She seemed to want to pounce, but didn't dare. She still held the sword tightly with her fingers: "You... are you that bastard pretending to be again? Don't hurt me, Hao'er!"
She looked very embarrassed, her hair was messy, her clothes were disheveled, her pretty face was even a little dirty, but her eyes were still shining like stars.
This is her! It’s no longer something pretending to be.
Di Fuyi breathed a sigh of relief and opened his arms to her. This was an unguarded gesture of trust: "Baby, who do you think can impersonate me?"
'Gu Xijiu' seemed to finally recognize him, tears fell from her bright eyes, and she threw herself into his arms: "Fuyi, you are finally here!"
Di Fuyi paused for a moment, lowered his eyes to look at her in his arms, raised his hand to tuck the messy hair at her temples behind her ears, and glanced quietly at the back of her left ear, where there was a very small Scars cannot be seen unless you look carefully.
Because this feature was very secret, even Gu Xijiu himself didn't know about it, but Di Fuyi had been intimate with her countless times, and every part of her body was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could remember every small feature.
The small scar is still there, which proves that it is indeed her in his arms. At least this body is correct.
But if it's her, her usual way of throwing herself into someone's arms is not quite right...
Every time Gu Xijiu threw herself into his arms, she always liked to hug his waist directly, saying that his thin waist felt tactile and safe when she hugged her.
But now, when she threw herself into his arms, her arms were wrapped around his back.
It's a very subtle difference, but otherwise there's nothing wrong with it.
'Gu Xijiu' quickly calmed down her emotions, took Di Fuyi's hand and walked towards Di Hao: "Come and see Hao'er, he is seriously injured..."
Di Hao was already unconscious, and the wound on his chest was half treated by Gu Xijiu.
Di Fuyi knew at a glance that the injury was extremely dangerous, the kind that could kill someone if he delayed even a moment.
He knelt down and looked at his son's wound. The wound had been covered with elixir, but it was not sutured and blood still seeped out from time to time. "
"Xijiu, I think Hao'er should be stitched up so that he can heal faster." Di Fuyi suggested.
'Gu Xijiu' paused for a moment and said, "Okay, Fuyi, come and sew him up."
Di Fuyi's eyes were focused on her: "Xijiu, when it comes to suturing skills, my husband is not as good as you."
'Gu Xijiu' pursed her lips: "Of course... I know this, but... But I was also injured, very... very uncomfortable. I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate on healing Hao'er, otherwise I would have sutured Hao'er long ago. ."
Di Fuyi immediately held her hand: "Are you injured? Where are you injured? Come, let me take a look!" He was about to check her pulse.
'Gu Xijiu' hurriedly shook off his hand: "My injury is not urgent. I can treat it myself. You should treat Hao'er first, right? I'm afraid he won't be able to wait. The child is important!"
Di Fuyi glanced at her again, still worried: "It's okay, let me check on you first, it won't take long."
He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. Gu Xijiu stiffened and her face changed slightly.
This posture is very similar to the posture of Emperor Fuyi in the mirage when he hugs her clone and is about to kill it with one blow!
She quickly pushed him, broke away from his arms, and subconsciously took two steps back. When she looked up, she saw Di Fuyi looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat and she stamped her feet: "My son is in danger. If you don't save him quickly, why are you dragging me along? Go and heal him."
(End of chapter)