Small Lingzhi

The moonlight cast two parallel shadows on Qingshi Street.

Ling Zhi and Xiao Yan walked back, wearing masks and walking slowly.

Lingzhi simply walked back to the Grand Master's Mansion to digest food simply because she was full of food.And the street lights are like a sea, and all kinds of craftsmen are performing in various streets. This journey is not boring.

The young man stopped and went, never seen so many performances, and after watching it for a long time, the person next to him tugged at his sleeve, and Lingzhi just continued to carry his big colorful lantern and walked away.

The lantern was quite heavy, and Lingzhi held her arms in her arms when she was tired from lifting them, reflecting half of the face under the rabbit mask glowing and her neck moist.

Lingzhi noticed that there was an extra small lantern in Xiao Yan's hand, he turned his head and looked at the other person twice more, his lips moved, he didn't speak, and put on a brisk smile as he walked forward.

The sea of ​​lights lit up the entire Yandu City, even the moonlight and stars in the sky were hidden.

Until the clamor and yelling receded from behind, Ling Zhi and Xiao Yan returned to the Grand Master's Mansion, the guards guarding the gate saluted respectfully, and the tall and short people turned back towards the Jingsiyuan.

In addition to the main building where Lingzhi sleeps, there are also several buildings and small courtyards of different sizes in the Jingsi courtyard.

Xiao Yan gave up the main building to Lingzhi to rest, while he himself slept in another courtyard.

The doors of the two houses are facing each other, and Xiao Yan deliberately avoids them on weekdays, and Lingzhi stays at home, which makes it impossible to see each other.

Things were different tonight.

The relationship between the two seems to have subtly changed due to this trip to the temple fair together. At least Lingzhi can get along with Xiao Yan calmly. And go.

The moonlight is slanting, and the sky will be bright in two hours.

Lingzhi stopped in the courtyard, holding the big lantern in his arms and looking up at the man beside him, finally swallowed his words, and went back to the house silently.

The little servant waited on him every step of the way, took off Ling Zhi's coat, knelt down to take off his shoes and socks, wet his face and hands with a silk towel, and quickly washed his feet.

"Young master, rest quickly, the sky is about to dawn."

The little servant was delighted with the progress of the relationship between the young master and the master, and did not forget to worry that the young master would hurt his health by playing around the streets so late.

Lingzhi blew out the wick in the lantern and placed it side by side with the Ganoderma lucidum on the desk. He stared at it for a while, then went to the bed and lay down, put his hands in front of his waist, obediently closed his eyes and waited for sleep.

It's a pity that it didn't go as Lingzhi wished.

Maybe he went to bed early tonight, or maybe playing in Yandu's Night City made him excited.

Lingzhi stuck to the pillow and tossed and turned several times. The windows in the room were half open, the veils were lowered, and the faint incense mixed with the smell of the sachet designed to repel mosquitoes was soothing, but he felt restless and stuffy for no reason.

Kicking away the legs wrapped in the silk quilt, Lingzhi's slender limbs stretched out and collapsed on the bed.

He looked straight at the top of the couch, his eyes flickered like water, and looked at the place where the underwear was propped up.

Lingzhi's eyes were blushing, and her small Adam's apple swallowed back and forth.

In the silence of the night, Lingzhi didn't have the shame of waking up in the daytime, and she didn't want to hide the way to please her body and comfort.

He simply let go of his movements, and kept swallowing the cat-like purr in his throat.

Tiny beads of sweat rolled down his neck and forehead, and within a moment, Lingzhi let go of the hand hanging by his side, his fingers clenched into trembling fists, and then tightened again.

He made a cat-like sound, his bright red lips were tightened, revealing some muffled movements.

The neck and hair were soaked with sweat, and the underwear was quietly attached to his body. He blinked his absent-minded eyes, and felt ashamed when he looked at his fingers.

The incense in the room was mixed with a strong slightly astringent medicinal fragrance, Lingzhi couldn't be more familiar with his own smell, and didn't allow him to be ashamed for too long, so he got up limply.

Lingzhi didn't even wear shoes this time, put on socks and went to the closet to find other clean inner clothes to change into. As for the dirty body, it was hung on his arm.

He thought that since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well fetch water from the patio in the courtyard to wash it and dry it.

The little servant waited for him to come back tonight and stayed up until midnight before closing his eyes. At this time, he collapsed on the blanket in the corner and fell into a dark sleep. Lingzhi looked at him a few times, clutched the clothes in his arms, and hurriedly and carefully opened the door to go out.

