Small Lingzhi

plum garden.

Today, the owner of the plum garden is inspecting the medicinal materials in the back mountain. The mountain road is not as smooth as the inside of the yard. The owner of the garden, Mei Ruobai, has a problem with his legs.

Mei Ruobai didn't let the servants around her push the wheelchair, but put both hands on the sides of the special wheelchair, and the wheelchair glides smoothly.

Some people are sitting in wheelchairs, which will not affect his elegant and handsome temperament in the slightest.

Wherever Mei Ruobai traveled, there was a bitter and light medicinal fragrance that had been soaked in the pharmacy all year round.

The boy walking aside showed no uneasiness on his face. The boy has been taking care of the plantation in the back mountain for several years, and he has kept all the processes, procedures, and details in mind.

Their young master cherishes every plant and tree in the plum garden. Although the medicinal materials are used for medicine in the end, he cherishes them very much, and concentrates on taking care of them no matter what kind of medicine they grow.

The winter is cold, and most of the giant trees that serve as nutrient packages for Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms withered.

The branches of the back mountain grow horizontally, and the staggered dead branches are like a dense net covering the heights.

Mei Ruobai slid along the mountain path, and finally stopped at the place where it was dead a few days ago, but now there are some green and tender medicines growing around, she was slightly surprised.

The boy laughed and said, "My lord, do you think it's rare? After the Ganoderma lucidum was planted, the surrounding Ganoderma lucidum died. There are no medicinal herbs planted in the back mountain. These wild sprouting medicinal herbs grow well in winter. It's the first time I've seen it."

The new tender green herb gathers towards the only incomplete Ganoderma lucidum in the center, as if enclosing it for care. The picture makes people laugh and feel affectionate.

Mei Ruobai felt it was novel, and also had some inexplicable emotion.

His eyes fell on the Ganoderma lucidum, the slender stipe grew straighter today, instead of crookedly collapsing into the soil as usual.

Mei Ruobai laughed and said, "Why don't you see any growth after planting for a while."

The tiny stipe swayed slightly in the wind, and looked pitiful. It was very worrying that it was dead.

The servant at the side couldn't help but said: "Master, is this Ganoderma lucidum some kind of rare treasure? Didn't it be said in the scriptures that rare treasures will show strange appearances when they grow, and a thin stalk of it is quite Strange."

Mei Ruobai reprimanded lightly: "Stop talking nonsense."

The boy kept his mouth shut obediently, and saw that the son leaned over and combed the circle of wild herbs around the little Ganoderma lucidum, lest the herbs would bury it.

Mei Ruobai touched the fungus stalk with her finger, it was really soft, afraid of breaking it, she stopped her hand immediately.

"Take good care of it, and be careful not to let its roots rot."

The boy nodded obediently.

When the master and servant left the back mountain, the servant couldn't help asking: "My lord, what if the Ganoderma lucidum really turns into a monster, I think it's really special."

Mei Ruobai was speechless to the boy's anecdote and vision, and said, "Even if it's a monster, imagine how scary a little Ganoderma lucidum can be."

The young man who has dealt with medicinal materials all year round scratched his head and smirked: "Young master's words are reasonable...Ganoderma lucidum, it's not scary to be scary."

Mei Ruobai shook her head, and when she came out from the back mountain, she saw that the steward was receiving Manager Li who had rushed over.

When Director Li saw him, he hurriedly said: "Doctor Mei, the Grand Master is sick in bed, please go and have a look."

Mei Ruobai washed her hands with clean water, said with a smile, "You won't be sent back as soon as you arrive at the Grand Master's Mansion today, right?"

Manager Li shook his head: "No, the grand master has already agreed."

Mei Ruobai smiled all the time, didn't ask any more questions, and asked the boy to bring the medicine box he took during his visits, and Director Li took it to the Grand Master's Mansion himself.

Xiao Yan's illness happened last night.

He had always heard Lingzhi say that he was in pain before, and in his dreams he kept hugging that slender and soft body tightly.

But just yesterday, Xiao Yan saw Lingzhi full of tears. He cried very jerky, but it made people clearly feel the strong sadness and sadness.

When Lingzhi shed tears, she didn't make a sound, and when she talked to him, she would slightly raise her soft lips and press them tightly.

The picture shows the wedding hall that Lingzhi happily arranged at that time. He obediently lay in Xiao Yan's arms, staring at the steaming soup simmering on the fire.

Lingzhi hugged Xiao Yan's neck tightly, and whispered softly next to his ear with her soft lips.

Lingzhi told Xiao Yan that she was most afraid of pain, and that she would never be able to marry him in the future.

