Small Lingzhi

Lingzhi, whose bitter medicinal fragrance was mixed with a few traces of weird and subtle fragrance, was dizzy, his consciousness was lax, and his wet eyelashes could not be opened no matter what.

But the man's deep and gentle voice fell on his ears like a dream, he didn't hear it clearly, or he heard it roughly.

Xiao Yan put her palms on the back of Lingzhi's snow-white neck, and her fingertips were still massaging softly and slowly, like some kind of invisible temptation and urging.

Lingzhi's bewildered gaze fell on Xiao Yan's eyes, and when he saw that the little medicine man in his arms did not respond, he let out a sigh.

Xiao Yan lowered her face, her expression seemed to be lowered, and kissed Lingzhi's soft red and moist lips vaguely.

"Little one, how can you be so stubborn."

The man said softly, "Tell me where the Ganoderma lucidum is, I want it."

Xiao Yan tightened her arms, and said in a deliberative tone: "How about I accept the betrothal gift in advance?"

Lingzhi opened her lifeless black eyes wide, and her eyes, which were clear and bright in the past, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Beads of sweat ooze from the smooth and delicate forehead bun, Xiao Yan wipes it for him for a while, the sweat on Lingzhi's body has a faint smell of medicine.

After all, the young man with red lips couldn't resist the drifting tiredness, and fell asleep obediently with his face in Xiao Yan's arms.

From the beginning to the end, no matter how Xiao Yan seduced her, Lingzhi never told him about the whereabouts of Ganoderma lucidum.

Xiao Yan put the person down, and the black-clothed dark guard sent two clean and soft quilts, which he took in his hands and wrapped them around Lingzhi's body.

The dark guard took out a letter and handed it out, Xiao Yan glanced at a few lines, and burned it to ashes after reading it.

The emperor of the Yan Dynasty was young, and most of the government was in the hands of Xiao Yan.

This time, two months away from the capital, although there are capable confidantes mediating in various places, some news of Grand Master Xiao's death was still vaguely leaked out.

This matter has nothing to do with truth or falsehood, as long as Xiao Yan doesn't show up, Yandu will be turned upside down in the past two months, and some old foxes almost didn't think about seizing power, just bullying the little emperor without Xiao Yan Great backing.

The black-clothed dark guard rarely added a few words: "The old foxes don't have much patience. After waiting for so long, it seems that this time they are particularly convinced that the grand master has passed away, and insisted on the little emperor dividing up the power of the grand master."

The letter said that the little emperor used the excuse of being unwell to meet those old foxes who forced power, but he could only fool the old foxes for ten and a half months.

The old fox was impatient, and couldn't wait long, so he broke into the palace directly and demanded a decree to decentralize power.

The black-clothed dark guard said again: "The little emperor was pretending to be sick at first, but now he is seriously ill. He has been sick for more than half a month. The imperial doctor in the palace has seen it and said there is nothing wrong, but the little emperor just lost consciousness. Lying in bed groggy, hot and cold, unable to get up."

Those old foxes forced their way into the palace, seeing that the little emperor really couldn't draft an order, so they were unwilling to wait until now.

The secret guard said cautiously: "Grand Master, should we go back to Yandu?"

Look around at this little medicine man's delicate skin and tender flesh, gold and silver treasures, and the beauty of the grand master can't confuse him, so let him suffer some flesh and blood, it's not a good way to torture him, but it's still a way, try I'll know it later.

Xiao Yan chuckled lightly: "Hit him?"

After the words fell, he shook his head: "There is no need to use these methods."

The black-clothed dark guard let out a dry "oh", and felt that he had lost his way.

It rained continuously, and the continuous valley was shrouded in this dark gray mist, and the rock walls in the cave were all damp due to water seepage.

The remaining poison in Xiao Yan's body has not been removed, and he hasn't drank the decoction specially prepared by Lingzhi for a while. The feeling of icy pain from being cut by a knife, but this fine and needle-like texture is not comfortable in the wet rainy day.

In the beginning, Xiao Yan just endured, the soft fingertips that hooked his fingers in his dreams were very warm, and a little bit of warmth dissipated a trace of cold poison invisibly.

Xiao Yan drooped his eyes, his eyes turned from scrutiny to slight confusion.

He folded his clothes and lay down, didn't move much, and hugged the boy in his arms through a layer of quilt, the warmth dissipated from his chest along his whole body.

