The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

What do you mean it's not here anymore? Yu Wan looked at the mountainous scenery outside the window, Aren't all the people living here are ghost people?

Yes, but... Qiu Bing hesitated to speak, his expression was a bit indescribable.

Although Qingyan and Yuegou are native clan members, they don't seem to know much about the clan's past, so when Grandma said the real ghost clan is no longer here, they were more surprised than Yu Wan.

Shura was sitting on a chair drinking goat milk, and beside him was a man who was also holding a small milk bottle. This was Shura's new younger brother—the real king of ghosts.

The two drank murmurs, turning a deaf ear to what Grandma said.

Qiu Bing looked at the ghost king who fell into a fool with a complicated expression, and sighed: This matter has to start with the Sikong clan hundreds of years ago. Sikong clan is the most powerful surname in the ghost clan. The ghost kings of all generations From the Sikong clan, our Qiu family has assisted Sikong clan in the past, but there are many descendants of the Sikong clan, and they will fight fiercely with each other, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Since ancient times, there has been no kingship like this.

So...are all the losers here? Yu Wan asked.

Qiu Bing smiled wryly: It can also be said that the palace you saw was originally a dungeon.

Huh? Everyone was surprised.

Qiu Bing continued: Back then, Mrs. Sikong gave birth to two sons. The two sons fought for the throne. The youngest son was defeated and the eldest son came to the throne. Mrs. Sikong couldn't bear the suffering of the youngest son, so she ordered people to build this palace. It looks like a palace, but it is actually a cage. , the eldest son has an order, the youngest son is not allowed to leave the palace, if it is just like this, it is not too miserable, but the eldest son is going to move the capital, he will take all the clansmen away, and use this place as a place of exile.

Yu Wan paused: That is to say, those who stay here are all sinners?

Qiu Bing nodded: That's right.

The eyes of Qingyan and Yuegou stared straight in an instant, they are sinners after messing with them?

But Grandma said just now that the Qiu family has assisted Sikong for generations. Could it be that there are sinners in the Qiu family who have been exiled?

Not really. Qiu Bing shook his head, The Qiu family was ordered to guard the youngest son to ensure that his descendants will be exiled forever.

Eternal... exile!

What a cruel heart!

Yu Wan frowned strangely: Since the eldest son hates his younger brother so much, why didn't he simply kill him?

Qiu Bing sighed: Because Mrs. Sikong forced him to promise herself not to harm the lives of the youngest son and his descendants before he died. This is a secret passed down from generation to generation in our Qiu family, and only every head of the family knows it. Even if Qiu Wuya did The priest of the king didn't know about it either.

Yuegou curled her lips in a rare way: It turns out that grandma is not serving the king, but guarding the king, so why do you still do things for him?

Qiu Bing said helplessly: I want to guard him, first of all I have to live.

The Ghost King's temperament is uncertain, if he disobeys his will, he will be executed immediately, okay?

Qiu Bing said again: In order to protect his descendants, the youngest son did not appeal to them the truth about being imprisoned. After several generations, no one knew that this was a place of exile. Although the Qiu family guarded the king, but I will no longer imprison the king in the palace, but the king is very obedient and does not walk around easily.

Yu Wan hit the nail on the head and said, Is that because you're afraid of getting lost?

Qiu Bing looked at Awan, and then at the ghost king who often got lost even in the palace: ...

What the hell are you talking about?

Yu Wan cleared her throat and said, Grandma has said so much about the Sikong family, does it have anything to do with our search for Yaoyin? Could it be...the descendants of the saintess and the wizard are all in Xindu?

That's right. Qiu Bing said, I also looked through Wanshuge's manuscripts, only to know that the descendants of these two lines are in Xindu. I think the former prince also knows something about Xindu.

Huh? Yu Wan looked at him suspiciously, Didn't it mean that the youngest son concealed the truth about moving the capital back then, so future generations don't know that this place is no longer a real ghost clan?

Qiu Bingdao: Although the words are true, but the actions of the former king made me feel that he knew the truth. He was trying to find a way to go to the new capital and return to the territory that really belonged to the Sikong family.

So the fact that the ghost people are endangered is not only getting lost, but also moving the capital... Yu Wan rubbed her chin and said, What did the late king do?

Qiu Bing was not in a hurry to answer her words, but asked, You found this token from the bottom of the cliff, but what else did you find?

