"Lan'er, you are indeed my child, the bloodline of our Yanlong. Jiang Yi looked directly at him and said word for word, "You can disown me, but you can't deny the facts." ”

Qinglan's whole body stiffened, and he stood there in a panic, hissing, "That...... So what? What if I'm Yanlong? What if I'm born to you? You checked my background and tried everything you can to prove this, what the hell ...... What do you want?"

Jiang Yi smiled sadly, her beautiful eyes were full of thousands of years of sadness and resentment, "What do I want? I have been looking for my child for more than 2,000 years, and I have not missed him for a moment day and night, and I have prayed to the heavens countless times that I am willing to sacrifice my 10,000 years of life in exchange for him calling me a mother's ......."

"Hehe, I see him standing in front of me now, as heroic and majestic as his father. She looked at him, and her voice was mournful, like all mothers who are helpless about their children, and laughed at herself: "Lan'er, what do you say I want?"

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The young man in front of him had all collapsed, he staggered, lost his soul, and fell to his knees.

Why her? This graceful and arrogant woman, this woman who did not even dare to raise her head or look at when everyone worshipped, was actually his mother?

It turns out that he is the illegitimate son of the queen of heaven.

Hehe...... It's really ironic.

He grew up with Ah Xiang and Ah Mo, and none of them had a mother. Sister Axiang's mother has passed away, and Mo has never even met her. But he knew that his mother might still be alive, and maybe one day they would have the chance to know each other.

He secretly fantasized many times about his mother's appearance, beautiful, capable, and able to cook all kinds of snacks that he loved to eat......

He also made up all kinds of reasons for his mother to leave him, maybe because of war, maybe because of poverty, maybe just because of an negligence, which led to him being abducted as an infant, and his mother was looking for him, so anxious that she washed her face with tears every day......

But he never thought that his mother would be the high-flying queen of heaven - the mother who was the most affectionate in his heart!

"Why ......" Qinglan knelt on the ground, his fingers smashing the granite and cracking fine lines.

He hung his head and roared, unable to see the expression on his face, but could hear a suppressed growl coming from his throat.

"For ...... Miscellaneous...... ......"

"Lan'er, Lan'er......" She choked up and leaned down, trying to reach out and stroke his long hair that was scattered at the sides. Seeing that he did not strongly refuse, he slowly touched his cheek little by little.

"I'm sorry, Lan'er. Her hands trembled, "Mother didn't protect you." Hehe...... Queen of Heaven, Queen of Heaven Niangniang......" Her laughter was bitter and piercing, "Others think I am so beautiful, but I can't even protect my own son, hehehe......"

He raised his head and saw the weak and piercing tears on her delicate face, and saw the long-awaited licking affection in her cold eyebrows, his heart softened suddenly, and the spikes around his body shrank back.

He suddenly felt that this woman, who was called the Queen of Heaven, was actually very pitiful, she was no different from himself, but one half circle and another half circle—he had been looking for more than two thousand years.

The reunion had come too late, how could he push it away again?

After all, he is too tender, too soft-hearted, and too simple.

He has never experienced the tempering of feelings, nor does he understand the disguise of the human heart. He is her opponent, measured rhythm, just right, half emotional, half skillful.

Seeing her crying and laughing in front of her, it seemed like crazy. He finally spoke, his voice dry, "Mother......"

"It's called Mother," she said with tears on her face, but she smiled with tears, "Lan'er, Mother told you about your father." ”

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Xuanyuan Xuan had been waiting for most of the hour. The palace maid of Yunxiu Palace brewed a new frozen top oolong for him, and the tea was already cold, but he still didn't drink it.

He and the queen have been separated for many years and have no relationship. In fact, there was no affection between them.

He married her in order to use Yanlong's forces to suppress those vassal countries that he was not able to settle with. She married him so that her eldest brother could get involved in the political situation of Heavenly Court.

The marriage of the two sides is better to say that it is an alliance, and they have already weighed their respective interests carefully and carefully, so that they can take what they need, and the silver and goods will be lost.

Therefore, he has nothing to hope for her, let alone disappointed. She did the same to him.

They gave birth to a son, and they had an explanation for this marriage, but they both saw each other's shadows in the child, and they really couldn't love each other.

Hehe, Ah Mo is right, only in the Nine Heavens can there be such a wonderful husband and wife, a wonderful family.

In fact, the Emperor of Heaven has never set foot in Yunxiu Palace, he will come to visit the Queen of Heaven at a fixed time, but basically in the main hall respectfully, sit down, drink a cup of tea, ask for warmth, let people say that he is a husband and dutiful, praise the Emperor and Queen of Heaven for mutual affection, Qin Se and Ming, and walk while the task is completed.

