"Get out of the way." Pushing the boy aside, remembering the strange noises outside, she opened the blanket and gestured for Song Xianqing to get into bed.
The young man loved to push his luck. When his wife invited him, there was no reason to refuse. He went to bed, took her hand, and placed it on his chest. He knew his wife was embarrassed, so he took her hand and moved it up and down.
Every time the wick touched the muscle, the eyes would light up repeatedly.
Thinking of what he was going to ask, he coughed: "Can we catch the ghost tonight?"
Song Xianqing: "Aren't you afraid anymore?"
The wick: "I'm scared."
Song Xianqing released the boy's hand, hugged him tightly, and pressed him against the bed: "If you're scared, then don't grab me. Go to sleep."
Lampwick: "Catch it, if we catch it we won't be afraid anymore, let's catch it together."
Song Xianqing pulled the blanket tighter around herself, pressed the lamp wick under her body, and kept burying her head in his neck, complaining, "Trying to get rid of me?"
The boy's beard grew exceptionally fast, requiring him to shave every day. By evening, he had stubble that pricked his skin, forcing him to turn his head away. The itchiness made him want to scratch, and his boisterous behavior even made him a little breathless.
"I didn't ask you to leave. I won't feel at ease until you arrest me. Let's see what's up to."
Worried that if Song Xianqing caught Nan Yu, she would change her attitude and refuse to let him sleep with her, he rubbed against his wife's soft, white neck, sucking and biting her: "Okay, I want to do you."
Nan Yu: "Wait until my term ends."
Song Xianqing's expression instantly fell, and he whine pitifully, "I'm not a celibate CEO from the Beijing circle. We from the Guizhou circle are full of youthful vigor. It's been too long, I can't take it anymore."
Meat is always right in front of me.
Because he likes her, he endures it, for a day, two days, a month, two months, at most half a year. But when he can't hold back anymore, he'll force himself on her. He's not a ninja turtle; he wants to do it now.
If it weren't for the fear of angering Dengxin, Xiaoyu's wife would be bound by her feet and arms right now, at his mercy.
The more I think about it, the faster my heart beats.
Xiao Songqing also jumped around happily.
Deng Xin was unwilling. Although he was a little aroused by the teasing, he did not want to give himself to the other party at the moment. Also, Song Xianqing was not sincere at all. He was willing to do it, but he was unwilling to lie on top of her.
"We've only known each other for a few months? You always have to do this, is it just to sleep with me?"
Song Xianqing: "I only want to sleep with you because I love you, baby." (Kissing him on the cheek)
Nan Yu: "Get lost!"
Song Xianqing: "Okay."
After saying that, he hugged the boy and rolled around on the bed that was placed side by side. Nan Yu was so dizzy from being shaken around. They tossed and turned until late at night, when footsteps sounded on time. The lamp wick, wrapped in a quilt, poked the man with her elbow.
He whispered, "Catching ghosts."
Song Xianqing: "Really arrest them?"
Lamp wick: "Hmm."
Song Xianqing wanted to know but didn't want to know. Judging from Dengxin's attitude towards him, there was a high possibility that Xiaoyu's wife would turn against him. They hadn't slept enough yet and were currently in the throes of a passionate romance, reluctant to part.
Only 20% of respondents wanted to know who was behind the charade.
Nan Yu: "If you don't go, I will. Just in case someone remembers to help me out."
He was about to get out of bed when Song Xianqing, knowing he was scared, pulled him back to bed. He wasn't even wearing any clothes, just pulled up his slipping pajama pants and went straight out to open the door.
They didn't even say they'd observe it.
Nan Yu was so frightened that her heart pounded.
She jumped off the bed and saw a distorted ghost face, which looked like a mask... a dead man's white legs, and a pair of red high heels on his feet. With a thud, Nan Yu fainted and fell straight to the floor, landing with a thud.
There really is a ghost...
These were his last thoughts before he fainted.
Song Xianqing grabbed the person pretending to be a ghost, lifted the mask to reveal a familiar face, her brows furrowed, she released the woman, ran back to hug the unconscious boy, and spoke in a cold tone:
"Master really has a lot of free time."
The woman hooked her slender, beautiful little finger around the mask and chuckled softly, "I helped you, and you're so ungrateful, child."
Song Xianqing: "Why did you scare him for no reason?"
The woman walked over step by step in her high heels, stopped in front of the lamp wick, squatted down, and used her slender fingers to lift the boy's chin to examine him closely. He was indeed handsome, no wonder Song Xianqing liked him, she liked him too.
"Don't scare him. How come my little apprentice can win a beauty's heart so quickly, hmm?"
She lightly licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, her beautifully manicured nails complementing her delicate hands. She gently patted Song Xianqing's face with a look of doting affection. Although she didn't look very old, she gave off a maternal feeling.
Song Xianqing was her only disciple, made an exception for her.
A natural-born Gu-controlling Saint Body.
