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Chapter 327 Zhang Ziyan

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    Qin Lang turned around when he heard the sound and saw the saint squatting on the ground, covering her mouth and crying silently. He sighed helplessly, gathered his clothes and squatted next to her and said, "I told you he's not your son, but you don't believe it."

    "Don't cry. When I return to Datang, I will help you find out." Qin Lang coaxed her with a smile: "I am also a marquis after all, and the Yamen will give me some face, and I have a wide circle of friends."

    "When the time comes, I will ask my relatives and friends to help us search together, and we will definitely be able to find your son!"

    He thought that with his words of comfort, the saint would be in a better mood and stop crying. However, he did not expect that the saint would cry even harder, with tears pouring down from his eyes. He was at a loss what to do.  I don¡¯t know how to advise.

    After a while, the saint put away her tears and looked up at him. The love in her eyes seemed to be overflowing, which made him very uncomfortable.

    "My child, God has been kind to me after all. I've finally waited for you!" The saint touched Qin Lang's face, but what she said gave him a headache.

    Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, the saint interrupted him first: "I have experienced the mark on your body, and it does exist. You are my son!"

    "If you don't believe it, can you take a look at it if I bring you a bronze mirror?" The saint held Qin Lang's hand tightly, her eyes full of prayer.

    Qin Lang wrinkled, looked at the saint's tearful eyes, and finally nodded.

    That¡¯s fine.

    Since she insists that she has that mark on her body and insists that she is her long-lost son, let¡¯s take a look.

    Seeing him nodding, the saint stood up with joy and stumbled towards the door. Before anyone arrived, she shouted loudly: "Lanlan, hurry up! Go and get the bronze mirror."

    Hearing Huo Xunyilan's response outside, the saint returned to Qin Lang. She was so happy that she didn't know what to do, and hurriedly pulled him to sit down: "I asked Lanlan to get the bronze mirror, and you will know later.  .¡±

    Qin Lang's heart was very complicated. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only respond in silence.

    Seeing him bowing his head in silence, the saint's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

    Over the years, the person she felt most sorry for and felt most guilty for was her son.

    As soon as she was born, she returned it to her father, but she didn't stay with him for long before she lost it again.

    Although I heard that he is now the Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, he has status, power and money.

    But he never stopped talking about how he was living these years.

    However, even if you didn¡¯t hear it, you still knew that it must be very difficult for a baby who was about to be born to survive in such a war-torn year and achieve what he has achieved today.

    "You" After a long while, the saint looked at Qin Lang cautiously and asked: "How have you been doing these years?"

    "Ah?" Qin Lang, who was immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly raised his head when he heard the words. He paused and nodded when he saw the sadness, guilt, and timidity in the saint's eyes: "It's okay."

    After saying this, he fell silent again, but when he saw the saint's eyes suddenly turning red, he sighed silently.

    "My parents felt very sorry for me, and the uncle I met later was also very good to me." Qin Lang tried his best to calm down his voice, and said with a smile on his face: "Later I recognized my adoptive father, and my adoptive father and adoptive mother were very kind to me."  I am fine too."

    "I have made many loyal friends in the Tang Dynasty. Although His Majesty is a bit stingy, he is pretty good to me. He also has a fianc¨¦e and a confidante, and my life is going very smoothly."

    "Then" the saint said naa: "Have you ever complained about me?"

    "What do you blame me for?" Qin Lang asked with a smile.

    "I blame me for abandoning you." The saint moved her eyes away, not daring to look at Qin Lang, for fear of seeing disgust, hatred and resentment in his eyes.

    Qin Lang fell silent.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    After thinking about it for a while, he finally sighed and said, "I don't complain."

    After all, he had never thought that he was not his parents' child, but that his biological parents were someone else.

    Since you don¡¯t know, how can you be resentful?

    What¡¯s more, the original parent was really very kind to the original person, even if the adopted child wasn¡¯t that lively or caring.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Aren¡¯t the original parents the ones who should be blamed?

    "I raised a child for someone else, but I never enjoyed the child's filial piety for a day. Instead, I was angered to death."

    Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the saint's eyes instantly filled with tears.

    Although, she was very afraid of this childI blame her, hate her, and don't know how to make up for my past mistakes.

    But now that I heard him say that he didn¡¯t complain, I felt very sad.

    Not complaining means that you have never taken this matter to heart.

    ¡°My own child is now like a passer-by with me. It is more than sad to know that I was once abandoned by my own mother but I don¡¯t complain or hate it.

    In this case, she would rather the child hate her and blame her. At least the child still wants to recognize her and is looking forward to recognizing her as her biological mother.

    With just one word, the saint burst into tears again, and Qin Lang really felt a headache.

    Think about it, even his little fianc¨¦e Wan'er, such a weak little girl, doesn't have much time to cry, and she is very easy to coax.

    Not to mention Liu Yue and Chang Le, who have a cold nature and never take other people's words and deeds to heart. If someone makes her unhappy, she will just call them back.

    The other one is the darling daughter of heaven. Who dares to offend the nobles of Tianhuang? It¡¯s too late to support her. Who dares to suffer the injustice to her?

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The wives of the uncles around them, although they were of noble family, and were ladies of great families, but perhaps because they were married to warriors, they had cheerful personalities.

    Even my adoptive mother, who looks weak on weekdays, has a very strong personality. She rarely cries and is easy to coax.

    He has never met someone who can cry like this. He is really like a person made of water.

    "Why are you crying?" Qin Lang sighed, staring straight at the saint and saying, "Even if I have a mark on my body, it doesn't mean that I am your son, right?"

    "After all these years, can you guarantee that no one knew you had a child and no one interfered with it?"

    "Otherwise, you have returned such a good child to his father. Why did he suddenly disappear again?"

    "A few months ago, my life was quite ridiculous. I lost all my family property in casinos and made my parents angry to death, but I never received a word of resentment or said that I regretted adopting me."

    "If I were not their biological child, how could my parents never complain?"

    "Think about it for a moment. If you adopted me and it ended up like this, would you still treat me as your own child?"

    "What about the mark on your body?" The saint shook her head with tears in her eyes and said, "Even if there is some misunderstanding, the mark on my son's body was made by my own hands."

    "My child, do you resent me in your heart and don't want to recognize me, so that's why you are like this?" The saint said, covering her face and sobbing: "Even if I had no choice but to leave you behind, I did something wrong after all.  Yes, you should resent me."

    "But child, when I close my eyes these years, I see your little body covered in blood, without a trace of breath, and I am too scared to sleep for fear of falling into a nightmare."

    "I'm not willing to give up, and I don't dare to give up. I'm afraid that if I really give up looking for you, you will suddenly encounter danger and need me."

    "So, can you give me a chance to make amends?"

    Qin Lang was so breathless that he couldn't even sigh.

    "Can you please stop crying first? Wait until I see the mark."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Xunyilan came in with a bronze mirror. He saw the crying saint at a glance, frowned and looked at Qin Lang.

    Qin Lang was too lazy to pay attention to her now, but the bronze mirror in her hand drove her out again. With the saint there, Huo Xunyilan did not dare to say anything more, so she could only turn around and leave again with an expressionless face.

    Handing the bronze mirror to the saint's hand, Qin Lang lifted up his clothes behind his back. Perhaps the medicine he had just applied had not lost its effect. Sure enough, he saw a lifelike, bright red, blood-like flame-shaped mark on the left side of the sacrum.

    He put down his clothes and sighed: "So, I am really your son?"

    "My child, are you willing to recognize me?" The bronze mirror in the saint's hand fell to the ground with a clang, rolled a few times and then stopped still.

    "So, who is my biological father? What happened that made you have to leave your newborn child behind?" Qin Lang asked very calmly, his voice was calm and almost indifferent.

    Having seen the mark on her body with his own eyes, Qin Lang still had many doubts in his heart, but he also understood that this saint was probably really his mother.

    Where in this world are there so many coincidences?

    The saint's heart was hurt by Qin Lang's indifferent expression, and she said with a trembling voice: "My name is Zhang Ziyan." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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