Small Lingzhi

Chapter 50 Will it take my life?

The moonlight poured over the entire yard, the silver light flickered, and the treetops rustled.

The huge courtyard was quiet and cold, only the young man in Xiao Yan's arms was tightly closed, his eyelashes were like a feather fan, and tears were stained in the corners of his eyes, fragile and slender, but they never fell.

Xiao Yan's heart sank, Lingzhi endured the slight sobbing sound like fine needles piercing his heart, he patted the palm on Lingzhi's back stiffly and gently, trying to give her some comfort.

Lingzhi's breathing gradually became difficult.

Xiao Yan hugged Lingzhi and did not move, with loose hair hanging down Lingzhi's neck, he folded his arms, turned his face, almost touching Lingzhi's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't cry."

Xiao Yan's heart fell into an endless dark abyss following Lingzhi's teardrops.

He mechanically wiped away the tears from the boy's face. In his memory, Lingzhi never cried, and he never even made a sad face.

The young man is always used to bending his pure black eyes and smiling at everything he does. Ask him why he is always so happy, Lingzhi laughs until his face turns red, and says that he will not be sad, he is born to smile like this.

Lingzhi had shed countless tears by his side, and the person who once said that she would not be sad by nature, always stared into the air, with a quiet and melancholy face.

"Lingzhi, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore..."

For a while, Xiao Yan put his palm on Lingzhi's back and comforted him like he was patting a young baby, and then he held the back of the thin white neck that was twitching from crying to comfort him. side leaning.

Lingzhi was hugged and sat in Xiao Yan's arms. He came out barefoot, and the white jade-like soles of his feet were stained with mud, and he pressed against Xiao Yan's calf weakly and softly. His ankle was slender, as if he could break it with just a little force. .

Lingzhi shed tears for a while, seeming to isolate Xiao Yan.

He was physically weak, and after crying quietly for a while, he leaned on Xiao Yan's shoulder and silently closed his wet long eyelashes. His hands were very cold. Xiao Yan put his hands in his sleeves and sat for a while before hugging him. The person was slowly sent back to the room.

The little servant who woke up from his sleep found that the young master on the bed had disappeared, and hurried out to look for him.

Under the moonlight, the master who walked slowly and slowly was holding the young master he was going to find in his arms, and the little servant knelt down, worried about the young master, but also uneasy.

Xiao Yan said: "Go fetch some water."

The little servant responded, and trotted away without looking back. ,

Xiao Yan put Lingzhi on the seat, and pulled up the blanket on his lap.

The boy's two hands were held in the palms of Xiao Yan's and covered them, and they were stuffed into the blanket. He sat on the stool, silently staring at Lingzhi's half-sleeping face with drooping eyelashes.

Lingzhi frowned and shrunk back uncomfortably, Xiao Yan touched his sleeping point, fearing that his dangling legs would be uncomfortable, so he carefully lifted them up and put them on his knees, his heart throbbed slightly, trying to soothe his soul The frown slightly frowning when I was half dreaming and half awake,

The man remained silent, and the little servant tiptoedly sent the hot water to Lingzhi's feet, and then quietly retreated.

Xiao Yan waited for Lingzhi to fall asleep, and then wet the bath towel with water, and wiped Lingzhi's feet meticulously and considerately.

Lingzhi's feet are soft and tender, and because he often wears straw sandals when he is on the mountain, he is easily scratched by the grass leaves.

Xiao Yan put on socks for him since that time. Although she wore Xiao Junqian's gentle mask, she took care of Lingzhi very considerately.

At this moment, the white feet are clean, the small scratches are gone, and there are lovely crescents on the nails.

There were quite a few people sent to the Grand Master's Mansion, Xiao Yan didn't even need to put on a show, his eyes were arrogant, and he sent people back wherever he came.

It is not uncommon for there to be more beautiful and flamboyant stunners than Lingzhi, but Xiao Yan has never even glanced at them. After a long time, the reputation of innocence and asceticism has gradually spread in private.

What the world wants is power and beauty.

Xiao Ni has grasped the supreme power and is indifferent to beauty, so no one can use these two as his weakness to get him.

It's different now,

Xiao Yan's heart was moved, and his color turned up.

He only felt that the two white feet held in his palm were so cute, and he even wanted to bend down and start kissing from these white feet devoutly.

Xiao Yan restrained the nostalgic look on his expression.

