Small Lingzhi

Chapter 38

Director Liu has been working in the Grand Master's Mansion for a long time, and he is used to his master's decisive and resolute methods. This is the first time he has encountered this situation.

The young master in the house is too weak, and he can't deal with it at all with the tough methods in the past. Let's coax him softly, but he is in a daze, and doesn't respond to anyone's words.

The master and servant were thinking hard about how to deal with it when there was a muffled noise in the room.

Xiao Yan immediately stepped into the room, the young man Xu was leaning against the edge of the bed, his thoughts drifted away, and he fell backwards from the bed without paying attention, lying on the thick and soft blanket, and fell silently.

Wrapped in a snow-white fox cloak, Lingzhi tried to crawl out by herself.

But just now Xiao Yan was worried that the cold would hit him, the fox cloak wrapped him tightly from neck to feet, Lingzhi didn't have much strength left in his hands, struggling, but made no progress.

He didn't seem to understand what was wrong, stared blankly at the fluff surrounding his neck, and sneezed sullenly.

Seeing this situation, Xiao Yan swept away Cai Cai's cunt, couldn't help but walk in front of Ling Zhi, and hugged him horizontally.

Lingzhi stared at him with wet eyes, and kicked her legs accordingly.

Xiao Yan said: "Don't be nervous, I won't touch you."

Xiao Yan let Lingzhi go back to the bed and sit down. Lingzhi cried until her eyes were red, the tip of her nose was red, and the bite wound on her lip was covered with scabs. Today's blood scab was only a thin layer, and it was bitten by him just now. Blood oozes around the mouth, pitiful and well-behaved.

Ling Zhi stretched out her legs and kicked Xiao Yan lightly. Xiao Yan knew that she didn't want to approach him, so she got up and ordered Manager Liu to bring in smaller clothes, and said: "Take the cloth that the palace just brought into the mansion. , make some clothes that suit him."

Those cloths are expensive, even rich merchants and merchants can't afford a single cloth after digging out their property.

Manager Liu looked back at the young man sitting quietly on the bedside like a puppet with downcast eyes, and concentrated on doing what his master ordered.

Lingzhi was slender and thin. Manager Liu brought the smallest men's robe in the house and compared it with him. It was barely fit, but Lingzhi was too thin and still a little loose.

Xiao Yan waited outside the screen, looking in at the hazy figure through the snowy night with a lantern in front of him, wondering if Lingzhi could accept his kindness.

At this moment, Director Liu took the clothes and placed them in Lingzhi's hands lightly.

"Young master, it's cold and damp in spring, how about some extra clothes?"

Lingzhi hid her hands and feet in the fox cloak and did not move.

Manager Liu turned his head and looked out of the screen, and Lingzhi followed Manager Liu's line of sight and landed on the shadow.

He stared without blinking, and held out a hand.

The fabric of the clothes is soft and warm, with a layer of soft fluff inside, and it is very comfortable to touch and brush gently with the palm of your hand.

Lingzhi remembered that he was very fierce to it, but gave it the cave. In order to save it, the spotted giant tiger was shot by an arrow. He picked up the soft and delicate robe and threw it out.

The gown was too light, and it couldn't be thrown very far, and it swayed slowly to the bottom of the screen.

Director Liu exclaimed: "Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't wear it, why did you lose it, young master?"

He was just beginning to speak, and when he picked up a robe, he turned his head and saw two lines of tears streaming down Lingzhi's cheeks.

Manager Liu was helpless, and was about to report to his master, Xiao Yan had already walked around the screen, looking at the tears that kept gushing from the corners of Lingzhi's eyes, he took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it off for him.

Lingzhi pushed Xiao Yan's hand away, her red eyes couldn't see clearly through the mist of tears.

With a surge of energy, he threw himself into Xiao Yan's arms, pressed down one of Xiao Yan's arms with both arms, and opened his mouth to bite.

Lingzhi bit her mouth with all her strength, and after a while, Xiao Yan's wrist was bleeding.

Manager Liu was surprised and wanted to drag Lingzhi away.

Xiao Yan shook his head, motioning to Mr. Liu not to move.

Manager Liu was worried: "But the master is injured..."

Xiao Yan said lightly: "Let him bite."

After he paused, the mist of tears in Lingzhi's eyes dissipated, and when he blinked, hot tears rolled down the back of Xiao Yan's hands, just like the spring rain outside the window, rolling down non-stop.

Lingzhi bit Xiao Yan's arm and didn't let go. He bit it for the big tiger.

In order to save it, the big tiger still led it to avoid hunting under the heavy rain after being hit by the arrow. Is the tiger dead?

