Small Lingzhi

Chapter 42 Jealousy

The moonlight stretched the shadows of the two very long, reflected on the slate, intimate and seamless.

Lingzhi shook her flying legs, signaling Xiao Yan to go down by herself.

Xiao Yan gently put down the person in his arms, the wind was strong, he held Lingzhi's hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your hair is messed up, I'll fix it for you."

Lingzhi's eyebrows and eyes are curved, like the bright moon in the sky.

He obediently raised his head in front of Xiao Yan, his snow-white face reflected by the moonlight was slightly flushed, he was obedient and naive, and his eyes were clear.

Childish and carefree, the gloom and weakness in the eyes were swept away, as if there was no calculation or concealment between them, let alone life.

Xiao Yan bent her fingers through the boy's black satin-like hair, and being looked up by such a pair of eyes, the joy and satisfaction accumulated in her heart instantly overflowed her body and flowed along her limbs.

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple slipped, and the person who had just let it go from his arms immediately wanted to hold his arms tightly again and rub it into his body, so that veins appeared on the back of his hands and his bones hurt.

Lingzhi was suspicious, because she was not as tall as a man, she had to raise her face higher, and the slightly astringent medicinal herb breath between her breaths wrapped in warmth, blowing gently on Xiao Yan's face.

"Junqian, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yan let go of Lingzhi's hair, and moved her eyes in embarrassment.

"No problem."

Lingzhi said "Oh", feeling that Jun Qian had smoothed his hair beautifully, and immediately turned around and ran to the stone stove, and opened the dusty clay pot.

He cupped his face in a sigh, and complained in a low voice: "We haven't returned to the cave for too long."

The shadow growing on the stone slab was close to the one that was slightly shorter, and Xiao Yan responded, "Well," he added, "Change to a new one next time."

Lingzhi nodded, he walked around, picked some fruits and took them to the water spring behind the mountain to wash.

The young man touched the fruit with one hand and bit it, while Xiao Yan firmly held the other hand in the palm and walked towards the cave.

He fed a fruit to Xiao Yan and exclaimed: "The fruit on the mountain has never grown so well."

The "wild fruits" in the mountains are all high-quality tree species transported back to Yandu by dark guards from various places. Hundreds of elite dark guards have gone to the trees these days.

The night wind blows into the cave, making it cool and refreshing.

Lingzhi walked around her cave a few times, and was quite satisfied.

The things he added are still in the cave, such as the treasured Ganoderma lucidum, which is intact on the folded quilt, but the color has faded very old, and the plump Ganoderma has become shriveled.

Some of the other gadgets that could be seen everywhere were blown to the ground by the wind. He squatted down and picked up a few and put them back away. Everything in the cave was as it was before.

Xiao Yan quietly watched the young man who kept walking and picking up things, the smile on his brows and eyes deepened.

Lingzhi suddenly slapped his forehead: "Ah——"

He turned around and looked at Xiao Yan helplessly and confusedly, pointing his thin white fingers to a location on Biyan.

"Jun Qian, there seems to be something missing here, why can't I find it?"

He rummaged in the cave according to his instinct and vague memory, Xiao Yan's heart tightened, and her thin lips were pressed together in silence.

Where Lingzhi pointed, the missing thing was the big red "囍" letter that he had pasted on when he was arranging the wedding hall that day.

Lingzhi fell ill and resisted recalling that day, so why did Xiao Yan hope that the other party would remember the irreparable moment.

So he concealed the traces of the wedding hall that the two had arranged when they got married, and kept everything in the most comfortable and comfortable time.

Lingzhi frowned and said to herself, "What's missing?"

Xiao Yan held his wrist, with a gentle smile: "Nothing is missing, it's because you remembered it wrong."

Lingzhi confirmed again and again: "Really? But..."

He stretched out his hand and gestured messily, but he didn't know what the gesture made.

It seems that I have lost something very important, but I can't remember it anyway.

The young man was dejected, and threw himself into Xiao Yan's arms all of a sudden, rubbing his arms around the man's strong waist, and he couldn't fit his mouth with a smile.

"Forget it, I should be confused. If Jun Qian said that I remembered it wrong, then it is a wrong memory."

Xiao Yan hugged Lingzhi lightly and pressed her coquettish head on the side of her neck, and responded in a low voice: "Well, let's see what is suitable to add there next time, shall we?"

Lingzhi nodded quickly.

Still weak, he covered his lips and yawned.

Xiao Yan turned around and tidied up the quilt, this was the only one that was ordered to be replaced in advance when she came, and the quilt was soft.

He patted the pillow, like a fairy coming out of a picture scroll under the lamp, noble and clean, and said to Lingzhi: "It's getting late, come and rest first."

Lingzhi nodded obediently, and sat close to Xiao Yan with his legs next to his legs.