He also turned around to touch the long-tailed bird that was half bald and half of its flesh was bitten off by eagle owls, and prayed softly for Xiao Yan not to harm it.

The eyes of the young man Hei Lingling quietly looked at the unconscious man, and there was a wordless sadness in his eyes.

Lingzhi felt sad, tears fell down her cheeks gently and quietly, softly kissed the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth with her lips, and whispered thank you to him.

Thank you Xiao Yan for finding a good place to bury him when he was about to rot from the fire of the earth dragon, and thank you Xiao Yan for staying in the mountains and spending a very happy time with him.

Although he knew that Xiao Yan was not Junqian, all he wanted was his Ganoderma lucidum, and the marriage might not be real.

But what Xiao Yan did for him in the mountains brought him real happiness.

If Xiao Yan hadn't buried it in the soil back then, Ganoderma lucidum would have died long ago.

So... it's nothing to give yourself to him.

Lingzhi hugged Xiao Yan's neck tightly, and pressed her wet cheek against Xiao Yan's cheek.

The tear-wet eyelashes were a little sticky, rubbed them together, and the ones that fell off stuck to the bridge of Xiao Yan's nose and the corners of her lips.

Lingzhi pursed her lips, slightly curled up the corners of her mouth, and reached out to gently help Xiao Yan take away the eyelashes that fell on his face.

The young man turned his head, picked up a sharp knife at the side, and carefully uncovered his cherished robe.

The sharp blade sank into Lingtao's heart, and Lingzhi trembled, covering the bleeding spot with her fingertips, watching the blood seep into her fingertips little by little.

He fed Xiao Yan with the blood in his heart, his face faded from rosiness, and became as pale as Xiao Yan.

Like a flower that loses water and slowly falls, Lingzhi dared not look at the place where she was bleeding, and whispered to Xiao Yan: "Junqian, I'm in so much pain."

Lingzhi is most afraid of pain.

But he didn't stop.

At this point in the dream, the picture seems to have really existed.

Lingzhi cried out for pain in a weak voice, and her warm breath gradually moved away from Xiao Yan.

Finally, the arms hugging Xiao Yan's neck disappeared, and the smell of blood spread from Xiao Yan's throat, which was warm and rich.

Sweat soaked a smoky gray plain shirt.

The clothes were sticking to Xiao Yan's back, and he tightly covered his aching heart, just as he sat up, a mouthful of blood gushed out of the bed.

The heart-breaking pain is clearly and closely connected at this moment.

Under the dim light and shadow, Xiao Yan's handsome and gentle face was distorted and fearful at this time, he covered his heart with his hands and remained silent for a long time.

In the early morning of that day, Manager Liu waited outside the door for a quarter of an hour. The old butler was a little uneasy and was about to find someone to break in, when he heard the grand master's hoarse voice.

The old housekeeper went in, and saw that the Taishi's plain clothes were stained with dried blood.

*****

Xiao Yan was lying in bed, her clear and handsome face was so white that it lost its color overnight, her black hair was wet and messy behind her, not as clean and elegant as before, her brows were tightly frowned, as if being haunted by something.

Mr. Liu was frightened, so he hurriedly cleaned and wiped his master with a soft handkerchief dipped in water, and changed into clean clothes.

At this moment, the sixty-year-old housekeeper couldn't help but his eyes were blurred with tears, and his hands were shaking all the time.

Xiao Yan's eyes seemed to be separated by a black mist, looking at the flustered old housekeeper, he shook his head very lightly, and said hoarsely: "Let Mei Ruobai come over."

He said again, "You go out first."

Director Liu nodded again and again, and ordered the little servant to wait outside the door, only to enter under the order of the grand master.

He quickly took a carriage to Meiyuan to invite Dr. Mei. Mei Ruobai's wheelchair was pushed quickly by Mr. Liu, and a few fallen leaves were carried into the air after being crushed by the wheels. Raise more flying leaves.

Mei Ruobai said: "Director Liu, if you care about it, you will be chaotic, so be more cautious."

Manager Liu said stubbornly: "I can't calm down, Dr. Mei should go and have a look."

Director Liu didn't let the boy who came with Mei Ruobai follow up in the Jingsiyuan, and he, the old housekeeper, took care of all needs.

Across the silver silk curtain, Mei Ruobai first diagnosed Xiao Ni's pulse.

Ning Shen's light smoke faded a bit of the blood, Mei Ruobai looked at the person lying on the bed behind the silver curtain: "The grand master has frequently coughed up blood recently, and it has been delayed for a few days, hurting the inside."

Mei Ruobai raised her eyes and said to Director Liu, "Please also bring my needle pack, and give the Grand Master the injection for half an hour first."

