Small Lingzhi

Since Lingzhi came back from the village that day, she was always a little unhappy, and occasionally wondered whether the herbs in the old doctor's courtyard had been harvested, whether Lan Wenxuan's injury had recovered, and whether he could walk on the ground.

But the man in his cave finally recovered a bit, and he couldn't walk away.

Mind is like a bit of ink stuffed on Lingzhi's heart, the traces are dry, and the dark spots are always there, which will affect his occasional trance.

The man's deep and gentle voice sounded, Lingzhi dropped the firewood she packed, patted the sawdust on her robe and hurried in.

Lingzhi replied "Hey", at that moment, her heart was slightly fluttering and restless. At the moment of being needed by a man, it was like a leaf swirling in the air, floating and floating, falling to the ground, and her heart was stable.

He pursed his lips and smiled subtly and shyly. Just as he stretched out his hand, he was quickly caught in the palm of the man.

The cave is stuffy, and anyone who lies down for a few days will feel a little sweaty.

Lingzhi squeezed Xiao Junqian's dry and slightly sweaty palm: "Is it hot, let me get you some water to wipe it off."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with these words. At first when Xiao Junqian was in a coma, he wiped his body for the other party, although the other party quickly regained consciousness after that, and Ling Zhi didn't ask Ling Zhi to touch him again.

Like a man who bundles Lingzhi's hair and clothes from time to time, Lingzhi will not reject each other's small body movements. Now that Xiao Junqian is inconvenient, it seems natural for Lingzhi to wipe him off.

Xiao Yaoren's well-behaved and long-eyed appearance makes anyone feel soft-hearted when they see it. Xiao Yan just showed a smile, and Lingzhi immediately understood what this person meant.

Like a small fish bubbling, he let out a light cheer from his throat, picked up the small wooden basin and went to the mountain to fetch a basin of clear water.

Lingzhi sat on the stone, stretched out her hands and let Xiao Junqian obediently fold the sleeves to her arms for him, then took a cloth towel and dipped it in water, wet it and twisted it slightly.

He got up and bent slightly, put one hand on Xiao Junqian's handsome face, and wiped his face with the other.

From the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, to the corners of the lips, the arc pressed against the pulp of the finger was slightly raised, Lingzhi closed her hand with hot fingertips, dipped her head in water, and then wiped the man's neck.

He lifted the skirt of his shirt and continued to go down.

Touching the belt all the way, Lingzhi squatted in front of Xiao Junqian, raised her head, the man's slender fingers grabbed the hair falling in front of her, combed it for him and put it behind her back.

Lingzhi finished wiping a round, finally frowned, and said hesitantly: "There is still one thing..."

His eyes faltered down.

When Lingzhi washes himself, he always washes his body clean. He doesn't think about other things, he only thinks that a man who is as beautiful as Xiao Junqian is a god, and there is no trace of uncleanness on his body.

So he didn't think much, and continued to pull along the loose belt.

Xiao Yan didn't expect that the little medicine man's hands and feet were surprisingly quick at this moment, he raised his eyebrows, and met the eyes that were looking down at him dully.

Lingzhi thought dizzily: Why is this...

He frowned delicately and muttered.

It's different from his...

So different.

Lingzhi couldn't keep her mind, so she still picked up a cloth dampened with water and started to wipe.

He squatted and suddenly moved back a few steps, his pupils trembling.

Xiao Yan regained consciousness from the short-lived accident just now, but she was not as rash and flustered as Lingzhi.

The man is leisurely and calm, even though Lingzhi's clothes are messed up so that he can wipe his body, but no one looks at him, and they feel that there is no mess on his body.

Lingzhi hesitated, wondering why he got up?

When the words came to his mouth, his throat seemed to be on fire, and he was too dumb to speak.

He also got up before, and for a few nights, he would pester Jun Qian like a medicine pestle. Jun Qian was gentle and caring, and never refused each time.

Lingzhi had experienced the feeling of floating like a fairy several times, and she was happy and comfortable, and she didn't think about Xiao Junqian.

