The lamp wick gave a faint "hmm."
After Song Xianqing's explanation, he truly understood.
Winning or losing in this kind of competition is not important to him, because the rules are biased towards that side, the champion is predetermined, and he is just a runner-up.
I felt uncomfortable.
But their tradition has been passed down for thousands of years.
Even the lamp wick has become Zen.
He's already made plans for the next one. If he has to participate, he'll follow the rules from previous years and won't bother breeding anything. He'll just catch a little bug and end the game right away. Even if he can't win, he can still annoy them.
Liu Pianpian: "Brother Yu, you won't blame me, will you?"
Lampwick: "Is there anything else besides this?"
Liu Pianpian shook her head: "I'm going to tell the High Priest that Song Xianqing is too presumptuous."
Dengxin didn't know how many people knew about Song Xianqing's ability to use witchcraft, but if Liu Pianpian complained, it would inevitably cause a lot of trouble, and she might even be held accountable herself, which would be extremely troublesome.
After thinking for a moment, he said to Liu Pianpian:
"He's healing the White Lady for me, he means no harm, could you please not tell the High Priest?"
Liu Pianpian: "Huh?"
Lampwick: "Didn't you say you were going to thank me? If you are, then don't say anything."
The little girl pouted, her eyes still glistening with pink tears, and nodded hesitantly, "Then you have to go back and tell him that he can't do that again. If I see him doing it again, I will definitely tell the High Priest."
Lampwick: "Okay, I'll head back now."
After the boy left, Liu Pianpian realized why Song Xianqing was staying at Liu Yu's place.
He left with a furrowed brow and a look of confusion.
Dengxin hurried back with a basket full of vegetables. There were traces of a snake that had slithered by. Song Xianqing was mopping the floor and had almost finished.
Seeing the lamp wick return, he greeted it with a smile.
She said, "Brother, while you went out to buy groceries, I started cleaning. That person has been sleeping rudely ever since you left, showing no awareness of being a guest. Do you see how clean the yard is?"
Song Xianqing held the mop handle, staring intently at the lamp wick like a dog waiting for its owner's praise. If Nan Yu hadn't met Liu Pianpian, she would have found his diligence surprising.
Although we can't completely trust the female lead.
But Nan Yu was more convinced that Song Xianqing was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Even if it's not 100%, it's at least 98% of the time they're eliminating evidence.
Nan Yu: "Nothing happened between you two just now, right?"
Song Xianqing: "No, I listened to you. He was being sarcastic to me, but I ignored him. Brother, can you reward me?"
Nan Yu: "Really?"
Song Xianqing: "Really."
Nan Yuxin is strange.
Pushing away the face that was leaning closer, she remembered something, and her legs went weak again. Struggling to stay upright, she asked the other person again to confirm, "Song Xianqing, you didn't use a spell on me, did you?"
Song Xianqing: "If you're going to use a spell, use a love potion so that my brother can't live without me."
Nan Yu was actually relieved that he was being unserious.
His mouth is always acting like he has a disease.
Too lazy to deal with him, she carried her basket upstairs. When she opened the door, she was so startled that she almost dropped the basket. The male lead was lying on the floor. This was what Song Xianqing meant when he said that as soon as she left, he would rudely go to sleep...
What kind of sleep?
Is she confused?
Nan Yu carefully went over to check, her heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she checked his breathing, and then her whole shoulder relaxed. Thank goodness.
Song Xianqing followed and saw Nan Yu squatting on the ground. He didn't care about the inspection or not; all he cared about was that his wife was getting close to that scoundrel, who was trying to steal his wife away.
Even if that person is dizzy.
Song Xianqing's mind went completely mad.
Her possessiveness erupted, she dropped the mop, went over and pulled the boy up, her chest almost bursting. She suppressed her emotions and lowered her voice, trying to be gentle, "Brother, don't get so close to him. Aren't you going to cook? I'll stay with you."
Nan Yu: "Did you knock him unconscious?"
Song Xianqing: "Am I that kind of person?"
Nan Yu sensed that he was in a dangerously violent rage, so she didn't dare to say anything more to upset him. She instructed, "Take him to bed first, I'll go make lunch."
Song Xianqing: "The blankets haven't arrived yet."
Nan Yu: "Take me to bed."
Song Xianqing's tone turned cold: "I'll throw him into the lake to feed the fish!"
Nan Yu: "..."
After staring at the boy for several seconds, someone outside called out, "Is Liu Yu home? The blankets have arrived! Is anyone home?"
The wick breathed a sigh of relief after all that trouble.
The blankets are finally laid out.
Nan Yu asked Song Xianqing to move the boy to the bed. The boy pouted and said, "I have my own germaphobia. I won't sleep on a bed that someone else has slept on."
Nan Yu: "So you slept with me last night?"
Song Xianqing: "You're not just anyone."
Nan Yu: "..."
well.
Song Xianqing: "Fine, I'll let him sleep there. I'll sleep in your room tonight."
That's an outrageous demand.
Nan Yu: "Can I sleep in your room tonight, and you sleep in mine?"
"No way! How can you sleep in the same bed he slept in? Wouldn't that be considered sharing a bed? What would that make me?"
Nan Yu scoffed, "What do you mean? I ran into Liu Pianpian on the way. She was looking for me. You said I was dead. Is that true?"
Song Xianqing: "..."
"If they don't speak, it seems they really mean I'm dead."
"Pah, pah, pah, I didn't say that. He's looking for Liu Yu. You're my wife."
Song Xianqing's subconscious told him that the Liu Yu before and after were different. Liu Pianpian was looking for Liu Yu. If this Liu Yu was not Liu Yu, then what was wrong with him saying that Liu Yu was dead?
Nan Yu: "Stop being cheeky, he's just unconscious, isn't he?"
Song Wuchan: "I don't know, I've been cleaning the courtyard, brother."
Sometimes Nan Yu really didn't want to communicate with Song Xianqing; it was too much trouble.
After settling the male lead in, Song Xianqing went outside to pick and peel vegetables while he picked bean sprouts. "Brother, let's buy some bull penis and deer penis to make a soup tomorrow."
Nan Yu continued peeling the fruit, glancing at Song Xianqing with a snort: "You're not good enough?"
Suddenly remembering that he had kicked him that morning, his hand trembled as he peeled the skin, and he accidentally cut his finger, causing blood to flow out. The boy immediately grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth to suck blood.
Nan Yu hissed, withdrew her hand, took out a tissue from her pocket to wrap it, and looked at the boy, "The blood is very dirty."
Song Xianqing looked distressed. "It must hurt a lot. Next time, let me peel the skin. Don't touch it."
The wound wasn't deep, and the pain subsided quickly. The blood also clotted and stopped flowing. Bringing the conversation back on track, she asked nervously, "You didn't really get hurt by my kick, did you?"
Song Xianqing: "..."
Nan Yu: "No, I heard that the clan leader only has you as his child. If something happens to you, I can't bear the responsibility... Let's go to Beijing."
He tried to pull Song Xianqing away, but couldn't budge her. The boy reached out and pulled her into his arms instead, laughing as he continued to ramble, "Going to Beijing to give birth? I'll let you eat bull penis and deer penis. People need to relieve their desires, otherwise they're prone to endocrine disorders."
Nan Yu: "You!"
Song Xianqing hugged the lamp wick tightly, burying her head in his neck and nuzzling him, whispering, "Sweet brother, I want to sleep with you, I want to make love, I want..."
Nan Yu wanted to hit him.
"I'm hungry, let's cook."
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