Small Lingzhi

The location of the small attic is not hidden, perhaps because of the master's order, few servants pass by.

Lingzhi is used to staying in one place quietly in the Jingsiyuan. The weather is hot these days, so she often goes to the pool to enjoy the cool air. She has never set foot in this place.

There are red candles burning in the house, and the flames are flickering, illuminating the wedding hall indistinctly, and even the red color of the whole room looks deep and quiet.

Lingzhi froze in place, looking up at the man who bent over and smiled at him with his round eyes.

Xiao Yan spoke slowly, as if throwing a bait: "Follow me into the house and have a look."

Then whispered: "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Lingzhi's wrist was limp, and Xiao Yan's grip was tight, almost pulling one of his arms and leading him into the house.

Eyes full of red, it is indeed a happy hall.

The wedding hall is not finished, there are a few pieces of Chinese characters "Happy" on the table, and there are paper-cuts of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Lingzhi stared at the two wedding dresses hanging up, one big and one small, although it was a long time ago and I can't remember clearly, but the style of the two wedding dresses he bought in the county shop gradually matched.

The quilts on Qiangong's bed are neatly stacked, and the pillowcase and quilt are a set of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Because Xiao Junqian told Lingzhi the allusion of "If you are better than your eyes, why die, if you want to be a mandarin duck but not a fairy", Lingzhi only has a soft spot for the little mandarin ducks, and all the wedding gifts are related to the mandarin ducks. He didn't want those Bingdi Liansheng, Luanfeng and Ming.

Apart from this Qiangong bed, there is nothing else in the house.

Lingzhi broke away from Xiao Yan's hand and stood in the corner, half of his face was covered by the veil, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Xiao Yan picked up a few red 囍 characters on the table, and said to him: "The paper-cut and 囍 characters are not pasted, do you want to try it?"

Lingzhi looked at the man approaching him with the "囍" in his fingertips, and could not help but see the dark stone cave in front of his eyes. The "囍" stuck to the stone wall looked black and red, and wobbled when the wind blew. , half of it fell off, and the remaining half was stuck on the rock wall.

That day he said he was going to get married, but in the end he couldn't even arrange the wedding hall.

Lingzhi looked at the big red happy sign in a daze, but didn't answer Xiao Yan's words, and hid her hands under her sleeves, refusing to touch them no matter what.

Xiao Yan sighed lowly: "Aren't you going to post the words?"

He felt a little regretful, and wanted to seriously decorate this wedding hall with Lingzhi.

The young man remained motionless, his sideways face could not be seen clearly through the veil, Yue Mo was not very happy.

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered: "You look at my post."

Xiao Yan found the paste, and his movements were orderly.

He first pasted the big red Chinese characters on the opposite door, Lingzhi took a dull look at Xiao Yan's movements, a gust of wind blew up the wedding tent on Qiangong's bed, Lingzhi regained consciousness after being frightened, and turned around to run away.

Xiao Yan's figure was brisk, like a ghostly shadow holding Ling Zhi tightly at the door.

The boy who only reached his chin didn't move, Xiao Yan had a lot of patience, he held Lingzhi tightly and slowly pulled him into the room, then buckled the door behind him and closed it.

There is no one around the small attic, and no one will come at this time.

Lingzhi stepped on erratic and soft steps and was led by Xiao Yan for a few steps, her stagnant eyes flickered, showing fear and resentment towards Xiao Yan in front of her.

Xiao Yan took Lingzhi to Qiangong bed and sat down, and touched his acupoints.

The acupoints on Lingzhi's body were sealed, and she sat limply on the bed, with her legs hanging down on the ground, and a pair of red delicate brocade shoes beside her feet.

Few people are so well-behaved when they are in a daze that it makes people feel distressed.

Xiao Yan said: "Don't hate me."

The young man opened his wet and black eyes wide, and Xiao Yan slightly avoided them with his emptiness, sadness and resentment.

He didn't want Lingzhi to have no feelings for him anymore, and even hoped to make him hate himself.

However, being treated by Lingzhi with a sincere and pure heart full of dependence and nostalgia, and being resented by this person with such a heart, the gap between heaven and earth, cloud and mud made Xiao Yan feel so turbulent that he couldn't bear to see Lingzhi s eyes.

He is very selfish, and he hopes that Lingzhi will hate him, but he doesn't want Lingzhi to hate him so much that he will have nothing to do with him for the rest of his life.

Xiao Yan said hoarsely: "I still owe you a wedding ceremony."

He focused on Lingzhi's feet, picked up the pair of exquisite red brocade shoes next to him, and put them next to Lingzhi's feet for comparison.