Manager Liu handed the needle bag embroidered with several winter plum blossoms to Mei Ruobai. Mei Ruobai unfolded the needle bag and put it in front of her knees, and said with a smile, "Boss, please."

General Manager Liu lifted the silver silk curtain, the handsome eyes of the man lying on the bed were slightly closed, Mei Ruobai skillfully raised her hand to apply the needle, Xiao Yan on the bed didn't move, and didn't even open her eyes.

Mei Ruobai finished the injection quickly, and asked Mr. Liu to fetch the pen and paper. He wrote two prescriptions, and marked the brewing method, time and date one by one.

Manager Liu sent Dr. Mei back from the plum garden in a saddle. He saw that he had finished the acupuncture and wrote the prescription. His legs were so sick that he couldn't stand and walk. You can't neglect others too much.

"What kind of tea does Doctor Mei like to drink? This old servant will prepare some tea."

Mei Ruobai smiled like a breeze: "I came in a hurry, I am really thirsty, please trouble Manager Liu."

He added, "Just pour me a glass of water."

Director Liu sent his servants to the back mountain to fetch water from the clear spring to boil some of it. Looking back, he saw Mei Ruobai sitting in the front hall, looking at the flower ridges on the side, as if admiring the delicate and ingenious craftsmanship.

Even though the doctor in Meiyuan was physically handicapped, he was neither humble nor overbearing in this grand master's mansion that outsiders admired and feared, and was commendable.

When it was quiet, the owner behind the silver curtain in the room moved.

Xiao Yan raised his hand to lift the curtain, looking directly at Mei Ruobai with his dark and indifferent eyes.

"Doctor Mei, what did you touch?"

Mei Ruobai was surprised: "Why did the grand master say that?"

Xiao Yan sat up from the bed, with deep eyebrows and indifferent scrutiny.

"Doctor Mei only needs to explain where he went and what he did."

Grand Master Xiao is unpredictable and moody, Mei Ruobai has heard about this a little bit.He didn't want to cause trouble either, so he explained everything he did today in detail.

"I've been in the plum garden. I washed up and had breakfast in the morning, and then I went to a few medicine gardens in the east to take care of herbs."

"Later, I went to the back mountain. The back mountain specializes in growing medicinal materials such as ganoderma lucidum. I watched it with the servant. As soon as I went down the mountain, Manager Liu sent me to the Grand Master's mansion."

Xiao Yan's eyes were sharp: "Doctor Mei also planted Ganoderma lucidum."

Mei Ruobai nodded: "Naturally, there are no less than a hundred kinds of medicinal materials planted in the garden. Except for the people living in the main courtyard and a side courtyard, the other places are used to grow medicinal herbs."

Xiao Yan remained silent, although he was suspicious by nature, but at this moment he knew in his heart that he was embarrassing this doctor with both legs.

Ling Zhiyuan disappeared in Wuqing Mountain, how could he appear in Yandu?

He concealed the yin between his brows, and asked Mr. Liu to send Mei Ruobai back to the plum garden after the acupuncture was done.

Ever since Xiao Yan saw the scene of Lingzhi poaching her heart and blood to feed and detoxify herself in her dream, her thoughts have become more serious than before.

There was a heavy snowfall in winter, and the ornamental pool was covered with thick ice. Snowflakes like goose feathers fell softly from the window eaves and accumulated on the ground. Several plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the dark fragrance is floating.

Director Liu asked for an amulet from Lingming Temple yesterday. His grandson has always been sick since winter, and he has been sick intermittently.

The old man was thinking about it, so he took a carriage to the outskirts of the city before it was dark, walked hundreds of steep stone steps, and climbed up to Lingming Temple to sincerely ask for this talisman.

When Xiao Yan saw it, he asked a question, and Mr. Liu replied truthfully, and caught a glimpse of the master thinking.

That day, Mei Ruobai came to Taishi's mansion to give Xiao Ni several injections, and the coughing up of blood stopped.

But Xiao Yan couldn't dream of Lingzhi anymore. Since returning to Yandu, the dream that had been haunting him at night suddenly dissipated, as if Lingzhi had died and could not come back.

Although it was a dream, Xiao Yan was convinced in every possible way that the always stupid little medicine man took his heart and soul to detoxify himself.

As for the obsession that was deeply trapped in the nightmare and conjecture, it faded away with the dream.

Xiao Yan had to believe that Lingzhi died for saving herself.

The pure and beautiful little medicine man died a wronged and painful death, but he still looked obedient, with tears on his cheeks.

Xiao Yan was blocked in his heart, and asked Mr. Liu where the Lingming Temple was located.

At least... I want that well-behaved and beautiful boy to go away comfortably.