Lingzhi was infatuated, was the big tiger shot to death for saving it...

He thinks that the ganoderma is lonely, and the ganoderma of the same kind will only be absorbed by it when raised with it, so Lingzhi has never been close to the ganoderma, and for countless times, there is only one ganoderma.

Only the birds and beasts in the mountains can be friends with it.

But the person in front of him would kill his friends as soon as he said he wanted to.

He is the worst person Lingzhi has ever known, but this worst person was brought back to the cave by him.

If he had not retrieved the man, the mountain beasts would not have died, their carcasses would not have been left in the root jungle.

A long-tailed bird will not be pecked off half of its body by an eagle, and a giant striped tiger will not be hunted down for saving it.

The rolling tears soaked the back of Xiao Yan's hands, and Lingzhi cried until her body twitched.

He wanted his ganoderma to live, and he obediently gave it to him.

Why are you raising him now, why are you bringing him back. ,

If this person doesn't bring him back, he and Junqian can stay in Wuqing Mountain forever.

His monarch only lived on Wuqing Mountain, but now he has nothing.

Lingzhi felt sad, raised her tear-stained cheeks, closed her eyes, and fell over again.

Xiao Yan hurriedly followed Lingzhi, with one arm resting on the back of his neck and the other embracing half of his limp body.

Lingzhi's breath was weak, the tip of his red nose fluttered, and his breathing was rapid, as if he was about to faint again.

Xiao Yan pressed her fingertips on Lingzhiren, seeing that he was not completely unconscious, but still retained a trace of weak consciousness, so she hugged him tightly.

"Can I have a few sips of soup first?"

Xiao Yan was worried that Lingzhi would faint again. After waking up, he was weak and did not eat to replenish his strength. After such a long period of exhaustion and fainting, he was afraid that something would happen to his body.

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Xiao Yan ordered Manager Liu to remove the Ningshen incense from the house, and go to the pharmacy to grab a few freshly picked Anran herbs and put them in a vase.

Lingzhi's cheeks were red, and his tentacles were hot, but his whole body was shaking, trembling with fear, and shivering with fear of the cold.

The indoor stove has been turned up to the maximum, adding more weight will be harmful to the body.

Xiao Yan's hair was covered with sweat, and his mouth was dry, but the effect was not obvious to Lingzhi.

He lowered his eyes, and flexibly unbuttoned his clothes with his slender fingertips, brought Lingzhi close to his body, and parted some of his hair to cover the scar on his heart.

Lingzhi was half-drowned and half-awake, her posture was well-behaved, and she didn't move.

Xiao Yan hugged him tightly with half an arm, and personally tasted the Warm Bushi Soup that was just delivered. It tasted delicate and sweet, and it was boiled with a very small amount of meat and bones.

He didn't make a sound, and Lingzhi would have a mentality of resistance when he heard his voice.

So she just put the spoon on Lingzhi's lips, and when Lingzhi opened her mouth, she fed him slowly.

Lingzhi was groggy, but she didn't fall into a coma completely.He landed in a warm place in nothingness, his body limp and in desperate need of nourishment.

The scent on his lips made him open his mouth, the soup entered his throat, and he took a second mouthful.

Xiao Yan didn't feed more soup, and the small gu soup that took several hours to boil stopped after the sixth mouthful.

Lingzhi vomited after drinking a little concoction before, but he did not extend the limit of Lingzhi's acceptance, and told Manager Liu: "Put it away."

Seeing that the young master in the master's arms hadn't vomited and was obediently pillowing on the side of the master's neck with a flushed face, Mr. Liu felt more at ease.

"Young master didn't vomit, do you want me to bring some more medicinal soup?"

Xiao Yan stretched both palms into the fox cloak, wrapping Lingzhi's hands in the palms.

"He can't drink too much at once, he can drink a few mouthfuls of soup to replenish his strength."

Lingzhi's appetite is smaller than that of a cat, coupled with resistance, it is best to let him accept it step by step, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

Manager Liu said again: "The clothes..."

Xiao Yan glanced at him, and the old housekeeper quickly lowered his head: "The old servant has gone out."

Mr. Liu didn't know his eyes just now, what kind of clothes does the young master need at this moment, their master hugs him personally to keep warm with his body, which is the most suitable way.

In the house, only the sound of light rain coming from the window can be heard, and Xiao Yan's breathing against Xiao Yan's neck is small, with a slight residual warmth, like feathers falling on the skin.

