Small Lingzhi

When the wind blows, the flowers and branches outside the Xuan window tremble, and some fine and continuous rain drifts in,

Xiao Yan's slightly scattered eyes looked at Kong Luoluo's arms with some nostalgia, and the drizzle that drifted in from the window dampened his temples a little.

Xiao Yan's slack eyes gradually deepened, he stared at the little Ganoderma lucidum quietly growing on the side of the desk, and asked, "Is that you?"

The astringent and bitter scent of the medicine wrapped in his arms still lingered on the end of his nose, and his fingertips seemed to still hold the coolness tightly.

It's like an empty dream, but it's not real like a dream.

Xiao Yan curled up her index finger, and scratched the full and round canopy of the little Ganoderma lucidum with her fingertips.

Even though there was only a short and empty dream, Xiao Yan's heart still trembled when he hugged that slender body tightly in his arms.

"Little thing, entrust me with another dream."

The little Ganoderma lucidum looked cute and quiet, Xiao Yan shook his head and laughed, thinking that it was not so good compared to before, after raising it for several months, he entrusted him with a dream just now.

On a wet spring night, it is normal for people to lack dreams.

It can be said that it is an illusory dream. After all, Xiao Yan became absent-minded for this dream with breath and temperature.

During the meal that day, Xiao Yan drank the ginseng soup in the cup slowly without touching the other dishes.

Manager Liu and the servant who were waiting on the side looked at each other, and Manager Liu tentatively asked: "Master, but the dishes are not to your liking? The old slave will go to the kitchen and order the cook to prepare some new dishes."

The voice fell, and there was no sound in the hall.

Manager Liu and the servants bowed their heads and waited quietly. After a long while, Manager Liu raised his head and saw that their master was playing with the cup, obviously absent-minded, and didn't hear what he said.

Mr. Liu's throat rolled slightly: "Grand Master..."

Xiao Yan's dark and deep eyes flickered, put down the soup cup, and said softly: "Let's remove all the dishes, and I will go outside for a walk."

Manager Liu hurriedly followed.

"Teacher, it's cold and rainy outside, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiao Yan looked indifferent, staring at the misty sky outside the hall, and asked the servant to put on a dark cloak.

"I'm in a very good mood today, don't follow me here."

Director Liu couldn't figure out what his master was thinking, why wouldn't he eat when he was in a good mood?

But he caught a glimpse of the smile flickering in his master's eyes, so he nodded.

Xiao Yan didn't give way to anyone, he was surrounded by hidden guards, and the slaves were just for show.

The dark blue slender figure gradually disappeared under the night and spring rain.

There is a big mountain in the northwest of the Grand Master's mansion. Xiao Yan had ordered Director Liu a few days ago to plant the back mountain with fruits and take good care of the green grass leaves.

The canopy of the tree should also be pruned according to the trees on Wuqing Mountain. There are also stargazing towers and rain-appreciating pavilions on the mountain, and the buildings are small and do not take up much space.

The little medicine man usually likes to lie on the rocks and count the stars to look at the moon. It would be better if there are lush grasses and fruits next to him, and he can pick them to his mouth and eat them.

Lanterns are set up on the back mountain, standing under the rain as if separated by a layer of veil.

There were still workers breaking ground on the mountain. They turned their heads and saw a man walking in the rain and fog. The man had a handsome face and a dignified appearance. The teacher knelt down on the spot.

The workers knocked their heads into the muddy water soaked in the continuous spring rain, and neatly saluted the master of the Grand Master's mansion.

Xiao Yan nodded slightly: "Get up, you guys do your work."

He bypassed the place where the construction was underway and walked towards the area that had already been built.

Xiao Yan walked around the place where the back mountain was built, and he ordered the workers to restore the Wuqing Mountain as much as possible, and even asked the craftsmen to chisel and build a cave.

It was windy at night, and after returning to the mansion, the big cloak Xiao Ling wrapped around her body was soaked by the rain.

Manager Liu quickly asked the servant to prepare water, Xiao Yan untied the cloak and threw it to the servant, then said, "Go to the hot spring for a while today."

There is a hot spring pavilion built in the mansion. After Xiao Yan came back, she concentrated on raising Ganoderma lucidum, and hadn't been there for a while.

Manager Liu nodded hurriedly, and the servants next to him immediately sent someone to the hot spring pavilion to prepare something.

Xiao Yan crossed several winding corridors, and stopped at the deepest part of the cabinet sitting halfway up the mountain.