After a long while, Xiao Yan felt that the cover was not enough for the warmth, so she lifted the quilt loosely, and hugged it tightly against the skin from the inside.

He was a little tired and thought it would be nice to sleep for a while.

After waking up from sleep, Xiao Yan recovered most of her spirit.

Lingzhi's flushed face was pressed in front of him, her posture was so obedient, it hadn't changed, and a deep red appeared on one cheek.

He turned the angle of the young man in his arms, and Ling Zhi, who had inhaled rosemary, fell into a drowsy sleep, with sweat on his forehead and hair, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not very happy.

Rosemary is made by the medical fairy Mei Ruobai. After inhaling it, people lose their consciousness and their body becomes numb. Even if it is used to deal with a ferocious wild bear, it will be effective by smearing small circles on the feather arrow. In order to make Lingzhi half-drowsy, Xiao Yan deliberately increased the dose.

The little medicine man was more drug-resistant than he imagined, and Rosemary took two more doses to get to this point of coma.

Xiao Yan was like the gentlest lover, touching the young boy's smooth cheek with his palm.

He hoped that Lingzhi would be more obedient, and he would keep him by his side. After all, he didn't feel disgusted, so he kept it if he kept it.

It would be better to take Lingzhi back to Yandu and put it in the mansion, instead of being a little drug man wandering around in rags in the mountains and being bullied by the villagers, it would be better to be a carefree little son in the Grand Master's mansion.

General Mu has led his troops into the mountain to search the surroundings from this cave. The soldiers are like a dense net, and they will find that Ganoderma lucidum from heaven to earth.

Xiao Yan thought to herself that she should have some affection for Lingzhi, whether she was just playing around with him or thinking about it, she had already wasted unnecessary time, and it was time to go back to Yandu and meet those old foxes who couldn't sit still.

Thunder roared, and the forest beasts in the mountain were frantically restless because of the army that invaded the mountain.

When Lingzhi opened his eyes, the light in the cave was dim, and he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly because of the damp water vapor.

He shook his dazed head, his hands and feet were weak, and when he got out of bed, he almost fell to the bottom of his feet.

Lingzhi called softly: "Junqian?"

There are several places in the cave with happy characters pasted, and a few calligraphy and paintings left unpasted.

Should be full of festive feelings, Lingzhi looked at the big red happiness that was half pasted and half not glued, and when the damp wind at the entrance of the cave blew, he shrank his neck inexplicably, feeling a little cold.

*****

The valley is quiet, and the wet and cool rain drifts into the entrance of the cave.

The rain was not too heavy, and the sky was gray and cloudy, and it was hard to tell when.

Lingzhi's dirty robe was nowhere to be seen. He wrapped his clean robe tightly and stood at the entrance of the cave in a daze for a while, then turned his head to look around the half-shadowed cave, but did not find the figure of the man.

He seemed to be getting colder, with his hands in his sleeves, afraid of the cold.

"Junqian," Lingzhi called out from the cave, "Junqian, where have you been?"

The leaves of the nearby treetops rustled softly, and the surroundings were silent.

Lingzhi couldn't find the man, so she turned around and walked back to the cave.

The clay pots on the kiln are cold, and there is no fire to heat the food.

Lingzhi rubbed the coolness on her fingertips, picked up the paste absentmindedly, and prepared to paste the unfinished happy letter stickers on all the vacant positions.

The paste was brushed on the rock wall, and a short bird jeer sounded in my ears, which sounded weird and hysterical.

There was only a strange and rapid bird song, and Lingzhi instantly recognized the sound of the long-tailed blue bird.

Feeling a little uneasy, he casually picked up a leaf from the hole to cover the top of his hair, followed the sound of the bird and staggered into the rain and mist, until he stopped behind the big rock next to the water spring.

There are many and messy stones, Lingzhi knows one of the long-tailed bluebirds likes to stay, and just behind that stone, he sees the bluebird huddled in the crack.

The long-tailed bird has gorgeous green feathers, elegant and beautiful.

At this moment, it is half bald, and the exposed flesh has formed a thin scab of blood mixed with the rain, and it has been pecked off by some raptor.

Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and she squatted in the crevice of the stone and looked at the listless long-tailed bird.

"How did you get hurt?"

It seemed that the injury was not serious, and the round eyes opened and closed with spirit.