The woman was over 30, but she took good care of herself and looked no more than 20. She had a hot figure, a beautiful face, and her skin wasn't deathly pale. Her legs were covered in white powder. Because she was so charming, the high priest didn't even consider her when she was chosen as a saintess.
Some elderly people in the village said she looked like she came from a brothel, and that the temple was not to be desecrated, so she was not worthy of that position.
Women also have an exceptional talent for creating Gu poison.
The high priest wanted to keep her, but women are stubborn. If you dislike someone, don't try to have them both.
Even after leaving the temple, she continued to use Gu poison, preferring to cast it on others.
A lot of things happened in the village in the past few years.
Hundreds of men were afflicted with a curse with no cure, and most were left with lifelong health problems, requiring them to take medicine year-round. The medicine had to be obtained from women, otherwise they would die suddenly. Many of these men were influential figures in the village, or whose fathers held important positions in the village, so much so that even though everyone was willing to pay for the medicine, no one dared to touch them.
He was afraid the woman would die, or he would end up in jail.
No one gave them medicine.
The woman had a terrible reputation in the village. She used to be called a flirtatious vixen, but now she was called a snake with a venomous heart. The men who were bewitched were all wicked and had designs on Qi Xue.
In the village, however, everyone was cursing the woman for having a seductive face.
She seduced the men in their family.
It was clearly the man who had the first thought, but all the blame was thrown on an innocent person just because she had a stunningly beautiful face. In the end, the man disappeared without a trace, and Qi Xue was infamous for years.
Even now, when people mention her, they still express disgust, loathing, and fear.
No matter how good one's mindset is, it's unbearable to be looked at with strange eyes by others every day. So, I moved to another mountain, built a small bamboo house, "picked up" a little apprentice, and spent my free time raising birds, insects, chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, and growing some vegetables. Life was wonderful.
Qi Xue has always been in Beishan.
I recently heard that my apprentice has found someone he likes.
She wanted to come and see.
He didn't show himself, but secretly observed for a few days and found that his apprentice was useless, so he gave him a small helping hand.
The little guy is really tough. He was terrified, but he endured it for several days before bringing it up when his apprentice came to visit. He didn't even take the initiative to go find him.
Qi Xue even suspected that if Song Xianqing hadn't come, he would still have been both afraid and anxious.
No one knew about the relationship between Song Xianqing and Qi Xue except for the master and disciple; even the clan leader was unaware.
"He's timid. If you scare him like this, won't he throw a tantrum at me later?"
He carried the person back to bed, covered them with a blanket, and then the person grabbed their coat and put it on. He still had to maintain some dignity in front of the teacher, so he went out to chat with Qi Xue.
"What's there to be afraid of? You don't know any better."
"Whether I know it or not is not important. What my wife thinks is that she might ask me to catch a 'ghost' today, and kick me out of the house tomorrow." He sighed as he spoke.
Perhaps because Nan Yu didn't give him a full sense of security, Song Xianqing always felt like he was just a sleeping companion, someone to warm the bed when he was useful, and to be kicked away when he wasn't.
Qi Xue: "If you want me to leave, then leave. I'll come back in a few days."
Song Xianqing shook her head: "Forget it, don't scare him."
Qi Xue laughed. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her face looked like it was fully made up, and her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming. "Tell me, what is the reason?"
Song Xianqing: "He doesn't want me to go too far, and he doesn't want to live in the village. He said that when the next Holy Son takes over his position, he will leave Miao territory, so he doesn't really want to find people from the village."
Others may not be able to empathize with Nan Yu, but Qi Xue can.
Those people all prioritize their own interests.
They select people they deem suitable; talent isn't the most important factor. The position of Holy Son is optional, since they've always been supporting the other side, though there are many inside stories there.
Many things are hard to say.
"You're so naive. Have you ever heard of love growing over time?"
Song Xianqing: "He wouldn't let me do it."
Qi Xue: "..."
She slapped the boy on the head. "Who told you about that? Getting along! Getting along! Why is your head full of dirty thoughts? No wonder people are worried about you."
Song Xianqing casually scratched the back of her head and said aggrievedly, "I didn't."
Qi Xue shared the conclusions she drew from the book:
"Good job! Aren't you a good cook? From now on, cook for him every day and spoil his palate. It's best to make his favorite dish once a week so that the kid can't get enough of it and can't live without you. You also need to take care of the housework. Remove the pits from the fruit, cut it into pieces, and peel the unpitted fruit. Keep him healthy and take care of everything. Make him so that he can't live without you."
My master is still unmarried and has never even held a man's hand. How does he know these things? Is he reliable?
"Master has someone he likes?"
Qi Xue slapped him again: "I was giving you advice, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Xianqing: "..."
Seeing that it was getting late, Qi Xue got up from her chair and yawned: "Women over thirty tend to have loose skin. Honestly, it's ruining my beauty sleep. By the way, I'll stay next door for now. Don't bother me unless it's important. I don't want to see anyone."
