Small Lingzhi

The main hall was clean, Xiao Yan slowly finished a small bowl of egg noodles in vegetarian soup, and lost his appetite for the rest, so he asked his servants to clean up the leftovers.

Manager Liu saw the cold and lonely flash between his master's eyebrows, and felt uncomfortable.

Now he would rather see his former cold-blooded and powerful master. Although he was feared and was always rumored to be unreasonable, he would not worry people anyway.

The master has thought about the young master, he has become humane, he is considerate and considerate, but the young master does not want to pay attention to the master. This unilateral contribution will inevitably make people feel sad, and the master will not be spared.

Manager Liu sighed in his heart, and wanted to persuade the master to eat more.

Xiao Yan's somewhat expressed emotions dissipated in an instant, and his expression was indifferent at the moment, showing no sadness or joy.

He whispered: "The palace sent a few boxes of sweets from Bianyu today, take some to the Jingsiyuan."

Lingzhi likes sweets, Xiao Yan took a meal, and said: "Don't give too much, just give half a portion every few days. He has no sense of eating sweets, and if he eats without restraint, he will have a toothache. If he asks, Let’s just say the back kitchen did it.”

Manager Liu directed the words to the little servant who was close to Lingzhi.

Jingsiyuan.

As soon as Lingzhi returned to the house, the little servant brought in hot water, and the clean clothes were ready. He went out for a trip, although he was sitting in a carriage on the way, the clothes would not be stained with moisture.

The little servant said carefully: "I'll wait for you to take a bath first, if you catch a cold and then catch the wind and cold, it won't be good."

Lingzhi nodded, and stretched out her hand to ask the little servant to peel off the gauze covering him, covering the rest by herself, a little shyly saying, "I'll do the rest myself."

The little servant retreated to the side and covered his mouth with a smile, and took the inner shirt that the young master had untied. It was soft and comfortable, light and fluffy, with the smell of the young master.

The little slave took a deep breath, it was a bitter medicinal fragrance, at first I felt a little strange smelling it, but after a long time, especially in the hot summer, the impetuous mind would involuntarily calm down when I smelled the little prince's breath, which is also amazing.

The warm water soaked the petals of the bath, and the ointment was wetted with water and spread along the skin, and fragrant bubbles formed.

Lingzhi curled up her knees in the tub and rubbed her hands and feet while playing with the bubbles and petals on the water surface. There was a knock on the door, and the little servant whispered something to the visitor. When she came in, she was holding a box of delicate sweets in both hands.

The little servant walked around the screen and brought the candy to Lingzhi.

"Young master, do you want to eat?"

Lingzhi and Xiao Yan were very restrained when eating just now, and they are still a little hungry at the moment.

He stroked his belly and opened his lips slightly.

The little servant picked up a piece of soft and glutinous candy and brought it to the young master's bright red lips, with his eyes open.

Lingzhi said: "It's delicious."

The little servant gave him another piece.

When the bath water cooled down, all the box of exquisite candies went into Lingzhi's stomach, and she didn't feel sweet at all, and she still wanted to eat again.

Lingzhi lifted the lid of the candy box to see if there was anything inside.

"Why haven't I eaten this candy on weekdays, did you buy it today?"

The little servant smiled and said, "It was made by the back kitchen."

Lingzhi blinked slowly: "Oh..."

Although he is not deeply involved in the world, but he eats and lives in the Taishi Mansion for a while, no matter what he does, he is intensive.

Gradually, he can perceive which clothes are made of good materials, and which foods are exquisite and precious, and can be tasted quickly after entering his mouth.

Lingzhi had tasted quite a few dim sum in the mansion, but she hadn't tasted the sweets just now.

He put on a cool underwear and was about to lie down when the little servant saw that his hair was wet and immediately took a dry soft cloth to wipe it off.

"Young master, don't lie down. Sleeping with wet hair can cause a headache."

Lingzhi got up and said "Oh", he lay on the bed bored in every possible way, and went to the desk with bare feet to pour some water on the ganoderma.

He picked up the flower pot and placed it behind the window. The night outside the window was misty. He played with the canopy of Ganoderma lucidum for a while, resting his chin on his arm, looking in a certain direction.

There was no light in the attic tonight.

Manager Liu knocked lightly on the door and sent something inside.

He didn't leave immediately after delivery, but looked at Lingzhi hesitating to speak.

Lingzhi was lying on the desk drowsy, the sweet taste of candies still remained on her lips and teeth.

He asked vaguely, "Director Liu, do you have anything to say to me?"

Manager Liu sent the little servant to evade outside with a wink, bowed and said: "Young master, the master is sick, if you have time... can you go and see the master? Just take a look, there is no need to talk to the master, if the master knows The young master has gone to see it, and he will be relieved a lot."

Lingzhi lowered her eyes, her slender fingers intertwined.

Mr. Liu said: "Young master."

Lingzhi said softly: "You just ask the doctor to come and see a doctor, I don't need to..."

Manager Liu's expression turned pale: "My lord, don't you know that the person the master wants to see most is you?"