The outer wall of the attic is vermilion, and the interior is resplendent and resplendent. Even every brick under your feet is made of valuable jade.

Xiao Yan walked up the jade steps slowly, the soft and fragrant warm wind lingered all over her body, the spring was cold and rainy outside the attic, within a short time after entering, her fingertips were already wrapped in a layer of warmth.

Two servants who have been serving the master all the year round gently removed Xiao Yan's clothes. They held the jade plate with their heads down and knelt under the jade steps of the hot spring platform. They even breathed very lightly, waiting for the master's orders at any time.

The hot spring soaked every part of the skin, and Xiao Yan felt the long-lost comfort and laziness. He closed his eyes and leaned against the hot spring.

Today I'm always a little sloppy and in a trance, and if I don't pay attention, I will think of the temperature in my arms.

Xiao Yan pulled up a soft face towel and covered his forehead, the water dripped into his wet hair, his head was hot, he was drowsy, as if he was pulled into the dream that made him absent-minded again.

Xiao Yan really misses Xiao Lingzhi more than a little.

The self-righteous hypocrisy in Wuqing Mountain at the beginning, the moment before it was a joke, and the next moment he was a little addicted to the soft medicinal fragrance.

At this moment, he even had a little hysterical thought in his dream, but when he woke up, his body was as stiff as a stone.

Xiao Yan was like a person dying of thirst, with a thin blush on his dark and deep eyebrows.

The soft face scarf became a little rough at this moment, the palms sometimes relaxed and sometimes clenched, a few drops of sweat mixed with the water from Tangquan fell from the high bridge of the nose, a deep red spread from his neck, and the veins twitched obviously, and then, Xiao Yan Many beads of sweat rolled from the eyebrows, hair bun, and chin.

Xiao Yan threw the face towel casually, and her Adam's apple slid up and down.

After the breathing became stable, I wondered if that little Ganoderma lucidum was thinking a little too crazy.

In Wuqing Mountain, he often spends time with Lingzhi in love.

Xiao Yan never kissed Lingzhi stingily, but never really hugged him.

However, thinking about it at this moment, Xiao Yan's thoughts that had been relaxed just now couldn't help but fluctuate again.

He pinched the space between his brows, he, who paid attention to the way of self-cultivation, would appear bloody and impulsive because of an illusory dream that hadn't happened yet.

After all, he is just a little Ganoderma lucidum.

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The room is quiet, and the spring rain falling under the window eaves sounds soft and dreamy.

Manager Liu reported recent important matters in the mansion to his master, bowed his head and waited until the flowers and branches outside the Xuan window could not bear the rain and fell down, the voice was clear and audible.

Manager Liu looked up at his master, and found that his master was distracted again.

The master's mind-wandering frequency has been a little higher these days.

Every time I come back to consciousness, my expression seems to be a little emotional and lost.

Manager Liu didn't dare to take a closer look.

Waiting quietly until the master came back to his senses, Director Liu continued to speak just now.

After Xiao Chu "hanged himself", someone had already buried him, and according to Xiao Yan's order, he was buried next to the tomb of his teacher Xiao Yan.

People are also buried, the tombstone is erected, and the time comes to the day of Priest Xiao Yan every year.

The boss made arrangements for the tomb sacrifices one by one in every detail, and the time has already been calculated by someone.

Manager Liu unfolded the booklet recording the day and time, and asked the master in a low voice which day he chose to pass.

After reading it, Xiao Yan said, "Three days later."

On the day when Xiao Yan offered sacrifices to his benefactor, the sky was overcast and there was no rain, and the wind made the veils outside the corridor fluttering.

He wears a plain white uniform, and a wooden hairpin is pinned behind his black hair. He is simple and elegant, with a slender figure, as if he went back to the time when he was still young, when Xiao Yan didn't know the dangers of the court.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes, his thoughts were mixed.

Now he is truly a lonely person. After his teacher died of illness, the only and last person in the world who cared for him left.

For him, senior brother, the relevant memories that can be recalled are not so good.

He doesn't necessarily have any good memories, but it is conceivable that the senior brother has even more resentment towards him.

Xiao Yan put away her trance, bent the corners of her lips, and tapped the plump and moist canopy of the little Ganoderma lucidum with her fingertips.

"If you miss me, you might come out and meet me earlier."

