Qinglan was startled, and was about to ask her where she found out, but he heard Jiang Yi say something even more terrifying.

"You have a birthmark the size of a thumb under your right arm," she said softly, but like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, "crimson, the shape of a mountain." ”

"You ......" he was so embarrassed and indignant that he couldn't help jumping up and shouting, "How did you know!"

This birthmark, except for the father, almost no one knows it.

When he was a child, he also asked what this was, and his father didn't know, but smiled and said that he was born like this, and there were mountains under his arms, perhaps to show that he was the order of the emperor and general, and he would hold the country in his hands and be in charge of the world.

He didn't care what he was in charge of, he didn't like the red color, he thought it was too feminine, but he didn't dare to use magic to destroy the birthmark. He was an orphan, and although his father treated him as his own, he always had a hope in his heart that he might one day recognize his biological parents. Since this birthmark is born, it is better to keep it as a mark.

Later, as I grew up, this idea was forgotten day by day. But he never imagined that one day, the queen of heaven would reveal this secret in front of her! Who was she? How could she possibly know!

Jiang Yi smiled sadly, "That's a good question, how would I know?"

She looked at him, her eyes were sad, and Qing Lan had a moment of illusion, the person in front of her was no longer the high-minded, ruthless and glamorous diva, but just an ordinary poor woman.

"Qinglan, that piece is not a birthmark, I branded it with a spell. "Because you're my son." It is printed in the shape of a mountain because your father's single name has the character 'Lan'. ”

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"Jinghua, can you still hold on? We have entered the Atlantic Ocean, and we will be able to reach the Buddha Strait this evening, and we will be able to arrive early tomorrow morning by taking advantage of the southeast monsoon. Ah Mo didn't know whether to cheer him or herself.

Jinghua smiled weakly and nodded slightly.

It's only been a few days, and he's already had two seizures in a row. There was not much spiritual power left, so that the interval between each attack was shorter and shorter, and the symptoms at the time of the attack were even more terrifying, and for a moment it was almost completely suffocated, which scared Ah Mo away. Fortunately, Ah Mo kept pressing on his heart, which stimulated him to slowly resume his beat.

He could no longer swim with her, play in the water, and have little strength to accompany her to chase fish in the corals, as he had done the other day. Wuyazi's medicine has basically not worked, and the last time he had an attack, even if he took it, he didn't get any better, so he could only stiffen up.

But on the contrary, he became more talkative, and liked to quarrel with her and tell all kinds of jokes to make fun.

He wasn't good at it, but he didn't want her to look at him with that worried look compared to the pain on his body, so he tried to cheer himself up, forcing himself to eat a little more at every meal, and smile brighter, so that she didn't have to worry.

"I'm fine, Momo. He smiled and said, "You women just worry too much, but I've been in the water for a long time and I'm a little dizzy." ”

His voice was soft, and his voice was light and breezy. It was so dark that he could barely see her face.

"I've never worried about you," Ah Mo immediately retorted loudly, "I just regret that my chariot was left in the academy and not brought out, that little chariot is running fast, I really should let you sit on it and see it!"

Jinghua chuckled. Since last night, his legs have been completely weak, and it is difficult to even lift them up, he knows that this is due to frequent heart attacks that cause blood circulation in his legs to be blocked, and if he continues like this, he may be paralyzed all over.

He lightly tapped her forehead and said with a smile: "It's only been a day since you carried me, and you just complained so much, and you still said that you should not give up?"

"You can't blame me!" Ah Mo defended himself loudly, "I didn't expect you to look thin and carry so heavy on your back!

"It's better for my bones to be heavy than to be lighter. Jinghua smiled, coughed twice, and said softly: "Momo, you bear with me, when I marry you in the future, I will definitely carry you around the Thirty-six Heavens and Four Holy Realms for ninety-nine laps, you ...... It's still earned. ”

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Ah Mo's heart was sour, tears seemed to be falling, and he quickly stroked his nose with his hand, and said loudly: "Who said that I would marry you, you are so proud? I am still young, and I need a few more handsome teenagers to decide, haven't you heard that people are not romantic teenagers? Besides, what's the good thing about marrying? If you get married, you have to stay at home, serve your husband, and take care of your children, so I don't want to live this kind of mother-in-law and mother's life." I have long thought about making a big career, just like the ancient Yinlong, painting the ground with the tail and saving the people from fire and water...... Jinghua, did you hear that? Jinghua......"