Xiao Yan ate the remaining two plates of exquisite snacks on the tray, and then hugged the sleepy Lingzhi tightly and lay down on the bed. He wanted to lift Lingzhi's face up to have a look, but if he made a slight movement, Lingzhi would feel uneasy. give up.

At this moment, as if returning to the cave in Wuqing Mountain again, Xiao Yan and the boy in his arms get along day and night, hugging and sleeping together at night.

He let go of one palm covering Lingzhi's hands, and leaned into the clothes that were wider than Lingzhi's thin and slender body. Gently and slowly, the butterfly bone was covered by a thin layer of skin, and then down, even the ribs All easily touched.

Lingzhi was really too thin, even thinner than a wild cat suffering from hunger on the side of the road.

Fortunately, he can hold this light weight in his arms at this moment.

Xiao Yan's eyes were heavy, and he hadn't rested since his spirit took shape.

It was all quiet now, he hugged the boy in his arms tightly, and fell asleep with him.

The servants of the Jingsiyuan were gently sweeping away the fallen leaves after the rain. Director Liu was waiting outside the door. He knocked on the door once earlier, but the Grand Master told him to wait, so he waited until now.

After breakfast, it was the first time for their master to sleep for so long.

Mr. Liu was almost standing on his feet, so he got the master's permission to bring several pots of warm water into the house.

Xiao Yan's hair fell out of her plain clothes, and she turned her head to look at the slightly raised bedding in the bed several times while washing.

He walked to the main hall: "Order people to prepare food and clothes, don't disturb him."

After better clothes and a simple hair tie, Xiao Yan walked back to the bed again. The young man was sleepy and did not forget to hide his face tightly. He leaned over to dig out the other's face for some ventilation, and when he touched it, he began to tremble.

Xiao Yan sighed and didn't touch again.

The news that Taishi punished the imperial doctor with a cane due to illness and was ordered by the emperor to shut up in the mansion to think about his mistakes spread in the court. Not long after the early court ended, two ministers came to secretly visit Taishi's mansion.

Manager Liu finished the report and waited for his master to reply, Xiao Yan smiled: "I am thinking about my mistakes behind closed doors, no see."

He added: "Tell them to go back and wait."

Xiao Yan's confidants set up an eyeliner for any movement of the court, so he does not go to the palace, but every day something will pass to him.

Seeing or not seeing this group of old officials depends on his mood, and these old officials speak in a rigid and polite manner, Xiao Yan is too lazy to talk to them.

Xiao Yan went to Shuge, summoned several confidants, and started to deal with official affairs.

At the same time, Mr. Liu was holding the warmly ironed robe in his arms. The young man who was sitting in the futon in a daze after he couldn't wake up, changed his words and said, "The Grand Master is not here, my lord... Don't be afraid."

Lingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she really had a sense of resistance.

Manager Liu sighed deeply, in order to serve Lingzhi and let him get dressed, he could only make up some nonsense for this young master.

"The grand master is out, and he won't see what he does."

The robe is soft and very warm.

Lingzhi's pointed and thin chin rested in front of her knees, and after a while, she stretched out two fingers and gently pulled the robe lying quietly at her feet.

Seeing this, Director Liu hurriedly walked to the back of the screen, and there was a rustling sound from inside. Seeing that Lingzhi was willing to put on clothes, he finally felt a little relieved.

But Director Liu was happy too early, and he couldn't laugh for a moment, and the muffled sobbing that could make people feel sad came again.

"My son... my son..."

Lingzhi opened her tear-filled eyes, and a name came out of her mouth intermittently.

"Jun, Junqian."

Lingzhi knows how to wear clothes, and it was Jun Qian who taught him how to wear clothes.

But he can't always dress well, so Jun Qian will gently tidy up his clothes for him every now and then, and even tie his hair.

He dressed lazily all day, and Jun Qian would dress him up every day, and when he finished dressing obediently, he held his face and kissed his forehead and lips.

Xiao Junqian, who was so good, is dead.

The butler was helpless, and at the same time couldn't figure it out.

Why does the young master avoid the master and is frightened, but calls the master's nickname at this moment.

Manager Liu said tentatively: "Young master, this old servant will call the master over for you?"

Lingzhi suddenly raised her pale lower face, her eyes frightened.

Manager Liu hurriedly said: "Don't call him, the old slave doesn't call the master, don't be afraid."

He said again: "Are you hungry? The snacks are all brought into the house. Do you want to have a few bites?"

Lingzhi glanced over the several dishes on the table, her lips moved slightly.

He uttered a few words softly and with difficulty.

"I want fruit..." and grass leaves.

He opened his eyes full of tears, and the steward hurried out and ordered the servants to bring over a portion of all the fruits in the mansion, as soon as possible.