The moon is fading, the stars are faint, and it will be dawn in an hour.

Lingzhi ran out of the door, turned her head and just entered the yard, stepped on the cool stone slab, and said nothing to the man sitting under the tree drinking alone.

With a twist of his arms, he hid the coat behind his back, and suddenly his heart beat violently, as if he had done something bad and was caught by the person he least wanted to see.

Xiao Yan slowly drank the remaining half cup of sake, her black eyes were lowered, and the covered eyes were like eagle hooks on Lingzhi's feet.

Lingzhi shrank her feet subconsciously, and looked at the stone slab together with Xiao Yan.

He said, "I came out wearing socks..."

Xiao Yan didn't ask Lingzhi why he slipped out of the room in the middle of the night, and even pretended not to see the clothes hidden behind his arms.

He focused on drinking, with a gentle and deep voice: "You are free."

Lingzhi stood outside the door, hesitating, his relationship with Xiao Lin had eased, and it seemed guilty and deliberate to avoid it.

Xiao Yan didn't seem to pay special attention to him, Lingzhi was like a vigilant cat under the pine, while observing Xiao Liang, quietly ran to the well mouth behind the yard, picked up the wooden basin and fetched water from it.

There was laundry soap on the stone platform, and he repeatedly scrubbed a wet spot on his underwear as quietly as possible.

The clear night wind was blowing behind, and there was a faint smell of alcohol mixed with a cold fragrance at any time.

Lingzhi turned her head in shock, only to see Xiao Yan squatting beside him, staring intently at the laundry in his hands.

Lingzhi: "..."

Xiao Yan turned his face away, his deep black eyes flashed a bit blurred and soft.

He said, "Don't come out barefoot next time."

Xiao Yan's eyes are always so deep and unpredictable that people dare not look directly at them. His eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, so few people dare to look at him, let alone look at him directly.

At this moment Lingzhi asked uncertainly: "Are you drunk?"

Xiao Yan smiled without saying a word, but her graceful and immortal figure swayed backwards slightly as she answered his words, Lingzhi stretched out her bubble-filled arm to block it, and immediately retracted before touching anyone .

Xiao Yan was really drunk.

The drunk Xiao Yan made Lingzhi not too frightened.

He has seen drunk people, everyone is delirious, most of them don't understand what they are talking about, and when they wake up, their minds are even blank.

He thought of Xiao Yan as this kind of drunken person, and he immediately relaxed a lot.

The movement of rubbing the clothes with her hands was even more vigorous, Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing lowly as she watched a pair of slender arms dangling to wash a small underwear.

Lingzhi washed the clothes twice with clean water, and took them to the clothes rail to spread out to dry after washing.

The courtyard was full of lamps and shadows, Lingzhi finished drying her clothes, turned around and almost bumped into the man following behind.

He thought to himself that Xiao Yan is really drunk, why is he still like a dog, wherever he walks with his front feet, this person will follow with his back heels.

The man's clean and elegant image of an exiled fairy lost a little bit in Lingzhi's eyes, and he even gave a kind suggestion, saying softly: "It's almost dawn, go back to sleep."

Xiao Yan grabbed Lingzhi's wrist, and looked at him quietly.

"I can not sleep."

Lingzhi couldn't fall asleep himself, so he couldn't teach the other party how to fall asleep.

He heard Xiao Yan sigh in a low voice, for no reason, and felt a little at a loss.

Xiao Yan didn't leave, Lingzhi couldn't move.

Later, the two sat on the stone steps, Xiao Yan looked very relaxed at the moment, and the smoky smell of alcohol became stronger when he spoke.

Xiao Yan said: "How about telling you a story."

Lingzhi liked listening to stories, so she nodded.

He poked Xiao Yan's arm, and the other party let go of his fingers holding his arm.

"Once upon a time, there was a lord who lived in the mountains with two young apprentices. Although he was not related by blood, the lord surpassed the gift of childbearing to the young apprentices. In ancient times, there was a three-time visit to the thatched cottage. The lord had the world in mind and was resourceful. Your Majesty pays homage to the thatched cottage three times."

Xiao Yan's voice was low and ethereal: "My lord has lived up to His Majesty's entrustment, helping the world and the people, and helping the world and the nation."

"Your Excellency has passed on his virtues, and his reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. He has dedicated himself to his duties and devoted himself to his duties. He also knows that the king's heart is unpredictable, and it will be difficult to retire at that time. There are not only two young disciples who are as close as his beloved sons behind His Excellency, There are more than a hundred loyal soldiers who follow."

