Small Lingzhi

After the hottest part of summer, the lotus in the pond in the Jingsiyuan is still in full bloom.

The huge pool seems to be dotted with rich pink rouge, layers of flowers and leaves cover the water surface, the root of lotus root is as thick as an arm, and the lotus fruit is as big as a palm.

The little servant stood by the huge pool, stretched his arm, and quickly picked a lotus root that was bigger than his palm. The lotus seed looked very plump and round.

He waved the lotus seeds in his hand to the son who was lying behind the window with his head slightly tilted to blow the wind, and then ran quickly into the house.

Lingzhi recovered for more than half a month. At first, every two days, she would go to the hot spring pavilion in the middle of the night to soak for a while, and she would not go there after she recovered.

He lied on the desk and closed his eyes, his whole body was light and light, when he heard the little servant shouting in surprise, he quietly opened his eyes, and the little servant picked a lotus root and entered the room.

The little servant slowly peeled off the cleaned lotus seeds, put them in a lustrous porcelain plate, and handed them to Lingzhi.

"Young master, try it, these lotus seeds are sweet and delicious, I just tasted one."

Lingzhi picked up the lotus seeds, tasted sweet, and quickly picked up the second one.

He shook his head before eating half of it.

The little servant put away the remaining lotus seeds, and picked up the cattail fan to fan Lingzhi.

After a while, the servant asked: "Young master, do you want to go back to bed and sleep for a while?"

Lingzhi straightened her soft legs from the couch and put them on the small stool for stretching, like a kitten curled up to sleep suddenly stretched its limbs and stretched itself in a posture of stretching.

The little servant was stunned for a moment, and said with a simple smile: "Young master stretches his waist so well."

After Lingzhi stretched her waist and legs, she continued to change her cartilage and lie back to sit down.

He said softly, "I'll just sit here and let the air blow."

The little servant continued to shake the cattail fan, and the young master wafted a slightly astringent and soft medicinal fragrance, which was the most comfortable smell he had ever smelled.

Not long after, Manager Liu came into the house, held the brocade box with both hands, and opened it, it was a delicate and simple flower pot.

There is a room on one side of the attic, which is specially placed for all kinds of rare and precious flower pots, large and small.

These pots for growing Ganoderma lucidum are made of various materials, such as jade, gold, glass, gemstones and sandalwood, all made by master craftsmen, or rare tributes from various countries.

Xiao Yan collected many flowerpots, but Lingzhi didn't use any of them.

It was the same today, he glanced at the flower pot and said nothing.

The little servant and Manager Liu looked at each other, he followed behind the manager, and turned back after a while.

The little servant squatted on the floor and said: "My lord, a pregnant wild cat came to the backyard of the mansion a few days ago. That cat has already given birth to kittens. I heard that there are five cats, even half a cat." There are not many slaps, do you want to take a look?"

Lingzhi turned her face sideways, a slight daze flashed across her face.

He propped up his arms, leaned forward from the seat, and asked softly, "Is there a kitten?"

The little servant nodded quickly and stretched out his hand to gesture.

"It's only so small that the old man in the back kitchen said he couldn't survive. It's too thin, and the wild cat is also very thin."

Lingzhi perked up a bit, and moved her legs on the small stool.

He stood up from the collapsed platform, walked around the screen and walked to the door. The tender green summer shirt carried a faint fragrance of medicine.

The little slave followed happily: "Young master, do you want to see the cat?"

Ling Zhi stopped by the door and nodded hesitantly.

She recovered herself, although no one in the house restricted her, but Lingzhi never took half a step out of the room.

He didn't seem to be able to cheer up anything, Manager Liu sent countless gadgets into the house, and he rarely let Lingzhi take a second look.

It was futile even for the little servant to try to find something interesting and interesting outside, Lingzhi didn't want to go anywhere, she either lay quietly behind the window to enjoy the breeze, or she just slept.

After he recovered from his illness, Mei Ruobai came to Taishi's mansion very rarely, Lingzhi didn't say anything, let alone asked Xiao Yan.

For half a month, Xiao Yan seemed to be very sensible, and didn't want to annoy him, so she didn't appear in front of Lingzhi, but there was nothing missing, although Lingzhi didn't express her joy.

I have even sent many beautiful and lovable pets, such as Persian cats, golden retriever dogs, and obedient white rabbits, Lingzhi would not touch them, even after seeing them, her emotions fluctuated, so Xiao Yan dared not give them any more The little pet came to him.