It was not dawn, the cold air was cold, and the whole body of the red rabbit horse was burning like flames in the ice and snow. Xiao Yan was wearing a moon white fox cloak and riding on the horse's back, and set off from the Grand Master's Mansion with a few hidden guards.

Lingming Temple is a centuries-old temple, hidden in the mountains, the road is difficult.On the way, many people who went to worship the temple stopped and stopped, and when they were tired, they rested and continued to walk.

As soon as the morning light emerged from the clouds, Xiao Yan had already jumped up hundreds of stone steps.

The dark guard showed the jade card, and Xiao Yan met Master Kongwu, the abbot of Lingming Temple.

Master Kongwu smiled detachedly, not surprised to see Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows: "Master Kongwu knows that I will come today."

Kong Wu nodded: "The grand master has the fruit of karma, and it is for this reason that he found Lingming Temple."

Xiao Yan said: "Someone died because of me. I want him to go away with peace of mind. At least... it doesn't hurt so much. Please give me some advice."

Kong Wu sighed: "The cause and effect planted that day should be settled by the Grand Master himself."

Master Kongwu looked at him and said: "If the Grand Master has guidance, just look for it."

Xiao Yan was silent.

Like a flaming horse that descended from the sky, it galloped all the way to the outside of the plum garden in the outskirts of Yandu.

Master Kongwu's words are cryptic, but Xiao Yan can understand them at a glance.

That day when Mei Ruobai saw him and gave him acupuncture, when he mentioned that there was a Ganoderma lucidum field in the back mountain, Xiao Yan would occasionally think of it.

The number of ganoderma lucidum delivered to the mansion was unabated every day, and he was always absent-minded after seeing it.

Although he knew that Wuqing Mountain and Yan were separated by such a long distance, even if it was impossible, Xiao Yan still had some faint concerns.

Xiao Yan led the dark guard into the Plum Garden, and before anyone reported it, the dark guard picked up a young servant in the garden, like a chicken, and said with a nasty smile: "Lead the grand master to the Ganoderma lucidum field in the back mountain. .”

The boy was young, shaking his legs in the air, tears welling in his eyes, trembling and stretching his fingers.

There is snow behind the mountain, a vast expanse of whiteness.

The boy who was in charge of clearing the snow from the back mountain every day was about to work, when he bumped into a few people walking into the back mountain, the handsome man at the head was like a banished fairy, but with a strange and majestic coldness, he shivered.

"You, you..."

Before the boy finished speaking, he asked another hidden guard to pick it up easily.

"If you don't kneel down when you see the grand master, are you twitching?"

Ganoderma lucidum grows all over the mountain at the roots of rotten trees, gray and red, with round canopies, very cute in appearance, but Xiao Yan didn't even look at it.

Mei Ruobai and the servant rushed over, frowning and asked: "What does the Grand Master mean?"

The hidden guard beside Mei Ruobai blocked Mei Ruobai's way forward, and said with a smile: "Doctor Mei has trouble with his legs and feet, please calm down."

Mei Ruobai looked at them: "I can't even enter the Ganoderma lucidum garden on the mountain behind my house?"

The secret guard shook his head: "Everyone in the world is in the purse of the Grand Master, not to mention Doctor Mei's small back mountain."

He said again: "If you don't send the ganoderma lucidum in the plum garden to the grand master's mansion, you won't be afraid of offending the master."

Mei Ruobai looked cold.

The secret guard said: "I would like to advise Dr. Mei to stop talking. I see that the master is not in a good mood today. No matter whether he finds the ganoderma or not, Meiyuan's life in the future may not be very easy."

Mei Ruobai squeezed her robe tightly, sat on the wheelchair, and looked into the depths of the Ganoderma lucidum garden in the back mountain.

Xiao Yan searched aimlessly along the back mountain, ignoring the large tracts of Ganoderma lucidum growing, until a piece of green lucidum that had nothing to do with Ganoderma lucidum, its leaves covered with thin snow broke into his eyes, and his footsteps stopped.

Xiao Yan pushed aside the medicinal herbs that grew to the calf, and he walked to the deepest center.

In the center of the layers of grass leaves, a short, slender, somewhat curved stipe is wrapped.It collapsed obliquely in the soil, and unlike other chubby Ganoderma lucidum, it has no cap.

The color of the stipe is gray and white, and it is not even the size of a little finger.

If Xiao Yan hadn't pushed the blade of grass away, no one would have seen it.

It's tiny and fragile, and looks like it could break easily.

Xiao Yan suppressed the surging pain in his heart, his face was as pale as the snow covered on the ground.

The little Ganoderma lucidum that he had been looking for for so long grew quietly and alone in a remote corner.

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!

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