Small Lingzhi

Chapter 36 Dazed

When there is a lot of rain in spring, there will be more dreams.

Xiao Yan slept lightly, but his dreams became intermittent.

When Lingzhi disappeared at the beginning, he frequently heard Lingzhi crying out in pain in his dreams, the sound was as soft as a cat meowing, sad and wronged.

He couldn't hear the extreme sadness contained in that voice, so he hugged her tightly, and the dream fell apart.

When Xiao Yan woke up from the emptiness of the dream, her whole body was light and light, and she opened her eyes to try to find the source of the sound, but every time she found no shadow.

After growing Ganoderma lucidum, Xiao Yan could rarely take his eyes off.

He wants to see the little Ganoderma lucidum all the time, so there will be a weak and dim light in the room every night.Gently, very gentle, Lingzhi likes these gentle things.

After Xiao Yan cultivated Ganoderma lucidum, the dream of Lingzhi repeatedly crying out for pain became rare.

He couldn't even dream of Lingzhi.

But when he missed Lingzhi, he always wanted to have that dream back.

The light in the room was very dim at the moment,

Xiao Yan fed Ganoderma lucidum with heart blood until it was exhausted, and she was in a trance.

Even if it was a dream I had before, I didn't dare to think that it really changed back to a human form.

Xiao Yan leaned forward, and vaguely smelled the fragrance of medicine in the young man's hair, as well as his faint breath.

He suddenly clenched the slender and soft waist in his arms, held his breath, and looked at the young man's pure black eyes.

When Xiao Yan was feeding the little Ganoderma lucidum, she would take extra care every time she held up the flower pot, for fear of dropping it and caring for it as a fragile product.

Now that he has embraced the real Lingzhi, he can't wait to rub him into his flesh and blood with all his strength.

After a long time, Xiao Yan let out a sigh.

"Not a dream."

The spring rain was lingering, and Xiao Yan's arms were filled with the softness of a young man.

This overlaps with the picture of the two sleeping together on Wuqing Mountain. There is no moment for Xiao Yan to be full of tenderness and sweetness at this moment, and joy is almost overflowing from his curved eyes.

Xiao Yan hugged him tighter and tighter, and the fragrance of the medicine seemed to be a potion to stimulate desire/sea.

He embraced Lingzhi completely, rubbing his ears and temples with Lingzhi, exhaled hot breath from his lips, and pressed it against Lingzhi's tender and delicate face.

Just as Xiao Yan was about to kiss Lingzhi's lips, he saw those two soft, bright red lips biting tightly, and Hei Lingling's eyes were blank.

The tighter Xiao Yan hugged her, Lingzhi trembled more violently, and all the faint blood on her cheeks faded away.

Lingzhi stared at Xiao Yan blankly, as if she was looking at him, but also as if she didn't see him.

The young man's empty gaze seemed to look past Xiao Yan to see something different, his white teeth bit his lips, and the soft lips were quickly broken.

Bright red blood slid down the corners of Lingzhi's mouth and landed on the shallow beauty groove on her chin.

At that time, Xiao Yan loved this beauty ditch so much that the boy would blush a few times if he rubbed it with his fingertips a few times.

Xiao Yan regained consciousness from the gentle and sweet hysteria, and quickly wiped away the blood stains on Lingzhi's beauty ditch with her fingertips.

"Lingzhi, Lingzhi, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yan hugged the young man in his arms and stood up. The young man's legs were soft and folded on him as if he had no strength.

Facing Shang Lingzhi's empty eyes, Xiao Yan's heart trembled.

Xiao Yan even forgot to command the servants outside the house. He got up to brighten the lights, but he couldn't let go of the person in his arms.

Xiao Yan simply picked up Lingzhi's slender body and lit the lamp. When the room was bright, he could clearly see Lingzhi's facial features and expression.

"Lingzhi, it's me."

Xiao Yan sat on the bed, picked up Lingzhi, put her in her arms and sat down.

The boy's body was unbelievably soft, and his consciousness seemed to be lost.

Without thinking, he lifted Lingzhi's chin, and he became thinner. His round face, which seemed sensual to the touch, was much sharper, and Hei Lingling's eyes looked bigger, confused and scattered.

Xiao Yan called out a few more times, Lingzhi just looked at him dully, more like bewildered than ignorant.

Xiao Yan's heart tightened, she held Ling Zhi's white wrist, pulled up the silky and soft quilt to wrap him tightly, and embraced him again.

He said in a low voice: "I am Junqian, your favorite Xiao Junqian."

Lingzhi's eyelashes drooped, her pupils were dull.His ankle-length black hair fell softly. He looked very cute and quiet, but also weird, as if he didn't recognize Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but clenched Lingzhi's wrist: "I am Junqian, look up at me."