Before leaving, Xiao Yan cut off the blood of his heart and fed it to Ganoderma lucidum, the reddish part of the canopy gray became more red, Xiao Yan even thought it was the result of watering it with his heart blood.

Xiao Yan left something of himself on the little Ganoderma lucidum, as if imprinting it with his own mark.

The possessive desire hidden in Xiao Yan's heart grew and spread.

The plain white figure entered the sedan chair, Xiao Yan traveled low-key today, the sedan chair was replaced by a clean and elegant carriage, driving from the bustling city center of Yandu all the way to the outskirts of the capital, gradually disappearing in the dense fog of the green mountains.

The sky was gloomy, and the sedan chair parked steadily outside the cemetery. Before the driver could make a sound, a slender finger came out from the curtain,

Xiao Yan looked at the lush and quiet cemetery in front of him, and said: "Today is simple, no need to salute."

Xiao Yan's mentor would kowtow and kneel from time to time if he didn't like it, but Xiao Yan's ostentation is extremely gorgeous and grand now. Half the city is not an exaggeration, he will naturally not make the other party unhappy on the day of worshiping the master.

The black-clothed dark guards who followed him hid everywhere in the cemetery, not even a mosquito could fly in.

Xiao Yan held a plain umbrella and a bamboo basket in his left hand. From a distance, he could see the only tombstone standing in the center of the garden. Not far away, there was a smaller tombstone.

The huge cemetery was built in a quiet and simple way. Xiao Yan stood in front of the largest stele, lifted the silk cloth, took out the things in the bamboo basket, and arranged them in an orderly manner.

He lit a white candle, took out three sticks of incense and put them on the white wax to burn quietly, leaned over the tombstone, and worshiped devoutly.

In the first two years after the mentor left, Xiao Yan still had a lot to say to the mentor.

Later, as the position got higher, gradually, I stopped talking.

Xiao Yan came to pay homage to his teacher for half a day, and most of the time he looked at the tombstone silently, saying a thousand words, only he was alone and silently accompanied.

The master commented on the young Xiao Yan as talented, intelligent, thoughtful, and good at strategy.

The master doesn't dislike his scheming mind, but he can't understand how he is always scheming and needs to be scheming in everything. He is worried that he will lose the only truth in his heart in the long run.

Xiao Yan didn't want to let his master know that he was thinking about other schemes when he worshiped, so the more powerful he was, the less he could talk to.

But today Xiao Yan has something to say with his teacher.

Perhaps his emotions were sprouting, and when he mentioned the little Ganoderma lucidum that was full of his heart and eyes with his master, Xiao Yan was entangled with some strange and throbbing thoughts in his heart.

He smiled lowly: "Master, if you have seen him, you must like him."

"Little Ganoderma lucidum is well-behaved and sensible, and is good at knowing medicine. You said that a pure heart is the most precious treasure in the world. He has the precious pure heart you said."

Xiao Yan no longer has the precious heart of the world, so he wants to take good care of this heart of Ganoderma lucidum.

After finishing the chat between master and apprentice, Xiao Yan turned his eyes to the small tablet beside him.

Xiao Chu's tombstone.

Xiao Yan whispered: "Master, I will let senior brother go down to accompany you. You should leave early, and you should be lonely these years. Although senior brother is stubborn and stupid, he took good care of you in the early days."

He said again: "The master told me to take good care of my brother before he died, and I did it. Now that the time has passed, let him come down to accompany you, the master should not blame me."

The flames of ash flutter faintly in the gloomy garden, and the shadows of the branches swaying in the wind in the distance are gloomy.

After Xiao Yan finished chatting with her master, she glanced at Xiao Chu's tombstone just now, and poured a glass of still warm old wine in front of Xiao Chu's tomb in a leisurely manner.

He sprinkled the old wine in front of the tomb and made a toast to Xiao Chu.

Xiao Yan had nothing to say to his nominal senior brother, and even saved time on the hypocrisy.

After all, Xiao Chu was the one who wanted his life, and Xiao Ni didn't have the compassion of a Bodhisattva.

If someone bullied him, he would take the other person's life.

Xiao Yan smiled and said: "Brother, don't blame me for being cruel, everyone has their own place, if you don't like everything I arranged for you, then stay at ease by Master's side."

He also said: "My little Ganoderma lucidum grows very well, when he comes out, he will love me forever, unfortunately I will let you down."

Xiao Yan stayed in the cemetery for half a day, the night was dark, and a layer of damp mist rose around the cemetery.

