Small Lingzhi

When everything is in autumn, the journey from Yandu to Wuqing Mountain is not as simple and easy as Lingzhi imagined.

The young man who was brisk and comfortable when he left the house was now lying listlessly on his side in the soft bed. The mountain road made nine turns and eight bends. Although the driver tried his best to drive the carriage smoothly, the bumps on the road were unavoidable.

Lingzhi turned over in a daze on the soft couch, the carriage shook, and he was about to fall down due to the inertial force.

Leng Xiang wrapped the package, wrapped his hands around his waist and squeezed it away, and sent Lingzhi back to the soft couch.

Xiao Yanhuan's hand on Lingzhi's waist seemed to touch Lingzhi's waist and then withdrew it. He really had a very gentlemanly attitude, as if he wanted to separate himself from Lingzhi and respect Lingzhi.

Xiao Yan poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Lingzhi: "Drink some to moisten your throat."

The autumn was dry and cold, and there were several continuous rains before the autumn. After the rain, the temperature in many cities dropped sharply, and they never stopped their driving.

The changeable seasons and the environment of different paths made Lingzhi's already weak body suffer from typhoid fever, coupled with the unacceptable climate, he curled up on a soft couch like a weak sick cat all day long, wrapped in a layer from his neck to his feet. The mattress is thick, but the tip of the nose is still rosy from the cold, and a beautiful face is like a flower stamen that has lost water.

The four sides of the carriage are tightly fitted with a layer of thick mattresses to keep out the wind and keep warm, so it doesn't have much effect on keeping Lingzhi warm.

He sniffed the tip of his nose, took the warm teacup with his thin white fingers and took a sip, drank half of the cup, and his lips were just slightly rosy.

Lingzhi's dark eyes were slightly distracted, he turned his head and lifted the corner of the curtain, surrounded by mountains.

Xiao Yan's eyes stopped on the young man's thinner face, and when Lingzhi turned to look at him, he put it away without a trace.

Lingzhi buried her neck in the thick mattress, looked at Xiao Yan and laughed first.

"My body is too weak, and it was wasted before I set off."

Xiao Yan said: "We have been on the road for six days," the voice paused, "If you are really unwell, the next stop is Yucheng for rectification, and you will stop at the local official post, find a doctor to see a doctor for you, and continue your journey after you recover .”

Lingzhi buried half of her face in the thick mattress, making a muffled voice.

"This will delay the day."

It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and Lingzhi is not yet a legitimate and qualified doctor.

He picked up a few dried herbs from his baggage and chewed them. Unlike fresh herbs, the juice was fresh and tender, and the dry taste made Lingzhi's delicate mouth feel uncomfortable.

So he stopped torturing/torturing himself with dried herbs, and after taking a few pills with little effect, he wrapped himself in a heavy bedding as if resigned to his fate, trying to let himself heal himself in a sleeping state.

The carriage dangled on the steep mountain road for another two days, Lingzhi's illness did not subside as he wished.

He was lying in the innermost position of the soft couch, the wheels groaned, and he slid outwards together with the bedding.

Xiao Yan reached out to meet him, her long eyebrows frowned.

"This is not an option. After sunset, we will go to Yucheng to repair."

The back of his hand was lightly pressed against Lingzhi's cheek to check the temperature, Lingzhi did not have a fever, and the symptoms of chills did not diminish.

At this moment, it seemed that Xiao Yan's arms were very warm, Lingzhi subconsciously covered her face in Xiao Yan's arms, her reaction was slow for a few beats, and she raised her head to observe Xiao Yan's reaction.

He was actually confused.

Xiao Yan was always considerate and meticulous towards him, but this trip seemed to be different from the past.

He also knows the specific differences.

In Taishi Mansion, if he was tired and tired, Xiao Yan would not hesitate to rub the sore arm for him, and help him walk a few steps back to the room.