When Lingzhi heard the word "Junqian", her eyelashes trembled.

His whole body was trembling violently, his wet eyelashes opened and closed tightly again.

Lingzhi sucked in a tight breath, and the grasped wrist began to struggle vigorously.

The boy's feeble voice was meowing like a kitten.

"It hurts, it hurts...it hurts so much, let me go... let me go..."

The trembling lips kept clenching, and the corners of Lingzhi's lips soon ooze fine blood beads, and the snow-white wrist was even more scarred by Xiao Yan's grip. Made it alive.

Xiao Yan loosened the restraint on Lingzhi, and hugged him lightly through the quilt.

The two hugged each other seamlessly. If it was in the past, Lingzhi wished that she could put all of herself in Xiao Yan's arms all the time, not like this time.

Although Lingzhi didn't try to resist, she didn't look at people directly, and didn't respond to Xiao Yan's hug.

Xiao Yan was startled slightly.

No, Lingzhi responded.

Lingzhi is trembling,

Although the boy's hands, feet and body were limp and lacked strength, his whole body was stiff, obviously not relaxing after seeing Xiao Yan, his pupils constricted, and he entered a state of vigilance.

"Lingzhi, open your eyes and see who I am?"

Xiao Yan talked to Lingzhi almost in a coaxing tone, hoping that Lingzhi would give him some reaction.

"I'm Xiao Junqian, your favorite Xiao Junqian, remember?"

Lingzhi's wet eyelashes trembled rapidly, he opened his eyes, and looked blankly at the handsome face of the man who was close at hand.

Lingzhi raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, then quickly tightened her lips, bit her lips and shook her head.

"No, no..."

His voice was intermittent, and he said lightly: "Jun, Junqian is dead..."

Ling Zhi's large and lifeless eyes looked at Xiao Yan, but there was no trace of sobriety and joy at all.

Xiao Yan hoarse, and tried to explain.

Lingzhi shrank back suddenly, he shook his bewildered mind, and met Xiao Yan's deep gaze, which was obviously full of fear for him.

He, he is not Junqian.

Lingzhi frowned meticulously, her face was pale, and many images flashed through her mind chaotically.

Wuqing Mountain, his cave... his cave...

Yes, yes, he remembered correctly.

On the day his Junqian was preparing to marry him, Junqian...Junqian was already dead.

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The rain at the end of spring became dense again, the night was very dark, and the Taishi Mansion was brightly lit.

The Jingsiyuan, which was supposed to be peaceful, was shrouded in panic at this moment.

The rain continued, and the wind blew the flowers and branches all over the yard trembling and shaking.Extending from the door to the corridor, the slaves kneeling on the ground and the imperial doctor who came from the palace.

The people kneeling outside the door did not dare to make a sound, lest the slight movement they made would anger the grand master and cause him to suffer dozens of boards.

The fire in the room is booming, the heating is warm, and there is a scent of elegance and tranquility floating in the air.

Xiao Yan stood outside the hall with a grim expression, his eyes swept over the faces of every imperial doctor.

He turned his gaze, crossed the screen, and stared directly at the wrist protruding weakly from the silver silk curtain.

Lingzhi's wrist was white and thin, as if it would break if touched lightly.

The imperial physician inside had finished his pulse diagnosis, wiped the sweat from his forehead and trotted out, and just met the imperial master's eyebrows and eyes, as if his throat was tightly hooked by a life-hook, trembling all over.

"Teacher, this young master's pulse condition is strange, and there are hidden veins from time to time. It looks like a false fire, he is afraid of cold, his body is weak and weak, and his mind is unstable..."

Xiao Yan interrupted coldly: "Is there any way to save him?"

He narrowed his eyes coldly, and gently reminded: "At least it makes him feel less uncomfortable."

This was Xiao Yan's most euphemistic threat.

Xiao Yan tried his best to suppress his anger and not vent his anger on this group of imperial doctors who couldn't see the reason after seeing a doctor. He didn't care if he couldn't cure Lingzhi, but at least he had to find a way to relieve Lingzhi's pain.

The imperial doctor nodded quickly: "The old minister will prescribe the medicine immediately."

Xiao Yan's complexion improved a little, and he went to sit outside the silver silk curtain and sat down, clenched that limp hand, trying to make him warmer.

After the imperial physician wrote the prescription, Manager Liu quickly took it and hurried to the back kitchen.

Spices have the effect of helping sleep, obviously useless to the teenager in the bed.

Lingzhi's tightly pursed lips moved, and she spit out an indistinct dream.

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't speak any precise words at all.

