There were red candles in the bridal chamber last night,

Wait to pay homage to my uncle in front of Xiaotang.

After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice,

The eyebrows are painted in shades of color.

The autumn morning is particularly fresh and quiet.

Guo Mo has developed a habit over the years and automatically opens his eyes every now and then.

A new house, a new bed, a new day, and a bride and groom.

"Brother Mo, are you awake?"

When one's martial arts skills reach a certain level, not even a little bit of daily privacy can be traced away.

"Rong'er, I need to get up to see my parents."

"Don't fool me. Your mother is still far away in the desert. She won't have enough time to 'pay aunty'. Please let me sleep a little longer. I slept too late last night."

Huang Rong lazily changed her position and continued to close her eyes, but Guo Mo knew that she was not sleeping again.

"Rong'er, you are so smart, shall I give you a test question?"

"Okay, you say."

He casually catered to me without even opening his eyes.

"Tell me, what kind of people age the fastest in this world?" Guo Mo threw out a joke for future generations.

No matter how smart Huang Rong was, she even guessed several answers but still couldn't get it right.

"Okay, you can announce the answer."

"The answer is: the bride. You see, yesterday she was the 'bride', but one night later, she became the 'wife', haha——"

"Do you want to die--"

Only then did Huang Rong realize that she had been "played" and kicked out of habit.

Guo Mo, the great master of the generation, stood up in response and flew away from the wedding bed.

After a rough fight, the two of them could no longer sleep.

Tingxiang and Wenfu, who were outside the house early in the morning, heard some movement in the house and knocked on the door to come in.

"Miss, it's morning, uncle. You two should freshen up quickly. The master and his wife are already waiting in the living room in front."

Both of them held washing utensils and prepared warm water in their hands.

"Haha, Ronger, am I considered a wife-in-law? You don't have to get up early to 'visit your aunt', but I have to go and visit my 'uncle and aunt'."

They were joking and did not delay the movements of their hands. The two of them were neatly dressed and finished washing up with the help of two little girls.

Seeing the little girl Tingxiang, she secretly walked to the bedside, took out a pair of scissors, cut off a large piece of new sheets, folded them carefully, and put them away.

Guo Mo and Huang Rong both pretended not to see it.

Guo Mo had a premonition of something, so he went to get something and hid it in his sleeve.

After cleaning up, the two went out to the front yard.

In the reception hall, yesterday's mess of cups and plates has long been removed, but the bright red words "happy" and a few bright red lanterns are still there.

When Guo Mo and Huang Rong arrived, there were already four people in the hall. Three of them stood high above each other. They were seated separately as guest and host, and one person stood aside with his hands folded.

The person standing was of course the one with long eyebrows and no beard. Yesterday, Guo Mo felt that this person was unusual. It was not that Guo Mo guessed that this person was an eunuch, but he knew that this person must also be a master.

I couldn't help but think of a legendary martial arts manual. The Jin Daxia kept its origins secret, only saying that it was created by "an eunuch from the previous dynasty".

With the huge amount of information in later generations, there are also different opinions on the origin of this martial arts manual.

But the view that the book originated from the Tang or Song Dynasty is the clearest, and it refers directly to two people, one is Yang Sixu of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is Tong Guan of the Song Dynasty.

Both of them have that knowledge and ability, but Guo Mo believes more that it should be the latter.

Because the latter was too notorious and it was difficult to destroy the authenticity of his creation, Jin Daxia had no choice but to conceal his real name and only said "the eunuch of the former dynasty".

If it were Yang Sixu of the Tang Dynasty, he should not have such worries.

Seeing the positions of the three people present, Guo Mo and Huang Rong were both stunned.

Huang Rong was really stunned. The three of them sat down separately as guest and host, but her father and mother sat at the guest seat, while the person sitting at the main seat was the person who came yesterday, her "uncle" or "adopted father"

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At this time, Huang Rong also returned to her ice-snow and smart state. She knew that there must be something she didn't know about here.

