Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

The next morning.

Guo Fu slowly woke up and subconsciously reached out to touch the person beside her.

It's warm, and there are people there.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look.

Yang Guo was lying on his side next to her, one hand behind his head and the other on her waist, breathing evenly and fast asleep.

A smile slowly crept onto Guo Fu's lips.

These days, every morning when I wake up, Brother Yang is not by my side.

She always felt a little regretful.

She turned slightly to the side and looked closely at his face.

He looked much gentler when he was asleep than when he was awake, losing his sharpness and gaining a touch of youthful energy.

Guo Fu was increasingly delighted with his appearance and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his cheek.

The moment I touched it, my wrist was grabbed.

Yang Guo opened his eyes, a smile in them: "Sister Fu is awake?"

Guo Fu blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.

"Spying on me?" Yang Guo rolled over and pinned her beneath him, looking down at her. "Is it pretty?"

Guo Fu's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she whispered, "Who...who was peeking at you..."

Yang Guo chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Guo Fu was a little shy at first, but she quickly relaxed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded enthusiastically.

The curtains had fallen at some point, obscuring the spring light that filled the room.

……

After a long while, Guo Fu leaned softly against Yang Guo's chest.

She traced circles on his chest with her finger and whispered, "Brother Yang, why didn't you leave today?"

Yang Guo grasped her mischievous hand and laughed, "What? Does Sister Fu not want me here?"

"No, no!" Guo Fu quickly said, "I... I like to see you as soon as I wake up."

Yang Guo's heart softened, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "Then I will try to spend more time with Fu-mei from now on."

Guo Fu smiled, her eyes crinkling, and snuggled closer to him.

The two lingered for a few more moments before getting up to wash up.

At Chenshi (7-9 AM), Yang Guo and Guo Fu got ready and went out together.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I was met by several servants.

When the servants saw that it was Yang Guo, their eyes lit up, and they all stepped forward to bow.

"Good morning, Young Master Yang!"

"Young Master Yang, you worked hard last night!"

"Young Master Yang is truly a peerless hero!"

Guo Fu was completely confused and was about to ask when another servant came over, his face full of admiration:

"Young Master Yang, I heard that last night you went to the Mongol camp again and stole Kublai Khan's royal banner, and even set fire to dozens of their tents? That's amazing!"

"Indeed! Young Master Yang has twice single-handedly stormed enemy camps and succeeded both times. Such skill is rare indeed!"

Guo Fu was stunned.

She turned to look at Yang Guo, her eyes filled with shock: "Brother Yang, you...you went to steal the flag last night?"

Yang Guo touched his nose and gave an embarrassed smile.

Guo Fu's eyes widened: "Didn't you say... the Old Rascal only asked you for a small favor?"

Yang Guo coughed lightly, about to explain, when Guo Fu suddenly pounced on him, grabbed his arm, and looked him up and down:

"Are you hurt? Were you hurt by those bad guys? You just recovered from your injuries, why did you go on another risky adventure!"

Yang Guo took her hand and smiled, "Don't worry, Sister Fu, I'm fine."

"Are you alright?" Guo Fu didn't believe him and looked at him more closely. "Are you really alright?"

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Didn't you try this morning to see if there was anything wrong with me? What, did my performance this morning not satisfy Fu-mei?"

Guo Fu's face instantly turned bright red, and she punched him hard: "You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

Yang Guo laughed heartily.

Guo Fu blushed, but couldn't help but laugh.

She hugged his arm and whispered, "Brother Yang, you're amazing. But... don't do that again, it worries me."

Yang Guo nodded and said seriously, "Okay, I'll listen to Sister Fu."

Guo Fu was finally satisfied, but then suddenly remembered something and said, "Brother Yang, where's that royal flag? I want to see it!"

Yang Guo was taken aback: "Why are you looking at that?"

Guo Fu bit her lip, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes: "That day I was captured by them and tied to a wooden stake. That Golden Wheel Monk even pointed a flagpole at me... I want revenge!"

Yang Guo understood and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll take you there."

……

When Yang Guo and Guo Fu arrived at the study, Guo Jing was handling official business.

Seeing the two enter, he looked up, a smile spreading across his face: "Guo'er, Fu'er, what brings you here?"

Guo Fu stepped forward and said, "Father, where is that royal flag? I want to see it."

Guo Jing was taken aback: "Why are you looking at that?"

Guo Fu pouted, "I want revenge! They captured me that day and tied me to a wooden stake; I still get angry just thinking about it!"

Guo Jing chuckled, shook his head, took the dark blue royal banner from the shelf beside him, and handed it to her:

"Be careful, this flag is a trophy, we'll have to hang it on the city wall to show everyone later."

Guo Fu took the royal flag and unfolded it to take a look.

The entire flag was about half a person's height, made of thick silk, and was indeed impressive.

Looking at the ferocious wolf head, Guo Fu recalled the fear and humiliation of being tied to the wooden stake that day, and a surge of anger welled up in her heart.

She threw the flag on the ground and stepped on it!

"I'll let you tie me up!"

"You scared me!"

"Let you be so smug!"

She stomped and cursed as she did so, her footwork showing no mercy.

The majestic Mongolian royal banner was quickly covered in dust and footprints at her feet.

Yang Guo watched from the side, a smile appearing on his lips.

Guo Jing shook his head, but did not stop him.

Guo Fu stomped on it enough, kicked it a few more times, and then stopped, finally feeling relieved.

She looked at the filthy royal flag on the ground, clapped her hands, and let out a long sigh: "Okay, I feel better!"

Yang Guo stepped forward, picked up the royal flag, shook off the dust, and handed it to Guo Jing: "Uncle Guo, this flag..."

Guo Jing took it, looked at the footprints on it, and laughed, "It's alright. It's good to let those Mongols see that their royal banner is being trampled underfoot by women from our Great Song Dynasty."

Guo Fu was delighted to hear this, took Yang Guo's arm, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

Yang Guo looked down at her, his eyes full of doting affection.