Hearing Lingzhi's words, the long-tailed bird reacted violently, and Lingzhi read panic and fierce emotions from its eyes.

Lingzhi carefully lifted the long-tailed bird out of the cracks in the stone, and the half of her body that had been bitten and rotten began to bleed as soon as she moved.

His lips trembled: "Don't move, I'll get you some herbs."

The long-tailed bird called Jie Jie anxiously, usually the most and only thing it knows is to call him "Ganoderma lucidum" onomatopoeia.

At that time, the tone was proud and would tease him, unlike at this time, the crisp and clear voice of the bird was hoarse, Lingzhi was worried that its voice would be broken, so she quickly caged it into her arms, letting it rest first and not make any noise.

The long-tailed bird's black round eyes looked at Lingzhi drippingly, and the eyes were moist.

But it couldn't speak, and the hoarse "Ganoderma lucidum" yelled over and over again, and the boy who was holding it didn't understand what it meant.

The long-tailed bird struggled to the ground from Lingzhi's arms, took advantage of Lingzhi's unpreparedness, and hurriedly ran upside down and flew into the grass.

Lingzhi let out an "hey" and chased after the long-tailed bird. The wet grass blades scraped his wrists and ankles. He ignored it and randomly pushed aside the grass blades to search.

Suddenly there was a gloomy silence in front of him, Lingzhi seemed to have stumbled into the wrong place, he stopped in place in shock, with the long-tailed bird paralyzed by exhaustion at his feet.

Behind the dense forest, there is a smell of rain and soil mixed with blood. Several small wild beasts were shot to death by arrow feathers, and their corpses were piled up on the roots of the trees. In the past, where wild beasts died of old age, other birds would fall around and peck them. The belt was empty.

Lingzhi picked up the long-tailed bird and took a few steps back.

His peripheral vision fell on the mud, and he could vaguely see messy footprints left on the wet soil, which had become much shallower after the rain.

Somebody came and they shot the mountain beasts that infested the surrounding area.

The long-term peace and tranquility of Wuqing Mountain was suddenly disturbed, Lingzhi hugged the long-tailed bird and hurriedly ran towards the cave, water droplets wet his eyelashes, and the plain white robe stuck to his body half-wet, Lingzhi almost fell at the entrance of the cave.

A man's gentle voice came.

"Why did you go out just after waking up? It's raining outside."

Lingzhi was dumbfounded: "Oh..."

As he walked in, the long-tailed bird suddenly issued a hoarse and strange cry from its throat.

Xiao Yan greeted him, approached Lingzhi, and put his hands together in his arms, giving him the warmth of his body.

The long-tailed bird naturally landed on the ground, trembling and moving.

Xiao Yan smiled lowly: "Hands are cold, wear more."

The man's eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, Lingzhi hurriedly lowered his head, and wanted to put his hands down and hug the long-tailed bird, but the other party refused.

He was puzzled, and said a little uneasy: "Junqian?"

Xiao Yan said: "A beast, it dies when it dies, your hands are dirty."

Lingzhi pulled out her hand violently, hid it in her robe, and shook her head.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, picked up the long-tailed bird, and squatted down in front of the bamboo basket to find herbs.

Xiao Yan looked around the cave mansion: "I haven't finished posting the Chinese characters."

Lingzhi nodded sullenly, not rushing to do the job as happily as usual.

The small rain grew silently, Lingzhi covered the long-tailed bird with herbs, and looked up at the man's back.

He couldn't see Xiao Junqian's face, so he didn't know the tone of the other party's speech.

"Lingzhi, have you ever thought about leaving here?"

Lingzhi nana: "I never thought about it..."

The anxiety in her heart spread like a growing rain, Lingzhi hurriedly asked: "Junqian, do you want to leave?"

Xiao Yan looked at the valley in the distance, it was dark gray.

He frowned, and the stinging cold pain densely penetrated into the bones.

"When the rain stops, it's time to start."

Lingzhi: "..."

He looked down, the long-tailed bird was still fine when he carried it back to the cave, but it was always trembling after entering, the round bird's eyes were the fear and panic that he could see from this Ganoderma lucidum.

He whispered, "Junqian, where are you going? Are you not married to me?"

Xiao Yan turned around and didn't approach.

The tall and tall man takes good care of Lingzhi with sweet tenderness, often when he looks over at this time, Lingzhi will rush over.