Even the little servant obeyed his master's orders and tried every means to make Lingzhi happy. It would be great if he could go out for a walk, even if he walked around the door.

Lingzhi, who used to like wandering in the mountains the most, was bored in the house for several days without going out, which is not a good thing.

A feral cat with a big belly came to the mansion a few days ago, and the manager shouldn't have been notified about the trivial matter of driving away the wild cat, but Manager Liu saw it that day and asked people to keep the cat for observation. When the kitten came out, he told the master himself.

Xiao Yan asked Mr. Liu to keep the wild cats. He is kind-hearted and should like them.

***

After Lingzhi went out, the little servant took him to the backyard, saw a wild cat on a wooden box in the corner, and brought five kittens with him.

He squatted down and stared intently at the five tiny cats, and then at the big cat, which was skinny, with minced meat that had been chopped overnight beside it.

Lingzhi hugged her knees to observe the six cats, raised her face and said softly to the little servant: "It's really thin."

Lingzhi was squatting in the backyard watching the cat. On an attic, Xiao Yan used binoculars to watch the boy who squatted down to watch the cat quietly and obediently. He thought to himself that he was not much fatter than a kitten.

In Xiao Yan's eyes, Lingzhi was not much different from that thin kitten.

Because she was worried that the six cats in the backyard would die, Lingzhi thought about going out of the house every day.

He also kept a bowl of his rations, and brought a bowl of meat and water to see the cat every day.

He went to visit again in a few days, but the cat was gone, not to mention the kittens.

These six cats had the master's signal that no one would touch them in the house, and the little servant guessed: "Maybe they moved house, and the kittens are all fighting for milk/water, and they will live well."

Lingzhi hummed lightly.

He squatted in front of the wooden box where the cats usually slept, looked up and saw a green leaf protruding from the wall into the backyard, and suddenly had the idea to go out.

Lingzhi walked to the door of the backyard, the guard at the door was respectful and polite, and did not stop him.

So Lingzhi stood outside the backyard door for about a cup of tea, did nothing, just stood there, and went back.

Lingzhi walked around to the door of the backyard for several days in a row, no one stopped him, and he had never seen Xiao Yan.

He felt as if he was empty, and suddenly thought that he should go back to Wuqing Mountain.

*******

Lingzhi started to pack her luggage.

But he found that he didn't have anything in the first place, and the clothes he was wearing belonged to the family.

In the end, he decided to compress his luggage to only one Ganoderma lucidum.

Lingzhi had only been watered a few days ago, Xiao Yan fed the blood quietly this time, and he did not disturb Lingzhi.

Ganoderma lucidum is growing very well now, the cap is full and moist, and it feels soft and tender, but Xiao Yan still feeds it some blood every once in a while, and continues to send flower pots to the house.

Lingzhi stretched out her finger and stuck it under the fungus cap to scratch, followed by a slight shake of her shoulders, and whispered, "Go back to Wuqing Mountain..."

His luggage was only one Ganoderma lucidum, which was packed in a wooden box and packed into his luggage. Before he left, he took two exquisite and beautiful flowerpots.

……

The journey back to Wuqing Mountain required money, and he had no money, so he had to bring two pots to support it.

Lingzhi felt a little heavy when she took away the two extra flowerpots, after all, these things did not belong to him.

It was the first time she left Taishi Mansion, Lingzhi didn't look at the time and the sky.

The guard guarding the gate of the backyard saw Ling Zhi, still taciturn and respectful, just this morning he walked around the gate for half a circle, and no one stepped forward to disturb him.

Lingzhi hugged the little burden in her arms tightly, and her heartbeat suddenly started to speed up when she crossed the threshold.

His mind turned quickly at this moment, he got rid of the slowness and wandering, and thought: He is free, he really wants to go back to Wuqing Mountain.

The stretch of road outside the gate of the Grand Master's Mansion was clean and deserted, Lingzhi walked slowly, his mood was turbulent, and gradually returned to calm.

The field of vision receded, and the surroundings began to make noise.

The streets and alleys were crowded with people, and there were many shouts and sales in my ears, and many strange and mixed voices mixed together.

Lingzhi only had the experience of leaving the mansion a few times, and she sat in a sedan chair when she went out, with attendants waiting to take care of her.

