Small Lingzhi

On the way back to the Grand Master's Mansion, everyone returned to normal. They were not used to seeing each other, as if they only regarded the assassination as an insignificant accident.

Lingzhi was sitting in the carriage, and Xiao Yan, who was sitting opposite, had a leisurely and lazy attitude. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have thought that the assassination was just a dream.

Xiao Yan flipped through the book, with a smile on his lips, as if he felt that Lingzhi was looking at him, his face was slightly tilted, the face reading from the side was very beautiful, whether intentionally or not, it caused Lingzhi to look at him more often.

At this time, Xiao Yan did not have the coldness of interrogating the assassin just now, but Lingzhi couldn't help thinking about it.

He has already distinguished Xiao Yan from Xiao Junqian very well.

At that time Lingzhi was always afraid of Xiao Yan, and he couldn't tell the difference between him and Xiao Junqian, or it was because the distinction was too clear.

But those cognitions are not comprehensive, he may not even recognize Xiao Junqian too much.

Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan is even more afraid.

But at this moment, even though Xiao Yan just killed someone, Lingzhi no longer has any sense of fear towards him.

He quietly looked at the indifferent man in front of him, and he was dazed.

All good, bad, good, evil and life suddenly turned into ups and downs in his mind.

All living beings are like dust, moving along their own orbits.Lingzhi lived in the mountains, and was used to seeing every forest animal fighting and fighting. In a mild case, at most two parties would be injured, and in a serious case, one would live and the other would die.

He will not persuade any forest beast to fight, because he understands that these are the tracks of their growth, no matter they fight, bite or die.

At most he will send herbs to the wounded beast, the rest, and can't do more, he has no power, no position.

Including the corpses of wild beasts that died in the battle, their corpses were eaten by other beasts in the barren hills, and he could only look at them, and he couldn't even find a place for them to bury them.

Because everything that happens in the mountains and forests has its own set of survival rules, which is the trajectory of life, Lingzhi can't criticize which beast is good or bad.

At this moment, Lingzhi looked at Xiao Yan in the same way. He looked at Xiao Yan, and there were small things in his mind that were slowly connecting together.

He also thought of the story Xiao Yanai told, and the wave of assassins in the bamboo forest who came to assassinate but were killed instead.

Lingzhi has no reason to accurately accuse them of being good or bad, but it is also the law of human survival to stand firm in order to survive.

He even ignored the interests of the rich and powerful behind Xiao Yan's identity, and Lingzhi was unable to make a judgment.

He seemed to see a more and more clear Xiao Yan, and he couldn't accuse him of being good or bad.

Xiao Yan became more and more real and clear, and he saw a lot.

Xiao Yan killed people, but he also saved people, and he can't compare the people he killed with the number of people he saved, or compare the people who feared him with the interests of the Yan Dynasty he guarded.

Xiao Yan put down the scroll, and flicked her slender fingertips in front of Lingzhi: "I'm so engrossed?"

Having said that, Xiao Yan was more than happy to let Lingzhi put her gaze on his face.

He asked with great interest: "Can you see what is going on here?"

Ling Zhi na na, looking away, also stopped the storm that was brewing in her mind just now.

This time, Xiao Yan didn't let Ling Zhi go tolerantly, and asked again: "Do I look good?"

Lingzhi: "..."

The moonlight was boundless, Lingzhi and Xiao Yan returned to the Grand Master's Mansion, they washed their hands and went to the front hall to have dinner, the cart of fruits was being unloaded by Manager Liu and his servants at the back of the courtyard, and baskets of fruits were sent to the back kitchen.

Picking fruits in Qiushan for half a day, and encountered an inexplicable assassination on the way back, after Lingzhi relaxed the tense state of body and mind, his body was more fatigued than before.

After finishing his meal, he sat in the yard blowing the wind for a while, then fell asleep groggyly on the stone table.

Xiao Yan came out from the Book Pavilion after finishing a few things, and saw Ling Zhi under the lamp lying on the stone table like a tired kitten sleeping, couldn't help smiling, and watched for a long time.

He picked up a cloak and walked down the bookstore, entered the yard and put the cloak over Lingzhi's back.

Xiao Yan sat on the other side of the stone table, the moonlit night was cloudless, he had no intention of admiring the moon, his eyes fell on the top of the boy's hair.

Lingzhi fell asleep not long ago, and opened her eyes slowly after half a quarter of an hour.

He raised his face from his arms, facing the man against the moonlight, and closed his slightly parted lips.

Xiao Yan looked soft, and said in a gentle voice: "If you are tired today, go back to the room earlier to rest."

Lingzhi rubbed her face, feeling slightly awkward.

He clutched his arms and didn't move. He thought he was doing it quietly, but Xiao Yan pulled his fingers and tugged at his sleeve.