He said again: "I believe you can feel how the master treats you these days, and everyone in the mansion can see it for all to see."

"The master is afraid of the cold and the heat of the son, and worried about your illness. As long as everything is sent to the master, the master will personally look over and check it, just in case you don't like it. When the son is sick, he can't wait to carry the son in his arms. Take care of me, no matter what unpleasant things have happened between the young master and the master, the master's heart towards you now is absolutely true."

Manager Liu lowered his eyebrows and bowed: "My master felt unwell after he came back from the mine. You didn't even want to look at Dr. Mei even if you went to see him. The master felt lonely but didn't say anything. A few days ago, the son was sick and murmured in his dream. A sentence of vegetarian noodle soup, the master went to the back kitchen to make a bowl of vegetarian noodle soup after you went to the plum garden, but the young master didn’t even taste it.”

"The master didn't say anything, but the old slave still wanted to let the young master know that the master washed his hands and made the soup, and after cooking the noodles, he waited on an empty stomach for the young master to come back for dinner."

Lingzhi: "..."

Director Liu sighed: "These words tonight are what the old slave said on his own initiative to the young master. If the young master doesn't like it, just pretend he didn't hear it. Please don't blame the master, the young master, the old slave has retired."

Lingzhi was lying on the desk, and Manager Liu was still in a daze after he exited the bedroom.

The little servant came in and took out the Ningshen material burning in the incense burner and replaced it with a new one. The rain was damp, and he replaced all the absorbent bags in the house.

The little servant looked at the young master who was curled up on the couch exquisitely and beautifully like a fairy, he went to pick up the blanket that fell on the ground, put it back on Lingzhi's lap lightly, and said: "The servant is guarding the door, young master has already some rest."

Lingzhi's black eyelashes trembled, and she let out a slow "oh".

When Lingzhi was the only one left in the room, he looked at the fat and lustrous Ganoderma lucidum in front of him, his face flashed with confusion and trance.

Why did Xiao Yan make vegetarian noodle soup for him? It was his favorite noodle dish to pester Junqian to make.

He is not blind, as long as he has eyes, it is not difficult to see that Xiao Yan is dressed in Jun Qian's clothes, and even the curvature of his face when he smiles is exactly the same as that of Jun Qian when he raises his eyebrows and curls his lips.

They have the same face, but Xiao Yan is still not Junqian, and no one can replace Junqian.

Xiao Yan is the only one who is not qualified to replace Junqian.

Lingzhi was in a trance, her dreams turned upside down.

He saw Jun Qian holding him tenderly in his arms, holding each other's fingers, and telling him stories patiently and tolerantly in a gentle and deep voice.

He saw Xiao Yan's forbearance again, his face was lonely mixed with pain and sullenness, and he hugged him very hard, as if he wanted to crush him, but he always hugged him lightly, Xiao Yan told him that he was the king move.

Lingzhi was startled and her head was wet with sweat, her legs were limply hanging down on the bed, and her eyes were wandering.

The rain had stopped outside the window, and the damp and cool wind seeped in a few strands from the not so tight veil.

He put on his shoes and got out of bed, quietly lifted the veil behind the window, and there was darkness in a certain direction.

Lingzhi lowered the curtain, and suddenly heard the little servant guarding the door whispering, and immediately got back to the bed and lay down.

A figure came into the warm and fragrant room, the silver gauze curtains swayed slightly, Lingzhi twisted her face, buried in the silk quilt, and felt that there was a person sitting quietly behind her.

The faint cold fragrance was gradually audible, Lingzhi held back her trembling, wondering what that person wanted to do next?

The figure bent down, less than half an inch away from Lingzhi's face.

As long as Xiao Yan bows his head, he can kiss the young man's ear.

He once sucked the white jade-like thin and soft ear flesh on his lips, and it didn't take long for it to turn shy red and moisten endlessly.

If he is a little lower, he can kiss him as he wishes.

Xiao Yan got up and stayed in front of the bed for less than half a cup of tea. After leaving, she covered her lips and coughed a few times.

Although he was hurt by Lingzhi's evasive attitude, he thought that Lingzhi forgot to take off his shoes in order to hide, and only cared about hiding his head but forgot to hide his feet. He was so cute and confused, which made him both painful and happy.

It's a pity that I'm willing to plot against this crystal-pure boy, and I'm glad that Lingzhi doesn't want to accept that I hate myself, but fortunately, the other party hasn't become sluggish because of being hurt.

Lingzhi is still that naive and lovely mountain elf.

***

Lingzhi didn't sleep well at night, and was so annoyed that Xiao Yan broke into the room.

Today he wanted to go to Meiyuan to visit Dr. Mei again, but if he visited Dr. Mei with such a face, he would definitely be scolded by the other party when he met Dr. Mei.

The little servant brought a plate of fruit, lying on the desk in a childish manner, and suddenly asked: "Is there any candy left from last night?"

As soon as he spoke, his feet touched the ground immediately, and he walked towards the back kitchen.

