Small Lingzhi

Chapter 39

Qingshi Street was dead silent, the common people and the servants who came with Taishi Mansion almost knelt on the ground with their faces on the ground, they were uneasy,

The boy who was picked up by the grand master was sobbing, and the crying spread along the bluestone street, as if it contained a lot of sadness, faint and endless, and the people who heard it were sad, although the people didn't know what kind of sad things the boy had experienced.

A layer of water accumulated on the stone slab, the water shone slightly, and the shadow of the grand master floated on the water surface.

From the corner of their eyes, they fell on the water in the alleyway, the shadow of the grand master remained motionless, and the young man was hugged in his arms by the grand master's precious and gentle care.

The common people thought again, how honorable and favored they should be to be cherished and embraced by such noble figures as the Taishi in the street.

No matter how sad the honored and favored people are, they should not be as sad as the ordinary people. After all, the sorrows and joys of the upper class and the sorrows and joys of the ordinary people are not the same, and what is happening at this moment may be nothing more than a small fight in the Taishi's mansion That's all.

Lingzhi's hot tears seeped into Xiao Yan's lapel, and soon, the lapel was wet.

Lingzhi was still muttering: "Let me go back, I want to go back to Wuqing Mountain..."

"This is not my cave, Junqian is still waiting for me on the mountain..."

The boy's face was pale, his eyelashes drooped lifelessly, Xiao Yan could see clearly at this moment.

Lingzhi was resenting him, hating him.

Blame him for ordering people to hurt those forest beasts on Wuqing Mountain, and hate his identity.

For Lingzhi, he is Xiao Yan, who took Xiao Junqian away, no matter how much he told Lingzhi that he was Junqian, Lingzhi would not accept it, because the gentle and considerate Junqian that Lingzhi wanted , when he acted that day, the moment he took the ganoderma lucidum, he had already died from Lingzhi's heart.

Xiao Yan hugged Lingzhi and walked back to Taishi's mansion from the street, until the majestic gate of the mansion was closed, and the people kneeling all over the long street raised their heads, feeling like a dream.

Manager Liu ordered his servants to bring hot water to the Jingsiyuan immediately, and sent someone to the pharmacy to get some medicine for sores.

He looked at the master and the young master with sweat all over his face, and he didn't stop his work, so he went to find two clothes suitable for the master and the young master.

New charcoal was added to the indoor stove, and the servants were nimble and quick to prepare all the things and send them to the Jingsiyuan. Before the grand master carried the young master into the door, everything was neatly placed.

Xiao Yan sat on the chair, and moved Ling Zhi from his arms to make him lean a little more comfortably.

He said in a hoarse voice: "The clothes on my body are all wet, it's better to change into clean ones first."

Lingzhi's eyelashes were wet, he sat sluggishly and quietly, and did not respond to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan nodded: "Then I will take it as your consent."

Lingzhi trembled slightly, Xiao Yan glanced at him, endured it, and turned around to uncover Lingzhi's robe.

The robe was half removed, and Lingzhi suddenly reached out and pushed Xiao Yan away.

The young man staggered and jumped down from Xiao Yan's arms. His legs and feet were weak, and his feet just touched the ground. As soon as his knees softened, he fell straight down.

The thick blanket made a thud, and Lingzhi's knee was injured when he knocked on the steps while running up to the attic to chase birds not long ago. At this moment, the wound was knocked again, and the blood oozes on the snow-white and delicate skin. Lingzhi is too fragile Yes, this injury made his knee look shocking.

The moment Lingzhi touched the carpet, the man behind him sighed, squatted down beside him with one arm around his waist, and lowered his head to check Lingzhi's knee.

Lingzhi's wound was bleeding, Xiao Yan didn't hug him up quickly to prevent the fluff on the carpet from getting involved in the bleeding.

Moreover, the bleeding hole on Lingzhi's knee was not clean, he fell in the alley mixed with wet cement, and the wound was dirty with the seeping sand.

Xiao Yan first gently lifted Lingzhi's knees, and the arms around his waist were exerting strength in conjunction with this movement, picked up Lingzhi and put him in the seat, pushed up the robe, and folded it on his knees.

Lingzhi's wound hurt, and his stinging knee made him unable to bend his legs and feet to curl himself up.

The two slender and well-proportioned calves had to be lowered vertically from the half-height seat, the posture was lonely and well-behaved, Xiao Yan's disappointment, anger, and helplessness that had just been injured by Lingzhi just now turned into a sigh.

He was helpless to such a Lingzhi, and Lingzhi whimpered, although he did not accuse him severely, but such a weak posture made Xiao Yan's heart ache even more, and he rebuked half a sentence reluctantly, even breathing lightly , lest it would make him frightened, or his whole body would twitch.

