fun and said, "Is something wrong?"

Dou Zhao laughed and cried, gave him a look and said, "What can I do?"

Song Mo laughed, unwilling to let go of his "benefits", hugged the half-naked Dou Zhao and whispered: "I still have to go in from behind."

While speaking, the object was hard pressed against the inner side of Dou Zhao's thigh.

Dou Zhao didn't expect that he would be interested again so soon. He was shocked and looked at him sideways: "You don't think it's messy enough!"

She didn't know that her face was like a cloud of clouds. The glance she glanced over was like a crabapple and the indescribable charm made Song Mo's heart even more intense.

"Just let them come in and clean up." Song Mo said, holding the plumpness on her chest with his hands and pressing Dou Zhao on the bed.

Dou Zhao was so moved by him that he was moved again. He simply closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

The next morning, the wet nurse brought Yuan Ge'er over to feed her.

Dou Zhao was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at Brother Yuan's face, so he insisted on the wet nurse: "You feed him this morning!"

The wet nurse couldn't help but retreat.

Ganlu, who served next to her, thought about the bedding covered with various marks that she had replaced, and vaguely guessed something, and her face also burned.

Song Mo, who was the culprit, looked calm and drank the porridge slowly.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, the corners of his mouth were raised high.

Brother Yuan reluctantly ate a few bites of milk from his wet nurse, and within an hour, he cried and urged Dou Zhao into his arms.

The time was too short, and Dou Zhao's body had not recovered yet. Brother Yuan still only ate half of it, and in less than half an hour, it started to make trouble again. He disrupted his work and rest time.

Dou Zhao blushed secretly and spoiled his son indulge in spite of his pampering. He let him eat when he wanted to eat. As a result, Yuan Ge'er stayed in her arms for a moment, so that if Zhu Lai reported to her that Jiang Yan looked a little dazed these days, she had to carry Yuan Ge'er to Bishuixuan.

After a closer look, Jiang Yan was a little less than before.

Dou Zhao asked her to play with Yuan Ge'er and asked her: "What are you worried about?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a while and whispered: "I want to go to Daxiangguo Temple to burn incense..."

Dou Zhao was a little strange, but when she asked again, she blushed and said nothing. Dou Zhao thought that she was about to get married. She felt embarrassed to say something different, so she agreed with a smile, and asked someone to arrange a carriage for travel and a rude woman who was accompanying him.

Jiang Yan thanked Dou Zhao shyly and said timidly: "Can you invite the twelfth sister to go with you?"

"It would be better to have her with you." Dou Zhaoyuan was about to accompany her. Since she had her own sister, Dou Zhao was happy to let go, so he encouraged her to write a post to invite Jiang Lizhu.

Jiang Lizhu has been married into the Wu family for more than half a year. The couple is loving and life is going smoothly, but she doesn't know why there is no movement in her body. Although her mother-in-law comforts her that she cannot be anxious, she still feels like she is still in a hurry. She is thinking about whether to burn incense to Guanyin Bodhisattva. When she received a invitation from Jiang Yan, she happily agreed.

Mrs. Wu also worked from being a granddaughter-in-law to becoming a mother-in-law. She understood Jiang Lizhu's mood very well. She personally ordered someone to prepare incense sticks and send Jiang Lizhu to the carriage.

Song Mo also hoped that Jiang Yan would go around with a friend and know that she went to Daxiangguo Temple to burn incense, and even gave her 100 taels of silver to make incense money.

Jiang Yan refused.

Song Mo's face immediately turned blue.

Dou Zhao hurriedly winked at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan realized that he had done something wrong, so he hurriedly collected the money and thanked Song Mo, and retreated in a panic look.

Song Mo couldn't help but press his temple.

Dou Zhao smiled and put his palm in front of him, and said angrily: "Today, the shopkeeper of Yinlou will send Sister Yan's wedding jewelry over. I want to wear a pearl headband!"

Song Mo laughed and took the opportunity to sit Dou Zhao on his knees, bit her ear and said, "I even belong to you, but I can't lose your pearl headband? If we don't wear pearl headbands, I'll give you a treasure necklace, okay?"

"Who usually wears the treasure jewel?" Dou Zhao and him were lying, "You just don't want me to get what I want."

