Chapter 733

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This is life. When her lover left fourteen years ago, she leaned against the bead curtain, with a sad expression and a beautiful face, watching him go away.

Fourteen years later, her lover's brother finally found her, and the bead curtain of time rolled up again across the vast life. She brushed aside the vermilion and emerald green, already weathered by vicissitudes of life. The shy woman who was once as shy as a deer is long dead. The person sitting in the Zuiyu Tower and making all the changes is a middle-aged lady who smokes hookah and has charming eyes.

Mr. Bao Dawen didn't have so many emotions. He only had money in his eyes. He shook his fan and said with a smile: "There's no need to listen to the music. I came here to ask about someone from my mother-in-law."

The smile on the mother's face froze, and her tone became colder: "Inquiring about someone? Who are you asking about?"

The gentleman said slowly and calmly: "On the Yanbo River, in the painted boat, the fairy played the pipa slowly, and the husband listened silently as he said goodbye."

The mother-in-law's face changed after hearing the whole sentence. When he finished the whole sentence, she was completely pale, her lips were trembling, her finely slender, even mean eyebrows were twitching, and she was holding a handkerchief to her chest. After a long while, he asked tremblingly:

"W-who are you...?!"

Mr. Bao asked with a smile: "If I am not mistaken, then I have found someone for Xue Xianchang. Madam Mo, how have you been doing these past few years?"

Mrs. Mo staggered and lost her balance. She fell down on the paulownia wood stool, gasping for air. Her face turned red and white. After a while, she waved her hands to repel everyone, leaving only Mr. Bao Wenwen in the hall. She stared intently at the businessman's face, with mixed expressions of ecstasy, sadness, and all kinds of things in his eyes.

Mr. Bao asked with a calm expression. He picked up the teapot and filled her with a cup of lukewarm tea. He handed it over and said, "Take a sip of tea first."

Madam Mo held up the cup tremblingly, took a sip, and then another sip. When the tea was finished, she still sipped it several times before raising her head.

"Did Xue...Xue Lang ask you to come to me?"

Mr. Bao Dating sighed and said, "To be honest, Xue Xianjun, whom I missed so much, has passed away long ago."

"What?!"

"It's his younger brother who asked me to look for my brother's confidante. Back then, his two brothers established their own sect in the lower cultivation world and became prosperous. They are no longer the wandering alone people they once were. But that Elder Xue was busy He made great achievements in the sect, but he couldn't escape for a while. Later, he had an accident while slaying the demon, and unfortunately..."

Before Lady Mo could finish listening, she immediately covered her face and burst into tears.

After Mr. Bao asked her to persuade her for a long time, she managed to stop sobbing. The husband continued: "Before Xue Xianjun passed away, he talked to his brother about the matter of the mother-in-law. His brother has been looking for the whereabouts of the mother-in-law these years. I hope I can find you and take you back."

Madam Mo murmured that she was not confident, she grabbed Mr. Bao's hand and said, "Repeat that sentence again! I don't believe it, I don't believe it was him who died..."

This was the most important sentence in this business. Of course he knew it by heart, and immediately repeated it: "On the Yanbo River, in the painted boat, the fairy played the pipa slowly, and the husband silently listened to her farewell."

Madam Mo exclaimed in low voice, and tears instantly filled her eyes. "He, he hasn't come to me in these years, it's because, I thought... I still blame him..."

Mr. Bao inquired and sighed: "Many years have passed, Mother, please bear with me and accept the change. By the way, does Mother have a son?"

"Yes...yes, yes!" Lady Mo choked and sobbed, wiping her tears while crying, and then shouted to the Nuan Pavilion upstairs, "A-Nian, A-Nian... Mo Nian! Come on, come down!"

The door of Nuan Pavilion opened, and what came out was not Mo Nian, but a frail child.

The child was holding a pile of changes of clothes in his hands, and his thin face poked out from behind the clothes. There were some purple scars on his cheeks, and he looked timid.

Mr. Bao inquired a little hesitantly: "Is this... your son?"

"Ah, no, no," Madam Mo wiped away her tears and said, "This is the boy who sets the fire in my building."

The husband immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a comfortable smile: "Oh, that's it."

Madam Mo turned around and asked the child: "Mo Ran, where has the young master gone?"

Chapter 261 [Tianyin Pavilion] Accused and tainted

Hearing this, Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple sighed: "Amitabha, Mr. Mo is indeed not the nephew of Head Xue, what a bad fate."

Someone else reacted: "Ah... is it him?"

The monks around him asked in confusion: "What is he?"

"It's the kid I mentioned earlier who came up with the idea to put Mo Ran in a dog cage." The man said, "He's about the same age as Mo Ran, and he's the son of Madam Mo." He was thinking like this, and suddenly he was enlightened. He patted his head and said suddenly, "I understand. It turns out that you killed their mother and son and occupied the magpie's nest not because of greed, but because of hatred!"

Some people felt that this analysis made sense, and they all looked at Mo Ran with both contempt and pity.

"In that case, it makes sense."

"Alas, there must be something pitiful about hateful people."

In the midst of the discussion and sighs, Mu Yanli cleared his throat, and the surrounding area immediately became quiet.

She said: "Mr. Mo, I heard that you didn't have enough to eat all year round in Zuiyu Tower, and you were abused by nüè. My mother-in-law always hit and scolded you, right?"

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