The sedan chair gave him enough safe space to isolate him from interference from outside objects.

Facing the bustling streets, he saw the buildings in front of him, and the tall buildings farther away were majestic and majestic. The city of Yandu was luxurious and awe-inspiring.

Passers-by seemed to be looking at him, but they didn't seem to pay any attention.

Lingzhi tightened the little bundle in her arms, feeling overwhelmed with nervousness.

Everything about his reactions was jerky.

The people Lingzhi had the most contact with were in the villages around Wuqing Mountain.

Wuqing Mountain has long mountains and a radius of several miles. A village with dozens of people is considered the largest village.

He and Li Fulang's men have been to the market a few times, but how does the market in a small town compare with the bustling and majestic Yandu City.

Lingzhi is a little uneasy, there are too many people, the main city seems to be endless at a glance, buildings are everywhere, high walls are majestic, where is the direction of the city gate.

He looked around in a bewildered expression, and when he saw an old noodle stall with a kind face, he shuffled his steps and approached the noodle stall cautiously.

Lingzhi asked the old man at the noodle shop for directions, his voice was soft and noisy in the street, and the old man couldn't hear clearly after listening to him twice.

Lingzhi asked vigorously, "Do you know how to get to Wuqing Mountain—"

After shouting, he felt something was wrong with his throat. He swallowed his throat and looked at the old man intently.

The old man managed to hear clearly, frowned, and shook his head: "Wuqing Mountain? I haven't heard of this place before."

Lingzhi's brows and eyes were full of disappointment.

Soon, he rubbed his stomach, and his eyes fell on the noodle stall.

Lingzhi's appetite has always been small, and she only ate some fruit during the day at the mansion.

Maybe it was because he was too nervous after leaving the mansion, at this moment he felt empty stomach, weak hands and feet, and panicked from hunger.

The old man followed his dark eyes, smiled cheerfully, and asked, "Would you like a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"

Lingzhi looked down at her stomach: "Oh..."

Thank you obediently: "Thank you, Uncle."

He carried a small bundle and sat under the tent set up in front of the noodle stall. The stall was small, so there were two square tables and four benches.

Lingzhi put the small bundle on the table, and clasped her hands on her knees.

He opened his eyes wide, watching the passers-by on the street, and waited for the old man to bring the cooked Yangchun noodles, and he said thank you politely,

The old man had never seen such a polite and docile child, and he also had a beautiful face. Judging from his clothes and behavior, he should be a young son from a rich family.

Lingzhi ate the noodles gracefully, chewing them in small bites. It was too hot and had to be cooled for a while before putting it into her mouth.

A male guest sat down at the square table next to him, he ate quickly and neatly, he swallowed a large bowl of noodles, and when he checked out and left, there was more than half of the bowl of Yangchun noodles left in front of Lingzhi, and he didn't seem to have eaten much .

The old man at the noodle stall had just seen that Lingzhi was well-behaved and polite, so he deliberately ordered more noodles and cracked two extra eggs for him.

So Lingzhi ate very slowly.

The meals he ate in the Taishi Mansion were exquisite and diverse. Because of the small amount of food, each food was placed in small portions on exquisite and expensive porcelain plates. If there was no more to eat, servants would come into the house to clean up.

At this moment, no one cleaned up for Ling Zhi, he couldn't bear to waste so many noodles cooked by the old man, so he tried his best to swallow the noodles into his stomach bit by bit.

The empty square table next to Lingzhi changed guests several times, but he sat quietly for a long time.

A big bowl of noodles made Lingzhi eat from noon to evening.

The afterglow of the sunset glowed from the towering high wall along the long street, and the stone slabs seemed to be filled with swaying light, and the swaying became more and more severe when the figures walked around.

Lingzhi rubbed her eyes.

He has already finished a bowl of Yangchun noodles, his stomach is full, and it seems that the food will flow out of his throat at any time.

The old man at the noodle stall heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the young man had finally finished his meal, but he didn't seem very comfortable, his delicate brows were frowned, and he rubbed his stomach from time to time.

The old man was not in a hurry to urge Lingzhi to settle the bill. The young man knew at a glance that he was raised by a rich family, and he would definitely not rely on his money.

Take a step back and think, if someone has no money and cannot pay the bill, the old man is willing to treat him to this bowl of noodles.

A polite and gentle child with a face that the old man has never seen in his life.