Xiao Yan stared at Lingzhi's face all the time, saw that he was frowning and wanted to say something, immediately lifted the silver curtain, almost stuck it to the side of that pale and bloodless cheek, and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to say."

The young man wrapped in the heavy quilt seemed to be very afraid of the cold, Xiao Yan hugged his arms tightly, and put the wrist that was just exposed into the quilt to cover it tightly.

Lingzhi hummed, slightly parted her wet eyelashes, and looked out of focus at the person in front of her dark eyes.

The man's god-like handsome face once made Ling Zhi full of pursuit and attachment, but now his eyes moved, but he was full of panic and uneasiness.

Blood oozed from his clenched lips again, and his jaw was stained red.

Xiao Yan's heart was cold and startled, he said in a low voice: "Calm down, I won't look at you."

The terrified boy took the quilt as his drowning driftwood, and buried his whole face tightly in the quilt, only revealing a little bit of his long and slender neck covered by black hair.

He was in a daze, ignoring the fact that the blood coming out of his lips stained the bedding, he just wanted to hide it, not to let...not to...

Lingzhi shook her body so that the people in front of her would not see it.

Xiao Yan rubbed the center of his brows, and said to the outside world: "Is there a way to stop the blood from the corner of his lips?"

After Lingzhi came out, she became extremely fragile, and her skin would bleed if she bit her lips lightly.Even the wrist he held just now obviously didn't use much strength, the skin on the wrist was shockingly red, and Lingzhi still cried out in pain.

How could Xiao Yan dare to touch him again, so he hugged him gently through the quilt.

Not long after the time passed, Manager Liu came in with the tormented medicinal soup.

On the ebony lacquered end plate, remove the decoction, and put a round white porcelain jade plate.

There is a delicate and delicious Crystal Cloud Cake in the plate. In case the young master is afraid of suffering from the decoction, he can take a piece of Crystal Cloud Cake to relieve symptoms.

Mr. Liu has done things safely, and has soaked the medicine cup with cold water. The temperature is right now, just right for the mouth.

Xiao Yan tried to help Lingzhi up, and wanted to feed him soup and medicine.

Lingzhi didn't cooperate, but instead drilled deeper into it.

Manager Liu didn't hear anything, and concentrated on lifting the medicine tray.

If so, it is inevitable to hear their master, the master who can decide anyone's life and death in the Grand Master's Mansion with just a word, coaxing the young man out softly.

Mr. Liu's ears trembled, his face tensed.

Seeing that the boy refused to come out, Xiao Yan had no choice but to dig him out of the quilt gently and forcefully.

He wrapped his hands around the trembling body, almost bowed his posture: "Lingzhi, drink a little, and you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking the medicine. Would you like to drink a little?"

He said again: "I don't look at you, and you don't look at me."

After a while, Lingzhi, who couldn't escape from Xiao Yan's arms, didn't shake too much. Seeing this, Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to take the spoon.

The soup was fed to Lingzhi's blood-congealed lips, Lingzhi hurriedly grasped it, and tightly hugged Xiao Yan's arm with both hands.

Half coercing and half coaxing, Xiao Yan gave the boy a mouthful of decoction.

The medicine was bitter, Lingzhi wrinkled her pale face on the spot, her head kept shaking, no matter how Xiao Yan fed her, she refused to take a second sip.

Xiao Yan restrained his movements with one hand, then half-forced the spoon to pry open Lingzhi's soft lips, and pressed the medicinal soup into it.

"Be obedient, swallow it and you will be fine."

The man's voice was gentle, and when Lingzhi heard it, she was in a trance for a while, then her whole body stiffened and trembled violently.

Xiao Yan fed the third sip of the soup, and if the delay continued, the soup would be cold.

"Hey, have a few more sips."

Lingzhi suppressed the shaking of her body, without struggling, she opened her mouth obediently with her eyes lowered, and carefully swallowed the soup that Xiao Yan fed.

The spring is cold and damp, and although the stove is burning indoors to keep warm, the heat does not make people sweat.

And the young man's face was snow-white, and the black hair that hung softly on his face became blacker.

Sweat dampened the ends of his hair, his hands and feet were limp, but cold to hold.

Xiao Yan feeds it, and Lingzhi drinks it.

The young man's eyes were closed tightly, his crow-black eyelashes fluttered wildly, he took a tight breath, and his pale face flushed instantly because of holding back for a long time.

Immediately, Lingzhi spit out all the half cup of decoction that Xiao Yan had managed to feed, blood oozing again from the corner of her bitten lip.

He yelled for cold and pain, with a fragile appearance of unbearable pain, and he couldn't avoid Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's arms around Lingzhi's body were stiff, and she didn't know what to do.