Xiao Yan said: "I'll boil some hot water to wash your hands and feet."

Lingzhi shook her head, hugged Xiao Yan's waist, and continued to rub her tender face against his neck.

It means to be lazy and not want to wash.

But it will always be more comfortable to sleep after washing.

Xiao Yan buckled the lampshade, hugged Lingzhi tightly and lay down.

"Close your eyes and sleep. I'll boil some water to wipe you after I sleep with you. It won't hinder you."

The dim light of the fire shone faintly on the stone wall, Lingzhi was sleepy, his lips moved slightly, and his words were slurred.

He didn't want Jun Qian to be busy at such a late hour, but he was too tired, his cheeks were crooked, his lips were slightly parted, and he fell asleep on Xiao Yan's shoulder.

Moonlight fell into the hole, and a shadow came in lightly and soundlessly.

The dark guard held the wooden basin in his hand, Xiao Yan half leaned over, took a silk towel and moistened it with water, and carefully and slowly wiped Lingzhi's face, hands and feet.

Lingzhi stayed in the same position after falling asleep. In the past, Xiao Yan would obediently hold her in the water and sleep all night, and she still maintained the same position when she opened her eyes the next day.

Xiao Yan lightly adjusted the pillow to make Lingzhi feel comfortable, and when the guard retreated, she folded her clothes and lay beside the young man, hugging him, reluctant to fall asleep, just looking at him like this.

He created a dream for Lingzhi, but this dream was more like for him.

Just now, seeing Lingzhi busy in the cave, he didn't even dare to have the slightest ups and downs of breathing, for fear of breaking the hard-won relationship with his heart, his heart was beating heavily.

At the beginning of the young man, there was a pleasant smell of medicine. Xiao Yan touched the top of the other party's hair, and felt that he couldn't see anyone. He slightly lowered his face and touched Ling Zhi's forehead, embracing this slender and soft body. When he fell asleep, he didn't know perception.

He wished the night would last longer.

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The candle was burning, and Xiao Yan was awake before dawn.

He lifted his gentle breath slightly, observing Lingzhi's obedient sleeping face in his arms, and then he let go of his breath quietly.

In just one night, the smells of Xiao Yan and Lingzhi were mixed together.

The slightly bitter medicinal smell is mixed with a light cold fragrance, just like a big beast licking/licking a small beast to mark its own scent.

Everything is just right, tenderness is overflowing, and tenderness is in the arms. If the impulsive and anxious desire is broken, it will be a kind of blasphemy.

Xiao Yan had to wake up from this illusory and sweet dream.

He closed his clothes and got up, and pressed his warm fingertips against Lingzhi's cheeks, rubbing/stroking delicately, and then gently touched his sleeping hole.

Xiao Yan passed Lingzhi's back knee with one hand and hugged him horizontally, the dark figure walked slowly down the mountain steadily, with the breeze blowing his clothes and the moonlight fading, dawn will usher in a short while.

Director Liu went to the back mountain to wait quietly early in the morning, and saw the master in plain clothes and black hair appearing with the boy in his arms. The mountain road was long, and the old slave stretched out his hand to take the boy over to let the master rest for a while.

Xiao Yan snorted, reluctant to let go of the warm body in his arms.

After hugging her all night, her fingers seemed to grow on Lingzhi's body, she didn't feel tired, and felt refreshed.

He should go wherever he wants to hug him, wanting to hug Lingzhi in his arms around him.

He said, "Director Liu, what are you thinking?"

Manager Liu was embarrassed, his old face was rarely hot.

In Jingsiyuan, the sound of cicadas floated, and the pond facing the window was in full bloom, and the tips of pink buds were about to bloom.

Xiao Yan only felt noisy when he heard the chirping cicadas, but Lingzhi liked it, and if he listened to it a few times, this disturbing cries would be a bit cute.

Xiao Yan carefully put Lingzhi back on the bed, sighed that the dream was too short, and was annoyed that the days were long.

He untied Lingzhi's sleeping hole and didn't stay for long, it was time for Lingzhi to get up and wash up.

When the little servant came to deliver the water, he didn't dare to glance at the grand master who was behind his back and was listening to the corner outside the door. The young man was sleepy and sat on the bed with his hands on the bedding. When he saw the little servant coming in, he grinned.

Like a lotus bud waiting to bloom outside the window, shy and pink.

The little servant placed the basin, raised his head and immediately froze.

He stammered and said, "Mr., Mr...."

This is the first time I see the young master smiling, it is so pretty, he can read few words, if I want to describe the young master's good-looking smile, it must be as good as picking the stars and the moon to coax him to smile.

The little servant smiled blankly with the young master's smile, remembering that the grand master was watching outside the door, hurriedly wet the face towel and handed it to the young master to wipe his face.

Lingzhi was in a trance, and at night he had a nostalgic and warm dream.

