Gu Yun's emotions, which had been brewing for a long time, suddenly poured out like a torrential rain after a thunderstorm.
He knelt down on his knees in front of Pei, his handsome eyes and eyebrows stained with tears, and shouted: "Mother! It's Gu Shiyu, the unfilial son Gu Shiyu, I'm back!"
After saying this, he kowtowed three times loudly.
Pei was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly squatted down and tried to help him up.
Song, who was standing by, threw herself down, hugged Gu Yun's shoulders, and hung her whole body on him. She finally dared to cry out loud, "My dear, my dear! My dear is back! I thought it was a dream!"
Gu Yun looked at the woman's tearful face, stretched out his big hand, gently and carefully wiped away the tears on her face, and said with a guilty tone, "Yao Niang, you have worked hard."
After speaking, Gu Yun raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Qiong Yao who was standing beside him.
He looked nervous, stretched out his hand uncomfortably, and patted Xiao Qiongyao's shoulder, "Yaoyao, stop crying, okay?"
Miraculously, little Qiong Yao really stopped crying.
She imitated her own mother, hugged Gu Yun's neck, put her head on his other broad shoulder, and called out crisply: "My dear! My dear!"
Everyone present couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Gu Wei pulled Gu Yun up and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk. What's the point of kneeling all the time?"
Gu Yun realized it later and a hint of shyness appeared on his handsome face.
Men don't shed tears easily.
He was so out of control today.
The other families watched from afar and roughly guessed what happy event had happened in the Gu family, so they left the space for them.
It was not until the evening that these families went to celebrate one by one.
The Gu family has now adjusted their mood and is welcoming the guests with big smiles.
The only regret is Xie Ling, it’s a pity that her mother and father are not here.
Wei Xiuchu, along with An Xuetao and thousands of Changfeng Guards, had set out on the journey back to Wei Zhao half a month ago.
He wants to take back everything that belongs to him and kill everyone who hurt him.
If heaven is unfair, then he will have to ask for it himself.
*
At this moment, in the back garden of the Gu Mansion, Gu Yun bent over, with a humble posture and a guilty voice, looking at Song Zhizhi in front of him.
"Yao Niang, this is what happened. Don't worry, I, Gu Yun, swear to heaven that I have nothing to do with that woman! Otherwise, I will be struck by lightning and die without a burial place!"
Song Zhizhi was so panicked that she quickly covered Gu Yun's mouth, with a look of helplessness on her pretty face, "Husband, what are you talking about? Yao Niang will definitely believe you."
Gu Yun was still heartbroken.
He knelt on his knees, hugged Song Zhizhi's waist, and said in a heavy voice, "For three years, you raised the child alone and went through the pain of childbirth, and I was not by your side, Yao Niang, I hate myself!"
Song Zhizhi was stunned. "Husband! Why are you like this?"
In her eyes, Gu Yun has always been the tall and majestic general who defends his country.
How can you kneel down to a woman?
She was so panicked that she wanted to pull Gu Yun up.
Gu Yun held her waist stubbornly, his narrow eyes red, "Yao Niang, give me a chance, let me treat you and the child well, okay?"
Song Zhizhi never blamed Gu Yun.
But with her husband cherishing her so much, she couldn't help but cover her face and cry out.
"Brother, sister-in-law, it's time to eat!"
As soon as Gu Li walked into the garden, he saw this scene. His eyes widened and he ran away quickly.
Song Zhizhi wiped the tears from her face and gently touched the top of Gu Yun's head. "Husband, let's go eat together. There are still endless years to come."
Gu Yun stood up, hugged Song Zhizhi in his arms, and ran out.
"good."
Song Zhizhi covered her face shyly, but did not stop Gu Yun's actions.
The sunlight was dazzling, shining through the lush leaves of the sycamore trees, casting mottled shadows on them.
For a moment, Song Zhizhi seemed to have returned to the day when she was sixteen years old and married Gu Yun.
It was also a sunny day like this, but it was spring at that time, and all the peach blossoms in Shangjing were in bloom, scorching like smoke.
The horse that was used to pick up the bride was drugged by Gu's family's political enemies, who wanted to embarrass the Gu family.
The tall and handsome man, with a stern face, led her out of the carriage, held her firmly in his arms, and walked step by step from the west of the city to the north of the city.
The wedding of the Duke's son was a lively occasion, with people standing on both sides of the street.
The curious people, the officials watching the show, the gnashing teeth of the stepmother and stepmother...
When she was sixteen, she also covered her face and shrank in the man's arms. Her face was as red as a monkey's butt because of shyness.
She secretly thought that she shouldn't put on rouge.
In front of the tourists on the street, the man lowered his head and leaned close to her ear. The sunlight outlined his handsome eyebrows and eyes, forming a dazzling arc. His voice was different from his cold and hard features, but was very gentle.
"Why are you so shy? Even the peach blossoms on the street are not as blushing as you."
Song Zhizhi's face turned even redder.
She had always wondered why she, a concubine's daughter of a minor official, could marry Gu Yun, the son of the Duke.
She clearly remembered that on the day of the betrothal, her stepmother's face was twisted with anger, her stepsister tore three or four handkerchiefs into pieces, and her father laughed so hard that he couldn't stop smiling.
Later, the man looked at her lovingly and said that he fell in love with her at first sight during the Lantern Festival.
Song Zhizhi vaguely recalled that during the Lantern Festival last year, the lanterns she had worked on for a month were snatched away by her elder sister. She hugged her knees and hid under a tree crying.
A bony hand reached out from the side, and a deep voice asked her to wipe her tears.
At that time, her eyes were blurred with tears, her teeth were bared, and her nose was full of snot bubbles. She wiped her face casually, picked up her skirt and ran away.
It turned out that from the beginning, he wanted to marry her, and only wanted to marry her.
Song Zhizhi was not the prettiest, nor did she have the best temper, but when she was sixteen, she met the most outstanding hero in her life.
He took her away from the Song family.
Escape from the mean mother, vicious sister, and indifferent father.
Pamper her, respect her, love her.
If she hadn't been pregnant, Song Zhizhi felt that she might have followed Gu Yun back then.
Fortunately, fortunately.
Her great hero is back.
*
Wei Zhao Kyoto, Linhang.
Wei Xiuchu looked at the vermilion door that was forcefully broken open, his raised brows full of mockery.
Without me, Dong Ling is so fragile.
With only three thousand Changfeng Guards, he reached the palace.
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