The similar kind of care disappeared after leaving the mansion. Xiao Yan's behavior and speech are safe and appropriate. Lingzhi and him have no deep relationship at all.

But... Lingzhi felt awkward when he first got sick. He suppressed the unfamiliar discomfort and anxiety.

However, now that Xiao Yan was holding him in his arms, before he let go, Ling Zhi rubbed his face into the other's arms because of his greed for warmth, his behavior was inappropriate, his ears were slightly red, and hesitantly wanted to back away.

Xiao Yan asked softly: "If you feel uncomfortable from the cold, you can rest in my arms for half a day."

Lingzhi was greedy and hesitant to be able to reach the official post in Yucheng at sunset, but this hesitation was silently overwhelmed by only half a day.

He thought, half a day is not too long, and absorbing half a day's temperature in Xiao Yan's arms is not too much...

Lingzhi nodded slightly, and carefully moved her body tightly wrapped in bedding close to Xiao Yan's arms.

He turned his face to look at Xiao Yan closely, and said embarrassingly: "If your arm is numb by my pressure, just put me down."

Xiao Yan hugged Lingzhi into her arms, feeling as light as a skinny cat.

He restrained the posture of wanting to hug forcefully, he was gentle and polite, like a kind and gentle brother, he put his palm on Lingzhi's shoulder and patted Lingzhi's back through a layer of quilt as a comfort.

Lingzhi was blushed by Xiao Yan's caring gesture, and he became more and more ashamed, obviously asking Xiao Yan to take care of him.

And Xiao Yan was able to send him back to Wuqing Mountain, which moved him even more. Lingzhi was too naive at first, thinking that he could go back by just hiring a carriage and finding a driver after walking out of the Grand Master's Mansion.

After traveling on the road for several days in a row, he realized that the return journey was difficult.Without Xiao Yan's adequate preparation, and without the rigorous and skillful experience of the coachman, ordinary people would not have made it this far as smoothly as they do today.

He was extremely ashamed, his fingertips exposed outside the thick mattress were wrapped warmly, his nails were pink, and the roots of his fingers were like fine onions.

Xiao Yan looked away, he wanted to put his hand into Lingzhi's fingers and clasp his fingers tightly, but at this moment, he had better not do anything other than maintain what a "gentleman" does.

******

At sunset, the carriage stopped in the official post in Yucheng, Xiao Yan looked down at the sleeping young man in his arms, put his arms around his knees, picked him up and walked off the carriage.

The cold and bleak autumn wind made people feel cold and dry, and it scratched their ears like dry knives.

Lingzhi was tightly wrapped in blankets from neck to feet, and her cheeks were buried in Xiao Yan's arms, leaving only a head of thick Russian black hair hanging down from his arms.

The comfort envoy of Yucheng who came to meet Xiao Ni was respectful and respectful, Xiao Ni's eyes were flat: "This official trip is low-key, don't make any noise."

Yucheng's appeasement envoy quickly responded and ordered someone to quickly tidy up the room for the Grand Master to rest.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yan picked up Lingzhi and walked into the spacious and elegant room. He looked around and was quite satisfied, and gently placed the boy in his arms on the bed.

As soon as Ling Zhifu lay down, he woke up immediately.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yan's face with his loose and wet eyes, and unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers.

Xiao Yan whispered: "I have arrived at the official post, the doctor will come in a while."

Lingzhi gave a soft "hmm".

Someone in the house quickly brought hot water and food in the bathtub.

Xiao Yan probed Tan Lingzhi's forehead again, but there was no fever, his face was gentle, a little anxious.

Lingzhi bathed in hot water with half a stick of incense, and wrapped herself under the bedding to accept Xiao Yan's feeding.

After half a bowl of soup, the doctor arrived.

Xiao Yan let Lingzhi lean in his arms, his eyes were calm, but the doctor was covered in cold sweat.

The doctor checked Lingzhi's pulse very carefully, and then prescribed medicine.

