After seeing off Wei Tingzhen, Wei Tingyu followed Dou Ming and returned to the upper courtyard of Jining Hou Mansion in a depressed manner.

Dou Ming went straight back to the inner room.

Wei Tingyu stood in the hall for a long time and turned to the study.

Dou Ming changed his clothes and didn't see Wei Tingyu. He couldn't help but say, "Where is the Marquis?"

Everyone serving in the room was trembling and did not dare to say anything. Zhu'er had no choice but to step forward and report Wei Tingyu's whereabouts to Dou Ming.

Dou Ming's face turned pale and threw the teacup beside him underground with a "splash".

For a moment, the inner room was as quiet as if it was dead.

Dou Ming trembled his fingertips and ordered Zhu'er: "Let the women have a meal!"

Zhu'er did not dare to neglect her, so she and the mother set up dinner on the big kang next to the window in the inner room.

Dou Ming ate slowly until the beginning of Xu.

But Wei Tingyu still did not appear.

Zhu'er said obediently: "The Marquis uses dinner in the study."

Dou Ming looked up and looked at her.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade: "Are you idle? The bathroom in Jining Hou Mansion is short of staff!"

Zhu'er's face turned pale and she was timid and dared not speak anymore.

Dou Ming felt even more frustrated, so he washed up and went to bed to rest.

A little maid went to close the door.

Dou Ming was angry again: "Lock the door and close the window, what do I want you guys who are on the night?"

The little maid was scolded for no reason and didn't know where she did it wrong.

Zhu'er finally understood it.

It turned out that the wife was waiting for the marquis to come back, but she was so worried that she was reluctant to admit it.

She hurriedly ordered the little maid to open the door again and then move the bedding in the inner room to wait for the night. Dou Ming's face looked a little better.

Zhu'er didn't dare to sleep and kept waiting for Wei Tingyu to return to her room with her eyes open.

But Wei Tingyu never returned to his room.

Dou Ming tossed and turned on the bed like a pancake, unable to sleep.

Zhu'er didn't dare to let Dou Ming find that she was not asleep yet. She was so straight that she didn't dare to move, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The master and servant watched as the dawn gradually turned white.

The tent finally became quiet.

Zhu'er breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought Dou Ming could not hold on and fell asleep.

But there was a low sob sound from the tent, and Dou Ming's curse was mixed with: "If you have the ability, don't come to me to ask for the appointment letter of the deputy commander of the Dongcheng, the military commander of the Wucheng Military and Ma Si..."

Dou Zhao also woke up at Yizhitang, the British Duke's Mansion, half a distance from the Kyoto City of Jining, who was also half a distance from the Jining Hou Mansion.

She opened her eyes and saw Song Mo's sleeping face.

The skin is as bright as jade, and the black hair falls softly on the silk pillow of the bright red lotus, which is indescribable gentleness and elegance.

Such a beautiful boy, who is as breeze as morning dew, has a rough and unrestrained appearance in the bed, which is completely different from his appearance.

Thinking of this, Dou Zhao's face was hot and hot. The ultimate splendor seemed to be wandering among the limbs and bones last night, making her body a little weak. Only then did she realize that Song Mo was hugging her arms, her limbs were entangled, so that half of her body was numb.

She couldn't help but moan.

But Song Mo Qingyue's voice sounded in his ears: "Wake up!"

"Yes!" Dou Zhao responded and pinched his numb right shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Song Mo turned sideways and asked with concern.

"I'm numb!"

"Where is it numb?" Song Mo said, "I'll help you rub it."

Dou Zhao was really uncomfortable, so he turned his back to Song Mo, revealing his left shoulder.

The quilt slips off, revealing the shattered snee muscles and beautifully lined spine.

The cold air suddenly rushed in.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but shivered and quickly pulled the quilt under his chin. After knowing it, he realized that he seemed to be naked... Yesterday's memory became clearer.

The swelling of Song Mo when she entered her body... the numbness of her earlobes... the tenderness and affection of whispering... all turned into heat and hit her face, making her face a little hotter. Naturally, she didn't notice Song Mo's moment of being stunned when she exposed her snowy skin, and she didn't notice Song Mo's deeper and deeper eyes. She only felt that Song Mo's hands were very gentle, flexible and powerful, pressing her shoulders lightly or hard, making her feel comfortable and almost screaming, and even more, Dou Zhao, who had not seen her all night, felt a strong sleepiness.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, Song Mo's hand fell from her shoulder to her peach-like **...

Dou Zhao was shocked and woke up.

"Don't!" She tried to push his hand away with some difficulty, "I'm a little tired..." But he took the opportunity to hold her back in his arms from behind.