The man smiled lowly: "It's just right."

Although Lingzhi has grown slightly, the size of other parts has hardly changed.

When he was in Wuqing Mountain, Lingzhi always wore straw sandals all year round. Later, he bought shoes and socks that ordinary people wear. He was used to being casual and casual, and he often forgot to wear the shoes after buying them.

Xiao Junqian would often put Lingzhi on his socks, and then help him put on his shoes.

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It was the same at this moment, Xiao Yan took off Lingzhi's shoes and socks, her palms were completely wrapped around a pair of white feet, and she couldn't help but measure the size again with her hands.

"Why don't you talk to me?"

The man's eyes were dark and full of mysterious and treacherous colors.

Xiao Yan didn't touch Lingzhi's dumb acupoint, but Lingzhi could hardly make any sound.

He was dazed and frightened, and teardrops gushed out of his wide-open eyes.

Xiao Yan's heart softened slightly, but he lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

Looking at Lingzhi again, he would let Lingzhi go away because of pity and guilt, pain, reluctance, and all kinds of thoughts he couldn't understand.

He could have brought Lingzhi to this wedding hall by force, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still wanted Lingzhi to discover it by himself.

It's just that he couldn't wait any longer, so he used some means to lure Lingzhi here today.

Lingzhi's eyelashes were moist, looking at Xiao Yan's handsome and gentle face, many words were choked in her mouth, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

The boy's snow-white cheeks gradually became hot and sweaty, and his neck and sides of his face turned red.

Xiao Yan seemed to ignore Lingzhi's abnormality, and pulled the corners of her lips.

"It's a bit hot in the room, I'll wipe your sweat for you, and then change into this wedding dress, okay?"

……

Lingzhi blurted out a sentence: "You are crazy..."

Lingzhi's thoughts were on Xiao Junqian, and his heart of attachment and affection for that person became empty and empty after the day of marriage.

Xiao Junqian died, and he separated Xiao Junqian from Xiao Junqian clearly, and he didn't want to listen to what Xiao Junqian said that Xiao Junqian said.

Contrary to him, Xiao Yan's obsession with Lingzhi has been deeply rooted in his heart over time. If the wedding day becomes a curse that Lingzhi avoids, it will become Xiao Liang's hysteria.

Xiao Yan's attachment to Lingzhi is so deep that she wants to complete his and Lingzhi's wedding ceremony.

Xiao Yan gently unbuttoned Lingzhi's clothes, and wiped off the sweat on the boy's body with a soft and clean silk handkerchief.

"Don't be afraid." The man sighed with emotion in a low voice, as if he was polishing the fine white jade, cherishing and lingering on every inch.

Lingzhi is like a tender bamboo shoot that has been peeled off and Xiao Yan wiped it clean.

Seeing that his breathing became more and more rapid, Xiao Yan was slightly puzzled.

"Is it really hot?"

So Xiao Yan walked out of the wedding hall, and the cool wind blew the big red wedding tent on the Qiangong bed onto the young white and slender body, which was pure and fragrant.

After a while, Xiao Yan brought a basin of clear water into the house.

He closed the door, wet the silk towel with water, and then wiped it for Lingzhi through the red tulle wedding tent. Gradually, his throat tightened a little, and he rarely smiled absent-mindedly.

Crystal clear tears fell on the back of his hands, Xiao Yan kept his eyes down, wiping every inch of Lingzhi's body with special concentration, he didn't want to raise his head, for fear of seeing Lingzhi's eyes.

He repeated what he said not long ago in a hoarse voice.

"Don't be afraid, don't blame me..."

Xiao Yan suddenly put his hands through Lingzhi's shoulders and waist through the red gauze wedding tent, hugged him tightly, and sucked the white, tender and bloodshot earlobes.

"Don't be afraid, let's get married."

Xiao Yan picked up the wedding clothes that were a few inches smaller on one side, and started to wear the innermost one for Lingzhi.

The wedding clothes were layered on top of each other, and a belt was tied on. The boy's waist was tucked under several layers of clothes, and he was still slender when hugged.

Xiao Yan whispered: "Too thin."

He slightly let go of the boy who was holding him tight, leaned over and picked up the soft silk sandals and put them on Lingzhi's feet, and put on the brocade shoes for him.

Xiao Yan looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, her fingers went around the back of Lingzhi's head, her fingertips were interspersed with the jet-black forged hair like a waterfall, her palms were clasped on the back of her head and she rubbed gently, her handsome smiling face slightly moved forward .

Xiao Yan was about to kiss the boy's soft lips.

He put his fingers behind Lingzhi's back, and unlocked the sealed acupuncture points.