Xiao Yan Na Lingzhi was at a loss what to do, he did not dare to move his legs recklessly.

"The knee injury needs to be dealt with urgently. You just sit and wait for a while, the doctor will be there soon."

Lingzhi pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingertips folded in front of her legs, and bowed her head in silence.

Seeing that his hair was still wet, Xiao Yan took off the bath towel sent by the servants sent by Manager Liu, and wiped Lingzhi's wet hair, watching him bit his lip, his face was pale, and his movements were light and fast, almost when the boy was about to throw himself again. Before bleeding from the bite, he hurriedly ended the act of wiping.

Xiao Yan walked around behind the screen, and waited for Lingzhi to quiet down with a picture of a lamp on a snowy night.

Lingzhi trembled all over when he saw him, Xiao Yan stroked the center of his brows, got up after a while, walked around the screen, stood in front of Lingzhi and slightly bent his knees, and said: "First wash your feet with hot water, the doctor will be here soon."

Lingzhi flinched on the collapsed cushion, Xiao Ling backed away: "I won't touch you."

He turned his back: "You soak yourself first."

The doctor quickly came to the Jingsiyuan. Seeing the doctor coming, Lingzhi quickly pulled his red feet out of the basin. The pain from the wound on his knee made his face turn pale again.

His whole body lightened, and he was hugged by Xiao Yan again.

Before Lingzhi pushed him away, Xiao Yan put him lightly on the bed, stepped back a few steps away, and could not see Lingzhi's expression through the silver silk curtain.

The doctor put away the best golden sore medicine in Taishi's mansion for later use, and first cleaned up the sand and mud from Lingzhi's wound.

Xiao Yan said: "Move lightly, he is very afraid of pain."

The doctor nodded again and again, although the movement was very light, but some sand sank deep, and when it came out, Lingzhi bit her lip, her thin body was on the verge of falling.

With a cold face, Xiao Yan helped the young man who was about to fall into the bed into his arms, stared at the doctor tremblingly after administering the medicine with dark eyes, and wanted to ask his subordinates to drag this ignorant doctor down and punish him.

Lingzhi tightly pinched the fingers hanging on her legs, Xiao Yan changed the subject and said, "Everyone back down."

The doctor hurriedly kowtowed and knelt down to thank him, but he didn't know that it was the boy's subconscious reaction that saved him.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at the hot food and soup on the table, and said in a low voice: "You eat for a while, drink the medicine later and take a rest."

He paused: "Lingzhi...you don't want to see me, do you?"

Now that Xiao Yan doesn't leave, Lingzhi doesn't want to move, let alone talking about eating.

Unless he used forceful methods to feed him, but doing so would at best only make Lingzhi spit out all the food he had just eaten.

Xiao Yan was in a dilemma, but he could only choose to retreat temporarily.

****

The rain and fog were damp, and the light rain became thicker at night.

Xiao Yan gave up the bedroom to Lingzhi, and he moved to the attic on one side, looking directly at the window, if Lingzhi wanted to sit behind the window and watch the rain, he would be able to see Lingzhi.

Since Lingzhi woke up, Xiao Yan saw the bright lights in the window, so she couldn't sleep.

But from today, not long after nightfall, the fire in the opposite house was quickly extinguished, and it was pitch black.

Xiao Yan asked the servant what was the matter, and the servant committed the crime: "Young master blew it out by himself."

Xiao Yan said: "Then he didn't rest."

The servant nodded: "Go back to Grand Master, yes..."

Xiao Yan twitched the corners of his lips slightly: "He doesn't even want to light up the lights for me to take a look."

How much do you hate him, or hate him?

The spring rain is pattering, and the water droplets drifting in from the window are cold against the skin.

Lingzhi's body wrapped under the robe trembled slightly, but she insisted not to leave the window, but looked at the continuous rain outside, replaying many scenes in her mind one after another.

After waking up, his memories lived before that day in Wuqing Mountain, no matter what Xiao Yan said, those were not his memories.

He knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him all the time in the dark night, and that person was holding him back and not letting him go back to Wuqing Mountain to be with Junqian.

Thinking of that man's handsome and sinister face, Lingzhi couldn't help but flinch.

He said he was Jun Qian, which was obviously a lie.

His monarch is like the bright moon in the sky, so he will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and will not show a look that makes him afraid.

The corner of Lingzhi's mouth curled up into a weak smile. He didn't know how long he had been leaning on the window when he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

He was startled, and the little servant outside whispered: "Young master, are you asleep? It's cold in the spring and it's easy to get cold these days, I hope you can rest early."

The servant was worried, this is what the grand master ordered him to come over to the young master with a sullen face. The grand master said that the young master must lean outside the window to blow the wind, and told him to ask the young master to go back to the bed to rest.