"The arm is numb."

Lingzhi nodded and shook his head again, he carefully pulled the sleeve out from Xiao Yan's fingers, his voice mixed with the wind and gently floated to Xiao Yan's ear.

"I'm back home."

Lingzhi walked into the room, her arms were still numb.

The little servant came forward to serve him, staring at the young master's ears, and asked suspiciously: "Young master, why are your ears so red, but mosquitoes bit them?"

Lingzhi's ears were hot, he let out a "huh" and ran to the bronze mirror to look at his ears, his earlobe was really red like blood.

He said vaguely, "There are mosquitoes in the yard."

The little servant scratched his head in confusion.

They planted a lot of medicinal herbs to repel mosquitoes in the yard. Even if the guards were on guard at night with shirtless shirts, few people suffered from mosquito bites.

The slave said: "Ever since a severe malaria epidemic spread throughout the city due to mosquito bites seven years ago, the grand master and His Majesty participated in the anti-malaria scriptures. Later, every household in Yandu City needed herbs to repel mosquitoes. These herbs We don’t charge the common people to share money, just go to a few big pharmacies in the city to register when picking up herbs, and the pharmacies will report the list to the government, and this part of the money will be distributed from the national treasury.”

After listening intently, Lingzhi touched her hot and red earlobe and hung her head in silence.

The little servant took out some ointment and applied it to the young master's red ears: "Young master, go to sleep."

Lingzhi lay down on the bed obediently, and the little servant shook the wind for him for a while, and used ice cubes to cool down the room in advance, and only removed the ice cubes after he entered the room.

The whole house is cool and refreshing, and sleeping under the futon is very comfortable.Lingzhi closed her eyes and turned sideways, her face pressed against the pillow and her eyes closed safely.

The little servant observed that the son was breathing calmly, stopped shaking the fan and retreated to the door to guard.

Lingzhi listened to the slave walk out of the room, he opened his eyes again, stared at the beads on the curtain for a while, lost in thought.

Without shoes and socks on, he walked to the window barefoot, opened a slit in the veil and looked towards the yard.

The figure was still sitting quietly under the tree, drinking wine or tea, the moonlight fell on his soft gray clothes, with a beautiful figure that he envied, looking cold and lonely.

Xiao Yan seldom makes people approach or disturb him when he does things. When Lingzhi thinks of this person, the most images in his memory are probably only him alone, and even Manager Liu will not follow him.

Lingzhi looked at it for a while, and then went back to bed and lay down when she was really tired.

*******

After the five consecutive days of banquet in Yandu City, Xiao Yan went to court several times on time.

Lingzhi seldom went out. He always fiddled with his medical books and herb packs in the pharmacy, and sent the prepared medicine packs to Plum Garden by himself in a carriage.

Mei Ruobai also took him to the Yanjiao city for several consultations, and Lingzhi began to practice what Mei Ruobai taught him.

He personally cleaned the wounds of injured patients, disinfected them, applied medicine, and wrapped gauze.

At an old temple in Yanjiao that day, Mei Ruobai beckoned, and Lingzhi hurried over to take over Mei Ruobai's job.

He put his thin white fingers on the monk's pulse, and after checking the pulse, he pushed Mei Ruobai's wheelchair to stop in a quiet corner, told him about the monk's illness, and carefully listed the prescriptions he had prepared.

After listening, Mei Ruobai was not in a hurry to discuss this matter with Lingzhi, but picked up a clean handkerchief that exudes medicinal fragrance, handed it to him, and said, "Wipe the sweat off your face, don't be nervous."

Lingzhi took the handkerchief embroidered with winter snow and white plums to wipe off the sweat on her face, and smiled shyly.

"When will I be able to treat people like Dr. Mei without changing face?"

Lingzhi never felt any similar psychological burden when delivering medicinal herbs to the villagers, but ever since Mei Ruobai told him some cases of serious illness or death caused by doctors' wrong diagnosis or wrong prescription, he had to ask every time he saw a patient. When I asked Mei Ruobai, she was cautious and subtle, with a somewhat upright appearance.

He is naturally familiar with the properties of medicine, Mei Ruobai taught him in an unusual way according to his talent, Lingzhi accepted and practiced it unexpectedly smoothly.

Mei Ruobai never hesitated to praise him: "You did a good job today, just follow the prescribed prescription and make the medicine once, and then go back to the house to rest for the rest of the time."

He also said: "You are not in good health, do everything according to your ability, don't be brave."

Lingzhi's cheeks were slightly red, showing gratitude to Mei Ruobai.

He carried a small stool to the stove to decoct the medicine, and the rest of the sick monks were asked by the doctor from Meiyuan to look at them.

Across the smoke from the medicine stove, the patient's stretched face after being treated was clearly imprinted in Lingzhi's mind.

