Article 722

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Some people were surprised: "Huh? Do you have such a powerful ability?"

"Tong Tian has no ability, it's just a coincidence."

People looked at each other, with some suspicion on each other's faces: "How could such a coincidence happen? The city lord of Rufeng Sect usually rarely shows up in public."

"They really rarely show up..." There was a gloomy look on Mo Ran's face, "However, when the wedding is over and the child is one month old, the Confucian Fengmen will have a banquet and accept congratulations on the tower. Isn't it?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this: "Did the letter that Nangong Yan received originally urge him to go back and get married?"

Someone else recalled: "Ah, now that I think about it, Nangong Yan's wife seems to be the daughter of a rich man. Could it be that he was helpless, so he left the singer with whom he was in love and went back to be with that girl? A girl from a rich family must be getting married..."

Mo Ran's expression was extremely indifferent: "I was not forced to do anything. It was not to go back to get married. The mysterious letter he received at the beginning was actually a piece of good news - it was the head of the Confucianism Sect who told him that his wife was about to give birth. He goes back to stay with me."

At this time, even Xue Zhengyong, who had been silent, changed his expression. He said: "So when Nangong Yan was playing in Xiangtan, he was actually a married man?!"

"Well." Mo Ran lowered his eyes, and it was really difficult for him. Now that such a thing is being talked about, there is no look of too much pain on his face. He said calmly, "Nangong Yan is because his wife is pregnant and his health is not good. It is easy to have a miscarriage, so he went out to relax. He met my mother and fell in love with her, so he lied that he had never been married to win my mother's favor. "

Some people stomped their feet angrily and said: "This is really worse than an animal!"

"My wife at home is pregnant, but I went out to travel around the mountains and rivers, and even gave birth to a child outside. Alas."

"This Yihan is also very unlucky. Can Nangong Yan recognize her?"

The answer is self-evident. Everyone was furious and indignant, and the eyes they cast on Mo Ran were a little more pity. But Mo Ran didn't care so much about what others thought of him. He just continued to talk about his mother's experience.

He had been carrying a secret for two lifetimes, and this was the first time he openly told it. Despite the pain, he also felt somewhat relieved.

Mo Ran said: "At that time, there was a large banquet in Linyi to celebrate the birth of Lin'er, the master of Rufengmen City. My mother came to the corner tower of the Ninth City and saw that on the corner tower with red ribbons, Nangong Yan hugged his wife and children, looking down. The people paid their respects and threw lucky cakes. My mother... didn't go to see him again. She had used up all her remaining money at that time, and couldn't even pay for the pass back to Hunan. After more than half a year, she was in Linyi. I was born in an abandoned woodshed.”

Jiang Xi asked: "Did you go back to Xiangtan Zuiyu Tower later?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "When I was born, my health was very poor. I got sick less than a month old and was unable to travel. In order to treat me, she begged all the doctors in the city's medical clinics, but no one was willing to help her... She had no choice but to finally hold me in her arms, find a way to enter the Confucianism Sect, and find Nangong Yan."

That year, the frail mother appeared in front of her lover, covered with travel dust, holding a newborn baby that was as small as a kitten.

The man had no joy, only endless shock and fear, and even anger.

He has a lovely wife and a childish child. His wife is the daughter of a well-known and promising family. The son he gave birth to is white, plump and cute, and his family is harmonious and happy. Duan Yihan is a piece of rat shit in his eyes. He wants to ruin his good reputation and ruin his reputation. Let him reunite his family.

She has no good intentions.

Why should he recognize them?

Afraid that she would make things worse, Nangong Yan gave her enough money and asked her to take the child and get out of Rufengmen. Duan Yihan held on to his last hope and said with tears: "The child hasn't been named yet, can you?" cannot……"

He glared angrily, his face as green as iron: "Get out! Get out! This is not my child, don't be shameless, get out!"

She was roughly pushed out the door.

There was no time to be sad. The baby in her arms even cried so weakly, and her hands and feet were cold, curling up in her arms like a dying cat.

When she called him, he opened a sliver of dark eyes and looked at her confusedly. He was not naughty at all, he was very obedient and quiet.

She held back tears and carried him to the hospital.

The doctor in the medical center yelled at her: "I've told you so many times, our place is not Jishitang, how can we treat your child for free? If you don't have money -"

She hurriedly took out the stinky coins that Nangong Yan had given her, and was in a hurry, for fear that others would scare the young son in her arms.

Her eyes flashed with panic, and she kept bowing her head: "Rich people, doctors, rich people. Please do good and save my child. Look, he, he is still so young..."

The medical clinic was not completely unkind, but it was just that she was annoyed by this woman, and the medicinal herbs used to treat children were not cheap, so they rejected her so rudely. Now that the woman can pay enough money, their attitude has improved again.

Herbal medicine, acupuncture.

He was too sick and had to stay in a hospital. Mo Ran's condition went up and down, and it took several months before he finally recovered. At this time, Duan Yihan didn't have much money left on his body. She thanked the doctor, hugged the child and left. Seeing that winter was coming, she was afraid that her son would be frozen again, so she went to cut a small coat and a small quilt.

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