He misses the time spent spending time with Lingzhi in the cave, every inch of Lingzhi's skin, every contour, all touched his desire for beauty.

The simple washing was quick, Xiao Yan lingered and carried Lingzhi back to the bed, and untied his sleeping hole.

In just a moment, Lingzhi opened her eyes, and the dark and moist pupils reflected Xiao Yan's gentle and devout demeanor that was too late to retract.

Lingzhi's eyelashes flickered, and her face was alert.

Xiao Yan averted his eyes in embarrassment.

"I'm going to go, don't be nervous."

Lingzhi curled up her legs, Xiao Yan closed her eyes, and said, "Anyway, you have the right not to be afraid of me. You can do whatever you want with me."

Lingzhi's eyes were a little empty.

Xiao Yan said: "That courtyard... If you are really afraid, then there is no need for it to exist. Someone will clear it and everything inside tomorrow."

After a pause: "Lingzhi... really don't leave anything for me? The things in the cave are all returned by you with the medicinal money you have saved so hard."

Lingzhi's empty and confused eyes suddenly burst into a strange brilliance, he stared at Xiao Yan's face, and said softly: "You are not worthy."

Xiao Yan staggered his gaze, and the blood on his face was completely gone.

He wanted Lingzhi to recognize him.

He and Lingzhi, one is attached to Xiao Junqian, and the other compares Xiao Junqian to himself.Xiao Yan even "integrated" Xiao Junqian's mask with the current him. He has Xiao Junqian's tenderness and meticulousness, and Xiao Yan's cold determination.

His gentle side was first given to Lingzhi, but now because Lingzhi has developed obsession and madness, why does Lingzhi have to distinguish so clearly, why does he have to go back to that Xiao Junqian?

Xiao Yan took off the jade hairpin from her hair and pinned it on Lingzhi's head, smiling warmly.

"Don't be angry, if you are really angry, you can use it to me," Xiao Yan pointed to the heart, then pointed to the gauze wrapped around the neck, "or here, stab it deep. "

"I don't blame you, Lingzhi, look, is my life in your hands?"

"Don't be afraid of me, really, and don't deny me."

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Lingzhi was sick in bed, and the Jingsiyuan was quiet for two days, except for the little slave who quietly went in and out of the room to take care of Lingzhi, only Mei Ruobai came to see him, and the rest would not disturb here.

The little servant entered the house early in the morning and seemed to find something strange.

"The servant saw Director Liu leading a group of workers to another direction. It seems to be an attic."

Lingzhi leaned on the cushion, looked sideways at the window.

The little slave squatted down in front of him: "Master, wash your face."

Lingzhi closed her eyes to the little servant, raised her cheeks slightly, and let the other party wipe him gently.

Then he rinsed his mouth again, and stretched out his hands in a quiet and gentle manner, turning his palms and backs face-to-face for the little servant to clean up carefully.

The little servant carefully wrapped Lingzhi's fingers and nails with silk cloth coaxed with incense, and the fingers were as green and tender as green onions, as if they were being cared for by the finest jade.

Lingzhi leaned lazily on the sofa, curled up like a cat, with her arms wrapped around her knees, and occasionally turned her head to look out the window.

The slaves put the breakfast in front of the small table erected, boiled the delicious glutinous millet vegetable porridge, the steamed stuffed bun with thin skin and rich filling, the fruit juice was clear and sweet, and there were also small and cute snacks for him.

Lingzhi has a small appetite, and it's rare to get hungry recently, so the meals prepared are not many. Each plate is exquisite and small, with different styles and tastes every day.

The young man eats fragrant and refined food, chewing even a small and exquisite steamed stuffed bun, if it were an ordinary person, he would have swallowed it in one gulp. .

The little servant stood by, serving the young master's meal as if it were a god's meal, and even the appearance of eating was pitiful.

Lingzhi ate too early, drank some mouthwash tea, and sat quietly by the window to enjoy the breeze, often looking at the ornamental pool full of red and green lotus flowers and leaves intersecting in the garden.

After entering the small attic, Lingzhi began to stay at home again.The little servant told him that the red koi in the pond had laid eggs, and soon many young fish cubs would break their egg shells.

Lingzhi was ready to move after hearing this. When he was on the mountain, he loved to watch the fish swimming in the water, envious of their freedom, but he was afraid of the water, so he could only sit on the bank and look enviously at the fish in the water, hugging them in his free time. Pile up fruits and leaves, and you can sit on the bank of the river and watch the fish for a long time without moving.

