"There is time available, but I don't know if some people can handle it."
Song Xianqing held his wife, a strange smile playing on his lips. Si Yuan, having witnessed his ability to summon swarms of snakes, darkened his eyes and then fixed his gaze on Nan Yu, asking:
"Xiaoyu, are you free? Let's schedule another time."
Nan Yu: "I..."
Song Xianqing interrupted, "He's busy!"
"Okay, sorry to bother you."
Si Yuan nodded slightly, turned and left. Trying to get close to someone to extract secrets was useless, so he had to think of other ways. He had heard that there were villages on the other side of the mountain that tourists were not allowed to enter. The more mysterious a place was, the more interested he became.
There are also bottles and jars in Liu Yuwu's house.
We also need to find a way to take a few with us.
However, with Song Xianqing around, it was indeed difficult to get close.
Even if minor changes occur in the process, the historical axis will never change, and the timeline of the story will continue to turn.
That evening, Si Yuan led his team, dressed in protective suits and covered in insect repellent. The team carried backpacks into the mountains. Nan Yu was unaware of this; he was enjoying himself and didn't train his Gu worms much anymore.
I occasionally visit the temple to compare secret techniques with Liu Pianpian.
It was supposed to be a competition of secret techniques, but in reality, it was just a stepping stone to highlight the Holy Maiden, because no matter how big or small the competition was, it had to be recorded in the Miao region's archives, and Liu Pianpian had to win beautifully.
The jade from the south just kept getting more and more out of place.
Every time, Liu Pianpian wins, leaving him feeling unfulfilled.
But he always pretended to be very serious and hardworking, and the high priest couldn't say anything to him.
As long as the final result is what she wants, that's fine.
The lamp wick hummed in response, then patted its behind and left. Song Xianqing was waiting for him outside. The temple was quite a distance from home, and walking was inconvenient, so the young man got a tricycle, a pedal-powered one, to pick up and drop off his wife while he was doing his job.
He went out with a beaming smile.
In front of the temple, Song Xianqing was prevented from having too much physical contact with Nan Yu. He could not kiss or hug her, but he could only hold her tightly in his arms in his heart until he cried. As he thought about it, his eyes became more and more intense.
His hand gripped the handlebars of the tricycle tightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held a dangerous glint.
"Brother, why are you so happy today?"
Dengxin hummed, stepped onto the car, sat on his special soft stool, and laughed while touching his face: "Today I released a centipede, and she was a centipede too. When she went up, my centipede was killed. She was exerting force, like a balloon being blown up hard. When it was pushed up, there was a hole that let the air out. You have no idea how funny it was. The high priest's face turned green."
When Dengxin went to tell the high priest, he assured him that he had trained the centipede well and practiced the secret arts, and had even stayed up for two nights to prepare for this moment.
The high priest believed he was prepared this time.
Unexpectedly, she pooped a huge amount.
They could hold on before, but this time they started by slitting their throats.
Nan Yu herself pretended to be shocked for a moment, then looked heartbroken and left. There was no point in him staying.
Then a sigh followed.
Song Xianqing asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yu: "The High Priest seems to have seen through my deliberate actions and told me to go again tomorrow. The festival is in a few days and it will coincide with National Day, so there will be a lot of tourists. The publicity department has also contacted me. I won't be able to take a break recently."
"I'll go with you. What do they want you to promote?"
"It's just to take some photos and bring out some non-toxic small pets."
Song Xianqing: "I'll give you Lan Yu, you can use it."
Before, when they weren't familiar with each other, Nan Yu was embarrassed, but now that they are, she can't stand the homonym in her name. "Could you change the little snake's name? You can change just one character at the beginning or end."
Song Xianqing hummed in agreement, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yu pouted and said coquettishly, "Just change it."
One sentence really got the boy into a rage. At that moment, he'd do anything, even jump into the river. "Change what?"
"How is Lan Qing?"
The boy mumbled the name to himself for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, you take Lan Qing with you."
Nan Yu: "Mm."
The two were inseparable after returning home. It is said that in the past, once a Miao holy maiden fell in love, she would suffer the pain of being devoured by ten thousand poisons, but this saying no longer exists.
Because the human body cannot withstand it, the insect eggs can only be frozen in extremely cold places. Once exposed to the sun, the larvae hatch, and the owner will also be in mortal danger, unless they want the person to die.
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"Brother Yu! Brother Liu Yu!"
Liu Pianpian stood in the courtyard, calling out anxiously and nervously. She knocked on the door and called out, but there was no response from inside. The girl could only continue from downstairs; she had something very important that she needed Liu Yu's help with.
"Brother Yu!"
Nan Yu sat in the living room winding yarn, not really wanting to see the female lead, letting him call her from outside. Song Xianqing was getting annoyed and said, "I'll go and get rid of her."
The wick put down the ball of yarn. "No, I'll be leaving soon."
Song Xianqing obeyed.