If this young man is too shy, the old man will not accept any money from him.

Giving such a boy a bowl of noodles is like accumulating blessings for himself.

Lingzhi rubbed her bulging stomach to make it less uncomfortable, only to realize that the street had already been lit with lanterns, and the night was gloomy, unable to hide the bustling streets.

He was a little dumbfounded, and murmured: "It's getting dark."

It took Lingzhi a long time to eat Yangchun noodles, and his physical strength seemed to return, but his energy drained instead.

He took out a small golden flowerpot from the bag and handed it to the noodle stall old man.

"I don't have any money, can I use it for a bowl of noodles?"

The old man took the rather heavy flowerpot, groped for the exquisite craftsmanship on it, and then turned it over to the bottom. The engraved name of Taishifu made his eyes darken. When he got up to look for Lingzhi, the boy's back slowly moved Swallowed into the crowd.

The old man's face was covered with sweat, how dare he accept the things from the Grand Master's Mansion, he immediately closed the stall and rushed to the Grand Master's Mansion to hand in the flowerpot.

At the same time, Lingzhi didn't go far.He walked from the street of eating Yangchun to the street, and he didn't take a nap today, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably at this moment.

He is sleepy.

Lingzhi walked under the eaves of a clean and unoccupied house, and he didn't know which house's back wall it was. He wanted to rest under a tree for a while, and then go out of the city and return to Wuqing Mountain after recovering his energy.

As soon as the boy closed his eyes, the hidden guards who followed him also found a corner and squatted down to guard.

The news has reached the master's ears. These masters who have been carrying out dangerous missions all year round have been squatting around the young master for half a day today.

Lingzhi was leaning against the tree and sitting with his eyes closed to rest his mind. He tilted his head, and the back of his head was about to hit the root of the tree. He crossed his hand and wrapped his palm around the back of his head to prevent him from falling asleep.

Xiao Yan squatted halfway, staring at the young man who had fallen into a deep sleep and was breathing heavily, and lightly picked him up.

The man carried Lingzhi back to the sedan chair, put the small bundle in his arms aside, and touched his stomach, which was still full.

****

In the Jingsiyuan, the little servant waited at the gate for half a day, and felt uneasy when he learned that the young master left the mansion from Mr. Liu.

But the master ordered that they not be allowed to follow. It is a good thing that the young master wants to go out, so let the young master walk more.

The little slave didn't expect that their son would be carried back by the grand master after walking two streets not far from the grand master's mansion.

The young man's black and soft hair poured out from Xiao Yan's arms, and the moonlight fell on this quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, Xiao Yan's heart was peaceful.

Lingzhi walked more distance today than in the past, and consumed a lot of energy, sleeping deeply.

In the room, Xiao Yan took Lingzhi's arm and wiped his hands for him, as well as other places, but Lingzhi remained silent.

After finishing these, Xiao Yan leaned over and sat down, his deep eyes portrayed Lingzhi's sleeping face from the air.

Since he finished speaking that day, Lingzhi has not been seen for more than ten days.

Deliberately not to see.

Xiao Yan revealed a lot of thoughts, worried that Lingzhi would reject him without even thinking about it, so for the first time, he had the intention of escaping if he didn't hear it.

He would peep secretly during the day, and at night he would come in and sit for a while after Lingzhi had fallen asleep.

The moment Lingzhi left the mansion, he knew that the other party was determined to leave, and his whole heart was raised.

Wanting to prevent him from leaving, seeing him standing cautiously and helplessly on the street, he felt very sad.

Then let him walk more.

Unexpectedly, after half a day, Lingzhi walked out of the two streets away from the Grand Master's Mansion.

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief while being nervous, but also felt distressed.

After picking up the boy who fell asleep leaning against the tree, his heart was already unbearably soft.

Lingzhi's body is weak, even if he recovers, his physical strength is no longer what it used to be.

He is always bored in the house, only interacts with the little servant and Mei Ruobai, when he sees strangers, he stands in the bustling street like a domestic cat that dare not take a step.

Xiao Yan moistened Lingzhi's lips carefully with a cotton strip dipped in water, and sat quietly for a moment while lightly holding this soft hand.

He didn't stop Lingzhi from leaving, but as long as Lingzhi didn't return to Wuqing Mountain, Xiao Yan would safely bring him back to Taishi's mansion just like today.

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!