Lingzhi quietly looked in the direction of the door, her whole body was submerged in the night, she hung her head in silence.

After a long while, the servant burst into tears, hearing the immature voice was still young.

"Young master, I beg you to rest as soon as possible, if... If you don't rest, tomorrow I will be punished."

……

Lingzhi returned to the bed with soft steps.

He missed Junqian so much, and his Junqian was killed by the bad guy who forced him.

Hot tears fell into the pillow, and Lingzhi once again fell into a dream of nothingness and confusion.

For three days in a row, Lingzhi did not see Xiao Yan again.

Mr. Liu personally prepares hot water for him to wash and wash every day, and eats a lot of food and fruits.

Lingzhi still ate very little, and drank very little medicinal soup. When he was really hungry, he ate a few fruits. He ate slowly, and a thumb-sized fruit could be chewed quietly for a long time. Manager Liu saw All in a hurry.

In fact, Lingzhi didn't particularly want to eat. He ate fruit because he missed everything about Wuqing Mountain too much. He ate fruit because of the memory of Wuqing Mountain.

Therefore, Lingzhi's already weak body recovered because he did not get a good environment to rest, and he became thinner and thinner. Hei Lingling's eyes lost their vitality, his face was thin and sharp, and his eyes were bigger and pitiful.

Xiao Yan saw all this, but was powerless to change it.

He hoped that Lingzhi could at least rest in peace when he couldn't see him, if he really wanted to go back to Wuqing Mountain...

If he really wanted to go back, Xiao Yan could send someone to take him up the mountain safely.

But how can Lingzhi drag this body to walk now, Xiao Yan hides patiently in every possible way, trying not to appear in Lingzhi's sight, but he will never let him go.

With such a weak posture, he was afraid that he would be unconscious if he could not walk half of Yandu City, how could he follow Lingzhi's mind.

Lingzhi hated him more than a little, if he can stay in the Grand Master's Mansion, he will take care of his body first, let's wait for the rest to see later.

Xiao Yan thought so, but during the day, when he saw Lingzhi's thinner and thinner posture, the forbearance and sullenness in his heart also gradually deepened.

The grand master was angry, the servants in the mansion were having a hard time, and they were trembling, fearing that their breathing would be a little loud and the grand master would be punished.

Everyone in the mansion was in danger, and this tight string was completely broken on the day Lingzhi couldn't wake up.

**

The first person who found out that the young master could not wake up was the little servant who comforted the young master to rest that night.

According to Manager Liu's instructions, the little slave will deliver snacks to the young master three times a day. The pastries made by the back kitchen are becoming more and more exquisite. There are any fruit-shaped desserts, but they are not allowed to look like small animals, saying that the young master can't bear to eat them.

He sent snacks to the young master, but he didn't see the young master's slender and frail figure watching the rain behind the window, and there was no movement behind the silver silk curtain. He took a closer look, only to find that the young master's face was flushed and his lips were white in the slightly raised quilt. amazing.

The little servant was so frightened that he ran to tell Mr. Liu, and Mr. Liu hurriedly asked someone to go to Shuge to invite the grand master.

When Xiao Yan hurried back to the Jingsiyuan, her heartbeat stopped for a few beats. Under the scattered silver silk curtains, the young man was still sleeping quietly and obediently, but he was not angry at all.

He glanced at Manager Liu fiercely, and Manager Liu hurriedly said: "The doctor has been invited to come."

Xiao Yan said coldly: "Go to the plum garden, and Mei Ruobai must be tied up as soon as possible."

Before the plum garden was unsealed and the people locked in the courtyard hadn't responded, the hidden guards of the Grand Master's Mansion set up their young master's wheelchair, and in the blink of an eye, the young master disappeared.

The drug boys all looked at each other, and after realizing it, they stammered and shouted: "Tie, kidnap someone—help—"

Mei Ruobai, who was "tied" away with a wheelchair, was calm and relaxed. When the Meiyuan was closed, he simply read in the yard. In the past, he was too busy with medicine. I read the books I wanted to read one by one.

The secret guard's skill is profound, even if Mei Ruobai's wheelchair is flying in the air, it is still stable.

He said: "If the grand master wants Caomin to come to the mansion for consultation, please bring Caomin's medicine box."

Mei Ruobai's visits to the doctor are not for nothing, so she will naturally negotiate conditions with Xiao Yan.

The Mei family has a gold medal for avoiding death bestowed by the former emperor, so the huge plum garden has been peaceful and worry-free for more than a hundred years, only this time it was made things difficult by Xiao Yan.

And Xiao Yan is really smart, he just sealed off Meiyuan so that people can stay at home, without threatening their lives, let alone hurting anyone. If this matter is pursued, Meiyuan will not get any benefits from the Grand Master's Mansion, and even make enemies.