After a while, all kinds of delicious fruits appeared on the white porcelain and jade plates on the table. Lingzhi looked at them in a daze, and under Mr. Liu's expectant eyes, he reached out hesitantly and only took a few small and bright red Yingtao.

The flesh of Yingtao is small, so you don't need to open your mouth much to fill your stomach.

Manager Liu hesitated to speak, but the young master was willing to take the initiative to eat better than anything else.

There was a little rain falling outside the Xuan window, Lingzhi was lying on the couch, curled up like a weak kitten, looking out the window, in a daze, and when she regained consciousness, she wiped that little Yingtao with her sleeve, Put it in your mouth and chew slowly.

This fruit is also found in Wuqing Mountain. Although it is not as sweet as the one in his hand, he prefers to eat the sour and sweet fruits in the mountain.

Lingzhi took a bite, and a teardrop rolled down. Manager Liu was so distressed that he almost sighed.

The bird whose wings were injured all the time shook the rain and fell on the corridor of the attic, and the sound of flapping wings alarmed Lingzhi.

Lingzhi stared blankly at the bird that happened to tilt its head to look at it, with its lips slightly parted, turned around and ran out of the house.

His feet were exposed to the air, and he stepped on the cool and damp corridor, and the floating veil almost tripped him.

Director Liu and a few servants followed nervously behind him, but they didn't dare to disturb him by yelling.

"Where are you going, little boy?"

"Young master, run slowly and be careful not to fall..."

Lingzhi ran up to the attic and stumbled on the stairs, his knees were so painful, he bit his lip and endured it, seeing the bird with the injured wing seemed to be waiting for him, he carefully approached it clutching his knees .

Manager Liu and the servants stood at one end, and Qi Qi watched in a daze as Lingzhi tore off the cloth of his robe, and lightly made a simple bandage for the bird's injured wing with his fingers.

As soon as Lingzhi let go of his hand, the bird immediately flew high, hovered in the air and chirped at him, flew away, and turned back to chirp again.

Lingzhi opened her eyes wide, and immediately ran downstairs, chasing and running in the direction of the bird.

No one dared to stop Ling Zhi, they all followed behind him.

But his body was weak and he didn't have the strength to run far.

It was only half a street away from the back door, and Lingzhi could no longer catch up with the bird's shadow. He looked around stupidly, and someone around saw him fall and was about to help him, but was surrounded by a group of people.

Manager Liu sent his servants to inform the grand master, and he led his men to catch up.

He saw that Lingzhi lay motionless on the ground, like an abandoned stray cat in the water, with his head drooping and his shoulders twitching slightly.

Mr. Liu said: "Young master, follow the old slave back to rest, the ground is wet and cold."

The road paved with bluestone slabs was moist with water, and Xiao Yan, who rushed over, ignored the slaves and commoners who knelt down in unison, put his hands through Lingzhi's back knees and picked him up, half of the boy in his arms was on the street The water got wet.

"Lingzhi, what are you going to do—"

Xiao Yan was startled, she didn't expect that Lingzhi would prop up her weak body and run out of Taishi's mansion recklessly.

The young man raised his pale and wet face, his eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of small flames.

In a daze, he saw people kneeling all around him. They were afraid and admiring, kowtowing to this man.

Lingzhi slightly turned her face away, feeling that the man in front of her was strange.

He murmured: "I want to go back to Wuqing Mountain, back to Wuqing Mountain... Junqian is still waiting for me..."

Xiao Yan's heart ached, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Jun Qian is here, can you see me?"

Lingzhi's eyes flickered, and the little flame burned brighter and brighter.

He stared at the man's handsome face, groaned, pushed and beat with his hands desperately, and opened his mouth to bite.

"You killed my long-tailed bird... hurt my big tiger..."

"It was you who killed Junqian, you are a bad person, you give me back Junqian, the tiger and the bird, bad guy, bad guy..."

The position where Lingzhi pushed and hit fell right in front of Xiao Yan's heart. Although he no longer needed to take blood, the long-lasting knife wound did not fully recover so quickly.

Accompanied by Lingzhi's weak weeping and accusations, Xiao Yan couldn't speak any words, and her heart ached unbearably.

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!

Lingzhi likes the gentleness of "Xiao Junqian", but is afraid of "Xiao Yan"'s method of killing whatever he wants.

感谢在2022-04-1923:23:08~2022-04-2023:25:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: three golds, three golds and three catties;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：稚绯62瓶；错藕5瓶；催更办3瓶；谷蕊、42112956、48073110、47399317、沈老师的斩魂刀1瓶；