"...This is too much like a legend." Mr. Xi said after being stunned for a long time.
The old lady smiled: "Don't think too much. If these are all fake, it's just that they want to give themselves a good background.
Not to mention witch doctors, even ordinary people with no skills will beautify their ancestors and increase their worth when writing genealogy."
Mr. Xi was immediately relieved: "Mom, you are still transparent. So there is no need to listen to the origins of the witch doctors. Just know that they are powerful."
The old lady nodded: "That's exactly what I said."
"Mom, I don't think witches are that kind. They can restore vitality, but they can also take away vitality, isn't that true?" Mr. Xi Er asked.
When the old lady heard this, she was suddenly stunned.
After her son left, she was silent for a long time, then suddenly shook her head and smiled.
She was confused for decades.
The witch in Xi Lanting's words is simply the embodiment of beauty and purity. He is not describing the witch, he is praising the witch.
So when the old lady heard the word "witch doctor", she subconsciously thought she was a saint.
It wasn't until her second son's words gave her an enlightenment.
Any living being has good and evil, and it is impossible for gods and witches to exist without them.
If Yunqiao is really a descendant of a magical witch, how could Xi Lanting not have an affair with her? - How could he praise her ancestors so well without an affair?
Second Master Xi returned to the second room, and his wife asked him if he had heard anything. Second Master Xi was very serious: "Don't provoke Yun Qiao in the future. Don't ask too many questions, just remember my words."
Second lady: "..."
She was very unhappy, but she didn't dare to argue with the second master, so she had to endure it.
In the fourth room, the servants were also very shocked. When serving breakfast in the morning, they were very attentive to Yun Qiao.
The second eldest brother, Xi Wenzhan, once again showed his kindness to Yun Qiao: "Uncle, I take good care of you."
Yun Qiao was in a good mood when he saw Uncle Qi, and nodded: "I told you, I saved the lives of the governors, so they naturally treat me well."
The boy Mu Qiang and Xi Wenzhan felt that Yun Qiao was more powerful than his parents and eldest sister Xi Wenlan, so he naturally favored her: "Sister, how did you save him?"
The word "sister" made several people at the dinner table look at him, including Xi Wenlan.
Xi Wenlan felt an unspeakable sourness in her heart.
For a year, she subtly taught her that Yun Qiao was harmful to the fourth family, but her younger brother still called her "Sister".
Du Xueru and Fourth Master Xi were simply surprised.
Yun Qiao felt inexplicably weak when she was called "Sister". When she came to her senses, she felt that she was quite worthless. Many people called her "Sister", so there was nothing worth mentioning.
However, she could see Xi Wenzhan's kindness, so she answered him nicely: "You are not a medical student, so you won't understand some simple medical skills."
"Do you know how to heal?" The person who asked was Fourth Master Xi.
"I don't know the secret recipe from my hometown," Yun Qiao said.
She was indeed not lying.
Yun Qiao's medical skills are indeed the "secret spell" given to her by her grandmother, which can be regarded as a secret recipe.
Fourth Master Xi: "..."
"This is all nonsense." Du Xueru listened for a while but didn't understand.
The youngest brother, Xi Wenluo, also joined us: "Sister, let's go play with the train later."
During the Chinese New Year, Fourth Master Xi’s subordinates gave him a small train toy, and the children liked it very much.
Xi Wenluo is the bloodline of Du Xueru, and he is Yun Qiao's aunt and cousin.
Only the boss, Xi Wenqing, snorted coldly.
Xi Wenqing was still quite awkward. He wanted to get close to Yun Qiao, but he didn't want to be humble. His classmates showed off how beautiful his sister was, but Xi Wenqing really didn't like it.
If his classmates had ever seen Yun Qiao, they would adore him to death!
Compared with Yun Qiao, his classmate's sister is simply a weed, not even a delicate flower. Yun Qiao's beauty can make others pale in comparison.
"It would be great if she were my sister." Xi Wenqing thought, and then he was frustrated, "She is my sister... so annoying!"
This upset him more than not being his sister.
He couldn't bring himself to get close to Yun Qiao anyway.