Small Lingzhi

In winter, the stove was burning vigorously, Xiao Yan leaned on the couch, enjoying the warm atmosphere of incense in the warm pavilion, holding a roll of documents in his hand, and occasionally looked at the pond facing the window outside the pavilion.

Taishi Xiao was recuperating in bed, and there was an endless stream of visitors who came to visit in person every day, but they were rejected one by one by the steward who served the grandmaster personally.

He was concentrating on recuperating from his illness, and he didn't even see his confidant generals. Some news was only sent to the other party by the secret guards, and this court, without the grand master's participation in politics for dozens of days, the little emperor handled it in a decent manner .

For a wolf like Xiao Yan, even if the little emperor was suppressed by him, but he taught him all the time, how could he be harmless?

After Xiao Yan finished reading the document, he put it on the fire and burned it.

Manager Liu wiped away the soot, and Xiao Yan said in a low voice, "The little emperor has done a good job. A bloody little wolf knows how to show its claws."

Mr. Liu trembled and remained silent.

The power of the sky is unpredictable, even though the robbery and murder of the bandits in Gasan had something to do with the Holy Majesty, the master did not show any anger. Instead, he did not participate in the government for dozens of days in the name of being sick and recuperating in the government, and leisurely supported several forces, while secretly Watching the actions of the little emperor.

After the little emperor got the crown, he wanted to regain some power.

Even if Xiao Yan used iron and blood methods to support the little emperor's ascension to the throne, what about consolidating the country for him?The road that Master has traveled has told him that the heart of the Son of Heaven should never be completely trusted.

There are many, many people he has to guard against.

I can't believe that the emperor is a docile and obedient puppet who is content with pleasure, let alone how big a wave this little emperor can make.

However, the little emperor secretly wanted to take back some power, so he had to ask Xiao Yan whether he agreed at the moment.

Most of the court is under his power. Although these people who belong to the Xiao faction will not always be sincere, but as long as Xiao Yan shows his flesh and beats him at the right time, it will be difficult for the little emperor to mess up the situation he arranged within 20 years. ascend to heaven.

The forces he fostered that do not belong to the Xiao faction are also secretly watching. The little emperor has to guard against even those who work for him sincerely. Although the situation in the court is chaotic but stable, Xiao Yan is naturally pleasing to the eye watching their open and dark rivalries. .

Xiao Yan said: "In a few days, arrange for Wen Huaiyuan to come over, and I will see him."

Wen Huaiyuan is one of He Xiang's highly valued aides, he is not like He Xiang's most valued aides, he is infinitely beautiful, most of them are silent and forbearing, but Xiao Yan has paid attention to him for many years.

The little emperor has already made a movement, although it is small, but it leads to the hidden movements of various forces.

This Wen Huaiyuan has been hiding his ambition for several years, Xiao Yan plans to help He Xiang push the people around him.

After all, the "opponent" can't fall into the forces he supports. Xiao Yan doesn't think that there are many people in the chess game, and there are many people to be lively. Which side is too far behind, he doesn't mind kindly helping out in private.

Director Liu obeyed his master's instructions and left the Jingsiyuan to find someone to arrange. After finishing the court affairs, Xiao Yan took a few sips of the cooled tea at hand. Like Ling Zhi's breath.

The black eyes dotted with ink were a little absent-minded, Xiao Yan leaned on the couch, even Lingzhi's favorite cushion in the past was not removed, but the smoky spices in the room bothered him.

Xiao Yan thought that these smells covered the little breath that belonged to another person, so he ordered his servants to put out all the incense.

Manager Liu brought in the ginseng soup himself, and Xiao Yan drank it calmly.

After Xiao Yan woke up, nourishing and recuperating decoctions were poured into the body like money, so as to restore the body as soon as possible.

Although following the emperor's subplan, he plotted three ways for himself, but the injury he suffered was real, his knife wound was not real, how dare the little emperor take advantage of his critical illness to let go of gambling.

It's just that Xiao Yan didn't want his body to be seriously injured by others, he smiled slightly, but there can only be one person who hurt himself so badly.

He was willing to let Lingzhi kill him, but at the same time, he couldn't control the breeding of untimely thoughts.

Lingzhi will never forget him.

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Since the beginning of winter, Lingzhi went down the mountain twice again.

He sent the medicine package prepared by himself in the cave to the pharmacy when he was free, and Lan Wenxuan paid him some money.

Lan Wenxuan said with a smile: "It's cold, come in and warm up by the fire and eat some hot food to wrap your belly."

Most of the food Lingzhi stored in the mountains was vegetables, fruits and grass leaves. He was not good at cooking, and he hated the cold hands in winter. The stove had been burned black since the last time, and he never approached it again.

It is said that a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen, and his Ganoderma lucidum is also far away from the kitchen. Rounding up... Lingzhi is considered half a gentleman.

Lingzhi clutched the sweet potato that Lan Wenxuan had baked for him, and then peeled off the skin when it was cold, and gnawed on the fragrant golden sweet potato.