The little servant hurriedly chased after him with a fruit plate, and stammered: "Mr., Mr.... don't go to the back kitchen, I can't find it..."

The servant whispered: "The candy is a tribute from the palace. The grand master said that the young master likes to eat it, but he doesn't eat what the grand master gave him, so the servant lied and said that it was the candy made by the back chef..."

Lingzhi stopped and stared at the flower pots on both sides of the corridor.

"I see."

The little servant asked: "Young master, do you still eat? The servant will go over and get a portion."

Lingzhi shook her head, and said softly, "I won't eat it from now on."

The little slave trembled, and quickly knelt down: "My lord...the slave did something wrong, don't be angry."

If the grand master knows that the words leaked from his mouth, he must be punished.

The little slave didn't know if the words had reached the grand master's ears, he followed the son tremblingly to serve him, but fortunately the grand master was busy with court affairs in the next few days, and he rarely even set foot in the meditation hall.

The little servant breathed a sigh of relief, the young master was being served thoughtfully and meticulously by him, his face flushed a lot, and he also saw the young master's hands squeeze his face, and a little flesh could already be squeezed out.

**

After the heavy rain, it is hot, and Yan is no better than Wuqing Mountain. The mountain is lush with trees and the terrain is high, so it is not so hot even in summer.

The sun was shining, and Yandu City was bustling and bustling.

Lingzhi was sweating early in the morning, and there were ice cubes in the house to keep him cool, but because he was weak and couldn't stand the cold and humid environment, Manager Liu didn't ask anyone to put ice cubes in the bedroom.

He ran to the tallest viewing tower of the Grand Master's Mansion to enjoy the cool and wind. The attic stood tall and he could see most of Yandu Fancheng.

Lingzhi was sitting quietly in the chair, blowing the wind and eating fruit, and suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw many people kneeling and worshiping in front of the street. Six strong horses were driving side by side, and it was self-evident who was sitting on the chariot.

His mind wandered.

How could this man who was above the imperial power be Junqian?

He is aloof, respected and feared by all, a look, a word, can easily determine life and death.

The sunlight fell on the gorgeous sedan chair, which was brilliant and dazzling.

Junqian is not like that.

Lingzhi drooped her eyes, blinked her sore and swollen eyes, lowered her head and concentrated on eating the fruit without looking around.

After a while, the man he still saw on the street appeared behind him.

Xiao Yan has already taken off his court clothes and put on his regular clothes. The lake green gown is light, like a bamboo fairy in the forest, cool and soft, his clothes and the green clothes that are as young as young bamboo shoots complement each other perfectly.

Lingzhi picked up a plate of fruit in his arms and turned around, his bundled hair had been blown to pieces by the wind, and he would bite a few of the fruit when he ate it.

Xiao Yan sat on the other side, looking at the bustling street scene of Yancheng.

After a while, he said, "If you're bored, you can go outside and play."

Lingzhi remained silent, and took a serious bite of Yingtao.

The wind blew across his face, and Lingzhi's hairbands were all loose, and his long black hair swept straight to Xiao Yan who was beside him.

"..."

He moved around to prevent his hair from brushing against Xiao Yan, his bright red and moist lips were pressed together tightly, and he was about to go downstairs as soon as he turned the direction.

Xiao Yan said: "The sweets suit your taste, why don't you eat them?"

He snorted coldly: "That little servant has a broken mouth, he finally found a candy that you like, because his mouth broke the official's heart."

Lingzhi turned her back quickly, and bumped into Xiao Yan's smiling and deep eyes.

He tightened his throat: "...Don't hit him."

Xiao Yan smiled unabated: "It is his duty to serve the master, and it is a serious crime to fail to keep the duty of a slave, and to talk nonsense. I will forgive him for your sake."

Lingzhi was stunned.

He came to a conclusion while seeing this man chatting and laughing, as if it was a great gift to spare the little slave for his sake.

Lingzhi shook her head, and put down the half plate of fruit left in her arms.

He said softly: "Xiao Yan, I want to go back to Wuqing Mountain."

"The Grand Master's Mansion is not my home, and neither are you...Junqian."

"I have stayed in Taishi Mansion for a long time, and I really want to go back to Wuqing Mountain."

Ling Zhi spoke softly, he didn't look at Xiao Yan.

The young man looked nostalgic, but this nostalgia was not reserved for Xiao Yan.

The smile on Xiao Yan's eyebrows gradually froze.

He whispered: "Really, you want to go back to Wuqing Mountain."

Lingzhi's hair was fluttering, he grabbed it carefully, and tightly covered the hair that blown to Xiao Yan's neck.

Xiao Yan looked at him: "Is it because I am not good enough for you?"

Lingzhi lowered her head.

Xiao Yan hoarsely said: "What should I do if you leave?"

He said again, "Don't think about it."

The author says:

thank you all! !

Hug me tightly and kiss my Ganoderma lucidum, which is as tender as a small lettuce.

感谢在2022-04-2623:22:45~2022-04-2722:51:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yu Chengmian 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of TAEKOOK; 2 bottles for each dish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!