"My lord regrets, but he doesn't regret it either. Some of his loyal followers were killed, and some were exiled to a remote land and died of illness on the way. The house was full of desolation, and few survived. My lord has ambitions, but there is no way out. He is powerless. Facing the dead bodies with no place to bury him, he was suffering from depression and was plagued by chronic illness. On the way to exile, before he died of illness, he set up a motto to the little apprentice crying blood."

Xiao Yan paused and remained silent.

Lingzhi was ignorant at first, but then she seemed to understand a little bit.

Xiao Yan didn't speak, and he didn't make a sound.

The two backs got closer and sat together, Xiao Yan seemed to be humming drunkenly: "There is no distinction between black and white, good and evil in the world, and everyone just stands on their own stand to protect their interests."

Lingzhi looked at the two figures on the ground, and after a while said, "You're drunk, go back to your room and rest."

Xiao Yan smiled, and looked down at Lingzhi when she got up.

He seemed to sigh, and said in a long way: "You know, I'm also very angry."

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Lingzhi only went to sleep when the sky was gray, and woke up two hours later.

The little slave always had a smile on his face: "Master, do you want to have dinner in the front hall? The master is not going to the morning court today, and it has just passed by."

Lingzhi touched Kong Kong's soft stomach and nodded.

He remembered that he went to the temple fair with Xiao Yan at night, Xiao Yan invited him to eat, paraded through the streets, and won a big lantern for him.

Later...he sat on the stone steps with the drunk Xiao Yan to blow the wind, listened to Xiao Yan telling stories, and so on, he was calm, and he didn't seem to have too deep feelings for Xiao Yan, so he could calm down with each other get along with.

Lingzhi asked the little servant to tie his hair and change his clothes, and the servant said blankly: "You seem to have lost your mind last night, and you don't even remember when you washed the inner clothes for the young master and hung them out to dry."

Lingzhi pursed her lips, her calm heart beating fast.

He said: "Sometimes I also get confused in memorizing things, it doesn't matter."

The servant said: "Sir, don't play too late in the future. Your body is no better than ordinary people. You still need to sleep and rest on time."

Lingzhi nodded seriously.

In the front hall, Xiao Yan and Lingzhi were seated before eating together.

One person eats calmly, and the other eats like a kitten.

After breakfast, Xiao Yan picked up a wet handkerchief and wiped her fingers, then asked Lingzhi with a smile, "Are you free during the day?"

Lingzhi was suspicious, Xiao Yan said: "The orchard in Qiushan is ripe, and the fruit is fragrant. There are many fruits that you should like."

Lingzhi likes to eat fruit, upon hearing this, she swallowed subconsciously.

Xiao Yan's eyes were like water: "It's rare to have a few days to spare, can you go to Qiushan with me for a walk."

He sighed: "Autumn is coming now, and you will miss it when the harvest comes."

Xiao Yan is implying that Lingzhi's one-month period is coming, and he will send him away as promised in autumn.

So Lingzhi accepted Xiao Yan's invitation.

The two were wearing summer shirts of the same color, soft and foggy gray. Xiao Yan was elegant and handsome, as immature as a fairy, walking side by side, like a fairy in a light ink painting, and the general manager Liu and the servants who saw him off were dazzled. .

It takes about an hour to travel from Taishi's mansion to Qiushan, the coachman made the carriage stable, and when he arrived at Qiushan, Xiao Yan's words in the mansion were still light.

Qiushan is clearly full of fruit fragrance, when the wind blows, the fragrance pours into the throat head-on, making Lingzhi's mind shake, almost wanting to lie down on the fruit and roll around a few times.

Lingzhi couldn't hide the joy in her eyes, her black eyes were as bright as jewels, Xiao Yan didn't need to speak, she nimbly got into the mountain path.

Without turning his head, he restrained his excitement and asked Xiao Yan if he could pick the fruit from the mountain. Xiao Yan agreed, and Lingzhi picked the fruit, wiped it clean and put it in his mouth.

The fruit was sweet and sweet, and the juice moistened his throat. He squinted his eyes in comfort, and spent half a day picking fruits on the mountain.

When I calmed down, I looked back and saw the bamboo baskets carried by several guards, feeling a little guilty.

He looked at Xiao Yan who walked with him all the way and did not speak, and said softly: "I seem to have picked too much..."

