Small Lingzhi

Chapter 33

The indoor candlelight shone on the wall, Xiao Yan was worried that the little ganoderma would be cooled, so he dropped the heavy veil to block the cold wind and winter scenery outside the window.

He has not treated the wound in front of his chest, the blood coagulates in the cut cut by the knife, slowly flowing along the pale skin, and the firelight illuminates the bleeding place on his chest, which is a bit weird.

Xiao Yan lowered his head and looked at his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish.

He took out the hemostatic ointment from the medicine box, pressed it on the wound and applied it again. The bleeding began to stop, and then he slowly gathered up the messy clothes.

The jade belts on both sides of the man's hair crown fell straight to the side of the black hair, his face was handsome and gentle, his eyes turned into warm wind and drizzle, he was clearly Xiao Junqian on Wuqing Mountain.

But it doesn't seem to be exactly the Xiao Junqian from Wuqing Mountain.

Xiao Yan stood under the lamp, staring quietly at the little Ganoderma lucidum in the porcelain basin.

The bright red blood condensed into blood beads the size of bright red pearls on the soil, which was a bit strange.

He whispered: "I want a drink."

So I don't say much.

Xiao Yan held up the porcelain basin in the palm of her hand, the jade porcelain was extremely small, and the fungus stipe planted in this basin looked delicate.

He said: "Wait until you grow up a bit, and then change to a more beautiful and precious flowerpot, okay?"

Xiao Yan searched in his mind.

There is a Zangbao Pavilion in the Taishi Mansion, and the Zangbao Pavilion receives treasures every year.

Every six months, Director Liu would present the list of treasures compiled by the Treasure Pavilion to the Book Pavilion for his review. After much deliberation, he couldn't pick out the best basin for a while.

So he said: "I remember that there is a thousand-year-old golden pear flower tree sent by the South China Sea in the mansion, can I use it to make you a pot?"

Xiao Yan thought for a while, and continued: "There is also a thousand-year-old white jade from the Grace Country. The jade is mild and finer than suet. Make another jade pot. If you get tired of which pot you are in, you can change it to other pots. .”

The gray and shriveled stalk did not respond, Xiao Yan held up the porcelain basin and sighed.

Manager Liu was waiting outside the door: "Does the Grand Master need to take a bath?"

Xiao Yan hurried back from the palace, the court clothes were already wet with snow, and the wet hair was sticking to his face, even if there was only a slight mess, he had to clean it up,

The servants brought in hot water, but no one was left in Xiao Ni's house.

After he took a bath, he only wore a light and soft bamboo green gown, the style was simple and elegant, and the details and texture of the workmanship were all classical and exquisite.

Xiao Yan was noble and clean, with slightly wet black hair hanging down. At this moment, his heart was soft, and he quietly looked at the little Ganoderma lucidum placed on the desk.

After a while, Xiao Yan said, "You like to see me like this, don't you?"

If it was in the past, Lingzhi would have stared blankly at him a long time ago, and would have laughed so hard that she would throw herself into his arms, her slender and warm body enough for Xiao Yan to hug her full.

Xiao Yan closed his clothes and fell asleep, the lights in the room were still on.

The dim candlelight covered the Ganoderma lucidum in the small basin on the desk, and the candle tears burned out in the middle of the night, Xiao Yan had a long-lost sleep.

The next morning, Xiao Yan stood in front of the Xuan window, fine snowflakes were floating outside, and the indoor stove was burning, even with only one suit on, it was still as warm as spring.

There was a gloomy look between Xiao Yan's eyebrows, but his eyes were softly watching the tiny stipe of Ganoderma lucidum and the blood beads that strangely solidified on the soil.

He asked in a low voice, "Why don't you drink my blood?"

After a long time, Xiao Yan showed a soft smile.

"Still mad at me, aren't you?"

He said again: "Even if you don't want to talk to me, you can't be angry with your body. Drink as much as you want, okay?"

The mountain behind the plum garden was covered with snow, Xiao Yan watched intently, held up the porcelain basin, and had no intention of admiring the snow and looking at the mountain.

"If you don't like Meiyuan, I will take you back to Grand Master's Mansion today."

Xiao Yan's movements were extremely fast, and he took Lingzhi back to the Grand Master's residence that day.

As for Meiyuan, without him, it would have to be sealed and guarded.

When to let people go out, you need to wait for a word from the grand master.

It's just that the grand master has been obsessed with growing Ganoderma lucidum recently, and I don't know if he will think of the plum garden.

The sedan chair entered the Taishi's mansion, snowflakes kept flying outside the curtains, the courtyard was cleaned earlier, and now it has accumulated a lot.

Xiao Yan gathered the little ganoderma into his sleeves, did not put it elsewhere, but took it back to his meditation courtyard, and lived in the same room with him.