Xiao Yan brushed off the water droplets on his clothes, stared at the teacher's tombstone, and said softly: "The apprentice is leaving."

In the past, every year when she came to pay homage to her benefactor, Xiao Yan always had some irresistible depressed thoughts in the next few days.

Because I have had the days of being treated sincerely, after losing it, I will always miss it very much at some time.

He has lost this feeling for too long, and after taking power, he will not hand over his back to anyone, so long that he has forgotten that he was once attached to this feeling himself.

But today is different.

Xiao Yan walked like a spring breeze, he was not depressed like in the past, and he even ordered the driver to drive faster.

In the early days, he didn't feed Ganoderma lucidum with a little blood, so it must be hungry by now.

Xiao Yan was in a daze, and the images of the teacher and the apprentice getting along several times when he was young flashed through his mind in sequence.

In the last flash, it was the pair of eyes looking at him in front of his eyes, pure and black, bright as stars.

The wind stilled.

The hidden guards hiding in the forest are like a dense web laid by a spider, indifferently surrounding the assassins who appeared.

The grand master traveled low-key today, some old foxes saw that there were not many guards with them outside the sedan chair, although they knew that there might be traps, but they couldn't bear their thoughts.

Xiao Yan woke up from the trance, opened a corner of the curtain with his fingertips, and said calmly: "I don't know what is good."

He propped up his jaw and ordered the hidden guards outside.

"I'm rushing back to raise Ganoderma lucidum."

It means that it is enough to let the hidden guard stay alive, and kill the others quickly.

Another point, don't dirty the sedan chair, Mr. Xiao is very clean by nature, if the sedan chair is dirty with even a little bit of bloody foam, these hidden guards will also punish him.

In Jingsiyuan, Xiao Yan bathed slowly, with a light fragrance lingering.

He casually put on a misty blue light shirt, the belt was loose, the jade hairpin was half down, his slightly damp black hair was flowing smoothly on his back, elegant and lazy, and his dark eyes were staring at the teasing little Ganoderma lucidum in his palm without blinking.

The red part of the canopy of Ganoderma lucidum becomes more red, and it seems to grow a circle.

"glutton."

He smiled lightly, a proud and satisfied color flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Yan took out the blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and her thin lips gradually turned pale when the knife pierced her heart.

His gaze was soft, still resting on the plump canopy of Ganoderma lucidum, and the strength of his wrist injected into the handle of the knife deepened.

The black hair fell sideways on the face, Xiao Yan lightly pursed the corners of her lips, her gentle eyes flashed a little impatient and dazed.

He didn't have much blood to feed the little Ganoderma lucidum, the tip of the knife was almost touching the heart, and the oozing blood was not as warm and turbulent as before.

With a pale face, Xiao Yan slowly dripped the blood condensed on the fingertips towards the edge of the Ganoderma lucidum stalk. Seeing that the blood had soaked into the soil and let it be absorbed, he picked up the porcelain jar of hemostatic powder and sprayed it on the scars. Heart shake powder.

Xiao Yan waited for the blood to stop, spent a moment with Ganoderma lucidum quietly, and finally picked up the warm tonic soup and took it.

The long-term accumulated blood loss made Xiao Yan very reactive tonight, and his body was sweating profusely.

He went to bed earlier, half asleep and half awake, the several stab wounds superimposed on his heart seemed to take revenge on him at this moment, and the pain from it had already made him unable to ignore it.

Xiao Yan's eyelashes were covered with sweat, and everything he saw was hazy and illusory.

There seemed to be a burst of bitter medicinal fragrance vaguely, Xiao Yan's face was pale and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

His arms were filled with that breath, as if he had reached the source of the breath, so he tightened his arms even more.

The sweaty eyelashes were closed, and the roots of Xiao Yan's eyelashes, who was immersed in a dream, were slightly prickled. Something was gently trying to open his eyelashes.

There was once a teenager who liked to lie on the bedside and pull his eyelashes with his fingers while he was sleeping.

Xiao Yan's long eyelashes shook open, and the fragrance of the medicine gradually overlapped with this moment in the illusory dream.

He swallowed with a tight throat, and met a pair of pure star-like eyes.

……

……

Xiao Yan circled his arms, and closed his palms on the man's waist.

He lifted this feather-like weight slightly into his arms, for fear that this dream would slip away again.

"I'm holding you tight this time, little Lingzhi."

The author says:

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