Ninefold Purple

At noon in mid-autumn, the sun is still scorching hot, making people feel hot and dry.

Dou Zhaojue and his vest were sweating.

She glanced at the messy courtyard and said with a smile, "Everyone go have lunch first, and it won't be too late to clean up in the afternoon."

Dou's family provides three meals.

The women thanked them with smiles, and Gan Lu led them to the kitchen. [

Su Juan poured water for Dou Zhao to clean his face, and washed his hands.

The water was slightly cool, allowing Dou Zhao to breathe comfortably.

After lunch, she took a short nap, standing under the veranda, looking at the courtyard and thinking about how to arrange it.

Song Mo's voice suddenly came from behind: "What are you doing?"

Dou Zhao is not surprised.

Since this person can find a way to live in, he will naturally have a way to talk to her.

"I want to plant some flowering trees in the yard." Dou Zhao kept looking at the yard without looking at him, "In this way, in winter, the yard won't be deserted with nothing."

Song Mo didn't make a sound, but stood at the other end of the veranda, just like her, quietly looking at the yard.

The wind blows over the ginkgo tree, and the golden leaves fall to the ground, which seems to give a little warmth to the coming winter.

"My third uncle, died of illness..." He said abruptly, "He died of illness in Tielingwei..." His voice was unhurried, as if he had thought about it for a long time, and his tone was very solemn, "My fifth uncle Having lived under my uncle's shadow for so many years, he knows exactly where the Bada Hutong is, and he doesn't know if there are many servants in the house!"

Is it because of this that Jiang Meisun handed over the Jiang family's information network in the capital to Song Mo?

"None of us dare to tell grandma." Song Mo's voice was clear, but at the moment he was a bit dazed, making people feel that he was in a low mood, "Daddy asked me to pay homage to my third uncle and take a trip to Liaodong Say hello to King Liao and ask him to help take care of my fifth uncle and a few cousins... But a few days ago, in Weiqiu, I won the second place and lost the emperor's deputy commander of the Jinwu Guard... Your Majesty He gave me a hard lesson, and threatened to throw me to the Fengtai camp... The man has fifteen haircuts. But the emperor never cares about these things. Mr. Yan is afraid that the emperor will really go down and let me go to Fengtai University Camp. I suggest that I contemplate my mistakes behind closed doors at home, so that I can also see the emperor's reaction.

"I should be leaving for Liaodong in these two days..."

The tone of Song Mo's words was unclear.Dou Zhao has been Mrs. Hou for more than ten years, and he knows the daily life of Xungui's family very well, and immediately understands what he is talking about.

Something happened to the Jiang family.The emperor still favors Song Mo like this.In the previous life, Song Mo left the capital in disgrace and disgrace.

As Mr. Yan said, at this time, it is best to contemplate your mistakes behind closed doors at home.Going to Liaodong is not a good choice.What did the Duke of England and Chiang think?

Over there is brother.But here is the son.

Dou Zhao couldn't help looking at Song Mo.

Song Mo was staring blankly at the ginkgo tree in the yard, with an unconcealable sadness and loneliness on his face. [

Yes, it is sad and lonely.

Just like the previous life, he squatted down and talked to his daughter.

At that time, he had a high position and authority, surrounded by clouds of beauties and forests of guards.

He still feels alone.

In this life, he was at the prime of his life, when he was famous all over the capital.

He still felt alone.

In Dou Zhao's eyes, the childish boy and the mature man gradually merged into one person.

Or, no one ever knew him.

Whether it's the previous life or the present life, whether it's singing and dancing or prosperity, he is always alone!

Dou Zhao felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She called "Song Mo" loudly, and said, "I planted a lot of chrysanthemums in the backyard, and it's the flowering season now, and I'm going to build a chrysanthemum mountain in the yard, can you help me?"

"What?" Song Mo was taken aback.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

No one has ever called him so confidently.

But inexplicably, he felt a kind of straightforward kindness again.

"I said, help me transplant the chrysanthemums in the backyard into flower pots." Dou Zhao's voice was so clear and sweet that it was hard to hear, "then move the flower pots to the front yard and build a chrysanthemum mountain." .”

She said it again slowly.

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In the hands of Song Mo, a thick ceramic flower pot is not worth mentioning, but if it is filled with soil, and then a tall rhododendron tree full of rhododendrons is planted without hurting its flowers and leaves, It was a bit difficult.

Song Mo couldn't help but said: "Didn't you mean to move the chrysanthemums? Why is there another rhododendron tree?"

"If you just put chrysanthemums on a conical shelf and call them Jushan, how can Yang Jintai be called a master?" Dou Zhao put on a blue cloth kerchief on her head and stood in the flower field digging chrysanthemums, without raising her head, she said leisurely .

Song Mo was furious about it. [

One of his guards was about to step forward upon seeing this, but was stopped by Chen He.

He gave the guard a hard look, signaling him not to mess around.

Su Xin, who stood silently by the side, looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, as if she didn't see anything.

