Not long after, Guo Fu's biological mother, Lu Luoying, passed away due to postpartum frailty, like a flower withering in the wind and rain.
Guo Polu was so distraught that he stayed in the company's military camp all day long, numbing his nerves with hard training.
Guo Fu also felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. After all, this was his closest relative in this life.
He thought of his mother's tenderness and consideration for him when she was still alive. Those days of caring were vivid and unforgettable.
But thinking about it, in a few years, the entire Guo family may not have many survivors.
On the day the city was destroyed, rivers of blood flowed, life and death were separated, and such tragic scenes were unbearable to watch.
Perhaps, my mother's death at this time was a kind of relief from the sea of suffering.
At a time when Xiangyang City is experiencing renewed turmoil, the Condor Hero Yang Guo arrives.
He received a letter from Cheng Ying and learned about Huang Rong's plan, so he specially sent the Black Iron Sword and the Junzi Sword to help Huang Rong make the sword.
However, Guo Fu was not able to see the heroic figure of the Condor Hero with his own eyes because his aunt Guo Xiang specially took him out of the city to play.
Guo Fu was filled with doubts. Didn't it mean that Guo Xiang had been searching for Yang Guo for decades to no avail, and finally became a nun in Mount Emei?
Why is it that now that Yang Guo has delivered it to his door, he is avoiding it?
In those days, Guo Xiang and Guo Fu lived on the banks of the Han River, staring at the vast river all day long, looking sad and saying to themselves:
"So what if I meet him? And he didn't come to see me."
Guo Fu understood a little, but also didn't understand a little.
If you really think so, then why do you spend the rest of your life looking for him?
I’m afraid you will never forget the fireworks when you were sixteen.
Yang Guo's stay in Xiangyang City was like the passing of the wind without a trace. After just two days, he left in a hurry.
Although he admired Guo Jing and Huang Rong's righteousness, he also clearly felt that the fate of the Song Dynasty was like the sunset and there was no way to change it.
If he chooses to stay, I'm afraid he will just die with them in the end, and it won't have much effect. It will just make his wife at home more sad.
After he left, Huang Rong hired craftsmen to melt the Junzi Sword, the Lady Sword, and the Black Iron Sword respectively, preparing to cast the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword, and hid the map with the secret book in them.
Time passed by, and about a year passed. Just as the sword was about to be forged, Xiangyang City suffered unprecedented changes.
The Mongol army once again approached the city, and the sound of iron hoofs was loud.
What is even more shocking is that Guo Jing's son-in-law and beggar gang leader Yeluqi betrayed the Song Dynasty and surrendered to the Mongols at a critical moment.
It turned out that in order to induce Yeluqi to surrender, Kublai Khan did not hesitate to make a heavy promise and promised to help him redress his father's grievances.
For Yeluqi, this temptation was too great.
He is not of Song descent, and he only wants to use the power of the Song people to avenge his father.
Now that the Southern Song Dynasty was in decline, he believed that it was meaningless to continue to live and die with the Song people.
After careful consideration, Yeluqi finally abandoned his wife Guo Fu and young daughter, and took his sister Yeluyan out of the city to join the Mongolian army.
This news was like a bolt from the blue. Guo Jing and Huang Rong seemed to have grown older overnight.
They were extremely brave and powerful throughout their lives, but they never imagined that there would be such a traitor in their family.
The pain in her heart could not be described in words. Guo Fu was so sick that she was bedridden with grief and anger, and she was like a gaunt tree.
The glory that Yeluqi once brought her seemed so pale and feeble at this moment, leaving only deep helplessness and sadness lingering in the sky above Xiangyang City.
Yerunian was over two years old at this time. She was still ignorant and unaware of the changes in her family, but the depressive atmosphere around her made her feel inexplicably uneasy.
She cried day and night, her voice full of helplessness and fear.
Guo Jing looked at her, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "Since you are a member of the Guo family, please change your surname to Guo and give it your name: Hui."
Guo Fu wept silently beside her, speechless.
But Guo Fu, who had never spoken before, couldn't help but come forward at this moment, and his childish voice revealed a kind of extraordinary wisdom:
"Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, was born with no faults. Why should he change his ways? My sister is innocent and innocent, so why should I regret it? Grandpa, both of the names you chose are inappropriate."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
It is unbelievable that a young child can speak astonishingly.
Guo Jing was speechless, and after a while he said: "Okay, I made a mistake, let's call her Guo Nian... To have this Qilin'er is because our ancestors have manifested themselves."
The last half of the sentence naturally refers to Guo Fu.
Guo Xiang was even more surprised. She knelt down and gently picked him up with her delicate hands: "Fu'er, can you speak now?"
Guo Fu stretched out his little hand and touched her head: "Little aunt, don't think about Yang Guo, you deserve better."
As soon as he said this, a delicate blush suddenly appeared on Guo Xiang's face, just like the rising sun, incomparably beautiful.
I never thought he would remember them all.
Guo Fu once was in Guo Xiang's arms and heard her whispering Yang Guo's name countless times, talking about the meeting at Fengling Ferry, talking about the fox in the swamp, and talking about her sixteenth birthday. The pain in his heart was like a tide. Like coming.
However, he could not speak and could only bear the helplessness and sadness silently.
Now that Guo Fu's tongue was finally fully developed, the thoughts that had been hidden in his heart could not help but flow out, and he spoke to comfort his little aunt who loved him.
Huang Rong couldn't help but become curious when she saw Guo Fu being so precocious. She smiled slightly and asked, "Xiao Fu Fu, then who am I?"
Guo Fu raised his cute little face and said in a sweet voice, "Grandma."
When Huang Rong heard this, her heart warmed up and she smiled like a flower: "My grandson is so good."
The joy is beyond words.
When Guo Jing saw this, not to be outdone, he snatched Guo Fu over, raised him high, and said with a bold smile: "What about me?"
Guo Fu was frightened by the sudden move and shouted: "Put me down quickly!"
Huang Rong felt sorry for her grandson, so she quickly took Guo Fu from Guo Jing's hands and said angrily: "Don't scare him!"
Guo Fu snuggled tightly into Huang Rong's arms and whispered, "Grandpa, grandma, Fu'er doesn't want to die."
"Look, you scared him."
Huang Rong patted Guo Fu's back gently and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Fu'er, your grandpa is just joking with you."
Guo Fu shook his head and looked at Huang Rong, his eyes revealing a determination that transcended his age:
"That's not the case. Xiangyang City cannot be defended. Fu'er doesn't want to die."
Guo Fu knew very well how precious life was, and he did not care about being stared at with doubts, but he still wanted to express his worries.
When Guo Jing heard this, his thick eyebrows furrowed: "Who did you listen to?"
There was a majesty in his voice that made people tremble with fear.
If Guo Polu was around, he would definitely scold him.
After all, this child is only two years old, what does he know?
It must have been what Guo Polu complained privately at home, letting him hear it - isn't this disturbing the morale of our army?
Guo Fu saw that Guo Jing was unhappy and said nothing. He knew in his heart that the smart Huang Rong would definitely help him arrange his escape.
I'm sorry, I really don't have the consciousness to accompany Xiangyang to die for the city.
That night, the moonlight shone like water on the window lattice. Huang Rong sighed softly: "Brother Jing, even Fu'er knows that Xiangyang City cannot be defended."
Guo Jing said displeasedly: "Polu must have told him."
Huang Rong said, "Let them go."
Guo Jing was silent for a moment, and finally nodded heavily: "Okay."