At this moment, after hearing this, he closed his eyes and just shook his head, not showing any interest in the little servant.

The little servant opened his mouth and became dumb too.

This is what Manager Liu ordered him to tell the young master. Since Manager Liu specifically instructed him, it must represent the meaning of the Grand Master.

Here comes the servant, and said in a low voice, "Then servant, tie your hair for the young master."

Lingzhi pursed her lips, smiling to reveal the dimples on her cheeks.

The little slave picked up the gold-threaded rosewood comb, combed Lingzhi's soft and black hair lightly, and put Lingzhi on it with the jade hairpin left by the grand master.

This jade hairpin is often used by the grand master to tie his hair, and the little servant dared not disobey the things left by the grand master. When he first tied the son's hair, his face was uneasy and timid, Lingzhi didn't say anything, and then gradually calmed down.

The little servant was ashamed and felt sorry for the young master, but he could not disobey the grand master's order.

"Young master, tie up your hair..."

Lingzhi stared intently at herself in the bronze mirror, picked up a painting album that Mei Ruobai had brought on the desk a few days ago, put it on her lap, and read it quietly.

Lingzhi only showed a little joy when Mei Ruobai came.

Mei Ruobai said with a smile: "It's getting better today, I think I'll have a good meal."

Lingzhi nodded, and wrinkled his nose in distress: "I don't want to drink medicine anymore, can I take herbs?"

Mei Ruobai vetoed his idea: "Of course not, your native methods are fine in the mountains, but in my hands, how can you just eat grass when you are sick, and why should I be called the number one genius doctor?"

What Mei Ruobai said was a joke, Lingzhi smiled innocently.

Mei Ruobai asked again: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Lingzhi told the truth that although he had recuperated, ate, and taken medicine according to the doctor's advice, his body was still feeling limp and powerless.

Mei Ruobai frowned, and said: "Then I have to give you an acupuncture treatment, and I can't delay any longer. I heard that there is a hot spring in the residence. If you can also use the hot spring to nourish your body, the curative effect will be even greater."

Not long after the words were finished, Director Liu entered the room and told Lingzhi that the hot spring pavilion was ready, and that he and Dr. Mei could go to the attic for acupuncture treatment at any time.

Lingzhi bit her lip lightly, and Mei Ruobai advised: "It's just for healing, don't think too much."

He knew that Lingzhi minded that the news that the two of them talked in the room reached Xiao Yan's ears verbatim. Xiao Yan seemed to be tolerant and retreat everywhere, but he was everywhere.

Mei Ruobai smiled and said: "You stay with me in the hot spring pavilion, I will give you acupuncture, don't be sullen?"

The circled "you" and "I" in Mei Ruobai's words touched Lingzhi, he nodded slowly, the little servant helped him up, and went to the hot spring pavilion with Mei Ruobai under the guidance of Manager Liu.

The vermilion pavilion standing in the middle of the mountain is elegant and simple, but there is no paradise inside.

The hot spring pavilion is resplendent with gold and jade, and each stone and pillar is exquisitely cast by jade. The warm fragrance in the air floats in the water vapor, and the warm soup is like a comfortable water bed in the depths.

The incense burner was still burning, and the servants arranged the equipment for the spring, and the couch on one side was laid out comfortably and softly, for Lingzhi to rest on while performing acupuncture.

Mei Ruobai said: "Go ahead and soak for a while, and then I will give you the needle."

When Xiao Yan learned that Lingzhi needed to be naked/backed when performing acupuncture, her face became a little gloomy.

Lingzhi came out of the hot spring, wearing a soft moon-white gauze, lying on the couch, his fingers were soaked red and lovely, and his arms were covered with a layer of delicate pink.

The young man was like a well-behaved and lazy cat, with his arms relaxed and spread out on both sides of his shoulders, completely exposing the back half of his body, with wet hair hanging on one side, lying obediently on his stomach.

Mei Ruobai opened the needle case, looked up and saw the man who came in.

Xiao Yan was still unwilling to let Lingzhi let Mei Ruobai administer needles, so he came in, his eyes fell on the back of the obedient lying on the couch through the bead curtain, restrained his breath, and stared at Mei Ruobai's every move indifferently.

Mei Ruobai concentrated on applying the needles, and after a while, Lingzhi's slender shoulders and arms were covered with silver needles, Xiao Yan outside the bead curtain was like a gatekeeper, waiting silently, his eyes full of scrutiny.