He put the flowerpot on the desk behind the Xuan window, facing the ornamental pool outside the Xuan window, the surface of the pool is frosty, and several plum blossoms in full bloom are brilliant and elegant, the white plums and red plums set off, and the dark fragrance floats.

The wind seems to have stopped, but the geese and snow fell straight down, not covered by the ground, everything is silent, and the winter snow and plum scenery are cold and gentle.

Xiao Yan sat on the side of the desk, resting his chin with his hands, his eyebrows and eyes were a little lazy.

He seemed to be admiring the snow with the little Ganoderma lucidum, just like standing at the entrance of the cave, holding hands and watching the raindrops falling from the eaves.

Xiao Yan was dazed from the memories, and looked at the ganoderma lucidum gently: "Do you like it? The Jingsiyuan is quiet. Later, I will ask someone to bring a couch in. It is very soft. You like to roll on it and play. If you recover early, you will be able to sleep on it." Play early."

Little Ganoderma seems to be unwilling to pay attention to him yet, Xiao Yan touched the fungus stalk outside the soil.

"Come back to see you later."

After Xiao Yan returned to the Grand Master's Mansion, he entered Shuge to handle a batch of official affairs.

The lights in the mansion have just been lit, the snow is still falling, the wind is cold, and today's snowy night is awe-inspiring.

Manager Liu sent hot food into the bookstore, Xiao Yan didn't eat much, and the snowy night was deep, so he got up from the desk very late.

He rushed back to the Jingsiyuan, saw the fungus stalk in the pot, and swept away the tiredness of the day, at this moment, he seemed to be a man who was thinking of someone at home and went home early.

When Xiao Yan approached the Ganoderma lucidum, he saw the blood drops that had not been absorbed by it, so he concealed the smile on his brows and eyes.

He was silent for a while, and smiled suddenly.

"The blood is stale, I'll give you some hot ones."

Xiao Yan wiped off the blood stains in the basin with a silk cloth, took out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, unbuttoned his clothes in front of it, slipped it, and the bright red warm blood dripped around the stalk along the man's slender fingertips.

Xiao Yan said: "Drink a little more, so as not to waste it all, but if you don't drink, I will put some in for you every day."

The stipe seemed to quiver.

Xiao Yan smiled.

Xiao Yan still slept well that night, and his clothes were a little untied.

When he woke up, he lazily put the porcelain basin beside him into his palm. Seeing that the blood had been absorbed, a smile appeared on his lips.

He touched the stalk: "Good boy."

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Xiao Yan would spare some free time every day, do nothing, and get along quietly with Xiao Lingzhi alone.

He and Ganoderma lucidum either watched the falling snow, or admired the plum blossoms, or Xiao Yan took out a book of the most popular words in the market and read stories, talking softly and tenderly.

They seem to have returned to Wuqing Mountain, the man is as gentle and considerate as Xiao Junqian in the cave.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's eyes were loving, and it seemed that he really saw a bit of obedience from the little ganoderma with only the stipe left.

He was very happy, with his clothes untied, he simply took out the blade, ignoring the unhealed wound on it, and stabbed it again, as an extra meal for Xiao Lingzhi.

Manager Liu was waiting outside the door to deliver water, and when he came in, he found some blood stains oozing from the front of the grand master's clothes, and saw the blood beads floating in the porcelain basin of small ganoderma lucidum, he was shocked.

"Master!"

The corners of Xiao Yan's lips raised: "It's okay, I'll feed it more if it can drink."

Mr. Liu knelt down on his knees, hung his head on the ground, and burst into tears.

"You, why are you bothering, why are you doing this..."

Xiao Yan's eyes were indifferent, and he seemed unmoved.

He saw a drop of blood being absorbed gradually, before opening his mouth.

"Don't make a fuss, Lingzhi saved me that day, she took her heart and soul to relieve the residual poison of the Zen mind in my body, Mr. Liu, what do you think?"

Manager Liu shook his head.

No matter who the grand master treats, at least he shouldn't return his life with his life.

He didn't understand what the grand master meant for this Ganoderma lucidum, he could use his heart's blood to nourish it, it was always worrying.

Ordinary people's lives are nothing more than that to Grand Master, but is Little Ganoderma lucidum, or that person, really so important to Grand Master?

Xiao Yan stared at the old housekeeper beside him strangely, and said, "I'm not paying a life for a life, and I don't know when it will grow well. You go to the kitchen and prepare a nourishing decoction every day."

Xiao Yan realized that she had talked too much, she smiled slightly, ignored the housekeeper's worried gaze, washed and changed clothes calmly, and always had a light and pleasant smile on her face when she went to court.