But today, he entered the queen of heaven's bedroom, and the maidservants said that the queen of heaven was not there, so he smiled and drove all the palace maids out.

All he wanted was her absence.

He just wants to see, Jiang Yi, what are you hiding from me?

He had long begun to suspect that from the time of Xuan'er's wedding, from the first time she saw the young Canglong, he felt that something was wrong with her.

Jiang Yi's personality has always been cold. He didn't know what she was, but since she married to the Nine Heavens, she was actually indifferent to everything.

Not only does she have no feelings for him, but she can be said to have no feelings for anyone.

Even for her own son, she didn't pay much attention to him. Chen'er will become what she is now, in fact, it is also the result of her laissez-faire teaching.

But how can a person be completely emotionless?

Unless her feelings have already been pinned on someone, something, firmly wrapped and buried deep in her heart.

When she looked at the young man, Xuanyuan found that for the first time, the ice in her beautiful and waveless eyes began to melt layer by layer, and even sparks were clearly beating.

Xuanyuan is not a jealous man, not to mention that he has no feelings for her.

He just thought it was strange that the young man should be about the same age as Jing'er. When he was born, Jiang Yi should have just married.

They almost never meet each other, so what does it matter?

But Jiang Yi, who has always been indifferent, came forward to speak for him, and would rather let his own son Chenhua drink the big dream Sansheng than ask him to drink more. Seeing that he was a little drunk, she obviously revealed that she was distressed.

That expression is quite interesting, not only distressed, but also many complex emotions in it, full of surprise, guilt, remorse, worry, relief, pain, and even pride......

It's like it's been suppressed for thousands of years, and the whole thing has been packed together, and now the seal has been accidentally torn open, and all the drops have rolled out, and each drop has healed a thousand pounds.

Her subordinates reported to him, saying that after the wedding banquet, she often went to the military department to watch the soldiers practice, sat all day, and even privately allocated a lot of military funds and military salaries, all of which Jinghua had not submitted for approval for a long time.

After Jinghua left, it was true that Chenhua took over the military department, but Xuanyuan Xuan never believed that she would suddenly care about the affairs of the military department for the sake of this little son.

In the past thousand years, Jiang Chiyu has no longer concealed his wolf ambitions, and has also taken care of Jiang Yi several times to pay attention to the military strength of the Heavenly Court.

But Jiang Yi didn't take it to heart, she still went her own way, except for breaking up Jinghua and Xuan Yao and giving Jinghua a fatal blow, she didn't seem to be doing a good job.

Not only was she not enthusiastic about the war provoked by Yanlong, but she also seemed to be disgusted.

Xuanyuan walked around her dormitory, and found nothing special. He pondered for a moment, moved his gaze to her couch, and suddenly lifted the bed Zhihan Lantian Jinsi quilt, stunned.

Under the quilt is a set of baby clothes and pants neatly folded.

The sewing man doesn't seem to be good at this, the stitches are rough, and the two trouser legs are not the same length, so it is obvious that he can't wear them.

And the material of this suit is even more strange, although it is old and looks very old, it is still obvious that it is made of other clothes, and there are still stitches left on the original clothes when they were removed.

The corners of Xuanyuan Xuan's mouth showed a subtle sneer.

Jiang Yi, what are you trying to hide from me?

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The Devil's Triangle is still turbulent, dark all year round, and inaccessible. Ah Mo asked Jinghua to lean against a flat boulder and called him softly, "Jinghua, wake up, we're here." ”

Jing Hua's eyelashes trembled slightly, like two tired butterflies struggling to shake their wings, and slowly opened their eyes, "Momo?"

He seemed to be in a trance for a moment, unable to tell when and where, and after a while, his eyes focused on her face, smiled, and said in a very soft voice: "Yes...... Have you arrived?"

"Well, here it is. What do you think?" she said softly, holding his cold hand, rubbing it back and forth.

Her face was dirty, her hair was messy, and she had a mustache on her head, and several strands of hair fell out, and bits and pieces were draped on the sides of her cheeks, one black and one white. Her white and tender little hands became rough, and there were several shallow wounds on the palms, which had been scraped by the rough reef when she had crossed the strait earlier.

He smiled, raised his hand, helped her smooth her hair behind her ears, wiped the dirt from her face out of nowhere, coughed lowly, and smiled, "Tired, don't worry, I ...... I am fine. ”

"Not tired. She smiled too.