He believes that Mei Ruobai has medical ethics, but he has to guard against Mei Ruobai's thoughts as a man.

Although he has no blood relatives but loves like brothers, Mei Ruobai can promise anyone, but Xiao Yan doesn’t believe it to Lingzhi, and he can’t accept Mei Ruobai’s expression of crossing the boundary when administering needles, even a slight move. If it is not allowed, he will not be able to restrain himself from wanting to do something.

For example, involving innocent but insignificant people would make Lingzhi even more frightened, so he had to keep an eye on Mei Ruobai himself.

Mei Ruobai must control his expression well.

Xiao Yan looked at him indifferently.

After the injection was finished, Lingzhi had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Mei Ruobai met Xiao Yan's deep and dark eyes with a smile, and said softly: "Let him sleep for a while, after soaking in the hot spring and giving needles, his body is at the most lazy and relaxed time."

Mei Ruobai took back the silver needle and pushed the wheelchair away, Xiao Yan sat beside the bed, pulled up her clothes to cover Lingzhi's exposed shoulders.

He picked up the sleeping boy, and Mei Ruobai said: "If he still has symptoms of chills and chills in a few days, bring him here to make a warm soup every day."

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes, responded to Mei Ruobai lukewarmly, and ordered Manager Liu to send him away safely.

After a few more days, Lingzhi's body's symptoms of weakness and weakness were relieved a lot, but at night her hands and feet still felt cold.

Xiao Yan appeared in the Jingsiyuan after nightfall, lit Lingzhi's sleeping point, carried him to the hot spring pavilion and put him in the hot spring to soak a stick of incense on time, and when the time came, she quietly carried him back to her room.

Tonight was the same as always.

Lingzhi was wearing a tender blue underclothes, like a small bamboo shoot born in vain, Xiao Yan carried him to the hot spring pavilion, just now put the young man in his arms into the warm soup, his eyes were moistened by a pair of water vapor, as if Eyes of black gems.

Xiao Yan: "..."

He has already tapped Lingzhi's sleeping point.

Lingzhi's face was confused, and her cheeks were flushed with smoke.He avoided his face lazily, and during the day, he felt that there would always be someone hugging him at night. At this moment, the nightmare came true, and it was someone he didn't want to be in touch with.

Xiao Yan only had time to remove Lingzhi's inner clothes, and he himself stepped in the warm soup, his clothes were soaked,

Lingzhi pushed Xiao Yan's arm. When he was asleep, he was lying quietly in the warm water. Now he was struggling hard, the pool wall was wet and slippery, he stepped on the wrong foot, and he fell into the water.

Lingzhi was afraid of water, and with a pale face, he fell straight into the water, with a muffled grunt from his throat, panicking with fear.But he didn't say a word.

Almost at the same moment, his whole body was pulled into Xiao Yan's arms, like comforting a frightened kitten that has been falling into the water.

Xiao Yan picked up Lingzhi and sat by the pool, grabbed a cotton towel and wrapped him up.

After just a moment of pulling, Lingzhi was wrapped wetly under the big cotton towel, Xiao Yan was wet all over, and her transparent clothes were close to her body.

Lingzhi turned around, he climbed up in spite of his embarrassment, his ankle tightened, but was held by Xiao Yan.

"Lingzhi, I didn't mean to bully you."

Lingzhi's eyes were wet and red, Xiao Yan said: "Mei Ruobai said that taking you to soak more warm soup can expel cold symptoms, so I ordered your sleeping point and took you to soak for a while every day."

"I didn't hurt you..."

Xiao Yan's words were low and slow.

"I won't hurt you in the future."

Lingzhi squatted down and forcefully opened the fingers that were holding her ankles.

Xiao Yan squeezed her ankles tightly with her fingers and did not move at all. She fixedly looked at Ling Zhi's blushing face and said, "I will not escape the harm caused in the past, and I will not ask for your forgiveness. Just wait a little longer, and I will try my best to help you." You get them back, it's just..."

He smiled apologetically: "It's just that I can't bring back those forest beasts I killed."

Lingzhi felt cold.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yan, and suddenly asked a question that he wanted to know a long time ago.

"If you knew I was Ganoderma lucidum, would you still take my life?"

He paused, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Did you... kill Lan Wenxuan and the others?"

Xiao Yan's face was calm.

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