Ninefold Purple

Dou Zhao came here once, and felt that Daxing's farm was fairly tidy. After a quick look, he was respectfully invited into the main room of the upper courtyard by the mother in charge of Daxing's farm, while Song Mo went to the study.

Seeing that the main room was clean and tidy, she ordered Su Xin to sleep in the inner room.

When I woke up, I felt comfortable all over my body. Although my body was still a little limp, I was in good spirits.

Dou Zhao looked up and saw Song Mo, who was sitting on the large kang next to him, looking at something with the light outside, the kang table was full of various papers.

Only then did Dou Zhao realize that it was already dark, and there were only her and Song Mo in the inner room. [

But before she could open her mouth, Song Mo, whose six senses were much sharper than ordinary people, had already turned around and asked her with a smile: "Are you hungry? You still drank half a bowl of porridge when you went out. I see you slept soundly. I didn’t call you.” As he spoke, he loudly ordered the servants outside: “Bring in the chicken soup stewed on the stove!”

She is familiar with the arrogant and indifferent Song Mo, the decisive and even ruthless Song Mo, but she has never seen such a Song Mo... gentle and considerate, bright and refreshing... How much more does Song Mo have? What about face?

Dou Zhao looked at him with interest.

Song Mo walked over with his shoes on: "What's wrong?"

He knew that he was a little ridiculous in the morning, but it felt so good, he gave himself a reason to indulge, but at this moment he couldn't help worrying about Dou Zhao's body.

Her flower diameter is a little red and swollen...

A thought flashed across his face, his face flushed slightly, but his heart was full of anger, and his body became hot uncontrollably.

He quickly put these thoughts behind him.

Sitting on the bed, he couldn't help stroking Dou Zhao's forehead.

Even if he was reborn as a human being, he would still be one year older than Song Mo.But Song Mo always treats himself like a child, either squeezing his hands or touching his face, as if comforting a small animal, which makes Dou Zhao a little bit dumbfounded, but he also enjoys this occasional being taken care of. The feeling of pampering.

But she thought that every time she showed a slightly happy expression, Song Mo would cock his tail proudly and proudly like a proud Persian cat, and would take advantage of the victory to pursue him so that he would be defeated and beg for mercy... …she decided not to tell him.

"What are you doing?" Dou Zhao smiled with a smile that she didn't even notice, and sat up on the quilt. "Why don't you light the lamp?"

"I'm afraid I'll wake you up." Song Mo stroked her face again, and then helped her tuck the quilt, "Find a map, and see where those thieves will go!" While speaking, Gan "Lu" came in with chicken soup.

Song Mo took it in his hand: "I'll feed you."

It's not that I'm sick and can't move.

Dou Zhao hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself!"

Song Mo didn't force it, and helped her put a big pillow behind her.

The chicken soup is mellow and fragrant, and it warms the whole body after one bite.

"The chicken soup tastes good." Dou Zhao took a spoonful and fed it to Song Mo, "Try it too!"

Song Mo looked down at Tianbaici's spoon, his expression slightly paused.

Dou Zhao suddenly became embarrassed.

Many rich and powerful families pay attention to food sharing, and the Dou family is no exception.

She somehow scooped up a spoonful for Song Mo to drink.

Thinking of these, Dou Zhao couldn't help but secretly sighed.

When she thought of what happened to Song Mo in his previous life, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

But in this life, Song Mo hasn't encountered those bad things, and he should change this habit. If there is something good, he always wants to leave it to Song Mo, thinking that he has suffered too much...

Dou Zhao was about to shrink back, but Song Mo lowered his head and drank the chicken soup.

"It tastes really good." He smiled and asked Gan'lu who was serving at the side, "Who made it? Reward her with two high-quality Feng Hong."

Ganlu is a little girl who has not left the court. Although she is happy to see Song Mo and Dou Zhao being so intimate, she is still a little ashamed and said with a blushing face, "It's a woman called Mrs. Sanshi in the farm. " She said, bowing her knees to salute, "I will pass on the words of my son, this servant, and reward her with two high-quality Feng Hong."

Song Mo nodded, but the expression on his face was light but very happy. He turned to Dou Zhao and said, "Give me another drink."

"Oh!" Dou Zhao handed the bowl to Song Mo.

"No need," Song Mo said, "Just take a couple of mouthfuls with a spoon and give me a taste."

He spoke seriously, and Dou Zhao did not doubt that he had it, and only after feeding him a couple of mouthfuls did he realize that something was wrong.He wants to drink chicken soup, just scoop up another bowl, why should he drink hers.She is only a small bowl, and after a few spoonfuls, it will bottom out.

Dou Zhao was about to give him the bowl, but Song Mo said, "It tastes really good!" Then he called the servant, "Bring in another bowl."

When did I become so stingy?Thinking so much about a bowl of chicken soup?

Dou Zhao couldn't help reviewing herself, she also had a cheerful personality, and quickly forgot about this important matter.

The two drank the soup, and the maids came in to prepare dinner.

Song Mo said: "Let's rest in the farm tonight? The outer courtyard is just a yard that has been repaired and drained of water. That's a heavy pottery thing. The inner courtyard is just some firewood, rice, oil and salt. If you don't deal the right cards every day, don't they? Will you starve to death?"

