Master Sheng, Madam, she became popular all over the world by fortune-telling

Chapter 647 Nobody Can Replace (Part [-])

It took Xie Siyun a while to come back to his senses.

His eyes swept back and forth between Xie Chujun and Fan Jingyun, and at a certain moment, as if he suddenly realized something, his eyes trembled violently, even his lips trembled, and he looked at Fan Jingyun excitedly and said, "You... ...you...you are...the mother?"

Disgust flashed across Fan Jingyun's eyes, and he almost couldn't hold back, and said coldly: "Until you figure out the relationship, you can call me Mrs. Xie."

Xie Siyun seemed to be completely unaware of the other party's indifference, tears fell after saying a word, and he bent his knees and knelt in front of Fan Jingyun: "Mother, it's really you, you're finally back! Siyun misses you so much!"

Fan Jing said: "..."

After all, I couldn't hold back and gave Xie Chujun a hard look: Look at the good deeds you have done!
Xie Chujun gave her a flattering smile, and when he turned his head and saw Xie Siyun, he couldn't help but frowned, thought for a while, and suppressed his emotions: "You get up first."

Xie Siyun couldn't help crying, shook his head and said: "No, I can't afford it, father, mother, she..."

Halfway through speaking, a coldness emerged from the tailbone and quickly climbed up the back. Xie Siyun cried and looked up subconsciously.

The next moment, she looked into the man's dark eyes, which seemed to be the same as usual, but in the depths, there was a coldness, with a faint warning.

Since coming to Xie's house, she has only seen this kind of gaze once.

The last time was after returning from the polar region, she couldn't help inquiring about Xie Xihe's news. At that time, Xie Chujun looked at her with such eyes.

Xie Siyun's heart trembled, and he couldn't say the rest of the words, but the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense.

Xie Chujun looked away, and said again: "Get up."

Xie Siyun bit her red lips tightly, and slowly stood up.

Xie Chujun's gaze swept over the guests present, then at Xie Siyun, at Duan Chengxian, and finally fell on Fan Jingyun.

After pondering for a long time, he asked, "Ayun, the Sanskrit tribe..."

Fan Jingyun raised his eyes to look at him, and said lightly: "I appear here, isn't the answer obvious enough?"

Xie Chujun let out his last breath, his eyes changed, and he made a decision.

Fan Jingyun looked at him quietly, without any intention of interfering. Where no one was looking, the hands hidden in the sleeves had already clenched into fists.

She already knew from Xie Xihe's mouth the cause and effect of Xie Chujun's plan to recognize Xie Siyun, and she could understand his plan.

Even if she is in Xie Chujun's position today, as long as she can keep her daughter, she will make the same choice as him.

But understanding is understanding, but the anger in my heart still exists.

Especially seeing Xie's family holding Xie Siyun's ancestral recognition ceremony with such great fanfare, she couldn't help feeling sad.

I am not fair for my daughter.

Xie Xihe may not care about the identity of Miss Xie's family, but whether she cares or not is her business, it doesn't mean that anyone can take away what belongs to her.

Even Xie Chujun, who is a father, can't.

So she is waiting.

Waiting for Xie Chujun's attitude.

If it can satisfy her and her little Xihe, that's fine, if she feels sorry for her daughter in the slightest, then she can only...

Thinking of this, Fan Jingyun's heart twitched uncontrollably, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable, but she still pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

It was at this time that Xie Chujun made a move.

He raised his head and looked at the guests, cupped his fists and saluted, "Today I invite you here, apart from participating in Xie Siyun's ancestral recognition ceremony, there is actually one more thing I want to invite everyone to witness."

Amidst countless curious and astonished eyes, Xie Chujun stretched out his hand, took out a scroll from his bosom, and unfolded it with a light flick of his wrist.

【Book of Guilt】

The three large characters appeared in sight, and Fan Jingyun's pupils trembled slightly, and he suddenly looked up.

Xie Chujun smiled at her, and read the contents of the scroll unhurriedly.

"Now there is Lord Chu of the Xie Clan. His superiors cannot protect his parents and his family, and his inferiors cannot protect his wife and daughter. He does not fulfill his responsibilities for the young master of the Xie family. He is not filial to his son, unkind to his father, and incompetent as his husband. He is truly worthy of being the young master of the clan. , it is even more difficult to be the patriarch."

"Therefore, today I am resigning from the position of Young Master of the Xie Clan and expelling myself from the Xie Clan. With this book as evidence, I ask you all to be witnesses. From now on, regardless of life or death, you will have nothing to do with the Xie Clan."

The man's gentle and elegant voice sounded slowly in the spacious open space. It wasn't too loud, but it fell clearly in everyone's ears.

Xie Chujun seemed not to notice their astonishment and confusion. He closed the scroll again, put it in Fan Jingyun's hand, and said with a smile: "Whether you and Xi'er show up today or not, this event of recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors The ceremony will end with this book."

He looked directly into Fan Jingyun's eyes, with Fan Jingyun's familiar gentle smile on his warm and jade-like face, and said seriously: "Xi'er is also my daughter, and I am the same for things you can't stand."

"From the very beginning, I didn't intend to let anyone take her place. Of course," he smiled, seemingly gentle but indifferent, "no one can take her place."

Fan Jingyun stared at him blankly.

At this moment, the space in front of him seemed to be slightly distorted, and the next moment, an old figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Xie Chujun was the first to find out, and immediately bowed and saluted after being stunned: "Grandfather."

The old man nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Since Ayun has been rescued and Xi'er's crisis has been resolved, the grievances and grievances have come to an end."

Xie Chujun paused for a moment, saluted again and said, "Yes."

The old man took a deep look at him, and said meaningfully: "Don't forget, Ayun's surname is Fan, and her father, brother, and grandfather are all named Fan, even Xi'er, she has half of the blood of the Brahman race in her body. "

Xie Chujun's expression paused again, his eyes changed, and he finally lowered his head: "Thank you for your grandfather's teaching, Mr. Chu will remember."

The old man sighed in his heart, turned his gaze to Fan Jingyun, and then smiled genuinely: "Ayun."

Fan Jingyun came back to his senses, surprised and puzzled: "Grandfather, why did you come here?"

Ancestor Fan smiled and replied, "Send a few people back for your husband."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and immediately nearly thirty men dressed in Sanskrit guards appeared in the open space not far away.

Fan Jingyun's pupils shrank slightly: "This is?"

"These are people who have been sent to the Sanskrit clan by Mr. Chu in the past 19 years. I let Yao'er be placed in various places in the clan."

Countless thoughts flashed through Fan Jingyun's mind, the more he thought about it, the more secretly he became startled, and he looked at Xie Chujun suddenly: "You..."

　see you later.

　　Don't scold Dad Xie, the difference in strength is too great, and it is difficult for him [cover face]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)