It has been more than a month like this, Xiao Yan will feed some fresh blood to the little Ganoderma lucidum every three or two days, even if he uses the best musculoskeletal pearl ointment, there are still more than ten scars left on the parts where he frequently cuts his wounds. scars,

If it was cut in the past two days, the color would be a bit darker red, but if it was cut a few days earlier, the traces would have faded a lot, and the lines are intertwined, long and short, deep and shallow.

The end of December is spring, and the early morning is cold and cold, with endless fog and rain.

The tranquilizing fragrance in the Jingsiyuan was burned overnight, and it was almost gone before dawn.

Xiao Yan just opened his eyes from the bed, and while closing his clothes, he stretched out his hand to hold the porcelain basin next to him in his palm.

In the small porcelain white basin, the fungus stipe that had been nourished for half a deep winter with his heart's blood was much rounder, growing from the size of a little finger to the size of an index finger, and its color was no longer dull.

To Xiao Yan's surprise, a canopy that was not half the size of a fingernail and half an umbrella emerged from the stipe. Although it was small, it looked good.

He couldn't help laughing, was it because he was shy that he didn't let him see it?

In any case, the small Ganoderma lucidum regenerated the cap.

This morning, the little emperor and the powerful officials in the court hall noticed that the grand master seemed to be in a good mood.

The courtiers who wanted to draw closer and flattered rushed over to say hello to Xiao Yan after the next court, the cold wind outside the hall, meeting the eyes of the grand master, felt like a spring breeze, and several courtiers shook their bodies together, feeling a bit dull .

Grand Master Xiao's appearance was originally very good, but his power means far surpassed his appearance, and others had no time to appreciate his appearance, so they were awed by his strong authority.

Therefore, no one dared to get close to Grand Master Xiao, and no one dared to look up to admire Grand Master's handsome face.

Xiao Yan rode on the magnificent jade chariot, and several courtiers who followed at a distance, took advantage of this opportunity, and dared to speak some kind words to the grand master.

The courtier who wanted to make friends with Grand Master Xiao ignored the spring rain that drifted in from the curtain of the car, stretched his neck out of the curtain, and analyzed the situation in the south this year. At first he stuttered, and later he turned into a show of eloquence Talk about each item.

Unfortunately, the grand master in the gorgeous jade chariot ignored him.

The officials on the other side shook their heads, how could this kind of solicitation of truth be caught in the eyes of the Grand Master.

He chose several tourist attractions that are emerging in Yandu, such as climbing Changxian Mountain to enjoy the spring rain and watch the swallows return, Fanji roast chicken shop in Lihua Lane, and Tianshui glutinous cake shop next to Zhuque Bridge, which are popular among tourists.

The ring pendant hanging from the jade chariot rang softly, and the sound was pleasant, making the officials outside the chariot even more noisy.

The servants who followed outside the jade chariot were the most discerning, and immediately cast a sideways glance at the few officials behind them who leaned out of the sedan chair and chattered.

"The grand master thinks you are noisy."

The officials all kept silent, and avoided the two sides of the city wall, and only left the palace after the jade chariot of the Grand Master's Mansion was far away.

The spring rain fell softly outside the jade chariot, echoing with caress.

When pedestrians see the sign of Taishi Mansion, they will avoid it dutifully.The wet street is spacious, and on the way back from the palace to the Grand Master's Mansion, Xiao Yan asked the coachman to change the direction.

The coachman shook the rain from the coir raincoat: "Where is the Grand Master going?"

Xiao Yan looked past the veil, and said calmly: "Pear Blossom Lane, Zhuque Bridge."

Xiao Nu was clever and added: "Let's go to Fan Ji Roasted Chicken Shop and Tianshui Nuo Cake Shop."

The jade chariot turned in a different direction, and the common people passing by saw the gorgeous jade chariot of the Grand Master's Mansion parked at the head of Zhuque Bridge.

Xiaonu respectfully said: "Teacher wait a moment, I will go over immediately to buy sweet water rice cakes."

Xiao Yan said indifferently: "No need."

The man who came out of the sedan chair was dressed in an expensive and majestic court dress.

From the corner of their eyes, the common people glimpsed Taishi Xiao under the oil-paper umbrella. He was handsome and extraordinary. Walking in the wet streets, he seemed to avoid even the rain, as if he was not stained by dust.

The surrounding people knelt on the ground one after another, Xiao Yan stood under the signboard of the shop, and took the sweet water glutinous cake.

He personally carried the oiled paper bag, and even his movements were different from ordinary people, elegant and extravagant.

The jade chariot of the Grand Master's Mansion stopped in front of Fan Ji Roasted Chicken Shop again, the slave was afraid that the grease would get on his master's clothes, and stretched out his hand to catch it, Xiao Yan glanced at the slave.