Song Mo stretched his hand into her clothes and teased, "You ask me to take a bite, and you can also beat the pearls and the Baibao Yingluo..."

Dou Zhao was defeated and jumped up from his knees.

Song Mo laughed loudly, feeling very happy, and pulled her away.

The couple were entangled there, and Wuyi replied through cotton, "Criminal, Geng Li is here."

Song Mo let go of Dou Zhao, kissed her cheek gently, and said softly: "I'll come when I go."

Dou Zhao obediently helped him to tidy up his clothes and sent him out of the inner room. He stood at the door until Song Mo's figure left the yard and then turned back to the inner room.

Although Song Mo remained silent, she felt his body slightly stiff when he listened to the name "Geng Li".

She called Liu Zhang, the servant who stayed in the mansion, and asked him if he knew about Geng Li.

The more you know, the more you understand Dou Zhao’s position in Song Mo’s heart, the more you will be afraid of Dou Zhao.

Liu Zhang's teeth trembled as he answered, and said, "I know that he is the first aide under the command of the King of Liao."

Dou Zhao was stunned and sent Liu Zhang to retreat. He sat on the big kang next to the window waiting for Song Mo to come back.

After becoming the commander of the city, the Liao King finally reached out to Song Mo.

Does God have his own arrangements?

Then the King of Liao ascended the Great Treasure. Is it also God's will?

Dou Zhao thought to himself, and the tea in his hand dripped on the horse-faced skirt didn't even notice it.

The maids stepped forward to serve.

Song Mo turned back, his expression was calm, but there was a bit of fun in his eyes.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but be surprised.

Song Mo waited for Dou Zhao to change his clothes, and all the serving people in the room retreated, then he smiled and said, "Guess what is Geng Li coming to see me?"

Dou Zhao guessed that his conversation with Geng Li should be quite pleasant, and joked: "Is it because he is here to give you a gift?"

"Although it's not far away, it's not far away." Song Mo blinked at her. "Geng Li came to see me on behalf of the King of Liao and wanted to marry A Yan as his wife."

Dou Zhao was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Is the formally enthroned wife?"

Song Mo nodded and said, "If we agree to this marriage, he will immediately submit a letter to request an order. Even Geng Li brought it to him."

This matter was too big, Dou Zhao was in a state of great excitement. He finally suppressed the word "no" and asked Song Mo worriedly: "What are your plans?"

Song Mo said: "Of course, it was a tactful refusal!" He said, his expression becoming a little cold, "A Yan has suffered enough. I have no intention of letting A Yan marry far away."

Dou Zhao couldn't help but blush at the moment of his shake.

She said, "The marriage between Chen Jia and sister Yan?"

Song Mo frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "That boy is cheap."

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Wuyi ran in panic: "Criminal Master, Madam, it's not good. Miss cousin was kidnapped by everyone on the way to Daxiangguo Temple!"

Song Moteng stood up underground and said sternly: "What did you say? Where is Zhu Yicheng?"

Dou Zhao also stood up in panic.

Today is Zhu Yicheng who is in the past.

Daxiangguo Temple is one of the most popular Zen temples in Kyoto. There are many pilgrims every day. Who dares to abduct people in important places in the capital?

She looked at Song Mo.

Song Mo had already walked out with great strides. While walking, he also solemnly ordered Wuyi: "Call Xia Lian immediately! Prepare a horse for me!"

Wuyi should have "yes" and ran out hurriedly.

Dou Zhao shouted "Yantang" and said, "Let Duan Gongyi go with you too!"

Song Mo nodded and rushed out of the main courtyard.

Dou Zhao was a little worried and followed him.

Just as I saw Song Mo jump on the back of the horse, tied the reins and shouted at Wuyi: "Give me my bow."

Xia Lian, Duan Gongyi and others have been dressed up and sent out.

Dou Zhao was frightened.

In the previous life, Song Mo shot the prince to death with an arrow.

She couldn't help but run forward, grabbed Song Mo's robe, and said anxiously: "Sister Yan is a girl, you can't make trouble for everyone."

Song Mo's eyebrows were filled with his anger, and he thought for a moment and nodded.
To be continued...