What Lingzhi suffered from was the common wind-cold syndrome, and because of his frailty and acclimatization, he was lingering on the bed.

The comforter of Yucheng, who was standing quietly by the side, immediately said: "The next official will order someone to bring the medicine package over immediately."

Xiao Yan embraced the half-sleeping young man with his eyes closed in his arms, and told everyone in the room to leave.

The comforter of Yucheng didn't return to the mansion tonight. Although Grand Master Xiao didn't meet him, he stayed in the official post to help out sensibly. Seeing that he was bored, Yucheng's appeasement officer really left.

The temperature of the medicinal soup was just right, Lingzhi opened her eyes when she smelled it, pursed her lips, and said, "It's so bitter."

Xiao Yan opened a brocade box, which contained a number of candied dates, wrapped in honey juice to form a film on the dates, Lingzhi swallowed, and knew at a glance that the candied dates wrapped in honey would be very sweet.

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Eat a few pills to relieve suffering after drinking."

Lingzhi pinched his nose and drank the whole bowl of medicinal soup in order to enjoy a few honey and jujube candies.

Xiao Yan stared at the tip of his red nose, laughed dumbly, picked up a piece of honey jujube sugar with her finger and brought it to Lingzhi's lips.

"eat."

His voice was subconsciously lowered, Lingzhi was too confused to hear clearly, and the tip of his tongue rolled up to Xiao Yan's fingertips to put honey and jujube candy into his mouth.

Xiao Yan stared at the wet fingertips like electricity, and his throat rolled.

Lingzhi licked honey and jujube candy in his mouth, revealing a little bit of moist red tongue from time to time, he raised his eyelashes in confusion, and bumped into Xiao Yan's unrestrained gaze.

Xiao Yan's black eyes were deep and hard to distinguish, Lingzhi suddenly felt a little uneasy, and the arms around his waist were so tight that he couldn't breathe.

Although Xiao Yan didn't reveal anything, it made Lingzhi feel a certain panic of being invaded.

"... Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan loosened the restraint on Lingzhi's waist, and put away the emotions that were overwhelming and surging in his eyes like dark clouds, and he said hoarsely: "It's nothing."

Lingzhi picked up the second honey jujube candy by himself, and this time he ate slowly, pushing the brocade box towards Xiao Yan.

"Would you like to try some?"

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "I always eat less sweets."

Lingzhi put away the brocade box.

After soaking in hot water and drinking the medicine prescribed by Dr. Wan, Lingzhi's body began to sweat, and she didn't seem to be heavy when she was driving in the car.

Xiao Yan saw fine beads of sweat oozing from both sides of his bun, and wiped him with a clean handkerchief.

Lingzhi wanted to do it herself, and she pulled the soft handkerchief with her fingers, but Xiao Yan not only did not let go, but also tightly covered it.

So Lingzhi grabbed Xiao Yan's fingers without moving.

That weird feeling emerged from his back again, he blinked, Xiao Yan let him go, and sighed in a low voice.

Lingzhi put the handkerchief over her head and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yan's eyes fell elsewhere: "Suddenly remembered an incident in the early years."

When Lingzhi heard the story, everyone felt refreshed.

Xiao Yu said: "The local bureaucrats were prevalent in Yucheng back then. They cooperated with a group of bandits in private and allowed the bandits to rob and humiliate the villages within a few miles of Yucheng. These local bureaucrats provided information to the bandits and obtained the looted money from the bandits' lairs. .They concealed the report from the imperial court, down to oppress the local people, and the people of Yucheng suffered terribly.”

Lingzhi frowned, looking angry.

Xiao Yan said: "At that time, the sage was still young, and I went to Yucheng on a tour to the south on behalf of the sage, and used severe means to end these bureaucrats, chased down the mountain bandits, implemented a continuous punishment system, and ordered their heads to be chopped off. Hang it on the city gate for three days and three nights as a warning."

Lingzhi shrank her neck.