Seeing this posture, Guo Mo just sighed silently in his heart.

"Hey, is this going to be a complete showdown?"

"Dad, mother——"

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law——"

The two of them still bowed to Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng, but they bowed their hands to Emperor Ning Zong in a polite manner.

"Mo'er, Rong'er, come and sit in front."

Feng Heng said, but he could vaguely hear some excitement or trembling in his voice.

"Mo'er, do you still remember what I told you before?"

"You mean my life experience?"

Now that he decided to face it calmly, Guo Mo no longer hid it.

"Yes, I just woke up that day and the first time I saw you, I called you 'brother-in-law'. That's because you look exactly like my brother-in-law back then."

"Later, I confirmed that you are the child adopted by your current mother. And your birth date is exactly the same as that of your sister and brother-in-law's child, October 16th, the sixth year of Qingyuan."

"Besides, your name and that child's name are exactly the same, both have the word 'mo'."

At this point, Feng Heng had already burst into tears. Although Huang Rong was surprised, she walked over silently and gently held her mother's back.

"Last month, I went to Lin'an and found my 'brother-in-law' whom I haven't seen for many years. Yesterday was the wedding day of you and Ronger, so I made my own decision and asked him to come too."

When it comes to this, if you don't know what's going on, you are really a fool.

And none of these people in the room is a fool.

"I know, so yesterday when Ronger and I bowed to Gaotang, we also bowed to 'him'."

Speaking of "him", Guo Mo turned his eyes and looked at Emperor Ning Zong sitting there, and the old man's tears also flowed down.

"Mo...Mo'er——"

Seeing that Guo Mo had already guessed that it was her biological father, Feng Heng was always relieved. She would not announce this matter until Guo Mo and Huang Rong got married.

I am just worried that if this layer of window paper is broken, Guo Mo will not be able to accept it, or some uncontrollable situation will occur.

"Mo'er, don't blame your biological parents. Your mother, my miserable sister, passed away when you were two months old."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "And your father also has his own reasons. He..."

"I know, and I understand his difficulties."

Guo Mo interrupted Feng Heng, took out the swaddling clothes from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Heng.

As soon as Feng Heng opened it, Emperor Ning Zong, who was sitting next to him, stood up, took two steps forward, and snatched the swaddling clothes from Feng Heng's hand.

"This...this swaddling clothes is actually still there? This is the swaddling clothes made by your mother, stitch by stitch, and these words above were written by me."

"October 16, the sixth year of Qingyuan·Silent"

Emperor Ningzong received the swaddling clothes. His suppressed emotions could no longer be controlled and he burst into tears.

"Ahan, it's my fault, it's my fault that I failed to protect you two -"

Emperor Ningzong howled, Feng Heng sobbed, Huang Rong and the old eunuch were also beside them, weeping silently...

"Mo'er, you mean that you already know the identity of your brother-in-law, and you knew earlier that you are the son of a current official of the Song Dynasty?"

At this time, Feng Heng was completely shocked. She couldn't understand how Guo Mo could still act like nothing happened since he knew the truth.

If it had been anyone else, he would have run to the palace long ago to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan.

After all, Feng Heng is not a real Jianghu person, let alone understand the psychology of a modern person.

"Yes, as early as a few months ago, when my fourth master Nanshan Woodcutter Nanxi Ren came and brought me this baby, they had already guessed it."

"How many masters do you have?..."

The old eunuch stood aside with his hands down, but his ears were not idle. He heard that several of Guo Mo's masters actually knew his identity. It was an "occupational disease".

"Hmph, although your martial arts skills are good, you may not be the opponent of my four masters."

Hearing what the old eunuch said, Guo Mo couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"You old guy, Mo'er's masters are naturally our own people. They have worked hard to raise Mo'er, are they going to harm him again?"

Emperor Ningzong also hurriedly reprimanded the old eunuch. He really didn't want to leave any bad impression on the son he had just recognized.
To be continued...