For a moment, there was silence in the room, Lingzhi's voice was pitiful, and it was exactly the same as the voice that Xiao Yan had heard in his dream.

Manager Liu carried the newly purchased bedding in his arms, warmed it up, and smelled faintly of incense.

A little servant who ran in quickly took the quilt from the bed, Manager Liu spread it quickly, Xiao Yan remained silent, and gently put Lingzhi back on the bed, wrapping him up with the quilt.

Xiao Yan didn't look back at the young man who buried himself in the bedding from head to toe, he put down the silver silk curtain, calmly exited this space, and temporarily left this confused and fearful little Ganoderma lucidum alone for a while.

Director Liu followed closely behind the master, and before reaching the main hall, Xiao Yan turned his hand to pick up the remaining half cup of medicinal soup on the tray, and threw it towards the door with a gloomy expression.

The porcelain white jade cup shattered to the ground, and the soup splashed, shocking the imperial physicians and servants who were silently kneeling on the ground.

Xiao Yan said coldly: "A group of quack doctors, each with fifty boards."

The imperial physicians in the palace kowtowed and begged for mercy. After all, they were quite old, and young people would be incapacitated for dozens of days after being hit by fifty slaps.

"Teacher calm down—"

"Grand Master, please forgive me...please forgive me..."

Xiao Yan's expression was gloomy and cold. Manager Liu looked at the kowtowing imperial doctors in front of him, sighed, and tried to plead with his master.

An hour ago, the master appeared with a thin and pale young man in his arms, and asked him to bring all the imperial doctors in the palace to the house.

The juvenile's illness has not been relieved, and the master is angry. He usually doesn't care who he wants to kill, but now all the imperial doctors in the palace are kneeling in the Jingsi courtyard, and they will beat each of them fifty dozen times. The kung fu is strong, I am afraid that none of them can survive.

What is it called when the imperial doctor in the palace dies suddenly in the Grand Master's Mansion overnight?

Even if the master will suppress the courtiers to silence, maybe the boss is soft-hearted, looking at the old man who is the same age as himself, he doesn't want them to end up in the tragic end of being beaten to death in their later years.

After listening to Director Liu's intercession, Xiao Yan said calmly: "You like to inspire the heart of a bodhisattva."

Manager Liu leaned over to salute: "I don't dare." Just this once, he didn't make a sound.

Xiao Yan didn't even look at the imperial doctor on the ground: "Fifteen boards per person."

The penalty was reduced, but the ones who got started were all hidden guards. Even if the fifteen boards didn't kill the imperial doctors, they still had to stay in bed for dozens of days.

There were screams one after another in the Grand Master's mansion in the middle of the night, and the servants knelt on the ground trembling, their faces wishing to get into the cracks in the ground, hoping that the Grand Master would bypass them.

Xiao Yan glanced sideways at the opposite side of the bed, not thinking about the remaining slaves.

Manager Liu recognized his master's expression, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and get down, don't be in a hurry."

The servants who were kneeling in the yard, drenched by the rain, left lightly. They kept their mouths tightly shut, for fear that the cold air they breathed would disturb the Grand Master.

The door was closed, and Xiao Yan stood in the hall, approaching the bed for a while.

Lingzhi, who was hiding in the quilt, stopped shaking, and sat down beside him quietly without making a sound.

The bright light illuminated Xiao Yan's face pale, and his eyes were deep and deep. At this moment, he just sat quietly and watched the slightly raised place on the bed, and he hadn't figured out what to do with Lingzhi.

Lingzhi looked dazed, subconsciously avoiding everything.

If he is too strong to ask the other party to follow his own ideas, the effect will only be counterproductive.

Even coaxing with gentleness is useless.

Lingzhi was afraid of him...

As long as he looked at him and opened his arms at will, he would throw himself into his arms and completely give himself to him. The young man was actually afraid of him.

Xiao Yan pulled out a gentle and affectionate smile from the corner of his mouth, he told himself that Lingzhi was very fragile at the moment, don't let him be frightened so that he can continue to get along well.

He patted the quilt lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lingzhi."

The quilt trembled.

Xiao Yan waited quietly.

Until a pair of wet and black eyes were exposed on the bedding, meeting Xiao Yan's extremely soft eyebrows, his pupils shook.

Xiao Yan tightened her throat, and the wound on her heart began to hurt faintly.

He glanced at his face and withdrew his hands from the bedding.

"I'm Junqian...don't be afraid of me."

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all! !

Watching online when a grand master is crazy, he must restrain his madness, when he is angry, he must restrain his anger, if he is jealous, he must restrain his jealousy, and if he is injured, he must pretend not to be hurt~

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