Xiao Yan said again: "Although this action quickly punished the officials and bandits, it has not completely wiped out the evil forces. A few years ago, I don't know where it came from, saying that these bandits are secretly gathering people and looking for opportunities to seek revenge on me. .”

Lingzhi pursed her lips, and Xiao Yan looked at him with a smile: "But in these years, I have encountered more than a hundred assassinations, if not a thousand times, and the group of bandits in Yucheng who wanted to seek revenge on me might be among them."

Lingzhi clasped her five fingers behind Xiao Yan's hand: "... nothing will happen."

The young man raised his face to meet Xiao Yan's gaze, his eyes were pure and flawless like black jewels, full of dependence and trust.

The Lingzhi in front of him gradually overlapped with the young man who was obedient to him in Wuqing Mountain, and would sometimes instruct him to do things with a raised face and a smile.

Such a pure beauty really makes people want to protect it, but also makes people unable to resist destroying it.

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered, and with a turn of his palm, he clasped Lingzhi's wrist tightly on his leg.

Lingzhi pursed her lips: "You..."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his slightly parted lips penetrated into a fiery tongue, biting the tip of his tongue, sucking hard as if he wanted to swallow him up.

Lingzhi's face turned red, her ears were on fire.

He put his other hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder and pushed it, and even slapped Xiao Yan in the face in a panic.

Xiao Yan let go of him, his deep eyes were bloodshot red with burning desire, and his whole person looked sinister and fiery.

Xiao Yan turned her back and clenched her knuckles tightly.

He endured the turbulent mood, his face was a little gloomy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I know you don't want to accept me, so you lost control just now, I'll go to the next room to sit for a while."

Xiao Yan walked extremely fast, Lingzhi pursed her lips, and there was a faint pain when the tip of her tongue touched her upper jaw.

********

The next day, after Lingzhi's cold syndrome receded, he proposed to Xiao Yan that he wanted to continue his journey.

He lowered his head and spoke without looking at people, obviously Xiao Yan kissed him and made him deliberately avoid it.

Xiao Yan agreed coldly.

The guards, coachmen and horses who went out have been well recovered after staying in the official post for two days.

Lingzhi climbed into the carriage and stopped looking at Xiao Yan. He either pretended to be asleep and lay on the soft couch with his back on his back, or bowed his head and tossed/played his herb bag, and repeatedly mixed several medicines tirelessly.

Leaving Yucheng, we passed through two relatively small cities within three days.

The horse-drawn carriage entered the boundary of Mount Gasan, and the distance around Mount Gasan was not long, and it took an hour to drive the carriage to get out. After passing this boundary, it was within the jurisdiction of the city where Wuqing Mountain was located.

The sky was gloomy, with a gust of wind, and the mountain road changed from smooth to bumpy.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and the horses were restless.

The coachman suddenly let out a "wow", and the guards showed their weapons and surrounded the carriage.

"Master, there are assassins—"

There are two roads on the top of the mountain, and there are bandits ambushing.

Only to hear the roar of anger in the mountains, the gangsters shook the drum, and the sound of the drum was like thunder.

With the morale rising, huge boulders rolled down from the hills on both sides towards the direction where the carriage stopped, and fire was lit on the bows and arrows, and they were shot out densely along the carriage.

In a short period of time, the sound of swords and guns colliding filled the valley, and there was a smell of blood flowing in the wind, and the change was only in an instant.

Lingzhi's face turned pale, Xiao Yan grabbed him tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he aimed the receiver at the bandits approaching the carriage and shot.

Xiao Yan frowned, looking at the bandits pouring down from the mountain. He only brought a hundred guards with him when he went out in a low-key way, but there were thousands of bandits.

Lingzhi trembled: "A lot of people..."

Xiao Yan said coldly: "The signal for help has been sent, you stay in the car and don't make any noise."

Seeing that Xiao Yan was about to jump off the carriage, Lingzhi immediately tightened his wrist and shook her head.