Dou Zhao was a little nervous.

Last night, the continuous extreme made her body a little dry. Song Mo, who was not satisfied, was like a wise piano player, making her body warm again... It felt like he was controlled, and his emotions were controlled. The ultimate of still living to death, as if she had never experienced it. But she could feel his awkwardness from the force he occasionally had not controlled, and she could not blame him for his arbitrary behavior. Moreover, this was the second time they had been sleeping in the same bed after they got married... Now thinking about it, she felt a little scared.

Song Mo obviously didn't think so.

He likes Dou Zhao's blurred eyes when he is happy, likes her tightly tangled when she is passionate, and likes her melodious hum...

Song Mo couldn't help biting Dou Zhao's round earlobe: "Shou Gu, do you miss me?" His hands walked down the exquisite curves like her mountains, "I miss you very much... The bed in the room is narrow and hard, and the bedding always has a musty smell that cannot be dried even if it is sun-dried... I like the fragrance on your body, faint, jasmine, and like a jade hairpin... and..." His voice lowered, and his hand skillfully found the red bean hidden in her stamens, sometimes heavy and sometimes lightly, "The mountains are green and green... I can't help but wonder what the end of the mountain path is..."

With a "boom", Dou Zhao felt like he was burning.

No wonder he always conquers him every time.

"Song Yantang, stop talking!" She felt that she must be like a shrimp falling into a pan of oil, her whole body was red.

Song Mo looked at her embarrassed and embarrassed look and felt happy. He whispered in her ear: "Shou Gu, you don't know. Every time I touch you, your whole body will tremble... It's there, no exception..."

Is this the graceful and noble Song Mo?

Is this the cold and arrogant Song Mo?

Who would tell this?

"You, you..." Dou Zhao didn't know what to say.

Song Mo kissed her lips.

Gentle like a feather.

But his body rushed in from behind her.

Dou Zhao opened his eyes wide, and his screams were swallowed by the sudden aggravated kiss.

Song Mo gasped gently and whispered to her ear: "Look, you are thinking of me too..."

Dou Zhao's face turned red like a pepper, and closed his eyes like a bell covering his ears.

Song Mo Huanchang chuckled in his ears.

The movement in the inner room made Su Xin and others blush and retreated under the corridor.

It was only until the sun was over and the inner room was quiet.

Dou Zhao had no strength to speak.

Song Mo was like a full lion, full of energy.

"Shou Gu," he stroked Dou Zhao's temples and sweaty hair, "I'm going to the farm in Daxing later, go with me!" His words were filled with reluctance, and regardless of Dou Zhao's sweat, he leaned over to kiss her cheek.

The farm in Daxing refers to the farm given to him by the emperor. Because it turned out to be a royal farm, no one dared to get close to him, Song Mo kept some of the dead soldiers there.

"I won't go." Dou Zhao just wanted to sleep, "I want to drink water."

Song Mo hurriedly poured her a glass of water, half-sucked Dou Zhao and drank it, and then tempted her: "I went to the farm in Daxing. There was a noodle shop called 'banjian'. The mixed noodles made in it were delicious, and many people went there to see it. You accompany me to the farm in Daxing. When we came back, we went to the farm in Daxing. Otherwise, it would be fine to go to Zuixianlou to eat mountain delicacies or sea delicacies! Or, we would go to Cuizhen Pavilion to eat vegetarian dishes... You have nothing to do at home, so why not follow me out for a walk... I will go to the palace again in two days..."

There was a trickle of warmth flowing in Dou Zhao's heart.

No one has ever been attached to her like this.

A little hesitation flashed in her eyes.

Song Mo is a master of observing the beauty. He kissed her long eyebrows and eyelids deeply and shallowly: "Shou Gu, I just want to stay with you. There are no elders at home, so I'm afraid I can't control myself..." He said, shaking her hand and leaning under him.

Dou Zhao was shocked, his face turned red, and his hands clenched into fists.

Fortunately, Song Mo did not force her. Seeing that she was unwilling, he let go of her hand: "We might as well go outside for a walk. Seeing that the weather is getting colder and colder, it will be cold everywhere you go. If you accidentally get a cold, it's better to stay at home..."

Dou Zhao was not afraid of the cold, she was afraid that Song Mo would not take her. Although she suspected that this was Song Mo's rebuttal, she could only believe it when she thought of the absurdity this morning.

"I'll get up and change my clothes." Dou Zhao had no choice but to get up.

"I'll help you." Song Mo was so excited that he opened the high cabinet of purple rafters and asked, "What kind of clothes do you want to wear?"

He just likes to be by his side?
To be continued...