It turned out that Jun Qian was the same as him, but not quite the same.

Lingzhi's eyeballs that were spinning wildly did not dare to turn back, her ears were red, and the heat burned from the base of the ears to her cheeks and spread to her neck.

He almost crushed the cloth towel in his hand.

After a while, Lingzhi squeezed out a sentence like a mosquito: "Junqian, you, change back quickly."

Xiao Yan felt it was funny.

In the end, Xiao Yan stopped embarrassing the little medicine man who dared not even look at him, and cleaned the rest by himself.

The black-clothed dark guard flew away from the cave long before the young man had the audacity to strip off the grand master's clothes, do not see or listen to evil.

At the same time, the dark guard's face became even more weird and distorted, a bit cracked and forbearing.

The grand master has the power to rule the court and the public, but he pays great attention to the way of keeping in good health. He is not as good as those dandy nobles who immerse themselves in the wine pool and meat forest at a young age and make their bodies lose money.

This time, for the first time, he tolerated the young man's closeness, shared the pillow and slept together, waited for the other party to tie his hair and dress, and now his clothes have been stripped...

The black-clothed dark guard wondered, would the sacrifice be a little too big for the grand master to act on the spot this time?

The dark guard didn't think about it, but when he saw the young man walking out of the corner of his eye, he immediately followed him quietly.

The sun was getting smaller and the wind in the valley was getting stronger, making the leaves on the treetops rattle.

Lingzhi crouched on the side of the water, holding her face in her hands, dazed.

He stretched out his hand to touch the clear water, and the water splashed a few times, and his wet fingers continued to stick to his face and held it in a daze.

The remaining warmth on her cheeks was still hot, Lingzhi suddenly lowered her head and lifted her robe, blushing and moved away, as if she had done a guilty conscience.

He was really scared just now, but Jun Qian suddenly became like that, and he couldn't hold on to it and let go.

Realizing the difference between Xiao Junqian and herself, Lingzhi was shy and coy. After a few days, when she slept with the other party, she put her hands and feet on her body in a regular manner, but she became disobedient after falling asleep. Every time she opened her eyes, she didn't stick to the man's arms. , is being hugged by the other party.

Sometimes when Xiao Junqian saw that his eyes were blank when he woke up from sleep, he would lean down and kiss him, until Lingzhi opened his misty black eyes instantly, then let him go, watching him leisurely.

Lingzhi felt that he liked Xiao Jun so much, and gradually regained his mind from the shock of that day, and because he would touch him if he hugged him close, his whole body would become hot and his hands and feet would become soft after knowing it.

Lingzhi and Xiao Junqian spent their days together in the valley, and gradually, the uneasiness caused by the incident at Yaoshe gradually calmed down.

When the man was much better, Ling Zhi quietly pricked his fingers and mixed the blood with the medicinal soup. After watching the man take it, he said, "Jun Qian, I have to go down the mountain."

He scratched his hair: "It's been a long time, I don't know if Lan Wenxuan is in good health."

Xiao Yan took the decoction, and his body's comfort level increased again, which shows that Lingzhi used "that medicine" for him.

He smiled warmly: "How about I go down the mountain with you and have a look?"

Lingzhi shook her head quickly: "No, no, many people are looking for you."

He pressed himself into Xiao Junqian's arms, and kissed the man's chin with his soft lips.

Day and night, the two kiss each other more and more often.

Although Lingzhi's face is hot at the moment, when she really wants to kiss, her movements are very firm.

"I'll just go down by myself, you need to recover quickly."

Xiao Yan tightened Lingzhi's waist with one hand, and rubbed his face affectionately, like an infatuated man who is reluctant to let his sweetheart go out, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up and come back."

Lingzhi picked up the herbs and went down the mountain with a smile.

He used to feel brisk going down the mountain, swaying wherever he went, but now he felt entangled, so he quickened his pace and didn't waste time picking leaves and fruits on the way to eat.

The medicine house was deserted, and weeds grew outside the door in a short time, preventing Lingzhi from knocking on the door.

He looked surprised, and called several times outside the door, but there was no response.