Because of the poisonous insects, Nan Yu lives in a remote place with no neighbors. Qi Xue has been staying in the warehouse next door recently. It is full of poisonous insects. Although they are raised by lampwick, they are very afraid of Qi Xue's scent. Even when sleeping in the insect nest, no insect dares to crawl on the woman.
The warehouse has two floors.
Qi Xue lives upstairs, where there is good natural light and no dampness.
Normally, Nan Yu would get the poisonous insects from downstairs and not go upstairs, so she didn't find Qi Xue. Song Xianqing had many ways to investigate, and no one would believe that he had no selfish motives.
"Are you coming again tomorrow night? Xiaoyu asked me to catch a ghost, how are you going to explain that tomorrow?"
Qi Xue waved her hand, looking relaxed and carefree: "If he sees me, just say there's a vengeful spirit. But don't be afraid, I won't hurt him."
Song Xianqing: "I don't believe in anything that isn't scientific."
Qi Xue: "What do you know? The end of science is metaphysics. Can we explain raising some Gu with science?"
Song Xianqing nodded, tidied everything up, sent Qi Xue out, went back to sleep with his unconscious wife in his arms, checked the boy's breathing under his nose with his finger, and held him all night.
Nan Yu didn't wake up until 11 a.m. the next day.
Upon waking up and recalling the funny face from the previous night, I developed a high fever that same day.
I didn't even have time to ask Song Xianqing if she was alright.
Shivering under the covers, Song Xianqing had just finished cooking and was about to call Xiaoyu's wife to get up for breakfast when he touched her burning hot body. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly carried her to the clinic for a fever-reducing injection.
Lying in the hospital ward, Song Xianqing busied herself taking care of him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she asked, "Brother, would you like something to eat?"
Nan Yu had a headache and no appetite.
"last night……"
Song Xianqing pulled up the curtain and held the little hand tightly: "I'm sorry, it's my master. She was worried when she saw that I couldn't catch up with you, and she ran to your house to scare you without consulting me. Don't be afraid, there's no such thing. I'll tell my master to go back later. I'm sorry."
Feeling guilty and apologetic, he lowered his head, wanting to kiss his wife, Xiaoyu.
The boy turned his head away.
Song Xianqing panicked, thinking that Nan Yu was blaming her. She coughed and her arms were weak, but she still reached out and pushed Nan Yu, saying weakly, "I have a cold. Don't let me infect you. Stay away from me."
Song Xianqing: "I know I was wrong. I apologize to you on behalf of my master. Please don't be angry, okay?"
She held the boy's hand tightly, afraid that he would let go again.
Deng Xin coughed, feeling like he should be angry, but knowing the truth made him less angry. Feeling unwell, he didn't want to think about it anymore and said, "My head hurts so much..."
Song Xianqing rubbed his forehead and massaged his shoulders, massaging wherever he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't eat lunch, so when he got home in the evening, he cooked some noodles and got some medicine from the clinic. Nan Yu went home to rest.
I was lying in bed when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Dengxin frowned. What's wrong? Now that he knows he's done something wrong, he has to knock before he can even get in the door?
His voice was hoarse: "Why are you knocking? Just come in."
He thought it was Song Xianqing, because there was no one else besides him.
The keyhole turned, and a woman entered in high heels. She wore a red embroidered cheongsam that showed off her slender waist and curvaceous figure. Her skin was fair, her features were bright and striking, and she had two wisps of hair at her temples. Even just standing there, she was a rare beauty.
Nan Yuxin was stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman.
Just like when he first met Song Xianqing.
After the initial amazement, all that remained was confusion.
I don't know her.
Just as he was about to get up despite his illness, Qi Xuexiao came to the bedside in her high heels, bent down, and pressed down on the boy's shoulder as he tried to move.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I scared you. Xianqing told me that you got sick from the fright. I'm really sorry."
ah?
ah?
No way? This is Song Xianqing... Master?
Nan Yu was shocked.
The woman looked to be only in her early twenties, young and beautiful. In his memory, his master should be around the age of a high priest, at least forty or fifty, if not seventy or eighty. This was too young; people would believe she was Song Xianqing's younger sister.
Song Xianqing brought over a bowl of egg noodles.
Qi Xue and Nan Yu were standing very close together. Few men could resist the charm of their master. If it weren't for his master, Song Xianqing would not have been able to resist at all.
He refused to let anyone, except himself, get close to his wife, Xiaoyu.
Even his master couldn't endure it for long.
He walked over, forcefully stepped between the two, pushed the woman aside, placed the bowl of noodles on the bedside table, pulled the left pillow over and placed it behind the boy's back, helped him up, and wanted to feed him noodles.
Nan Yu gently tugged at his sleeve, gesturing with her eyes that Song Xianqing and Qi Xue were present.
The young man didn't even glance at the woman, and explained to his wife, "This is my master, her name is Qi Xue."
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