Liu Pianpian called for a while, but had to leave in a hurry. She came again in the evening. Dengxin was washing her feet and was just about to go to sleep. She lit the lamp, but the girl was calling from outside, so she couldn't go out. Song Xianqing was taking a bath and it was inconvenient for her to come out.
Nan Yu went downstairs wearing slippers.
He took off his coat, was holding an apple and eating it, walked to the gate, opened it, and asked, "Is there something you need?"
Liu Pianpian was anxious and nervously grabbed the boy's wrist, pleading, "Brother Yu, there's something I want to ask you to help me with. I don't know who else to turn to but you."
Nan Yu pulled her hand away, took another bite of the apple, chewed it, and asked, "Tell me about it, but I might not be able to help."
Her eyebrows furrowed, her hands darting up and down, unsure of where to put them: "I need you to keep this a secret, Brother Yu, can I trust you?"
Nan Yu: "...If you don't believe me, why did you come to find me?"
Liu Pianpian: "Only you can help me with this."
Nan Yu: "What is it?"
Liu Pianpian: "Can you keep this a secret for me?"
Nan Yu took another bite of the apple, crunchy and crisp, and swallowed it: "As long as you don't commit crimes, disposing of the corpse is something we can consider."
Liu Pianpian quickly waved her hand: "No, no, it's like this, Brother Yu, I found someone and secretly brought him to the temple."
I don't have much freedom of movement, which makes me more likely to attract their attention.
If the high priest finds out, I'm doomed.
"Brother Yu, can you cover for me? I know you're a good person. My brother has always been the best to me, and he always gave me the sweetest candy. Brother Yu, please help me this once?"
Halfway through the conversation, Nan Yu guessed that it was the male lead.
To be honest, he didn't want to get involved in the love-hate relationship between the male and female leads at all. What happened to the original owner after helping Liu Pianpian?
Then she stopped even offering sacrifices.
The original owner died in vain.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear you. Go find someone else."
After saying that, he put the half-eaten apple in his mouth and was about to close the door when Liu Pianpian suddenly knelt down, grabbed his trouser leg, and sobbed:
"Brother Yu, I really have no other choice but you. Please, Brother Yu, haven't you always loved Pianpian the most?"
Moral blackmail?
The lamp wick took a half step back, frowning: "So what do you want me to do? Take the blame?"
Liu Pianpian cried, "It wasn't Brother Yu, he was injured, he was bitten by the Red-tailed Flame Serpent... I still have to prepare the lessons that the Priestess needs, I'm afraid they'll find out..."
"Alright, bring the person to me."
This is the safest way. Besides, he has no feelings for the male lead, so no one will misunderstand. After all, Liu Pianpian is a girl. Even if nothing happens, it would still sound bad if word got out that a man has been staying in her room for several days.
Nan Yu didn't really want to help.
The main reason is that Liu Pianpian is too persistent, which may also be related to the plot. She will definitely come to him. Instead of wasting words to refuse, he might as well come up with a suggestion so that everyone can stay at ease.
Si Yuan coming to stay here... No, Song Xianqing definitely wouldn't agree.
He never gave him a friendly look when they met before.
Living here means facing a daily nightmare.
Just as she was about to refuse, Liu Pianpian shook her head, her eyes red:
“His condition was serious. I used a symbiotic Gu to save his life. He can’t move around freely until he recovers, and he can’t go too far away from me.”
Symbiotic Gu?
When Jin Wangba gave the plot, he didn't say that he always thought that modern people couldn't plant Gu, but it turns out that the original owner didn't learn it well enough, and he was just as bad.
"So how do you want me to help?"
"Brother Yu can come to me every day to study poisons and Gu. The High Priest also hopes that we can improve together. If someone checks, Brother Yu can help me cover it up. It will only take a month at most, okay?"
"Can't you just lock the room?"
In the original storyline, Liu Pianpian hid someone in the room without any problems, but the original owner discovered it and shamelessly went to help deal with it. Logically speaking, she didn't need her help at all.
“The priestess has been coming to see me a lot lately without giving me any advance notice. I’m scared. Brother Liu, I don’t know who can help me besides you. I’ve thought about this for a long time. I know you’re good to me, so I’m telling you. Can you help me?”
The fairy shed tears, and I felt pity for her.
But……
“I can’t help it. You know the High Priest. She’s been looking down on me lately. If she finds out I helped you cover up such a big thing, she’ll be in serious trouble, even if she doesn’t die. She raised you from childhood, while I only became a nun later in life. Besides, my parents don’t have a high status in the village. I can’t let them be disgraced if something happens because I helped you. At most, I can only pretend I didn’t hear about this. You should find someone else.”
Liu Pianpian said anxiously, "Brother Yu, you're the only one I can trust."
Nan Yu's eyes turned cold: "You're dragging me into this."
Liu Pianpian shook her head. The little girl's nose was red from crying. She looked so pitiful and weak that even a man would feel sorry for her. No wonder the original owner was willing to make such a sacrifice.