Portrait! Yu Wan opened her purse, and took out the portrait she kept close to her.

A piece of yellowed paper was folded into the size of a palm, and it was hard to hide the creases after being unfolded, but the appearance on the portrait could still be seen.

Yu Wan handed over her little head, and looked at Grandma with blinking eyes: Does it look a little like me?

Qiu Bing carefully compared Yu Wan with the woman in the portrait, nodded, not surprised and said: There is indeed a bit of similarity, Ah Wan, do you know why?

Yu Wan shook her head like a rattle drum: However, Yan Jiuchao said that this woman is very likely to be a descendant of the saint. I am so similar to her, maybe I am also a descendant of the saint. After all, I am so beautiful, right?

All saints are beautiful, even more beautiful than fairies.

It so happened that at this time, the three little black eggs came back, and the three of them were sweating profusely from playing.

Yu Wan took out the handkerchief and wiped off the sweat of her sons: If I am a descendant of the Holy Maiden, then so are Dabao and the others?

The three of them were startled immediately when they heard the words.

Holy, holy, holy... saint?

Are they saints? !

The three little saintess lowered their heads shyly and covered their little faces in embarrassment.

Qiu Bing covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at him and said, The blood of the saint is passed on from daughter to son.

The shy expressions of the three little saintesses just paused, they took off their little hands, glanced at Grandma expressionlessly, and went out with a cold face!

This woman came to the clan at the beginning, found the late king, and asked him about the whereabouts of a woman. If I guessed correctly, the woman she was looking for was Concubine Yun's mother. Qiu Bing didn't guess at Concubine Yun at first. With so much going on, he connected all the clues to come up with this guess.

Yu Wanruo said thoughtfully: She is...

Qiu Bingdao: She said that the woman she was looking for was her own mother. From this point of view, she should be Concubine Yun's half-sister.

Yu Wan blinked: Grandma means that my great-grandmother had a daughter before marrying into the Shen family, and she was the woman in the portrait.

Qiu Bing nodded slightly: It should be like this. I think it was because of her arrival that the late kings knew about the existence of Xindu. She came from Xindu and was a descendant of the Lan family, and the ancestors of the Lan family had a saint. , she is very likely to be a descendant of the saint.

Very likely? Yu Wan was puzzled.

Qiu Bing explained: Not all descendants can inherit the blood of the saint, but every few generations, there will be a descendant with the blood of the saint. She is so anxious to find the mother of Concubine Yun. In addition, there is another reason, and that is the saint's blood in Concubine Yun's mother.

Yu Wan nodded with an epiphany, and motioned for Grandma to continue talking.

Qiu Bingdao: At that time, Diji was already five years old, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to this woman. The late king inquired about the story of Concubine Yun's mother, and found that she was the lost daughter of the Lan family.

The Lan family was considered to have status in Xindu, so the late king had his own plan. He didn't tell the woman the truth, but brought Di Ji into the palace and carefully cultivated him. He made a marriage agreement for his son and Di Ji. The purpose is to return to the new capital with the power of the Lan family one day. It's a pity that the emperor's concubine escaped from marriage, and the previous king's plan also failed.

Hearing this, Yu Wan began to feel sorry for her mother again.

Being abandoned and used by the Nanzhao royal family is already miserable enough. I thought that the ghost clan was sincere, but it turned out that she was just using her as a stepping stone.

Thinking of something, Yu Wan said: Grandma said, she came to the clan when my aunt was five years old, it should have been thirty years ago, but the friend of the owner of Ji Zhuang was still at the bottom of the cliff more than ten years ago. There was a Goddess, and it was her if there was no accident, could it be that she has stayed at the bottom of the cliff for so many years and never left?

Qiu Bing's eyes fell on the portrait again: I also heard from my tribe that there is a genius doctor at the bottom of the cliff, but I never thought it was her. From this point of view, she has indeed stayed at the bottom of the cliff for many years, and she should still be inquiring about Concubine Yun's mother. whereabouts.

Yu Wan looked at the token and portrait on the table: We searched the things in the yard, and she left in a hurry, but this token and this portrait seem to be left behind by her specially.

I guess, she had to return to Xindu because of something, but I hope that my great-grandmother can find her yard one day and return to Lan's house with the portrait and token.

But... what could make her leave in such a hurry?

Qiu Binglue pondered for a while: The Lan family has a new saint.