Doctors, save lives and heal the wounded.

He immediately understood why Mei Ruobai insisted on seeing the doctor because of her inconvenient legs and feet, and understood how much this sentence meant to Mei Ruobai.

As sunset was approaching, the group in Meiyuan were entertained by the monks and left after dinner.

Meiyuan's car was parked outside the gate of the old temple, and Ling Zhi was about to get into the car when she found it, but saw the carriage with the flag of the Grand Master's Mansion waiting quietly at another place.

A slender and pale hand protruded from the car, Lingzhi stared at that hand, then turned around and said a few words to Mei Ruobai.

He said softly: "The early autumn is coming, and I may not come out to see Dr. Mei in a few days. Xiao Yan promised to send me away when autumn comes. Dr. Mei, I...I'm going back to Wuqing Mountain."

These words were farewell, and Lingzhi was a little disappointed.

Although he wanted to go back to Wuqing Mountain wholeheartedly, it was inevitable that he would not let go when facing parting.

He made very few friends, and Mei Ruobai was the best friend he met when he came to Yandu City.

Mei Ruobai saved him, enlightened him, and taught him medical skills. This feeling is also a teacher, a friend, and a brother. I can't explain it clearly.

He couldn't bear to part.

However, if this trade-off is to be compared with Wuqing Mountain, he still wants to go back.

The hidden guard guarding the carriage whispered Lingzhi's words to the master's ear, and Xiao Yan was both happy and gloomy when he heard it.

Lingzhi no longer has the opportunity to associate with Mei Ruobai, which is exactly what he wants, but if Lingzhi insists on going back to Wuqing Mountain, in fact, including him as part of the part that was discarded, then what is the difference between him and Mei Ruobai...?

Xiao Yan looked at the back outside the car curtain, and squeezed her fingers tightly.

His expression was dark and difficult to discern.

Xiao Yan smiled, he and Mei Ruobai will be different after all.

******

For the remaining few days, Xiao Yan seemed to be at ease.

Lingzhi thought that he would have to go on a long journey in a few days, so he stopped going out, listened to the imperial doctor's advice, rested more, and tried his best to recuperate his body.

Neither of them went out, so they met in the courtyard from time to time.

The autumn fish is delicious and plump. Xiao Yan took the golden hook fishing line to fish, and invited Lingzhi to watch it together.

The cool breeze was blowing, Lingzhi sat with Xiao Yan for half a day, but not a single fish took the bait.

He pursed his lips, Xiao Yan was rarely silent.

Xiao Yan returned empty-handed from fishing, and found tools to make paper kites in the yard the next day.

The autumn wind is dry and refreshing. There is a wide and gentle area coming out of the mountain behind Taishi Mansion. The wind is strong and the slope is gentle, which is suitable for flying paper kites.

Xiao Yan taught Lingzhi how to make paper kites. Lingzhi was clumsy and clumsy about these small and delicate tasks, but Xiao Yan could transform beautiful and delicate things from his hands. Will stop his gaze on the other person's focused face.

He took the ganoderma lucidum paper kite from Xiao Yan, and ran for a while in the back mountain.

The kite flew very high, Lingzhi raised her head and looked up until her neck was sore, the smile flickering in her eyes did not diminish, and when she retracted the kite, she met Xiao Yan's gaze.

At the end of summer, Lingzhi spent the last few days of comfort and relaxation. From the beginning of autumn, Lingzhi carried the small baggage he had packed early that morning, and sat in the yard waiting for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan sat in the courtyard earlier than him, and seemed to be waiting for him.

Xiao Yan asked: "Are you really unwilling to stay in the mansion?"

Lingzhi squeezed the cloth strap of the burden tightly.

"My hand has recovered, and you promised me."

Ling Zhi whispered: "I have gotten along well with you during this time, haven't I..."

Xiao Yan sighed.

"Forget it, since I can't keep it, I'll send you away. Go to the front hall for breakfast first, and I'll send you back when you're full."

During the meal, she was very silent, and Lingzhi lost her appetite after eating a little.

Xiao Yan asked: "Don't you eat?"

Lingzhi shook her head.

Xiao Yan didn't force him either.

The carriage and guards were already waiting outside the door for the departure, Ling Zhiduo brought some fruits by his side, and he climbed into the carriage with Xiao Yan's hand.

A spacious and soft place was cleaned up in the carriage, and Ling Zhi and Xiao Yan sat facing each other.

At the moment when the carriage was driving, Lingzhi looked seriously at Xiao Yan's eyebrows and said "Thank you".

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, the grievances between the two were resolved, and it seemed that he really wanted to let Lingzhi go back to freedom.

The author says:

thank you all.

If you don't count, you are not Xiao Yan. When you are serious, he even counts himself.

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 379303583;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Dawn; 3 bottles of ABC;