Xiao Yan begged: "I want to kiss you."

Lingzhi dressed in wedding clothes, sat on the wedding table, and the red candles were burning. As long as they worshiped the heaven and the earth, it was considered as the completion of the marriage ceremony.

Xiao Yan's lips did not fall on Lingzhi's soft and fragrant lips as she wished.

He avoided his face, and kept his arms behind the young man's back, barely dodging, but he didn't want to dodge completely.

Bright red drops of blood fell on Lingzhi's tiger's mouth, he woke up like a dream, his trembling and wet eyelashes looked at a bloody hosta tightly held in his palm.

He belatedly pulled out the jade hairpin that tied Xiao Yan's hair.

Lingzhi swallowed her throat, but the blood was still dripping, seeping into the bright red wedding clothes, fainting out a slightly dark dot.

He put his hands in front of his face, pointed the hairpin at Xiao Yan, and whispered: "Let me go..."

Xiao Yan looked into Lingzhi's black eyes.

"If I don't let you go, are you going to kill me?"

Xiao Yan didn't care much and wiped the place where the hairpin scratched his neck, he leaned over and almost pressed Lingzhi into the Qiangong bed, "If I don't let go, will you kill me?"

Lingzhi pursed her lips, tightened her wrist, and was suddenly held by Xiao Yan and sent forward.

The bloody jade hairpin was in front of Xiao Yan's bleeding wound, he still suppressed Lingzhi's body, his long eyelashes drooped, and he wanted to drop the kiss.

The hairpin in Lingzhi's hand pierced Xiao Yan's neck inch by inch, and the blood seeped into his fingers along the jade hairpin, wet the palm of his hand, and slid between the arms along the wrist.

Xiao Yan quietly watched the trembling Lingzhi, and gently patted his back with his palm.

"Don't be afraid."

Not don't worry, but don't be afraid.

Lingzhi always fears him more than others, Xiao Yan would rather hate him more.

"I won't hurt you."

Xiao Yan coughed hoarsely, and the corners of her lips began to turn white due to continuous blood loss.

"Look, I didn't blame you, did I?" he sighed, "It's just that seeing blood on a wedding day doesn't seem very auspicious."

Lingzhi scolded him: "Crazy."

He let go of the jade hairpin that had been pierced into Xiao Yan's neck, and with a burst of strength, he pushed Xiao Yan away in an instant.

The red figure of the young man staggered into the night, his whole body was limp and trembling, and he tried his best to escape from the red wedding hall without looking back.

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There are few people in the Jingsiyuan on weekdays, and the only servant who waits by Lingzhi's side has disappeared.

The large and empty courtyard is like a cage, where every plant and tree is precious, and the corridors and paintings are elegant and simple, but Lingzhi is imprisoned and makes him breathless.

He took off the shoes under his feet, and the gravel from the flower ridges hit the center of his feet, quickly scratching the delicate skin,

He untied his belt indiscriminately, and removed the layers of wedding clothes on his body while running.

When Lingzhi returned to the house, her hair was disheveled and she was only wearing a thin undershirt.

The little slave rubbed his eyes in a daze when he heard the movement and entered the room, and when he met Shang Lingzhi's wet and confused eyes, he instantly opened his eyes wide, and his whole body trembled.

"Son!"

The little slave helped Lingzhi back to the room distressedly, muttering: "Where did you go just now, why did you make yourself like this, have there been burglars in the house?"

The little servant pulled up a quilt to wrap Lingzhi tightly, and hurried to the door and shouted that there was a thief in the house.

The courtyard was quiet, and even Manager Liu didn't call out.

The little servant shrank his shoulders and muttered, "Where did everyone go?"

There are hidden guards all over the house, why is the young master walking back like this, but there is no one in sight at this moment.

He was worried about the young master, and raised his hand to close the door to see the people inside. When he raised his head, he saw a slender figure walking under the moon, like an exiled immortal, but with a trembling coldness.

On Xiao Yan's left arm was the wedding dress that Lingzhi took off when he ran back. The soft red gauze swayed gently around his arm like blood-colored filigree, and he carried a pair of delicate red brocade shoes in his left hand.

In his right hand, he held a gray straw ganoderma.

"T-Teacher..."

The slave couldn't speak fluently, his arms were limp like noodles, and he lay on the ground: "The little one has seen the grand master."

Xiao Yan didn't look at the servant on the ground, and calmly ordered the servant to close the door after entering the house.

So the little servant tiptoed to close the door, and waited outside the door anxiously.

