Small Lingzhi

As Xiao Yan said, Lingzhi didn't see him in the next few days, and occasionally heard the servants who brought firewood in from the backyard whispering while they were resting and drinking water.

For example, Taishi Xiao accompanied the emperor to meet the envoys who came to pay tribute, and there was another coup in the court. There will be a five-day banquet.

Lingzhi sat under the pavilion to enjoy the breeze, and there was a medical book in front of him, and he had finished reading the one that Mei Ruobai gave him last time.

Due to a hand injury, it is inconvenient to move, and there is nothing to do in the mansion. Mei Ruobai sent someone to send another copy, which was written according to Lingzhi's acceptable understanding. Put pen to ink.

The little slave came up to him and took a look, sighing endlessly.

"Doctor Mei is really caring. He even custom-made medical books for you."

It was inconvenient for Lingzhi to turn the pages at first, so the little servant would turn the pages for him manually after he finished reading. Yesterday he was able to bend his arms, so there was no need for the little servant to turn the pages for him.

The little servant was smiling, and after a while, he brought a bowl of peeled lychees.

The lychee pulp is crystal clear, juicy, plump and tender, and the core is very small. The core has been removed, and the taste is good.

The little servant said: "The number one scholar incense that was specially transported from Nancheng to the capital city is still chilled, young master, taste it quickly."

Litchi is a precious fruit that can only be tasted by high-ranking officials and nobles, and the fragrance of the champion is even worse. The fragrance of the champion sent to Yandu is divided into two parts, one is sent to the palace, and the other is directly sent to the Taishi's mansion.

Lingzhi tasted one, it was ice-sweet and delicious, the juice was overflowing on her lips and teeth.

"Is it tasty?"

Lingzhi frowned: "It's delicious, you should try it too."

The little servant shook his head repeatedly, found an excuse to decline, and said: "The servant drank a lot of herbal tea in the back kitchen, and my stomach is so full that I can't eat anything."

Perhaps Lingzhi didn't know the preciousness of lychees, let alone the fact that ordinary people would never be able to eat the fragrance of champion. These lychees may not be important to the master, but they are all the master's intention to make the young master feel comfortable and happy. Even if the young master let go, The slaves absolutely dare not go beyond the rules.

Lingzhi let out an "oh" and tasted a few more lychees.

Since Xiao Yan promised to send him back to Wuqing Mountain one month later, during the few days of recuperation in the Jingsiyuan, he felt that his life seemed to speed up, he was much more relaxed, and he was also much more lazy.

After noon, there was a cool breeze in the yard, the windows in the house were all open, and there was a sense of refreshing in the room.

For the past few days, every time this time came, Lingzhi would go back to her room to take a nap for half an hour, and it was the same today.

He wiped his hands and feet with cold water by the little servant, put on a cool silk underwear, curled up lazily in the soft and thin quilt, and rubbed his face like a kitten.

His eyes fell on the gemstone music box on the desk, his thoughts moved slightly, he got off the bed, carried it to the head of the bed, opened the box, and the soft and melodious music poured out slowly like running water.

Lingzhi stared at the blue gemstone the size of his fist in front of him. It had been sent into the room for several months, and it was only now that Lingzhi observed it carefully.

The gemstone is exquisite and beautiful, and powder as fine as white snow is flying around it profusely. With a hook of his fingertips, he flipped the metal pick to the opposite side, and the music stopped suddenly.

Turn it again, and the sound continues.

Lingzhi quietly stared at the jeweled music box, which he had intentionally ignored for a long time, and gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep with her mind flowing like water.

In the evening, the glow in the sky is like layers of makeup.

Lingzhi dozed and stood behind the window to blow the air. After she regained consciousness, she washed her face, and tied her hair loosely with a headband, a little casually.

He shyly looked at himself in the mirror with his hair tied up irregularly, so he had no choice but to ask the little servant to come in and tie his hair neatly again.

The little servant smiled and said: "Young master's hair is of really good quality, black and smooth, and has a slight medicinal fragrance."

Lingzhi curled up a lock of hair that fell in front of him. Looking around, he felt that his hair was no different from ordinary people.

The little servant pursed his lips and snickered, but didn't point it out.

The young master's hair is of excellent quality, and they took good care of him at the mansion according to the grand master's instructions. When bathing the young master, they have to take care of this long black hair carefully.

Not to mention every inch of the young master's skin, which is smeared with face powder bead cream every day, it is delicate and soft, white and shiny, and it is delicate and precious everywhere.