But for some reason, Lingzhi and those slightly curved but indifferent eyes looked at each other, and did not move at the moment, and was sweating little by little after being held by the hand, and felt cold.

The eagle screamed through the air, and the majestic duck rushed straight into the hole from outside the hole. The sharp hook was retracted, and it landed lightly on Xiao Yan's lightly raised left hand, rubbing the man's fingertips affectionately.

The long-tailed bird's legs were stiff, and it was crooked in Lingzhi's arms like a fake death, without any movement.

Lingzhi went to look at the black eagle, and stared at it with fierce and indifferent eyes that can only be so bloodthirsty.

Lingzhi hid the long-tailed bird abruptly. He wanted to say "Xiao Junqian, are we still married?", but the words were on his lips, his slender neck bowed and shook.

Everything has a spirit, the ferocity of the fierce duck, the stiff and feigned death of the long-tailed bird, the blue feather that floated outside the cave last time.

This nifty little blue bird escaped from the black eagle's pursuit, and today it ran upside down to tell him to run for his life.

Xiao Yan looked at the little medicine man who was not too stupid and had already awakened, and sighed.

"Lingzhi, you come with me, I have to give Lingzhi."

Xiao Yan walked up to Lingzhi, bent her knees and squatted halfway.

"I don't have much time, you have to give that Ganoderma lucidum as much as you want, otherwise, the death will be more than just a bird and a tiger."

Ling Zhi's body huddled under the plain white robe trembled.

Xiao Yan said: "I dug three feet into the ground, even if I turned over this mountain, I would find it."

Lingzhi caged the long-tailed bird with her sleeve, and squeezed out a sentence: "The forest beasts in the mountain are all you..."

Xiao Yan's deep eyebrows and eyes are gentle and quiet, and at this moment there is a thunderbolt.

It was softer than water, but it was so heavy that Lingzhi could hardly breathe.

This plain-clothed, black-haired man casually admitted that those forest beasts were all killed by him.

For the beasts wandering in the mountains, whenever they were injured, Lingzhi almost gave them medicinal herbs.

They saw that his little Ganoderma lucidum was gentle and kind, and they allowed him to wander around the mountains collecting herbs and eating fruits, and they never thought of harming it.

Lingzhi shook her head.

Xiao Junqian wanted the ganoderma, but the ganoderma was his life.

Xiao Yan was amused: "You marry me, can I even take this dowry?"

Lingzhi lowered her head for a long time, her neck was sore, and she just raised her head to look at the man in front of her.

Xiao Yan lifted a little bit of gray from Lingzhi's hair with his fingers, and touched it.

"what is this."

Lingzhi licked her painfully bitten lips.

This is a little mushroom that grew out of liking you.

He squeezed out a sentence: "Junqian, you, do you want to marry me because you want Ganoderma lucidum?"

"Do you not like me, and you agreed to stay with me in order to coax me..."

Xiao Yan took Lingzhi's trembling hand and wrapped it tightly in his palm.

The man's smile is like spring rain, more lingering than the rain outside the valley.

"I don't want to embarrass you. The poison of Zen Heart Piaoxue needs Ganoderma lucidum to be cured. I want Ganoderma lucidum, and you and I also want it."

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"The Days of Being Pampered by Fluffy in Ancient Times"

Once Jiang Yan crossed over, he returned to the ancient world.

In the era when orcs were the strongest, he became the weakest and cherished female who needed to be well protected.

The newly rescued little female of the tribe has a pair of beautiful curved eyebrows, red lips and pink face, and skin like suet. There is no female who is more beautiful than him.

All kinds of orcs whispered.

"I heard that this little female has lost her beastman. It's so pitiful."

"The cave where I live is leaking water and wind."

"Aren't you treating him too well? I see him grooming so many beasts with one female, and he doesn't know what to do!"

Later, Jiang Yan's living conditions became better and better, and the unaccompanied little female in the animal population often sat at the entrance of the cave to groom all kinds of lions, tigers and leopards.

The orcs in the tribe stared at all kinds of lions, tigers and leopards that Jiang Yan was holding.

Jiang Yan smiled innocently and gently: Why are you making such a fuss, isn't it just a little more fluffy?

PS: There is a former animal husband (he had an accident when he traveled through time)

Shou has more than a relationship (you know), many male beasts like Shou and show favor

The most important thing is to be happy, the ending is 1V1