It's strange, I just can't quite put my finger on it.
Nan Yu pushed Song Xianqing away and coughed lightly: "Is there something you need?"
“You haven’t been to the temple lately, so I’ve come to check it out.”
Some poisonous insects are active at night. The high priest came to check on his 'homework' and chat with him. After all, this was Liu Yu's first time participating, and his mentality was prone to problems. Since he hadn't gone to the temple for so long, the high priest had no choice but to come.
Aside from checking for Gu worms, there were few people around at night, and she thought there shouldn't be anyone there, but who knew Song Xianqing was there.
Nan Yu: "Please come in."
I love you.
The parrots, who had just quieted down, chirped again in unison.
Nan Yu then noticed that her fence was full of birds, just like the rows of sparrows perched on the power lines at dusk.
I love you.
Nan Yu stared wide-eyed, wanting to get closer to see, but he wasn't Song Xianqing. As soon as the stranger approached, the entire flock flew away. It was nearing dusk, and the afterglow was fading, so he could only see the shadows of the birds, and couldn't even make out their feather colors.
The lamp wick paused, then stared in astonishment at the bird taking flight, its mouth agape.
The high priest removed his cloak hood, frowned, and glanced at Song Xianqing, asking, "You keep parrots, why are you teaching them these things?"
Song Xianqing: "What I teach is my business; the High Priest is meddling too much."
The high priest's face turned green. Not to mention Song Xianqing, even the clan chief would have to give her some face. Even if a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, it is not a reason to disrespect elders!
"You speak with such sharp and sarcastic remarks; is this how your father raised you?"
Song Xianqing: "Am I being sarcastic, or is the High Priest biased towards someone? You should know very well whether there was any behind-the-scenes manipulation in the competition. He even wanted Liu Yu to go to the temple. It's a miracle he didn't tear the temple down!"
High Priest: "You!"
Song Xianqing: "What do you mean, 'I'? Did I say something wrong?"
The high priest's face turned ashen. It was true that the competition favored the saintess, but in the end, wasn't it because the poison was not tamed enough?
I don't want to argue with the younger generation.
The high priest looked at the lamp wick and said, "You are the holy son; you should prioritize the greater good."
Nan Yu gave a lukewarm "hmm".
High Priest: "Have you finished learning the secret techniques in the book I gave you?"
Nan Yu: "Still learning."
"Yes, your honor and disgrace are intertwined with the Holy Maiden's. Don't listen to others' nonsense." He glanced at Song Xianqing deliberately, his warning clear.
Song Xianqing scoffed disdainfully.
The high priest was furious. She went up with Nan Yu and saw the two snakes intertwined. She paused, realizing she recognized Nan Yu's white snake—she had seen it before, and also the silver snake…
Glancing at Song Xianqing: "Yours?"
Seeing this, Dengxin's heart sank. He ran over to try and separate the snakes, but damn it! Song Xianqing's snake was being a scoundrel!
The two snakes were almost twisted into a pretzel, making them difficult to separate.
The lamp wick was in a hurry. His White Lady was still a virgin, and Song Xianqing's rogue snake was so annoying! He had only been gone for a short while, how could he have already entangled himself with her?
Song Xianqing was speechless. He hadn't even finished dealing with the person yet, but the silver snake had already slept with the little white snake.
Nan Yu told the little white snake to turn its wrist back, but the silver snake coiled tightly around it and wouldn't let go. The snake's tongue, which was supposed to be for sensing scents, was licking the little white snake's head, and a snake movie was being performed in front of both of their masters.
Nan Yu couldn't separate them. Seeing her young lady being pinned down, she became even more furious and glared at Song Xianqing.
"Make it let go! My little white dog is still a baby! Have you no shame?!"
Song Xianqing had the illusion that the other party was making veiled accusations.
But he still went to retrieve the silver snake, which took a lot of effort. He also felt sorry for his little silver snake, because the sudden interruption of that matter was not good for either of them. Putting himself and his wife in his shoes, it was beyond immoral.