He leaned limply on her shoulder, his eyes closed, and there was no response. She hurried to probe his breath, his breathing was weak and rapid, but there was still him, he must have just passed out.

Okay, just let him sleep for a while. Ah Mo kissed him lightly on the cheek, he was so tired, in order not to worry about himself, he kept talking to himself, pretending not to care. In fact, he should have been unable to hold it for a long time.

She only smiled slightly, and tears began to fall.

Now that you're asleep, I can always cry for a while. Really, with you, even I have become so pretending, I wanted to cry early in the morning, but I have survived until now, you are really annoying.

Well, I'll let you sleep for a while. She hugged him, gently pressed her forehead against his, and said to herself: "Jinghua, we will be able to find Granny Yuan soon, I have a hunch that she must be that Miaohuazi, and she will definitely be able to cure you." My hunch is accurate, can you believe me?"

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Qinglan wondered if he was caught in a dream obstacle to hear such a ridiculous and incredible thing.

He stood in place and was stunned for a while, his face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice to Jiang Yi: "I don't know where you found out about my background, and I don't know what you want to say this to me, but ......"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "I won't believe a word of what you say. Tianhou Niangniang, although Qinglan is Canglong, but since she is entrusted by His Royal Highness to serve as an official in the Ministry of War, she should be loyal to her duties and do what I should do. The war is imminent, Niangniang and Qinglan are both sensitive, and they should not meet in private again in the future, so as not to be misunderstood and shake the hearts of the army. ”

Jiang Yi smiled slightly, met his gaze, and said gently: "After many years, I know that you will not recognize me as a mother so easily." You keep saying that you are a dragon, but you should also know that you are not, right?"

She is not an ordinary woman after all, although she is eager to recognize this son, although Qinglan's attitude chokes her blood and blood, she still does not mess up.

She abandoned him and made him an orphan for more than 2,000 years, not just talking about his birthday here, citing his unknown secrets, you can exchange his sincerity, let him hold her and cry bitterly, and call out mother.

She needs more evidence, slowly convinces him, needs to move him with true feelings, so that he can also understand the involuntary hardships when she was forced to abandon him, and clarify the thoughts she has missed him day and night for a long time, so that he can sympathize with her, understand her, and accept her.

She looked at him and said slowly, "You have lived in the Canglong clan since you were a child, don't you know that you are different from them?"

Qinglan was speechless.

He is indeed different from ordinary Canglong, he has been since he was a child.

When transformed into a human form, it is not too obvious. However, the physique is extraordinarily taller, and the eyebrows are deeper and more rugged. But as soon as the true body is revealed, it is very visible.

The dragon is the horn of Merlot, with a round snout like a lion, fine teeth, short limbs, and small claws like a hook. But he is a reindeer horn, extraordinarily flamboyant, with a pointed and slender snout, fangs on both sides, thick and stocky limbs, sharp claws, and a much more fierce and hideous appearance alone.

When he was young, he didn't think that sometimes he was playing with his friends, and everyone showed their real bodies together, and a few little dragons swam in the rivers, lakes and seas, chasing and playing willfully. But as soon as his companions saw his true form, they looked at him with horror, and the timid even cried on the spot.

Because he was the prince of Canglong, everyone didn't dare to say anything, but the suspicious look in his eyes was understandable to everyone.

He also went to ask his father why his real body was different from the others.

The father just smiled and said that he was the face of a king, and he was clothed in the dignity of one person under ten thousand people in the West Sea, which was naturally not the same as those mediocre people.

He asked why he was not the same as his father, who was still early in adulthood, but was already about the same height as his father.

My father took his hand and said with a smile, the so-called blue is better than blue, I named you Qinglan, and I also hope that you can have greater achievements and surpass your father as soon as possible.

Later, as he grew up, he naturally understood that the explanation given to him by his father was untenable. But from those words, he read a father's love and tolerance.

He was not his own child, but his father had always taught him carefully, regarded him as his own, and even knew that he was different, and never discriminated against him.

So what does it matter if he is a dragon or not?

Anyway, no matter where he came from, he recognized this father. He is a dragon, and he is also a dragon. He is the Father, he is the Son.

It's just that if it is not a last resort, he will never reveal his true identity in public.