The common people who were kneeling all around raised their heads slightly, and many of them quietly saw the handsome and extraordinary grand master carrying a bag of delicious Fan Ji roast chicken and leaving.

Later, in Yandu City for a long period of time, Fanji roast chicken and sweet water glutinous cake sold very well.

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In the Grand Master's Mansion, Manager Liu was so shocked that his beard cocked up when he saw the roast chicken and snacks in his master's hand.

There are imperial chefs in the mansion, as well as master chefs with superb cooking skills from all over the world. It is a snack that is rare in all over the world. As long as you can name it, there is no cook who can't do it.

Xiao Yan walked with a spring breeze, and Manager Liu trotted behind his master, pondered for a while, then hesitated to say: "Why is the Grand Master today..."

A smile flickered on Xiao Yan's brows: "I see they are full of smoke and fire, Lingzhi usually likes these things very much."

The little Ganoderma lucidum gave birth to a canopy this morning, and Xiao Yan couldn't wait to see if it would grow longer.

He stopped outside the door, hiding the smile on the corner of his mouth, and pushed the door calmly.

There is light smoke floating in the room, and the Ganoderma lucidum in the small porcelain basin is topped with a small and crisp mushroom cap, which looks extremely cute.

Xiao Yan's heart softened, and she held up the small porcelain basin, as if she was holding an extremely precious and fragile treasure.

He slowly opened the oiled paper package. The crispy, crispy and tender roasted chicken has a rich flavor, and the sweet water rice cake wrapped in the paper package has a lovely shape, fresh and tender color, and looks very appetizing.

"Lingzhi, although there are many cooks in the mansion, I think these snacks are more smokey than those in the mansion. If you recover sooner, you can taste them. You like these, don't you?"

After saying that, Xiao Yan picked up the nourishing medicinal soup and took it, her moist lips turned white slightly.

Rao has limited blood intake every day, and the speed of nourishment will slow down after a long time.

He picked up an exquisite and lovely sweet water glutinous cake and put it to his mouth, as if deliberately eating it in front of the little Ganoderma lucidum, eating it elegantly and nodding in praise.

"The sweetness is moderate, with the light fragrance of plum blossoms."

The small canopy of the little Ganoderma lucidum trembled slightly, and Xiao Yan's sharp eyes naturally caught it.

After eating two pieces, he stopped eating. He got up and changed into a piece of elegant clothes. He put the little Ganoderma lucidum on the side of the desk, dipped the pen in the ink, wrote on the rice paper, traced the porcelain basin, and then outlined the appearance of the little Ganoderma lucidum.

Xiao Yan looked at it from time to time, brushing like a snake, coloring, raising characters, and closing the brush, all in one go, the little ganoderma lucidum in the painting was lifelike.

The changes in the growth of the little ganoderma have been painted by Xiao Yan, and they are folded in the bookcase, and there is already a bundle.

That night, Xiao Yan had a long-lost dream.

In a trance, he seemed to be aware of someone beside him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the slender figure of the young man sitting in front of the couch.

He whispered, "Lingzhi."

Lingzhi raised her brows and eyes, her black hair fell down to her side, her posture was cute, but those black and pure eyes did not look at her as dependently and nostalgicly as before.

He stretched out his hand to grab the opponent, Lingzhi was like a frightened bird, his eyes were dotted with panic and bewilderment.

Lingzhi found a corner and sat down, she was still obedient, but her face was snow-white, the sensuality of her cheeks faded, and the tip of her chin was obvious.

Xiao Yan called him, but Lingzhi ignored him, and the yelling became more frequent. Finally, her dark eyes took a look at him, and then she lowered herself again in a daze and emptiness.

Xiao Yan raised his eyelashes wet with sweat, looked at the little Ganoderma lucidum growing quietly under the lamp on the desk, and smiled absently.

It's just a dream.

How could the little medicine man ignore him, and how could he look at him with blank eyes, as if he was nothing.

Xiao Yan rubbed the center of his brows, walked up to Xiao Lingzhi, and looked at it carefully.

"I'll change the basin for you another day."

He said again, "Give you some blood."

Xiao Yan took the knife and cut it towards the heart without changing his expression.

The old wound in front of the heart was healed and cut, no matter how good the cut was, no part of this area was intact.

The last drop of blood from Xiao Yan's fingertips seeped into the soil and was completely absorbed by the little Ganoderma lucidum. The protruding mushroom cap seemed to grow more plump and tender after being moistened by the blood.

He sighed lowly: "What a greedy little thing."

Having said that, Xiao Yan didn't mean to blame Xiao Lingzhi.

He said softly: "I have such a big blood bag, I won't let you have nothing to eat and drink. You should grow up well and continue to grow up, okay?"

"If it grows well...can you come out and meet me?"

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!

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