Jun Qian returned to Wuqing Mountain with him, and he fell asleep in Jun Qian's arms.

He rubbed his sore eye sockets, the joy that he had not had time to put away dissipated when he saw a corner of the plain shirt outside the door from the corner of his eye, and he bowed his head in silence.

Mei Ruobai came to check Lingzhi's body, and found that his complexion and energy were good, and he took a few extra mouthfuls of breakfast.

He has a clear mind, he is not as good as in the past few days when he mistook the gentle doctor in white for Xiao Junqian.

Mei Ruobai thought for a while, and said: "The lotus in the pond is about to bloom, why not take a walk outside the house."

Lingzhi raised her head and glanced at the scenery outside Xuan's window, she avoided her gaze in a muffled voice, and didn't say anything or couldn't say anything.

If it's only in this courtyard, it's the same no matter where you go.

The young man's absent-minded and lonely demeanor made Mei Ruobai feel unbearable, so she took out a pack of snacks from her bosom, passed the Zhuque Bridge, and bought dragon beard candy from a vendor.

Ganoderma lucidum shape.

Ganoderma lucidum looked at it lonely, and Hei Lingling's eyes widened instantly.

He took the ganoderma-shaped dragon beard candy, and his face was a little red.

"It's so beautiful."

It was as if he had turned himself into a crystal clear flower and held it in the palm of his hand.

Lingzhi didn't wear any shoes, and ran to the desk with her bare jade white feet, and compared the Ganoderma lucidum longbeard candy with his own Ganoderma lucidum.

With a shy face, he turned his head and said to Mei Ruobai: "I'm too fat."

And the Ganoderma lucidum without this dragon beard candy grows delicately.

Mei Ruobai couldn't help laughing out loud, covered her lips and said: "Each good-looking dragon beard candy has its own merits, and dragon beard candy can be made again. This Ganoderma lucidum is unique in the world."

Lingzhi said "oh".

He originally thought that the ganoderma lucidum and dragon beard candy was so exquisite that he couldn't bear to eat it, so he wanted to find a vase to set it up and let it melt.As soon as Dr. Mei said that there are still many sticks to be made, I licked the candy lightly.

His mouth was full of sweet and greasy sugar, he squinted his eyes and tried to lick a few more mouthfuls.

Mei Ruobai said: "On the Zhuque Bridge, this Longxu candy is the only one that is famous. It has been rumored for more than [-] years. Children in Yandu City like to buy candy there."

Lingzhi's eyes flickered: "Is Zhuque Bridge selling sugar?"

Mei Ruobai said: "Zhuque Bridge is one of the most prosperous markets in Yandu City. There are many pedestrians coming and going. The river under the bridge is sparkling. Tourists listen to music by boat. At night, especially when the lantern festival is on, many pedestrians will put on lights by the river. River lanterns, river lanterns are like stars at night."

After Lingzhi heard this, he lowered his head dejectedly, his eye sockets were slightly moist when he raised his eyes.

Junqian also told him about the night scene of river lights and river lights, just like stars pouring into the river water, and the long river lights are rippling.

It's a pity that Junqian can't take him to see He Deng.

He was sad for a moment, then said coyly: "Doctor Mei, can you take me to see the river lantern?"

Lingzhi hurriedly asked, "Did I make things difficult for you?"

He vaguely understood that Xiao Yan, who locked him up, seemed to have a lot of power. Everyone in this yard was afraid of him and would only listen to him.

The last time he ran out, everyone in the street knelt down to that person.

He lowered his head sadly: "I'm embarrassing you..."

But he still clearly remembered what Jun Qian said, and he wanted to see a lamp like stars pouring into a river.

Lingzhi asked softly, "Doctor Mei, where do you live?"

Maybe he could run out quietly and ask Dr. Mei to take him to Zhuque Bridge.

Lingzhi's idea of ​​quietly running out of the Grand Master's Mansion fell into Xiao Yan's ears before he could act.

He hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

"I told him about the night view of the river lantern, but he wanted to go out to see it quietly with others."

But thinking of the posture of Lingzhi sleeping peacefully in her arms at night, Xiao Yan endured the nameless anger, turned the binoculars, and looked through the binoculars at the Jingsiyuan.

At this time, the young man was lying on the desk in a daze, and closed his eyes for a while when he was tired.

He had a plate of fruit and snacks by his hand, and his appetite was smaller than that of a cat. I don't know if it was because of something hidden in his heart, but he didn't eat much of the fruit.

The little servant waited for him to wake up and brought him a bowl of iced mung bean honey syrup. Lingzhi was absent-minded, took a few sips and shook his head, saying that he would not drink anymore.

The anger in Xiao Yan's heart was helplessly dissipated, he got up with a flick of his sleeves, his black hair was pinned up slightly with a sandalwood hairpin, a jade belt was wrapped around his waist, and the smoky blue cloud shirt was flowing in the wind. The ups and downs of cicadas are not cute anymore, they are noisy and annoying.