The little servant tied up Lingzhi's hair, and this time he used the jade hairpin from the grand master, which complemented the young man's red lips, white face, moist and soft.

Lingzhi was bedridden for a few days because of her injury, and she either ate or slept, and the flesh on her face and waist became round and soft when pinched.

For no reason, Lingzhi thought of Xiao Yan's handsome but heroic face outline, and felt slightly discouraged.

I don't know when it will take him to grow into a grown man.

The slave said softly: "Meals have been prepared in the front hall, young master, let's go."

Xiao Yan was away for a few days, and Lingzhi's dining place was transferred from the room to the front hall.

During this period of time, only Lingzhi was sitting alone in the front hall eating. He had a small appetite, perhaps because of Xiao Yan's orders, the back kitchen did not cook much meals for him, each serving was a small amount, and each meal made several tricks. Except for Lingzhi's favorite, every dish and dessert has never been repeated.

Lingzhi is not picky about food and can eat anything.So he won't say what's delicious and what's not. The little servant guesses Lingzhi's appetite by observing his eating frequency, preferences and related changes.

Like Lingzhi who tasted a few more bites of dim sum, the little servant would order the back kitchen to make a few more every day.

After another three days, Lingzhi's hands could be flexed and moved properly.

Ganoderma lucidum will become moldy after being idle for a long time. He mixes the prescriptions he read while recuperating with herbs himself. For this reason, a lot of medicine utensils were sent to an attic in the yard. All medicine removal dishes are customized according to the size of his palm. It's an inch smaller than most people use.

At first, Lingzhi thought it was just a coincidence. The imperial doctor who examined him that day couldn't help smiling when he saw him pounding herbs with a small medicinal pestle. After Lingzhi asked, he realized that Xiao Yan should have asked someone to make them for him.

Obediently let the imperial doctor look over the elbow injury, Lingzhi wrapped the divided portions of medicinal materials in paper, and at this moment had nothing to do with his hands, so he didn't do anything.

He was leaning behind the window facing the pool, the wind was blowing softly, and dusk was approaching, everything in the medicine room was warm and warm under the afterglow.

In fact, Lingzhi seldom thought of Xiao Yan, but today he suddenly thought of this person.

Maybe it's because although the other party is not there, but he has compromised and meticulously arranged things for himself, making it appear that he is everywhere.

He just felt stuffy and took a few deep breaths against the evening wind.

After dinner, Lingzhi sent the medicine package he had packed to Mr. Liu and asked him to send the medicine to Meiyuan. This was his homework after reading the medical book written by Dr. Mei himself.

Director Liu immediately sent someone to Meiyuan, and brought back the guidance that Mei Ruobai had left for him.

At the beginning, Lingzhi was dispensing the wrong amount of medicine, but now she has made great progress. After hearing the words of a servant taking the white belt for Mei Ruo, she was overjoyed.

So that night after Lingzhi bathed, he didn't rest in the cave as usual, he turned around and went to the medicine store, where he enthusiastically sorted out the rest of the medicinal materials and prepared the prescription.

The little servant added a few more lamps, and the whole pharmacy was bright and bright, illuminating the busy figure of the young man.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was past the time for Lingzhi to sleep.The little servant urged softly, Lingzhi weighed a few medicines with a small scale, and said intently: "Wait a little longer."

He turned his head and grinned at the little servant: "I'm not sleepy tonight, just let me stay a little longer."

The little servant softened his heart and nodded.

After a while, he asked again, "My lord, do you want some snacks?"

Lingzhi responded to the other party: "Eat, I want to drink a glass of fruit water."

The little slave smiled and hurriedly prepared supper for him.

After the servant left, Lingzhi picked up the dried herbs and stuffed them into the medicine bag, and smiled shyly.

He seemed to be a little out of school, and deliberately found something to get rid of the little servant.

Lingzhi concentrated on packing the medicine. In order to make up for the guilt in his heart, he decided to eat all the supper brought by the little servant in a while.

In the middle of the night, Lingzhi tossed and turned on the bed.He covered his stomach with both hands and kneaded it. After eating too much, he was more energetic than during the day.

There is an oil lamp in the house, and the indigo cover embroidered with brocade patterns is put on the lamp, and the light is much dim.

He gently got out of bed, put on his shoes, walked around the little servant lying asleep in the corner of the front hall, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

The crescent moon was tilted, and the clouds drifted across the edge of the moon along the wind.

Lingzhi went to the yard and found a stone bench to sit down on. The treetops swayed with the wind, and a few pieces rustled down.