The old lady who was working in the flower field with Dou Zhao said "ouch" to Song Mo, "I know you haven't done anything just by looking at you, you are so delicate and tender. Let it go, let it go, we can just move it."

"He's a young man, isn't he like you?" Dou Zhao raised his head and glanced at Song Mo, then lowered his head to dig chrysanthemums.

Gritting his teeth, Song Mo followed Dou Zhao's instructions after moving the cuckoos and camellias, and after moving the chrysanthemums to build a wooden frame. When the sun was westward, he was already sweating profusely.

The madness in his heart was swept away.

He froze there.

Dou Zhao, because he knew that he had an inexplicable resentment in his heart, that's why he made an excuse to take Jushan and use labor to let him vent his anger?

Song Mo lowered his eyelids.

Hearing the news of his third uncle's death, he seemed to have a violent beast in his heart, jumping up and down to make him tear his heart and lungs, but he couldn't show the slightest strangeness.

Mother waited for him to comfort, father waited for him to make up his mind, younger brother waited for him to enlighten, Mr. Yan waited for him to make a decision...

He originally just wanted to run around the moat, just like before, until the anger in his heart subsided.That's fine.Who knew that when the mount gradually couldn't run anymore, he realized that he was already on the post road to Zhending at some point.

Kyoto has long been out of reach.

Chen He asked him in horror: "Will the son return to the capital, or stay at the inn in front?"

He still remembered how he answered: "Stay at the post station and return to Kyoto tomorrow."

But in the early morning of the next day, he chose to go all the way south when his mind was very clear.

Did he already acquiesce in his heart.She is not only ice and snow smart.Trustworthy, and has a tolerant and tenacious heart.No matter how outrageous his behavior, no matter how shocking his words, she will not be swayed by him.Not to be intimidated by him.Instead, I will use my own way to understand and deal with it.

Just like he was standing in front of her at this moment, she neither asked why he came nor where he came from.Where are you going.It's as if he is the white thing that rolls freely in the sky, and the clear spring flowing by the stream.Come when it's time to come, leave when it's time to go, there is no need to ask anything, and she believes that he has his own reasons!

Song Mo looked towards Dou Zhao.

She is instructing those women to arrange flowers and plants.

The sunset glow in the sky coated her figure with a layer of gold leaf, giving it a mirage-like brilliance.

Only then did he discover that she had perfect almond eyes, just like the Persian cat raised by his mother, and the corners of the eyes were slightly raised.When she opened her eyes wide, her slender eyelashes curled upwards, making her eyes extraordinarily bright and clear, but always with a bit of glamorous charm.

Song Mo's mood was unprecedentedly peaceful, peaceful, and down-to-earth.

It's great to have someone who can speak freely!

He raised his head, looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

In the middle of the season, there is still a bit of warm air lingering around the tip of the nose, which makes people's hearts warm up.

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Before dawn, Song Mo got up.

After working hard all afternoon, he had a great appetite. He not only ate two big bowls of noodles, but also fell asleep without turning over.

Just like nectar nourishing the dry seedlings, he was refreshed and his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

He told Chen He: "Leave ten taels of silver, and we set off for the capital."

Chen He was stunned, and said, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet?"

"Buy some dry food on the way!" Song Mo said lightly, "Liaodong can't wait."

Chen He replied "yes" respectfully, ordered the guards with him, and gave ten taels of silver to the gatekeeper's wife, and the group quietly left the farm.

When they left, Dou Zhao was already awake.

In the silent morning, every little sound was amplified to an unlimited extent.

She heard the sound of them opening the door, listening to the sound of them pulling the horse, listening to the sound of their whispering to the mother-in-law, hearing the sound of the horse's hooves fading away, and the surrounding gradually became quiet... Then Dou Zhao covered her head with a quilt , hid himself in the dark, and began to sleep back into the cage.

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Grandma lived in Cuijiazhuang for three days, and when she came back, she pulled a cart full of things.Among them are some handkerchiefs and sweat towels embroidered by Dou Zhao.

Honggu said: "She said that she has only been caring for the children these past few years, her hand is already born, and she dare not do other things. If you think these square handkerchiefs and sweat towels are useful, you can use them, and if they are not good, they are used to reward people. alright."

Dou Zhao nodded with a smile.

Grandmother asked her, "While I'm not around, what's going on?"

"It's nothing." Dou Zhao said without panic, "It's just that everyone is looking forward to a good harvest of winter wheat this year, and is planning to sacrifice to the Lord of the Land in the Temple of the City God on the day of Lidong, and ask the Lord of the Land to bless the second half of the year with good weather."

"Really?" Grandma was puzzled, "Why did Chen San's daughter-in-law say that a few days ago there was a young man with a New Year's picture staying at our house..."

Dou Zhao said calmly: "There is a person who is staying here and helping me with some work. As for the person's appearance, I really didn't pay attention."

Grandma stopped talking about it, went to the field to have a look, lived in the farm for two more days, and returned to the county with Dou Zhao.

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