Xiao Yan ordered the servant to bring a glass of pear juice to the back kitchen, he brought the pear juice in, the bead curtain touched lightly, Lingzhi raised her head in a daze, saw the gradually clear blue figure walking towards him behind the curtain, she trembled , turning his head to stare at a cushion on the slum, obviously not wanting to see this person.

Xiao Yan paused, put down the white porcelain soup cup calmly, and said in a low voice, "Taste a sip."

Lingzhi started to play with her fingers, the roots were thin and white, as if she wanted to make a flower out of her fingers.

Xiao Yan looked at it, suddenly laughed dumbfounded, and felt relieved.

Lingzhi's sulking and awkward appearance with him at this moment is much better than ignoring him with blank eyes during this time.

He said softly: "The Tianshan Sydney, which came as a tribute to the country, has a clear and sweet juice, try it."

He casually mentioned the Zhuque Bridge, and said, "To welcome the exchange of neighboring countries, there is no curfew in Yancheng for the past few days, and a lantern festival is held under the bridge, and you can see pedestrians lighting up river lanterns on the river at Xushi."

Lingzhi listened intently, and unknowingly took a sip of pear juice.

Xiao Yan didn't ask how it tasted, for fear that Lingzhi would stop drinking it once he sipped it.

His eyes fell on the exquisite treasure box on the desk, and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to open the box and have a look?"

Lingzhi wouldn't touch things in the house, he held his hands and feet and turned a deaf ear to Xiao Yan's words.

Xiao Yan took the brocade box, uncovered the cover, and took out the blue gemstone.

The light and melodious music flowed, and Xiao Yan put this gem box in front of Lingzhi.

He said slowly: "If you want to leave the house, I will not stop you."

Xiao Yan lowered her eyes, looked at the young man who was still unwilling to look up at her, and sighed: "Come back early."

After Xiao Yan left for a long time, Lingzhi raised her face from her knees, staring at the gorgeous and delicate gemstones, suddenly dazed.

He picked up the brocade box and covered it with precious stones, and the music was still playing, so he whispered to the servant to close it for him, so as not to let it ring.

The gemstones Xiao Yan gave are beautiful and expensive, but he prefers the Ganoderma lucidum that Jun Qian compiled for him.

In the afternoon, Lingzhi fell into a drowsy sleep. In his dream, he heard Jun Qian holding him and talking, talking about the river lantern under the Zhuque Bridge in Yandu. When he woke up, he was already in a daze.

He put on his shoes and socks, picked up a few fruits from the porcelain plate and put them in his arms, and whispered to the little servant: "I'm going to the Plum Garden."

Lingzhi was weak, and the servants added clothes for him when he was traveling, and the carriage was comfortably equipped.

He appeared outside the plum garden, Mei Ruobai was startled when she saw him.

Lingzhi's eyes sparkled: "The Golden Crow is about to fall, Doctor Mei, can you take me to the Zhuque Bridge to see the river lanterns."

Mei Ruobai saw that Lingzhi was rarely happy, with a slender chin and a pitiful and cute appearance, she couldn't bear to disturb his interest, so she nodded in agreement.

At this moment Xiao Yan had just sent away a few confidantes, and the secret guard came to report in a hurry.

"Master, the young master went to the Plum Garden. The two of us traveled together in the car. Looking at the direction, it seems that we are going to Zhuque Bridge."

Xiao Yan picked up the binoculars, the Jingsi courtyard was empty, and there were a few less fruits on the desk.

He forbears to say nothing, and sneers for a while.

It's already extremely stupid to send someone out by yourself, why don't you still want to watch that person parade intimately with other men, enjoy the river lantern at night, and stupidly poke a knife in your heart?

Director Liu came to inform his master that the dinner was ready, and the words fell, but he saw the master got up and ordered the carriage to be prepared.

The carriage was plain and simple, different from the gorgeous and expensive arranging of grand masters in the past, it was low-key and clean, making it easy to follow and investigate.

Zhuque Bridge, the extended river bank is full of pedestrians who will release river lanterns.

Lingzhi is holding a beautiful and colorful bird river lantern with long tail.

I saw the young man sitting by the river and smiling. He didn't know what to think of. He felt a little lonely. After rubbing his eyes, he lowered his head to write.

There are not many characters in Lingzhihui, and Dr. Mei has to teach them how to write.

White shadows form a pair, Xiao Yan sits in the private room of the Jiang'an tea house, his lips and teeth are sore.

The river lantern poured down like stars, obviously he was the one who told Lingzhi.

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Bu Zhi, let me come! 10 bottles; Mr. Shen’s Zhanhundao, ‐nuo/Y. 1 bottle;