Lingzhi hurriedly found the farmer in the nearest pharmacy, and upon questioning, the farmer sighed: "The old doctor is seriously ill, and he said he moved away to a distant place for treatment."

Lingzhi was confused, hugging the medicinal materials in her arms: "Why are you suddenly seriously ill..."

The old man with the white beard is quite old, he is in good health, and his spirit is hale and hearty. He is not as good as a young man, but he is certainly not bad.

The farmer shook his head: "I don't know. I left overnight seven days ago. At that time, my mother-in-law was not feeling well. When I found the medicine house, there was no sign of her."

Lingzhi asked the farmers where Lan Wenxuan's family lived, and wanted to ask Lan Wenxuan.

The gate of the yard in front of him was closed tightly. He called a few times, but no one responded.

The farmer next to him saw him calling for someone, and said, "It's been a few days since I moved away, and it's strange to leave suddenly."

Lingzhi felt uneasy: "Lan Wenxuan is injured, why did he leave?"

The farmer wondered: "That's right, he was beaten by the officers and soldiers, and the house was vacant the next day after he came back. He said he moved to the city."

Ling Zhi squatted outside the locked yard, pinching the leaves of the herb with her fingers.

The farmer said: "That group of officers and soldiers made everyone feel uneasy. It's really unlucky. Fortunately, they won't come here for a few days!"

Seeing that Lingzhi was silent, the farmer talked to himself for a while, and was soon called into the house by the mother-in-law at home to work.

The matter of Lingzhi asking Lan Wenxuan for an apology was over. He squatted at the door until the night, and there was no one, so he hurried to Wuqing Mountain.

Lingzhi went down the mountain twice in a row, but did not see the old doctor and Lan Wenxuan, and only then accepted the fact that they had moved away.

In the cave mansion, Lingzhi sits on a stone pier beside the stove, decocting medicine.

Hearing the hawk chirping outside, he put down his cattail fan and walked to the stone platform to look around. He didn't see the shadow of the hawk, but there were a few blue feathers floating not far away.

Lingzhi picked up the blue feather that fell on the ground, but didn't see the long-tailed blue bird, and went back to the cave depressed.

Xiao Yan took a bath from the back of the mountain, and just came back, the refreshing breath dispelled Lingzhi's melancholy.

He quickly ran in front of the man, watching the man's outstretched arms rushing towards him, being held on tiptoe by Wei Wei.

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Seeing that you have been absent-minded for two days, do you want to read a story to you?"

Lingzhi nodded, and Hei Lingling's eyes sparkled: "Listen~"

Lingzhi bought a lot of books from the study, and Xiao Yan took out one, all of which were common sayings and stories circulated in the market.

The stories are vulgar, Lingzhi likes to listen to them, and he just shakes his head after listening to the obscure ones.

The man's gentle and magnetic voice told Lingzhi a story about his movements when flipping through the book. At first, Lingzhi sat aside with her knees hugged, and gradually, she sat on the man's lap, leaning her face on her broad shoulders and listening carefully.

He lowered his eyelashes, and the palm of his hand was held by the man.

When Xiao Yan talked about the scene where King Hou listened to his husband, he said, "Ten miles of red makeup is hired, rare treasures, priceless, just to make his little husband smile."

Lingzhi blinked her eyes, Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Hou Wang loves his husband as much as his life, and he made such an expensive and rare wedding ceremony because he didn't want outsiders to underestimate the little husband and worry that he would be wronged."

Lingzhi let out a slow oh, the story was over, he was still immersed in the love story, when he regained consciousness, he suddenly looked up at the man.

Lingzhi picked up the scripture book, her lips moved slightly.

Xiao Yan looked sideways, and suddenly heard the youthful voice in his arms say mysteriously: "Junqian, I have a treasure that is even more valuable than the scriptures, which can be used as a betrothal gift."

"Believe it or not, Ganoderma lucidum can even revive the dead."

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all! ! !

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Jian Zijin 1~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Pang Bai and Mr. Shen's Zhanhundao; 5 bottles of ABC and Yueyue;