The secret guard quickly sent Mei Ruobai to the Jingsiyuan, and put his medicine box beside him intact.

Mei Ruobai glanced into the room, and saw Grand Master Xiao sitting beside the bed, holding a pair of slender jade white hands tightly.

That wrist is extremely thin and feeble, one can tell at a glance that his body is extremely weak.

Xiao Yan turned his attention to Mei Ruobai. When Xiao Yan came from Shuge just now, he looked like a banished immortal. At this moment, his brows and eyes were slightly red, as if he was trying his best to suppress the chaos and arrogance in his body.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Please trouble Dr. Mei, please save him."

Mei Ruobai didn't move, Xiao Yan turned his face to look at the young man, his tone returned to calm, and said: "I should promise Meiyuan, of course there will be no less."

He didn't name Mei Ruobai, but Mei Yuan.

Xiao Yan knew that what Mei Ruobai cared about was not just himself, but the whole medicine garden, so he knew what to give to the other party.

Mei Ruobai smiled slightly: "So, thank you Grand Master."

Taking the initiative to threaten Xiao Yan, it is better to ask Xiao Yan to make a promise to himself. Mei Ruobai took the medicine box and pushed the wheelchair close to the bed. His eyes fell on the figure wrapped in bedding, and his eyes could not help but pause.

Mei Ruobai took the boy's pulse as usual, then put the back of her hand on the boy's red and hot forehead, and gently opened his eyes.

After a while, Mei Ruobai said: "Does the grand master have something to talk to the grass people alone?"

Xiao Yan stared at Mei Ruobai, and quietly told everyone to leave the Jingsiyuan.

Mei Ruobai didn't change her expression, and said: "The grand master had blood deficiency a few days ago, maybe he took blood and fed him."

Xiao Yan narrowed his deep eyes slightly.

Mei Ruobai said: "Although his pulse condition is similar to that of ordinary people, there is an extremely small difference, and the breath on his body is unique to the smell emitted by that strange Ganoderma lucidum..."

"Although Caomin studied medical books hard, he didn't study stupidly. He also heard a little about those strange stories."

Xiao Yan looked at him: "Even if there is a gold medal for avoiding death bestowed by the former emperor, if I take your life in private, no one will be able to check." '

Mei Ruobai flicked her sleeves: "The Grand Master won't."

Xiao Yan glanced at his face: "Save him."

Mei Ruobai said: "It's hard to save it with ordinary people's methods. You can feed it the way the grand master used to feed it."

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered slightly: "I will take blood and feed him now."

Mei Ruobai said: "Wait a minute, the young master drank the grand master's blood like that."

Xiao Yan stared at Lingzhi: "At that time, he was still a Ganoderma lucidum."

Mei Ruobai: "Then let him go back. If Caomin is not wrong, Ganoderma lucidum is his breeding ground, and the blood of the grand master is the nourishment, and both are indispensable."

Xiao Yan touched Lingzhi's flushed and hot cheeks, and said hoarsely, "How can I let you go back?"

After Lingzhi came out, she never returned to the Ganoderma lucidum. Xiao Yan leaned over and leaned into the young man's soft and ruddy ear, and begged in a low voice: "Go back, please, and become a little Ganoderma lucidum to take care of your body."

After half a quarter of an hour, the boy was still lying quietly in the bedding, and did not return to the Ganoderma lucidum.

Xiao Yan was silent.

Then he tried his best to bend a gentle eyebrow.

He guessed that Lingzhi might not want to survive at all, or he just wanted to go back to Wuqing Mountain.

He softly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Lingzhi, Junqian... he left something for you before he was killed by this official. Don't you want to take it from this official after you recover your health?"

Mei Ruobai's evasive eyes paused slightly.

At the same time, Lingzhi raised her misty eyelashes tremblingly.

He stared at the man in front of him in a daze, his lips moved intermittently.

"...Give me back Junqian's things."

After finishing speaking, Lingzhi disappeared from Xiao Yan's eyes, and Ganoderma lucidum shook the umbrella cover on the flowerpot placed on the desk.

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and put away the bleak smile on his brows and eyes.

In this way, even if you admit that you are the murderer who killed Xiao Junqian, it doesn't matter, if Lingzhi hates him... then hate him...

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you everyone~

The grand master doesn't even know how to feed Ganoderma lucidum, it's too stupid.

Big (V) eyed Zizai put a picture of raising Lingzhi in pots, and the cover is an incomplete version~

感谢在2022-04-2023:25:08~2022-04-2123:17:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Sanjin Sanjin Sanjinjin, 42112956, ‐Nuo/Y. , Gu Rui, 47399317, 1 bottle of Mr. Shen's Zhanhundao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!