Dou Zhao was a little dumbfounded, and really wanted to say, Master, if I rest here tonight, the British government will not deal the right card for two days!

However, these are little things.

She was afraid that the sky would be high and the emperor would be far away, that the lonely man and the widow would make this guy "chaos"...[

But before she could say anything, Song Mo seemed to see through her mind, chuckled, and whispered in her ear: "Indulging in lust is against the way of nurturing. You can't just It happened occasionally, can it always be like this? Your body is limp, and I have the strength to do it." He said, and winked at her.

Dou Zhao's heart skipped a beat abruptly.

She couldn't help but secretly despised herself.

I was really confused by Song Mo.

Why didn't he think of "health preservation", otherwise he could use this as an excuse to stop Song Mo.

She thought that the time between love and love was not long, so she couldn't help but have some doubts about his so-called "intelligence". She also thought that maybe it was because Song Mo had just tasted this taste, and in his words, he was a little indulgent... For a while It feels a bit of a dilemma.

"Okay, I was teasing you just now." Song Mo, who had been paying attention to Dou Zhao's expression, straightened his expression slightly, and said, "Actually, I still have something to do, let's go back tomorrow!"

I was really confused by Song Mo!

If Song Mo still spends time doing business, even though he was a treacherous minister in his previous life, it is impossible for him to be able to keep the emperor's favor for more than ten years just by relying on the merits of being a dragon.

Dou Zhao nodded.

Song Mo smiled slightly, his smile was like the moonlight, clean and bright.

Dou Zhao once again felt that he was overthinking.

The two ate their dinner in silence. Song Mo went to the study and called Lu Ming over. He closed the door and played a few games of Go. Looking at the time, he couldn't help but went back to the inner room.

Dou Zhao has already tidied up the inner room, added a flower pot to the Kang table, and inserted a few chrysanthemums, and the room immediately felt warm.

Getting married is really different.

Song Mo smiled and was washed and washed by Dou Zhao, and the two went to bed to rest.

Dou Zhao asked him how things were going.

"What needs to be explained has already been explained." Song Mo said, "There shouldn't be too many mistakes."

Since the people who use the farm, there must be a lot of shady things.Naturally, Dou Zhao would not ask in detail.

Song Mo complained, "We'd better sleep with our backs facing each other. If we lie on our sides facing each other, the cold wind will blow into the quilt."

It's only been a few months, and the cold wind is pouring into the quilt...

But everyone has their own living habits, and it takes a while for them to get used to it when they just get married.

Dou Zhao turned around according to his words.

The young Song Mo's back is not very thick, but it is thin and warm, and does not move around, and the feeling of leaning on it is very good.

Dou Zhao closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Song Mo behind him turned over.

Dou Zhao fell into Song Mo's arms.

"Who sleeps back to back." He murmured softly, holding Dou Zhao in his arms, "It feels much better this way." Then he rubbed against her body, as if he found a comfortable position, and calmed down.

Dou Zhao was angry and funny.

Song Mo's hand got into her lapel...

"Song Yantang!" Dou Zhao said angrily, holding his hand that was about to move, trying to stop him.

How could I trust Song Mo so easily.

"Shougu, your place is so big, fragrant and soft, I can't even hold it with my hands, I like it so much..." He whispered in her ear.

Is this what people say?

Dou Zhao's face was burning hot.

Then he felt the changes in Song Mo's body.

She stiffened suddenly.

"How can you say nothing!"

After the passion, she is now in a bit of physical pain.

"I know your bones are not healed yet," Song Mo gently kissed her earlobe, "I just hugged you just thinking...don't move..."

How hot he is in this life, I'm afraid only she knows.

She really didn't dare to move.

Song Mo did not do anything else.

Dou Zhao's body slowly relaxed.

Song Mo felt her softness and was overjoyed.

He did not move Dou Zhao's mood anymore, but his body had its own opinion.

If Ruoruo Dou Zhao has been as stiff as a rock, how could he be willing.

Didn't she say that when two people are together, they want to feel comfortable with each other?

He also wants them to be happy and happy together.

Song Mo kissed Dou Zhao's earlobe, neck, and shoulders, even raised her hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingertips...

The feeling of being loved and cherished made Dou Zhao completely relaxed.

When Song Mo can do whatever she likes again, Dou Zhao doesn't have much resistance anymore.Of course, this has a lot to do with Song Mo's lack of further actions.

Song Mo smiled slyly.

Take your time, they still have decades to go...

Song Mo thought, smelling the fragrance of Dou Zhao's body, feeling the delicateness and softness of her skin, Song Mo's mood gradually relaxed, and he fell asleep.

When Dou Zhao woke up the next morning, he found that he and Song Mo were close together like two spoons.

Song Mo's hand was still stubbornly holding the plumpness of her chest.

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Although there were some episodes in the middle, Song Mo did not touch her.

He kept his promise to her.

That's what she values ​​most.

Dou Zhao is in a good mood.

She called Song Mo loudly: "Get up! We are going back to the British government."

At exactly the right time, two carriages flew out from Daxing Farm.

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Give me sweetness too!

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