Every time Lingzhi came to the medicine house, he could eat the food prepared by Lan Wenxuan. Although he didn't dislike eating fruits on the mountain, he had lived a life of rich clothes and fine food, and his appetite naturally opened up.

Compared with fruits, fragrant and warm food is more attractive to him in winter.

Lan Wenxuan handed Lingzhi the tea that was simmering on the fire, and he cupped it with both hands, and breathed on the tea to cool it with his lips open.

He went down the mountain early, and the old doctor just got up after eating a sweet potato.

Although the old man suffered from overwork and illness, he is still in good health.

Lan Wenxuan was going to wait on him, but the old doctor drove him away impatiently, and he took the wooden basin to the well mouth in the yard to fetch water to wash. During the process, he didn't forget to turn around and talk to Lingzhi who was sitting in the house warming the fire across the small courtyard.

The old man went to the back of the mountain after breakfast, and Lan Wenxuan was busy with other things, so Lingzhi couldn't bother him for too long.

The grass and trees are bleak, and there is no movement in Yakumo Village, and the villagers stay at their homes to warm up for the winter.

Lingzhi kicked the withered weeds around her feet, looked up at Lan Wenxuan's face, and said, "Don't send it off, I'll just walk back by myself."

Lan Wen said: "I will take you across the river ahead."

Lingzhi lowered her head again: "Please."

Lan Wenxuan also carried some sugar cakes wrapped in paper and boiled eggs.After crossing the river, he handed Lingzhi a basket of food, but Lingzhi couldn't resist, and took it coyly.

Lan Wenxuan said: "You don't know how to cook. Everyone is accumulating meat during the winter. You are the only one who is thinner. Don't worry about what you should eat. We can make eggs and sweet potato cakes at home. They are not worth a lot of money. Don't take it to heart."

Lingzhi clenched the basket tightly: "Then thank you."

Lan Wenxuan looked at Lingzhi's face carefully, and suddenly asked him, "Are you feeling alright?"

Lan Wenxuan was referring to the incident last time. He knew that Lingzhi felt guilty for that person, and hoped that Lingzhi could forget about it soon and concentrate on living his own life.

Lingzhi muttered: "It's... not bad..."

He couldn't escape Lan Wenxuan's quiet and gentle gaze, frowned and said softly, "I just dreamed of him a few days ago, and my arms were still trembling when I woke up."

Lingzhi and Lan Wenxuan recalled some details of that day, and Lan Wenxuan frowned at Lingzhi, and said, "You don't need to think too much. The reason why your arms are shaking is because you feel guilty."

He said again: "Why feel guilty? It's just as if you cut a piece of pork with a knife."

Lingzhi: "..."

Can you still think like this?

Lingzhi returned to the cave with a basket of food. Lan Wenxuan was afraid that he would be hungry, so he would give him a lot of food every time he went down the mountain.

The colder the winter, the first snow floats in the second ten days of the month.

The mountain is covered with snow, and the branches have formed a string of crystal clear ice branches.

Lingzhi was sleeping like a bug wrapped in a heavy quilt. When she was suffocated, she got into half of her face, revealing a pair of eyes and nose. The wings of her nose fluttered, breathing air non-stop.

The coals were still burning at night, and he lay idly on the bed for half a day. He slowly got up and changed his clothes when he was hungry. The water froze and he put it in a clay pot and burned it with fire before he could wash.

Lingzhi's mind wandered, and her knuckles turned red from the hot water.

He covered his cheeks with his hands and patted them, whispering "It's pork, it's pork". After subtly hinting like this, he gradually had fewer dreams about that person, and rarely thought of that person again.

Lingzhi solemnly left the last sentence "It's pork", then ran back to the bed, wrapped her legs in a quilt and began to eat.

It got colder after the first month, and there were frequent rains and snows. Lingzhi covered the entrance of the cave with a few cloth curtains, and the wind still blew in through the tiny gaps.

He ate up the basket of grain that Lan Wenxuan gave him, and more than half of the hoarded fruits remained.

The fruit was cold, and it was freezing everywhere, Lingzhi bit the fruit in his mouth but didn't taste anything.

After the winter, the big tiger and the long-tailed blue bird didn't come to visit him anymore, everything spent the winter in his own cave, and the surroundings were so quiet that Lingzhi began to count his own heartbeats to get by.

He suddenly remembered a sentence.

The man told others that he was always different from the beasts, and that he should not stay in the mountains with the beasts.

Lingzhi pursed her lips and muttered angrily, "It's pork."

Calmly, he went to read the books he hadn't finished reading.

Lingzhi's peaceful days were soon broken by a sudden heavy rain.

It was a heavy rain in the middle of January, and water accumulated on the mountain.

The stagnant water poured out, knocking down many trees and even Lingzhi's cave.

A steady stream of muddy water seeped into his hole, and the wooden furniture and bed were soaked and soaked in muddy water.