Xiao Yan continued to smile: "The remaining fruit can be made into jam, or dried in the sun, or pressed into juice and chilled. If you don't give it to the servants in the courtyard, the fruit you pick will naturally be distributed by you."

Lingzhi scratched her hair, nodded her head and gave a "hmm".

He looked joyful: "Qiushan has a lot of fruits. When I return to Wuqing Mountain, I want to plant so many fruits on the mountain."

Xiao Yan restrained her smile and said, "It's a good idea."

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The few baskets of fruits that Lingzhi picked were put in another spare carriage. Picking fruits in hills and mountains was delayed for some time. When the journey back to Taishi Mansion passed a bamboo forest, it was almost dusk and the wind picked up.

The emerald green bamboo leaves were falling like rain, and there was a rustling sound, Lingzhi held two yellow and orange fruits in his palm, and was about to lift the curtain of the car to look out, but was held by Xiao Yan's arm and carried it into his arms.

The sound of bamboo leaves falling was abnormal, Lingzhi felt strange, and was about to speak, Xiao Yan covered his ears with his palms, and pressed and rubbed the back of his neck with thin callused fingertips.

Xiao Yan loosened his palm slightly, and said to the gap: "Don't move, just wait a while."

Lingzhi's eyes were gray and black, Xiao Yan pressed his head in front of him, and covered his ears again.

He was a little uneasy, holding the fruit tightly in his palm.

The fresh fragrance of the fruit was suddenly mixed with a subtle fishy smell, Lingzhi twisted her body, the wind mixed with the breath of bamboo leaves tinged with the smell of blood.

He didn't see or hear anything, it seemed that he had waited for a long time, maybe less than half an hour, and he heard Xiao Yan say "it's all right" in a trance.

The dark guard guarded outside the carriage: "Master, two people are left alive."

Xiao Yan asked Lingzhi to stay in the carriage for a while, and he got out of the carriage.

The voice was faint, and Lingzhi couldn't hear what the people outside were saying clearly. He wanted to lift the curtain of the car, but the hidden guard on the side seemed to have counted his movements, and said, "The outside of the car is not cleaned up, so please don't look at it. Well done."

Lingzhi squeezed the fruit, and he silently counted to twenty, Xiao Yan didn't come back, so he opened the curtain of the car.

The dark green and verdant bamboo leaves were covered with bright red blood. The dark guards inspected the black-clothed assassin's corpse and piled the corpses together like small hills.

Not far behind the mountain bag was an ink-like figure, the dark guard asked him to go back, Lingzhi calmed down his rapid heartbeat, jumped out of the carriage with some limp legs, carefully walked around the blood accumulated on the ground and bamboo leaves, and walked around the mountain bag After a distance of dozens of steps, the dead body suddenly couldn't move, and stared blankly at Xiao Yan's direction.

Xiao Yan asked the hidden guard to kill him after interrogating him. He turned his head and saw Lingzhi standing not far behind him. The pile of corpses and blood were incompatible with him.

The young man stood spotlessly under the forest, and the dirt got dirtier. He and the dirt were like a black and white boundary.

Xiao Yan hadn't smiled since last night, now she walked up to Lingzhi coldly and looked down at him.

"You saw it all."

Xiao Yan didn't want to say too much, but just wanted to take Lingzhi back home as soon as possible.

Lingzhi scratched a lock of hair on the side of his face, he followed behind Xiao Yan, and he didn't know what to say when he got in the car.

Xiao Yan suddenly said: "In the first two years of my protecting the little emperor's ascension to the throne, this kind of assassination can be encountered countless times a day."

Lingzhi was at a loss for words.

Finally, he stuffed a fruit in his palm to Xiao Yan, and said jerky: "If they don't die, all of us will die."

Lingzhi's slightly chaotic mind last night realized at this moment that if Xiao Yan hadn't stood firm, he, the people behind him, and everyone in the mansion would have died long ago, just like the adults in the story.

He was puzzled and whispered: "Is that you, my lord?"

The sudden words made Xiao Yan smile, and Xiao Yan knew what Lingzhi was asking.

He shook his head, the smile didn't reach his eyes: "I'm not as stupid as adults."

Lingzhi blinked slowly; "Oh..."

In the end, Lingzhi also gave another fruit in his hand to Xiao Yan. He didn't know why he wanted to give it, so he gave it out when he thought about it.

Xiao Yan held two fruits in his palm, and Lingzhi kept covering them, very warm.

The author says:

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