In the end, only Nan Yu and Song Xianqing remained in the ancestral hall.
Song Xianqing knelt before the ancestral tablets and said, "You should go back too, and be careful on the road."
Deng Xin was filled with mixed emotions. He didn't want Song Xianqing to suffer an injustice, but how could telling the truth make things worse? He had caused the other party to be beaten, and even ruined his reputation because of him. Nan Yu felt guilty.
"sorry."
Song Xianqing waved his hand: "It was my fault to begin with."
Nan Yu: "When I was resting during the Gu battle, I saw it curled up in a ball, which it doesn't usually do. Liu Pianpian used her flute to control the red spider, and the spider silk was almost tangling it to death. I didn't want it to die, so don't blame me."
Song Xianqing gleaned some special information from Nan Yu's few words: one should only kneel upright in front of the ancestral tablets, and it is not suitable to sit or twist. So Song Xianqing stood up from the prayer mat again.
He asked tentatively:
Do you know what your behavior means in the village?
Nan Yu: "What?"
"Enlisting in the army, then deserting after entering the military, something like that."
I sighed inwardly. Choosing a holy son is even harder than choosing a holy daughter. Liu Yu is focused on studying Gu poison, and there's also Liu Pianpian. He knows some of the village's customs, but not all of them.
The lamp wick shines through, revealing the same half-understanding.
They actively sought to learn, but couldn't be thorough in every aspect.
One was missed. I didn't expect it to be this serious. No wonder those people's faces changed. Song Xianqing was willing to sacrifice herself to shield him from the fire. If it weren't for the fact that modern society doesn't allow people to be burned alive openly, it would be a disaster.
Could he be used as a sacrifice?
The lamp wick shrugged.
Song Xianqing: "Are you Liu Yu? Or..."
Nan Yu's expression changed.
Song Xianqing's eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled and changed the subject:
"Look how scared you are. I was just teasing you. But don't do that again next time. Some things are not meant to be born at midnight. They live as long as they are meant to live. There are too many old-fashioned people in the village. We can't go against their wishes."
Song Xianqing half-jokingly reminded Nan Yu.
Local customs vary, and you have to respect them when you come here. He tries his best to protect them, but you have to know a little about the lamp wick, otherwise you might really lose your life if you make a mistake one day.
In modern society, open killing is not an option.
They are adept at using witchcraft and poison.
It's too easy to kill someone and dump their body in the mountains.
"So, is it possible for me to say I won't participate anymore?"
Song Xianqing touched his chin. Logically speaking, it was unlikely, but not necessarily. Rules are made by people, and things are done by people.
"Brother doesn't like this kind of occasion?" He put down his hand and smiled at Nan Yu.
Nan Yu: "I didn't know before that you couldn't easily admit defeat. You were only allowed to control the loser by playing the flute. I played the flute, and they said I broke the rules. I got angry and..."
Song Xianqing understood and patted Nan Yu on the shoulder.
"This kind of competition is not very meaningful. The Miao witches have always had a high status. The Holy Son only appeared a hundred years ago. Compared with the Holy Maiden, he is not valued much. The competition is just a way for those people to highlight the Holy Maiden's abilities and add a golden edge."
"They have the upper hand in both wins and losses. The High Priest teaches you many things but doesn't teach you. Have you ever heard of Liu Pianpian's skill in controlling the flute?"
Nan Yu shook her head blankly.
Song Xianqing smiled: "If they have the upper hand, even if you boast, you still can't win. If they are at a disadvantage, it will be like this time, so far, the 100% chance of turning the tide against the odds."
Nan Yu: "How do you know so much detail? Or is this a secret that everyone in the industry knows?"
Song Xianqing's smile deepened as she leaned closer, revealing a clear handprint on her left cheek. She pointed to her right cheek and said, "Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."
Nan Yu pursed her lips and said after a while, "I'll go get you some ice."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Song Xianqing grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
"No need, I'm tough and will be fine tomorrow."
Nan Yu turned her head and looked at the injury on his face. She still felt a little guilty and said, "If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know. Consider this a favor I owe you."
Song Xianqing asked sarcastically, "You owe someone a favor, can you repay it now?"
Nan Yu: "...Okay."
Song Xianqing still made the same request: "Give me a kiss."
Nan Yu: "..."
Song Xianqing: "Give me a kiss, and I'll repay the favor. Isn't that a good deal?"
Nan Yu: "You must be joking."
Song Xianqing: "I'm not kidding."
Nan Yu: "..."
Song Xianqing: “Kiss here.” He pointed to the location.
Nan Yu's eyes darkened again, and she asked directly, "You don't like men, do you?"
I don't know, maybe. I lived like a hermit in the deep mountains for several years, with a pure and simple heart, and no desires. If it weren't for that bridge over the water that day, I should have gone back to the deep mountains by now. There are quite a few men here too.
Song Xianqing didn't realize that she had ever had any romantic feelings for them.
He gets quite annoyed when he sees people.
Ever since that fleeting glimpse, he has been frantically grooming himself, trying to make the boy's eyes light up again and again.
"dislike."
The lamp wick breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Song Xianqing gave a wicked smile: "But I think I really like you."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, looked at the injury on the boy's cheek, which was mostly because of him, and his temper disappeared. He sighed and said, "This joke isn't funny."
Do I look like I'm joking?
The boy had a smile on his lips, looking amusing, and it looked like he was joking no matter how you looked at it. Dengxin tilted his head and said, "Yes."
"When I said I liked Liu Pianpian, did I look like I was joking?"
Nan Yu: "..."
Does he also like the female lead?
Shake head.
Song Xianqing: "..."
He paused for several seconds before speaking, his smile fading, his expression unusually serious: "You think I like Liu Pianpian?"
Nan Yu: "I don't know, that's your business. Thank you for today. I'll treat you to dinner when you're free."
Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around the boy's waist, pulling him into his arms. He lowered his head and stole a kiss. Nan Yu was about to explode when he realized what was happening, but he let go in advance, turned around and kissed the other side, then ran away.
He ran to the ancestral tablets.
Nan Yu Mao was practically exploding with rage: "Song Xianqing!"
Song Xianqing replied cheerfully, "Oh, baby!"
Nan Yu: "I don't like jokes like that! You've kissed me three times today, so let's call it even! Stay away from me from now on!"
After saying that, he turned and left. Song Xianqing went out and stopped him as he was going down the steps. He covered his left cheek, which had been slapped, and cried out softly in pain:
"It hurts! Can you get me some ice to put on it?"
He was initially very angry, but the clan chief went too far. His handsome face was now swollen like a bun on the left. Deng Xin couldn't bear it. There was no one watching over the ancestral hall. Should Song Xianqing be alright if he left for a while?
"Are you coming back with me, or should I get the ice?"
"Going back where? To your house?"
Nan Yu nodded.
Song Xianqing happily agreed. Nan Yu led the way. On the way, he tried to hold hands and made several attempts. Their little fingers almost hooked. The lamp wick accidentally stepped into a hole and stumbled forward. Song Xianqing subconsciously tried to help him up, but was dodged.
A chill ran down my spine; I feared the boy might have really hurt himself.
Nan Yu steadied herself, patted her trouser leg, and said, "Let's go, everything's alright."
Song Xianqing followed and kept watch around. The road was difficult to travel in the middle of the night. The people who had picked him up earlier had taken the headman back. There were a few streetlights on the way to the ancestral hall. As they slowly entered the woods, they could only feel their way in the dark.
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