He picked up a leaf that had fallen by his hand, and saw a shadow reflected on the stone slab in a daze, raised his eyes, and bumped into the person who came.

The clouds cleared and the moonlight was bright and clear, instantly illuminating the man's face.

Not long after Xiao Yan took a bath, she wore a moon-white light-colored shirt, her black hair fell down, and her eyebrows and eyes were light, like a banished immortal from the nine worlds.Seeing Lingzhi, Xiao Yan was also obviously taken aback, her gaze softened a bit.

He returned to the mansion late at night, and didn't feel sleepy after taking a bath, so he came to sit in the courtyard.

This courtyard is facing Lingzhi's room, and the reason is to enjoy the coolness and admire the moon, so there is no need to come here a few courtyards to cover it up.

Lingzhi originally stretched her two legs apart and straightened them comfortably, but at this scene, she quickly retracted her legs and brought her knees together, pinching the corners of her clothes with her fingers, and looked down at the shadow on the ground.

Xiao Yan sat on the stone bench on the other side and spoke first.

"It's late at night, why don't you sleep."

The words are gentle and skillful, and the care is naturally revealed.

Lingzhi was still slightly restrained at first, Xiao Yan smiled and said: "Didn't you promise me that you will get along with me for a month?"

He seemed helpless: "Lingzhi."

Lingzhi just looked up at the person and nodded lightly.

"I, I'm full at night, I can't sleep..."

Xiao Yan said "you" in a low voice, Lingzhi's face was thin, and his ears suddenly became hot, thinking that he was really ashamed at such an age that he couldn't sleep because he was full of food.

Xiao Yan looked sideways, staring at Lingzhi's rounder face slightly lost in thought.

He remembered that when Lingzhi ate until she was full in Wuqing Mountain, she would stick into his arms and ask him to rub her stomach.

Xiao Yan asked in a hoarse voice, "How are you doing recently?"

Lingzhi nodded absent-mindedly, and said "hmm" again.

Although he and Xiao Yan were getting along peacefully at this time, they were subconsciously restrained.

Xiao Yan didn't seem to see Lingzhi's restraint, and said with a smile: "Zhuangyuanhong is still suitable for my appetite. I will order people to send more to the courtyard in another day."

The best date to eat Zhuangyuanhong is within three days after picking. To send these fruits from Nancheng to Kyoto in a short time, soldiers need to ride horses to drive day and night, in order to let the high-ranking people in Kyoto taste it. fresh.

Xiao Yan said to herself: "I miss you a little bit."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he didn't try to avoid him at all.

He went out for a few days to be busy with court affairs, and his heart was empty. When he came back and saw the young man beside him, complicated thoughts surged in his chest in an instant.

Xiao Yan is not a person who is obsessed with feelings. Whether it is family affection or others, thin affection is the most suitable for high-ranking people.

There is no obsession with beauty, and it is dedicated to self-cultivation.

Like this moment, sitting under the moon with Lingzhi, he felt very good.

Warm and soft emotions poured out from the gate of my heart, and I was relaxed, and the corners of my mouth did not seem to be tense or fake smiles like usual.

Xiao Yan said happily, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Lingzhi raised her eyes to look at the moon, turned her head and caught Xiao Yan's eyes on him, and couldn't help turning away.

"Don't look at me, I'm going back to bed."

Since Lingzhi met Xiao Ni, she has been afraid of him and afraid of him avoiding him.

It should be because of the gentle moonlight and the quiet wind at this moment, or the influence of the promise of "get along well and send him back to Wuqing Mountain for a month", his heart is much quieter, and he can look at Xiao Yan's whole person positively.

Xiao Yan was born with a pair of deep and gentle eyebrows and eyes, containing a faint strength.

Lingzhi suddenly shuddered all over, and quickly got up and ran back to the house.

Before he closed the door, he cast his gaze towards the yard again, and the moon-white floating figure stood in the yard, seeming to sense it, looking in his direction.

Lingzhi didn't want to look directly at this person, so she closed the door.

The Ganoderma lucidum cap on the desk is round and plump, longer than last month.

He carried the flowerpot to the head of the bed, touched it, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

No matter what, Ganoderma lucidum is still growing freely in the mountains, and after a month, he will finally leave.

The author says:

It's a little stuck, no more updates today, just a transition, to be fixed, thank you all.

When Lingzhi met Xiao Yanqi, she had never looked at this person directly and calmly, so she made a one-month promise.