It was still raining, and Lingzhi kept using a wooden basin to shovel mud and water to the outside of the cave.

He was wet all over, his farm clothes became heavier and heavier in the muddy water, and his limbs were bitingly cold.

Lingzhi gradually gave up on resuscitation, he struggled to pull out footprints one by one in the muddy water up to his knees, picked up the money bag, carried the ganoderma lucidum and ran out of the cave.

It was midnight, and Lingzhi squatted on the high platform outside the cave, watching the mud seeping out of the cave, knowing that the cave had been flooded.

He spread out his palms, and the rain washed them clean.

The things in the hole disappeared in an instant, and Lingzhi's tensed face gradually eased from being dazed and numb.

In fact, it’s better not to have one.

Most of the furniture in the Dongfu was bought by Xiao Yan for him. Since he forgot about this person, it should be taken for granted that he didn't want his things, and he would be willing to give up if they were broken.

He hugged the Ganoderma lucidum in his arms and walked down the mountain in the rain and fog.

In the middle of the night, a dripping Lingzhi knocked on the door of the farmhouse. Lan Wenxuan was surprised to see him. Although Lingzhi was wet from head to toe, Lan Wenxuan still put an umbrella on top of Lingzhi's head to protect him into the house.

Lan Wenxuan packed a large piece of clean cotton cloth and asked Lingzhi to take off his clothes to wipe it off. There was ginger soup simmering on the stove to prevent the cold, and he quickly filled a bowl and handed it to Lingzhi.

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, Lingzhi shivered wrapped in cotton cloth, her teeth chattering.

Seeing this, Lan Wenxuan hurriedly placed the burning pot with coal at his feet. Lingzhi's arms were frozen, so Lan Wenxuan fed him ginger soup with his own hands.

The young man drank the ginger soup with Lan Wenxuan's hand, feeling warm in his belly, and his face returned to a little rosy.

Lan Wenxuan looked at Lingzhi's moist long hair sticking softly and obediently to the sides of his cheeks, like a poor white flower watered by a heavy rain, which aroused pity, and his heart was confused for a while.

Lingzhi said honestly: "It's raining, and the muddy water has completely blocked the cave."

Lan Wenxuan sighed lowly: "It's good that nothing happens to people, and things outside the body are nothing compared to life."

Lingzhi nodded, agreeing with the other party's words.

"It's all outside the body."

Let me add one more silently: it's all pork.

Outside the house, it was raining heavily and the wind was raging.

Lingzhi had just gone through a thrilling accident, and Lan Wenxuan was unwilling to scare him, so he tidied up a spare guest room and let him go to bed first.

Lingzhi, who was frightened that night, unexpectedly slept soundly. Perhaps he was too tired. He slept until noon, but Lan Wenxuan didn't ask him to get up.

Lingzhi sat up from the bed, he raised his arms and looked at the sleeves past his wrists, remembering that his clothes were wet and dirty from the muddy water at night, and this clothes belonged to Lan Wenxuan.

He lifted his trouser legs and cuffs and pushed open the window.

The courtyard was quiet, except for the slight sound of rain, no voice of Lan Wenxuan or the old doctor was heard.

At this moment, someone pushed the gate of the yard and entered. Lingzhi saw Lan Wenxuan and hurried out to greet him.

He was a little embarrassed and wanted to thank Lan Wenxuan.

Lan Wenxuan caught a glimpse of Lingzhi running out of the house in single clothes, and took him back to the house without saying a word, and said as he walked, "I bought two sets of clothes from someone who can weave, and you can try to see if they fit."

Lingzhi is slender than ordinary men, and Lan Wenxuan is thin and refined, but his clothes still look dangling on Lingzhi.

Lingzhi didn't fasten the buttons, and the placket was wide, and when he moved it for a while, the placket slid a little towards the shoulder bones, revealing a piece of white/skin delicate skin.

Lan Wenxuan looked away and went outside to wait for Lingzhi to change.

Lingzhi puts on new clothes. Although the material is not as good as the one he used to wear, and even a little rough on the skin, such material is already of good quality in a farmer's household.

He used to wear clothes prepared by Xiao Yan, after all, he couldn't wear them for too long, and they weren't suitable.

Lingzhi said softly: "I've changed it."

So Lan Wenxuan re-entered the room and looked him up and down.

He said, "The trouser legs are a little longer."

As soon as the words were finished, the blue-clothed youth squatted down, lifted up Lingzhi's trouser legs with his slender fingertips, and rolled a part towards his ankle for him.

Lingzhi took half a step back, and Lan Wenxuan raised his face in a half-squat position.

The gentle young man suddenly raised a soft smile and asked, "Lingzhi, you and I are alone, can I take care of you from now on?"

The author says:

The whole chapter is to be repaired, thank you everyone!

感谢在2022-05-1723:07:46~2022-05-1823:11:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of chicken thigh meat; 5 bottles of paste Sichuan;

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