Xiao Yan turned back and smiled: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Lingzhi was lying on the car, and saw Xiao Yan fighting with several gangsters through the gap in the car curtain.

A bandit leader who was covered in blood and fell under the carriage suddenly stood up, pulled out a knife from his leg and rushed into the carriage.

The burly bandit leader was shocked, and Xiao Yan got into the car in time to intercept him and gave him a knife.

Unexpectedly, the bandit leader is really terrifying, with a knife stuck in his back, he can still fight desperately towards Xiao Yan.

Seeing this, the rest of the bandits rushed onto the carriage desperately and attacked Xiao Liang. Someone with sharp eyes saw that Xiao Liang was protecting the young man, so he turned his blade immediately.

Lingzhi was frightened by the people crowded in the car and froze all over. He had not recovered from his illness, and when his body was weakest, even his legs were so cold that he was weak.

The icy blade fell on him, and he raised his hand to block it, when suddenly a piece of cold incense fell from his head, and a muffled groan sounded in his ears, followed by the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh.

Xiao Yan was scratched on his arm first, and then the knife pierced into his ribs.

The officers and soldiers who came to the rescue hurriedly robbed the bandits in the car and killed them on the spot. Ling Zhi lay limp on the couch, he was intact, while Xiao Yan, who was protecting him, was bleeding.

The position where the knife pierced Xiao Yan's body was only a little short of the lung.

Lingzhi stretched out her cold and soft fingertips to wipe off the blood on Xiao Yan's face, Xiao Yan's bloody palm was held on his wrist, and her pale lips moved slightly.

Lingzhi couldn't hear clearly, her eyes were blurred, and her heart seemed to be jumping out of her throat.

His palms were blood-stained and slippery, and the strong smell of blood scrambled into his nose.

Lingzhi's face was dull, and the man on his body didn't move.

It's all Xiao Yan's blood

Xiao Yan sighed hoarsely: "Don't be afraid," he said intermittently, "Don't be angry..."

Lingzhi shook her body, trying to say that he was not angry anymore.

His lips and body trembled weakly, unable to make a sound.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan sent the grasped wrist to the handle of the knife behind him. Xiao Yan looked at him and coughed up blood.

"Pull, pull it out for me//Get out..."

Lingzhi trembled, her whole body was clammy and cold, and said astringently: "No."

Xiao Yan squeezed his hand, and red blood immediately flowed down Lingzhi's white wrist.

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, and suddenly clenched Lingzhi's arm viciously and pressed it down.

The handle of the knife that Lingzhi held softly pierced down a few more points, and he looked at Xiao Liang in horror, but Xiao Liang coughed up blood again.

He seemed extremely tired, lying on Lingzhi's body, and his breath was weak.

"That day... that day was my fault."

He is not as invincible as outsiders think, at this moment, the weak gate of life is in Lingzhi's hands, and he sent it up by himself.

Lingzhi, do you feel it?

Xiao Yan's breathing was slow and low.

"After this place, go to Wuqing Mountain. Someone will take you out later."

"Lingzhi, you go back..."

Xiao Yan closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly under Lingzhi's frightened cry.

The two were soaked in blood, and after an unknown amount of time, the sound of fighting stopped outside the carriage.

Everything turns dreamy scarlet.

Excessive blood loss made Xiao Yan's body temperature lower and lower, and his eyelashes were wet and mushy with blood, making it hard to see the Lingzhi in his arms.

He swallowed the blood foam in his throat, and felt the boy's soft and smooth fingertips suddenly clenched him forcefully in his bloody palm.

Xiao Yan thought: In this way, even if he leaves, he still has a way to fill Lingzhi's heart, right?

No matter the process is good or bad, the result is that Lingzhi will always remember him.

The author says:

thank you all!

Who is it, so bloody and so dirty! !

It's me, it's all right. .

感谢在2022-05-1323:24:22~2022-05-1423:47:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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