Wrapped in the quilt, Lingzhi panted and shivered, and caught a glimpse of a figure slowly approaching behind the silver curtain, he subconsciously grabbed the pillow, and with an instinctive reaction, threw the pillow towards the person.

It's a pity that he didn't have much strength, and the pillow that was thrown on Xiao Yan's body fell lightly on the ground,

Xiao Yan leaned over to pick up the pillow, and held out the right hand holding the gray straw woven Ganoderma lucidum.

Lingzhi huddled in the corner of the bed, Xiao Yan stood behind the curtain and stared at him.

After a while, he said, "Sorry."

He still couldn't control the dark obsession in his heart, which frightened Lingzhi.

Everyone in the world can be afraid of him, Xiao Yan is the last person to be afraid of Lingzhi, but he has become the only person Lingzhi fears.

He tightened his throat: "Just now... I lost control."

He smiled again: "What do you think this is?"

Lingzhi covered her face with the quilt, while Xiao Yan was still standing behind the curtain.

"Last time I made up a Ganoderma lucidum for you, and you liked it very much. When I couldn't find you later, I made up many more."

The hairpin inserted into Xiao Yan's neck was pulled out, but the blood did not stop.

The light-colored clothes were gradually stained with blood-colored red plums, Xiao Yan seemed unaware of this, handed out the Ganoderma lucidum, held it in the palm of his hand and exerted a slight force, the gray Ganoderma lucidum rolled along the bed to Lingzhi's feet.

Xiao Yan said: "I'm leaving, I came here just to let you see it."

Xiao Yan said that he wanted to leave, but he refused to take any steps.

The young man in front of him seemed to completely isolate him, hugging the quilt tightly and huddling in the corner, like a trembling and frightened little animal.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't mean to scare you just now, Lingzhi, I married you from the bottom of my heart, not deceit or calculation."

Together with the first time, Xiao Yan never thought about planning this marriage ceremony with Lingzhi.

He manipulated the powerful and played tricks on people's hearts, how could he include himself in it.

If you want to get the Ganoderma lucidum, you can use other methods to coax Lingzhi to get it, but you choose to use the method of attacking sincerity, even if you deceive Lingzhi's heart and body, why promise an unnecessary wedding.

Xiao Yan counted thousands of calculations, but he didn't expect to include his own heart in the end.

Lingzhi squeezed out a few words lightly.

"……go away."

Xiao Yan turned his face away: "Let the servant bring a bowl of calming soup for a while, drink it and have a good rest."

While speaking, he touched his neck, and blood oozes out again.

Xiao Yan covered the bleeding port to avoid being frightened by Lingzhi.

"One more thing. There will be rumors about my getting married in the city. From tomorrow onwards, there will be no more rumors."

……

He asked: "Lingzhi, do you want me to marry someone else?"

The young man bowed his head and said nothing, Xiao Yan asked himself.

Xiao Yan stood quietly for a while, turned her back for a while, and said, "Don't be afraid of me."

Xiao Yan also felt as if he was going crazy. Compared to Lingzhi hating him for ignoring him, he was most afraid that Lingzhi would see him trembling and dazed.

When the little servant entered the room, he didn't dare to say a word.

Ling Zhi was washed and changed by the little servant, her face was in a daze, and Jun Qian's face was divided into two people by Xiao Yan.

One made him palpitate, and the other made him terrified.

The next day, Lingzhi was still lying on the bed, feeling drowsy, and sent the doctor to say that she was ill.

Before Xiao Yan went to court, he stood outside the bead curtain and looked at the pale young man, and ordered Manager Liu to invite Mei Ruobai to the house immediately.

He sat behind the curtain, staring at Lingzhi's sleeping face through the silver bead curtain.The straw woven Ganoderma lucidum he brought last night fell into the corner of the bed he pushed, Lingzhi didn't even move it.

When Mei Ruobai came, she watched Lingling's state and expression, and reprimanded her.

"Grand Master, if you don't know how to cherish others, it's fine. Can you not scare him?"

Xiao Yan's sincerity was nothing but fear for Lingzhi, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't he wake up, can you give him blood as before."

Mei Ruobai looked at Xiao Yan's neck wrapped in gauze, and said calmly: "If the Grand Master is willing, it's not impossible."

Lingzhi used all his heart and soul to completely remove the remaining poison from Xiao Yan's body that day. Although the blood was diluted, it was still a good medicine.

Xiao Yan forced a smile.

Lingzhi was afraid of him...but in this life she was inextricably bound up with him.

The author says:

The grand master is in the process of repeated evolution due to Lingzhi...

感谢在2022-04-2923:33:12~2022-04-3023:13:08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: Goodbye, Qiao Yuruo one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Pipi dialect;

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