Pei Yuanhao looked down at Wei Ningyuan, and the corner of his mouth raised a little curve: "The concubine, he is the son I have found for you."

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhao Shuyuan’s soul is out of her body.

Her whole mind seemed to be worn by an invisible thread, which was all led to Wei Ningyuan's body. Her hands were constantly trembling in the air, and her eyes were fixedly looking at the thin and handsome man, as if she was about to pounce on him at any time, and she seemed to be afraid that this was a dream. As long as she moved, everything would disappear.

She said tremblingly, "My son...my son..."

Wei Ningyuan slowly turned around and looked at her.

Compared to Zhao Shuyuan who was excited, he seemed much calmer. Perhaps it was because he could always control himself well, so that his emotions would not be too exposed at any time. But at this moment, it was the first time in many years that I knew him that he was panic and helpless in his warm eyes. Although he could still control himself, I clearly saw that the hand in his cuff was already trembling.

He frowned slightly and looked at the woman up and down. After a long time, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

But there was a faint flash of light in those eyes.

He stood there, motionless, as if he was waiting for something.

Pei Yuanhao said slowly: "Ningyuan, this is your mother - Concubine Zhao. Why don't you pay homage to your mother?"

Wei Ningyuan finally took a deep breath, stepped forward, and raised his hands high: "Caomin... Er, Erchen..." He seemed to be unable to find his identity, and at this moment he completely exposed his panic. Finally, he could only kneel down and bow down with a plop: "Gourmet to the concubine."

When he knelt down, Zhao Shuyuan could no longer hold on, and she also knelt in front of him with a pounce, almost pounced over and hugged Wei Ningyuan: "My son!"

She hugged the man in front of her hard, and a sad cry rang out. She had known that she had been separated for decades of mother and son, and she could also imagine how this scene would be. But when I actually heard the heart-wrenching cry of the old woman, my eyes could not help but wet.

I understand the pain of separation between mother and son, which is heartbroken.

Wei Ningyuan seemed to be a little helpless, but when he was held in his arms by Zhao Shuyuan, his stiff body slowly softened. He raised his thin arms and gently stroked Zhao Shuyuan's back, and said softly: "Mother..."

After this call, Zhao Shuyuan even made a sad voice.

The thin arm was obviously fragile, but at this moment he firmly hugged Wei Ningyuan tightly, as if he was afraid that he would let go again, and the sky would be separated for decades. Her tears were like rain, and soon she wet a large area of ​​Wei Ningyuan's clothes on her shoulders.

At this time, the people around them all bowed their heads one after another. Although everyone was not very clear about the whole story of this incident, they were heartbroken to see such a white old woman holding her son who had been separated for many years. This kind of human tragedy also made them feel heartbroken. The women kneeling in front couldn't help crying.

I sniffed, turned my head and saw Qinghan beside me staring blankly in front of me, and a tear suddenly slid down from his silver-gray cold mask.

With a click, it landed on the back of my hand.

Tears are hot.

I subconsciously raised my head and looked at him: "Qinghan?"

He was shocked suddenly, as if I was suddenly awakened from my dream. He turned his head to look at me, and realized that he had just cried and hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but I grabbed his wrist: "What's wrong with you?"

He became more embarrassed and turned his head to avoid my sight, wiped his face with his arm on the other side and wiped away the tears.

I said, "Qinghan..."

He coughed twice and cleared his throat before turning his head, chuckled, "I don't know what's wrong, I see this scene-"

“…”

"However, after being separated for so many years, I can still find my relatives... I am so happy for the concubine."

As he said that, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I have always known that he is kind-hearted. Even though he lived such a hard life in the fishing village, he would give all his help, and even help the crazy Queen Yin I met on the road. However, I have never seen him cry like this.

Thinking of this, I turned around and looked at the mother and son who had already cried.

Even if Wei Ningyuan tried his best to hold on, his eyes could not help but turn red, tears filled his eyes, and Zhao Shuyuan cried heartbrokenly. I was even worried that her age and such a body could not afford such great sorrow and joy. Pei Yuanhao was still standing in the golden car, and there was not much sadness and joy on his face. He was more like a god overlooking the world, watching the joys and sorrows of the world.

A little doubt suddenly popped up in my heart.

How did he confirm that the Fourth Prince belongs to Wei Ningyuan?

When I was in Taiyuan, I told him about this. Although he was furious, he did not do anything to me and Qinghan due to the overall situation. He just asked me to write a book to Wei Ningyuan and asked him to meet him in Xi'an Prefecture. He also said, "Who is the real fourth son, he will know at a glance."

Could it be that you can tell at a glance?

I subconsciously glanced at Wei Ningyuan again... I have known this person for more than ten years. He has a handsome appearance, but I have never found anything similar to Pei Yuanhao and Pei Ji in his appearance.

Qinghan... He didn't.

Speaking of which, even Pei Yuanhao himself is not like his father, and Huang Tianba, who is far away on the grassland, looks more like his uncle Iron-faced King. It can be seen that it is really not a good idea to identify it in terms of appearance.

Pei Yuanhao, he...

I was thinking that Pei Yuanhao had already winked at Eunuch Yu who was standing aside and wiping tears secretly. Eunuch Yu hurriedly stepped forward to support Concubine Zhao's arm and comforted him: "Tongfei, it's a happy event to find someone back. Why are you crying instead? The emperor is still with you."

After tears indulging in love for a while, Concubine Zhao finally regained a little rationality, slowly raised her head to look at Pei Yuanhao, then let go of her hand, but she still grabbed one of Wei Ningyuan's hand, turned around and knelt down at Pei Yuanhao: "Thank you, Master! Thank you!"

Wei Ningyuan also knelt on the ground with her and kowtowed to the emperor.

Pei Yuanhao smiled and said, "Ningyuan once worked in Yangzhou in the past and devoted himself to his work. He is my loyal minister. Today, he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his hometown, which is a great thing."
Chapter completed!