There was nothing he could do; his wife cherished that white snake, and he didn't dare speak up for his own snake, so he could only forcibly take it away.
Song Xianqing coughed lightly.
Dai She apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not teaching him well."
Nan Yu put Bai Niangniang back into the small box, looked at the High Priest, and said, "The poisonous insects are all here. Some of them weren't in good condition before, so I didn't train them."
The high priest had something to say, but Song Xianqing was present.
Difficult to talk to.
He directly told them to leave: "If you have nothing to do, go down and wait for a while. I have something to say to the Holy Son."
Song Xianqing: "Is there anything I can't hear?"
The high priest's eyes darkened: "Get out!"
Song Xianqing is not the clan leader after all, and the clan leader is his father. He has a conflict with the high priest, and his parents are in a difficult position. Nan Yuren will leave as soon as his term is over. If he stays for even one more day, he will write his name backwards!
"You can go out now."
Song Xianqing shook his head, fearing that the High Priest might manipulate Nan Yu.
Nan Yu: "Bring the parrots back inside and stop them from making noise. There's also water boiling in the yard; it should be boiling by now. Go down and pour the water into the thermos, but be careful not to burn yourself."
Song Xianqing looked at Nan Yu, his eyes filled with obvious worry. He was afraid that if he wasn't there, his wife wouldn't be able to argue with the High Priest and would be led by the nose.
The lamp wick tugged at his sleeve and shook its head.
Song Xianqing had no choice but to go down, but he was very quick. Seeing that the water hadn't boiled, he ran back to eavesdrop. He wouldn't go in unless there was something wrong, but he would kick the door if something happened.
The high priest told Nan Yu about the competition and told him to take it easy. In this situation, Liu Pianpian couldn't lose, as it concerned the face of Miao Jiang for thousands of years. He had to learn to be a background figure. Nan Yu didn't say much, and the high priest offered a few words of comfort.
He was also told that there would be a sacrificial ceremony next month.
He didn't have to do anything; he just followed the group to the sacrificial site, offered incense, and performed rituals. There were many tourists at that time, so he also asked Nan Yu to take photos with the tourists to promote the tourist attraction.
Nan Yu nodded.
The high priest finally left.
Song Xianqing came in, carrying a water bottle. Seeing that Nan Yu was silent, he also remained silent. He went to the bathroom to get a wooden basin, filled it with water, and placed it at Deng Xin's feet. He lifted the boy's ankle, intending to take off his shoes, when Deng Xin came to his senses.
He pulled his foot back. "What are you doing?"
Song Xianqing: "Wash your feet and relax."
Nan Yu: "I'm fine."
Song Xianqing: "Go ahead and wash, I've already prepared the water."
"I can do it myself." Nan Yu used her left toes to push against her right heel to take off her shoe, and then used the same motion with her right foot to bend over, pull off her sock, and put her foot into the basin.
Song Xianqing waited for him, and after both feet were in the basin, he even reached out to help wash them. Nan Yu pulled his feet back, splashing a few drops of water: "What are you doing?"
Song Xianqing: "I'm your husband, it's only natural for me to wash my wife's feet."
Deng Xin hesitated, then put her foot back. Her soles were a little sensitive and she couldn't stand being touched. She pulled her foot away so Song Xianqing wouldn't touch it. "It's so itchy. I don't want you to wash it anymore."
Song Xianqing smiled, then took the boy's wrist and kissed the back of his hand. Dengxin blushed, finished washing his feet, and asked:
"Should we move the bed over there?"
Song Xianqing: "And."
The larger the bed, the wider the rolling range.
Even the lamp holder helped, huffing and puffing as they moved the bed over. The height was slightly higher, so they removed one layer of mattress. The space, which was already quite spacious, felt a bit cramped with the addition of the bed.
I was scared a few nights ago, but now I feel safer when we're all huddled together.
Song Xianqing slept with him at night, the lamp wick nestled in his arms.
The moment I lay down, I felt incredibly safe. I hadn't slept much for three days, but now, lying in the boy's arms, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep instantly.
Song Xianqing hadn't even had a chance to flirt with him yet.
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