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.
"It's all because I'm confused and I'm thinking something wrong. Please forgive me, Master Qi..."
The old eunuch also realized that his reaction seemed to be a little allergic, and he hurriedly knelt down to apologize.
"Get up, Mo'er won't really blame you."
Seeing that no one else said anything, Feng Heng came out to be the peacemaker.
"Mo'er, do you know why the word 'Mo' was given to you?"
"When you were born, you were all white, like a silver doll. Just on your back, there was a dark birthmark that looked like a domestic dog. Your mother gave you the word 'Mo'."
Well, that's what it really meant. Guo Mo secretly mourned for himself in his heart, and he couldn't complain about his mother who he couldn't meet.
"As a father, I just gave you a name yesterday, 'Zhao Hao'. I hope you like it and don't live up to your expectations as a father."
"Do you want me to 'acknowledge my ancestors'?" Guo Mo asked calmly.
"Yes, my father is fifty-four this year and has nine sons, but now you are the only one left. A hundred years from now, if this throne is not reserved for you, can it be given to someone else?"
Throughout the dynasties, speaking of the heir to the throne has been an extremely sensitive topic.
The emperor himself can say whatever he wants, but the ministers below him can only listen. The more he says, the more likely he will be wrong, and the less he says, the less likely he will be.
And it seems that almost everyone who becomes a prince will have a good ending.
But this scene in front of me is an exception. Anyone with a little bit of brains will not be on the wrong team.
The old emperor is already fifty-four, and his health is not very good. With such a biological son, what other options do he have?
"Mo'er, do you want to hear my opinion?"
"Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi, who had been listening on the sidelines, suddenly spoke.
Guo Mo's perception of "Dongxie" is undoubtedly much better.
Putting aside Huang Rong's relationship, no matter in various environments in the previous life, or in real interactions in this world.
Guo Mo always regarded "Dongxie" as a respectable elder, an amiable family member, and a trustworthy friend.
When he saw "Dongxie" and wanted to make suggestions, Guo Mo naturally paid special attention to it.
"Guo Mo listens to his father-in-law's teachings!"
"Mo'er, no matter what, your background cannot be changed. No one can deny your identity as the prince of the Song Dynasty, including yourself!"
"Everything in the past, no matter what the reason was, has passed. As a responsible man, it is more important to look forward."
"You are talented and intelligent, and your martial arts talent is unprecedented in my life. You may not be able to only be a martial artist or a grandmaster."
"If we don't talk about it from afar, let's just say that the Taizu of this dynasty is also an 'innate warrior'. Born in troubled times, he should sweep across the world and save all people from the fire and water. In this regard, Mo'er should be like the Taizu!"
"You and Rong'er came down from Huainan. Although you made some jokes along the way, you also defeated the bandits, punished the corrupt officials, provided relief to the victims, and rescued people in distress. Only then did you earn the title of 'Black and White Heroes' from the people.
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"What is a chivalrous person? He is brave and ruthless, strong and victorious. When he sees injustice on the road, he eliminates the violence and brings peace to the good. A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!"
"You came all the way south from the desert and took a look at the people's sentiments and military power of Mongolia, the Jin Kingdom, and the Song Dynasty. Can't you really see that the Song Dynasty is already in crisis?"
"As a descendant of the royal family and the only son of an official family, even if you are not greedy for power, can you have the heart to ignore your father's earnest hopes? Can you have the heart to disregard the life and death of all the people in the world?"
In the hall, it was so quiet, but the voice of "Dongxie" still lingered in everyone's mind, deafening.
Emperor Ningzong looked at Huang Yaoshi with gratitude, as if he had met "Dongxie" again.
This is not only a great man in the world, not only a martial arts master, but also a wise man in the world who has a commanding position.
"Brother Mo——"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At some point, Huang Rong returned to Guo Mo's side, silently holding Guo Mo's hand, feeling a touch of softness and strength.
a long time--
"Okay, I promise you, I will do this 'Zhao Hao'."
After saying this, Guo Mo's heart seemed to be calmer and his state of mind seemed to have improved.
Is this the realm of "seeing mountains is still mountains, seeing water is still water"?
"Hahaha - OK, Mo'er, come back with me. Tomorrow we will pay homage to the Ancestral Temple and inform our ancestors that I, Zhao Kuo, have a daughter-in-law."
"I will make you the crown prince in the future and tell the world that if you really can't wait, you can just ascend the throne directly. I think your 'Fulongju' is good. From now on, I will be a 'Top Emperor' here safely."
'alright."
Not to mention Guo Mo, no one expected that the majestic Emperor Ning Zong would say these words. Is this because he misses his son, loves his son, and loses his temper?
"Well...officials, be careful what you say." The old eunuch reminded him awkwardly.
"Humph, be careful with your words? Haven't I been so careful with my words in recent years? I've been so careful with my words that I have no descendants."
No one dared to answer this.
"Dad...Dad, if you really want me to recognize my ancestors and inherit the Song Dynasty in the future, please listen to my advice."
Guo Mo finally called out "Daddy", and Guo Mo clearly saw something extra in Emperor Ning Zong's eyes.
"Mo'er, tell me your suggestions."
Emperor Ning Zong was inexplicably surprised and relieved that his son did not accept his opinion but had other ideas.
"I can't go back with you right now. I still have to make some preparations. When the time is right, I will naturally go back to officially "acknowledge my ancestors and return to my clan."
"After you go back, everything will remain as usual. If some people want to support the crown prince, you can let it go."
"If you want to protect your health, the key is not to listen to any courtier's advice and take pills. You can ask your father-in-law to check your body. If you are interested, you can just practice some basic breathing and breathing techniques.
Physical fitness."
"You can ignore other places. The palace guards must be in your own hands. Being able to come here, you should have some power that you have complete control over, so you must continue to expand this power."
"In addition, if possible, I would like to ask my father for an official position, so that it will be easier for me to do things in the future."
When it came to being an official for the first time, Guo Mo felt a little uncomfortable.
"Hahaha - you kid, you still want an official position? Prince, I don't even want the position of emperor for you?"
"Well, since you have such an idea, my father will support you for a few more years. Before, my father really couldn't see any hope, so he just let things go as he did and just muddle along. Do you really think that I, the emperor, am just a decoration?"
"After returning to the palace, my father issued an order to announce to the outside world that he had received an adopted son out of the palace and named him 'Zhao Hao'. He also gave you a gold medal of 'I am here in person', which allows you to mobilize any troops under the Song Dynasty at any time."
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"It's better to give you a throne directly, Mo'er, whichever one suits you best, King of Xiang, King of Chu, King of Shu, King of Yue, King of Wu, etc."
For so many years in history, this is the first time that an emperor has allowed himself to choose a royal title.
Guo Mo thought for a while.
"Dad, if you really want to make me a king, I hope you can make me the 'King of Yan'."
"'King Yan'? But Yan Di is here...does Mo'er want to..."
Emperor Ningzong was stunned, and others in the hall were also stunned.
"Yes, it's the King of Yan. Didn't the Mongols send people south to join us in the fight against the Jin? Dad canonize a 'King of Yan'. Is there any answer that would satisfy the other party more than this?"
"'Lin'an' is originally a place of 'walking'. In the future, my son wants to move the capital of the Song Dynasty to the 'Zhongdu' of the current Jin Kingdom."
"Move the capital of the Song Dynasty to the 'Zhongdu'!"
I'm afraid only a founding king like Taizu would dare to speak such bold words, right?
Guo Mo said it very calmly, because this was what he really thought in his heart.
A ray of autumn sun shone into the hall, falling right on the face of Guo Mo, who was talking eloquently.
The whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light...