Si Yuan was caught red-handed and wanted to explain, but when he met Qi Xue's eyes, he gave an awkward smile: "Xiao Xue, I was just talking about work."

Qi Xue: "Oh, take it."

Si Yuan glanced at the specimen box and coughed awkwardly, "It has nothing to do with this."

Qi Xue: "What do you want from me? I don't pay you a salary, and you even have to pay me to buy groceries. Isn't this all you want? Now that I'm giving it to you, you're still putting on airs."

Si Yuan lowered his head, feeling as if he were naked with nowhere to hide.

Qi Xue also tossed the bamboo flute she always carried with her to Si Yuan.

"Alright, let's get to the research."

Si Yuan's face flushed, but he knew that this thing could only be used if Qi Xue had it; he had touched it before and it was useless.

"Feel sorry."

Qi Xue smiled enigmatically: "What's there to apologize for? Wait until you've figured it out before you apologize. After all, you've been my servant for three years, so I have to give you something to show for it."

"Now that we've brought this up, can I ask whatever I want?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"The secret to the longevity of the elderly in Miao villages."

"You call this a casual question?"

Qi Xue's mocking gaze fell on the man, and Si Yuan was quite embarrassed, lowering his eyes awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous."

"You think it's related to Gu worms?"

"Rumors of secret techniques from Miao territory..."

Qi Xue interrupted, "Don't talk about rumors. Rumors are eight parts false and two parts true. Alright, take these things back and study them. Don't come here again."

With Si Yuan around, she had to sneak back to Beishan every time.

It's good that they left.

Over the years, it wasn't all about investigating secret techniques. Si Yuan also really liked Qi Xue and was willing to stay by her side. Now that he's been driven away, the man's heart aches. "I admit I had ulterior motives, but I wanted to stay by your side more. I'll come right away as soon as I finish up my work."

Qi Xue's lips twitched slightly, and she said perfunctorily, "Okay, let's go quickly."

He left and went back to Beishan by himself.

If she doesn't show up, the two of them will have no interaction.

Qi Xue gave Si Yuan some things to take back for testing, including the bamboo flute he usually played, so he could study it slowly. Qi Xue wasn't worried because the core of this thing was blood, and it had to be the blood of the Miao village's inheritor. It wouldn't be useful for outsiders to take it back.

She wanted to see what they could find out.

...

"Are your clothes messy?"

"It's not chaotic."

Is your hair messy?

"It's not chaotic."

"Honey, look! Is the silver ring crooked?"

Song Xianqing was nervous about meeting her mother-in-law and father-in-law, just like a daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws. She got up and started washing up, spending two hours on her makeup, and an hour and a half of that time changing clothes.

Nan Yu had already finished her breakfast and said speechlessly, "Why are you dressed so flamboyantly? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going on a blind date."

I know he values ​​it, but isn't this a bit excessive?

Song Xianqing: "I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law."

Nan Yu took a sip of water: "If I were your future father-in-law, I wouldn't feel comfortable with you dressed like this."

Song Xianqing: "Why?"

Nan Yu: "Handsome men are unreliable; elders prefer steady and reliable men." She shook her head helplessly.

Song Xianqing: "..."

With a pout, he started taking things apart again.

Nan Yu: "...What are you doing?"

Just when I was almost all dressed and ready to leave, what happened to my ancestors again?

Song Xianqing said aggrievedly, "Then I'll wear an executive jacket, and I'll look reliable at first glance."

Nan Yu: "Do you have one?"

He froze halfway through taking off his clothes, his handsome face contorted in a pained expression: "No."

Nan Yu helped him put on his clothes, removed a ring of silver jewelry, stared at his face, smoothed his hair, and then used an eyebrow trimmer to tidy up his stray eyebrows. He already looked very handsome, without needing any further embellishment.

"Okay, don't say anything nonsensical when you get home."

He had warned Liu's parents two years ago. Liu's father was so angry that he fell ill, and Liu's mother threatened that if he dared to date a boy, they would die.

Nan Yu was not as impulsive towards his parents as Song Xianqing.

The lamp wick used a trick; the temple treated the Holy Son far worse than the Holy Maiden, and even required the Holy Son to lose every match.

With Song Xianqing's help, Liu Pianpian suffered a crushing defeat the following year, and the temple lost face. Liu's parents had always thought that their son was living a good life and receiving good treatment.

He didn't win the championship in several rounds of the first year, but he won it in the second year. I was happy for my son, but then I realized that everyone in the temple was a bit strange. I learned that my son would be ostracized after winning the championship.

There was another competition at the end of the year. Dengxin had been starving for a week, and his face looked terrible from hunger. He deliberately lost the competition, went back to the Liu family, and locked himself in his room.

No amount of knocking or persuasion could change anything.

He asked Song Xianqing to come find him.

At first, Liu's parents didn't know about the two of them. They only knew that their son's condition had improved a lot after being comforted by Song Xianqing, and that the temple was still using the Holy Son as a stepping stone.

What parent wouldn't feel heartache?

Nan Yu lost every time and was heartbroken every time. Liu's mother knew that her son had been warned, but they were powerless and could only sob at home.

The frustrations of ordinary people are unknown to those people. After acting for more than half a year, Nan Yu finally told his parents about his sexual orientation. The two elders disagreed, and the father and mother were at an impasse for a long time.

Until the latter half of last year, Nan Yu was bitten by a poisonous insect.

The temple was out of medicine, and it seemed the son was on the verge of death.

Liu's parents wept. Song Xianqing planted a symbiotic Gu in the lamp wick and fed him a Resurrection Pill worth a fortune. The poison was too strong, requiring daily bloodletting. Liu's parents had experienced a major upheaval.

Compared to the fear of losing a son.

Having multiple male wives doesn't seem so hard to accept anymore.

And so, Mr. and Mrs. Liu agreed.

This wasn't the first time he had met the two elders of the Liu family.

But today is the first time we've officially met.

From the moment Song Xianqing woke up, she started trying on clothes, changing clothes, trying on clothes, and changing clothes again.

"Should we add some more? It's too bland." She pouted.

Nan Yu: "You're not a girl, why are you putting so many silver ornaments in your hair? You look fine as you are, let's go."

Song Xianqing: "But..."

Nan Yu pushed him along until he calmed down.

The Liu family.

Song Xianqing placed the gifts he was carrying on the coffee table and obediently called out, "Father-in-law..."

Before he could finish shouting, Nan Yu slapped him on the back, smiling threateningly, "What are you shouting about?"

Song Xianqing quickly changed her address: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Liu's mother accepted, but still couldn't help but show her displeasure. What kind of behavior was this? She wanted a wife, but she didn't say she wanted a male wife. Liu's father was polite, but Song Xianqing was good at coaxing. In half an hour, he had the two elders all smiles.

They were clearly guests, but they insisted on helping out in the kitchen.

They picked and cooked vegetables, and even after the meal, everyone vied to wash the dishes. All day long, Liu's mother only said polite words and didn't eat anything. She had a long face in the morning, but when Song Xianqing was leaving in the evening, she was still a little reluctant to let him go.

This child has such a sweet tongue.

She also greeted him, saying, "Xianqing, come again next time and try Auntie's cooking."

Song Xianqing nodded with a smile: "Okay, Auntie."

Nan Yu felt ashamed after eating that meal.

I didn't expect that Liu's mother liked that kind of flattery.

He felt that Song Xianqing's praise was insincere, but the person involved liked it very much. There was also Liu's father; the two of them had drunk a lot of wine, and the young man's face was flushed.