I didn't even want to eat the remaining half of the apple.
Nan Yu scratched her cheek. "I really can't help you with this."
Liu Pianpian cried and stopped talking.
Nan Yu's head was throbbing. She said, "Crying here won't solve anything."
Liu Pianpian was still crying.
After taking a shower, Song Xianqing came out with a dry towel still on his head, wearing only a pair of pajama pants, his upper body naked and still wet with water droplets. He had deliberately struck a pose to catch his wife's eye.
The screen was on, but the viewers were nowhere to be seen.
Song Xianqing: "..."
He pulled the towel off his head, wiped himself haphazardly, and called out in confusion, "Xiaoyu, my wife?"
No one replied.
"elder brother?"
Still no reply.
Song Xianqing frowned. Strange, where did the person go?
He searched the living room and the kitchen until he opened the door and stood on the wooden steps. He saw the two people at the gate of the courtyard. The girl's shoulders trembled and she cried softly.
The boy stood to the side, still holding an unfinished apple in his hand, and dressed in thin clothes. Song Xianqing hurried down the stairs, looking displeased: "Brother!"
Nan Yu turned his head upon hearing the sound. He had never looked forward to Song Xianqing getting closer. He couldn't handle the female lead, but Song Xianqing could. He could fight anyone.
"It's cold outside, go upstairs and put on some clothes."
Nan Yu glanced at his bare chest. Because it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, the shadows and outlines made the boy look even more muscular and powerful. Nan Yu even wanted to touch him.
He regained his senses and coughed lightly.
Liu Pianpian also saw Song Xianqing without clothes, let out an "Ah," turned her head away shyly, and bit her lip.
Nan Yu took off her coat and tossed it to Song Xianqing, saying, "Put this on."
Song Xianqing returned it to him, but refused to wear it. He crossed his arms, his displeased eyes sweeping over Liu Pianpian, his words like venom: "Crying at night, is it because the high priest died or some old man in the clan passed away?"
Liu Pianpian's face turned pale.
How dare he curse the priestess?
He dared not let Si Yuan know about what had happened. He looked nervously at Nan Yu, pulled his coat tighter, and his voice trailed off.
"Brother Yu, can you come to the temple to find me tomorrow? Please keep it a secret since we grew up together."
After the girl finished speaking, she glanced at Song Xianqing and turned to leave.
The parrots flew away, and the courtyard gate slammed shut behind them.
Liu Pianpian was taken aback and immediately became nervous.
Clutching his sleeve, he turned his head, looking quite uncomfortable: "Brother Song, what are you doing?"
Song Xianqing: "What secret can't I hear?"
Liu Pianpian's face was not good. She forced a smile, wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, and shook her head nervously: "No, there's no secret, right, Brother Yu?"
They sent a distress signal to Nanyu.
Dengxin went to open the door and said, "Go back. I won't say anything, and I can't help you with this."
Song Xianqing's oppressive aura was too strong, and Liu Pianpian dared not linger. She was preoccupied with finding Nan Yu because of Si Yuan, and forgot about Song Zai.
I don't understand why he doesn't go home.
I'm stubbornly clinging to this place.
That's really annoying.
Song Xianqing took the whistle out of his pocket and blew it twice. The parrots flapped their wings and used their little sharp beaks to peck at Liu Pianpian, making the girl cry out. Since she hadn't brought a flute, she could only run away quickly.
Nan Yu: "Be careful, the High Priest will be looking for you tomorrow."
Song Xianqing: "As long as she's not afraid of being driven to her death by anger."
Nan Yu: "Do you have a grudge against the High Priest?"
Song Xianqing: "Who told her to bully you? That old woman is disrespectful for her age."
The lampwick responds better to gentle persuasion than force. Just that one sentence moved him to tears. A cold wind blew, and he shivered violently. Song Xianqing quickly led his men upstairs and wrapped themselves in blankets.
"It's so cold outside, why don't you wear more clothes?"
Nan Yu took a tissue and blew her nose: "I thought she would only say a word or two since she was wearing a coat, so I won't talk to her next time."
Song Xianqing: "What does she want with you?"
He paused in blowing his nose, chuckled slowly, and changed the subject: "Where did you buy your apples today? They're so crisp and sweet."
"Sweet, right? They're from my uncle's family. They have a century-old tree that produces crisp, sweet fruit every year. I secretly picked a basketful. If they're so delicious, I'll pick more tomorrow," the boy said with a smile.
Nan Yu wrapped the blanket tighter around herself: "Won't your uncle beat you up?"
Song Xianqing patted her thigh and said, "What do you think my husband's legs are for?"
The lamp wick chuckled softly.
Song Xianqing wrapped the child in the blanket and kissed the little face. It was still cold from the wind outside, so he held the child even tighter. "I'll take you with me tomorrow?"
"I don't want to get beaten up."
Song Xianqing: "No."
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