Small Lingzhi

Chapter 54

The Marquis of Anping's Mansion was built in the west of the city, Mei Ruobai walked along the road from the post station, and the carriage stopped outside the gate of the mansion in about two quarters of an hour.

There are two stone lions standing outside the gate of the mansion, and the red lacquer plaque, "Anping Houfu" is well-proportioned. It looks quite satisfactory, just like this Anpinghou who maintains neutrality in the court hall, well-regulated, low-key and restrained.

With the help of her attendants, Mei Ruobai leaned over to transform into the wheelchair, and the attendants carried the wheelchair off the carriage, and then picked up Lingzhi.

It was the first time for Lingzhi to ride a carriage with Mei Ruobai, she was taken aback for a moment, then reacted in a daze, got out of the carriage with one hand of the entourage and hugged his small bundle tightly, not forgetting to take the oiled paper with a big red peony on it umbrella.

Red and green, delicate flowers and young people, don't have a delicate and extravagant beauty.

Lingzhi obediently followed behind Mei Ruobai.

The young man looked at the back of the man in white, hesitating, without saying anything.

Mei Ruobai gave him a gentle smile, and said: "After entering, sit and rest in the hall, and I'll send you back after seeing Mrs. Hou's consultation."

He added: "The Marquis of Anping has always been friendly to others, so don't be nervous."

Mei Ruobai came to see Mrs. Hou, and it was Anping Hou who personally met him.

As Mei Ruobai said, this Marquis who is over fifty years old is friendly, and he does not treat Mei Ruobai differently because of his lack of official status.

Mei Ruobai was going to Mrs. Hou's courtyard for medical treatment, except for the servants who were close to her, no outsiders were allowed to enter the inner courtyard.

Therefore, Lingzhi was arranged to wait in the front hall.

The Marquis of Anping's mansion is a bit plain, unlike ordinary officials with high status who have repaired the mansion to perfection.

When Lingzhi came in, he was still holding his red peony umbrella to cover the sun. He closed the umbrella at the front hall door, looked at everyone curiously, pursed his lips, held the bag and umbrella cautiously, and picked the one closest to the door. Sit down in a good position.

The servant brought tea and snacks to Ling Zhi, but his eyes still turned to his face uncontrollably.

Lingzhi touched her cheek, her servant's face flushed slightly, and she said something, please use it slowly, young master, and then ran away quickly.

There are two main halls in the Hou's mansion, one is the small hall where Lingzhi is sitting at this time, the furnishings are simple and clean, there is nothing left except tables and chairs, and there is a reception hall, the architectural furnishings are already insignificant compared to the mansion. Very dignified and dignified, a great god is sitting on the main seat in the hall at the moment.

"Great God" took a sip of the West Sea Dragon Tongue calmly and comfortably, Marquis of Anping had always been reluctant to drink this kind of tribute tea, now when he heard Grand Master Xiao came to his residence, he hurriedly sent the manager to entertain him immediately.

Xiao Yan drank half a cup of tea, just as the cups were put away, the Marquis of Anping, who had put on his fine clothes again, had already greeted the outside of the hall.

"I don't know if the Grand Master is coming, some will welcome you from afar, some will welcome you from afar—"

Xiao Yan had a gentle smile, and said a few polite words to Anping Hou in a leisurely manner.

Talking about the reason for the sudden visit, Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the treetops in the yard that were shining brightly in the sun, and he said in a joking tone: "The weather is good today. I passed by your mansion and suddenly remembered that I heard that Mrs. Hou was not feeling well. , so I came to pay a visit.”

Marquis Anping was suddenly speechless.

Grand Master Xiao is not a good man or a believer, and he has dealt with countless people in secret. Such a bloody Yan Luo, who usually ignores Marquis Anping and visits his sick wife temporarily?

Could it be that he wants to explore his position and think about whether to deal with him?

Marquis Anping frowned, and dealt with Xiao Yan in official dialect, never departing from his neutral position of Marquis Anping, and never favoring any faction in the court.

The news that there was a big man in the court sitting in the reception hall was quietly spread in Anping Hou's mansion.

In the small reception hall, Lingzhi had already eaten three slices of cloud cakes. She just had enough tea while listening to the opera troupe, and her stomach was full, so she didn't drink much.

He hugged the small bundle tightly, without looking sideways, and sat obediently and quietly on the chair and waited.

The servants sitting outside the yard doing chores whispered to each other, and Lingzhi faintly heard what they said about that person sitting in the hall.

He scratched the hair that was hanging softly in front of him, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was a little sleepy.

Lingzhi left Taishi Mansion at noon, walked two streets and one alley, and listened to two plays with exhausted energy.

It was past noon and dusk, and his body was not as good as before. Now that he drank tea and had snacks and sat in a cool environment, his body gradually softened and relaxed.

Lingzhi leaned back, raised her delicate and beautiful face, slightly parted her lips, and fell asleep unprepared.

Mei Ruobai finished the consultation for Mrs. Hou, and when she returned to the small front hall, she saw the young man in blue clothes sleeping on the chair with his face upside down, his face flushed.

He looked at it calmly for a while, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, without making a sound or disturbing him. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Lingzhi's shoulders trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes sleepily.

He stared blankly at Mei Ruobai, and his eyes fell with Mei Ruobai's bending down, looking at the white and slender hands, picking up the umbrella that fell on the ground.

It was dusk, and the warm, yellow light set off the tenderness of the soul, which seemed to be melting into balls, and Mei Ruobai's voice became a little softer.

"But tired?"

Ling Zhi shyly nodded and shook his head, looking at the darkening sky outside, he muttered to himself: "It's so late."

Mei Ruobai looked at him: "I'll take you back to the Grand Master's Mansion."

Lingzhi hung her head in silence, holding the small bundle and the oil-paper umbrella tightly with both hands.

The two of them didn't stay in the mansion of Marquis of Anping, Mei Ruobai looked calm when they got into the carriage, but Lingzhi avoided seeing her when she saw this.

Mei Ruobai thought about it, and said: "The carriage I used to travel in was sent for maintenance today." The doctor in white's clear and upright voice was rarely joking, "It's not always necessary to carry me out of the carriage. I went there, and I push the wheelchair up and down by myself on weekdays, so today is a rare blessing."

Lingzhi shook her head quickly, feeling a little sour for some reason.

Dr. Mei is good at everything, but one pair of legs is disabled.

Seeing the handsome and elegant person in front of me unable to get on and off the carriage freely because of sitting in a wheelchair, I always feel a little bit sad.

The carriage drove into the busy streets, Mei Ruobai didn't talk much about her legs, so as not to see Lingzhi's worried eyes.

He smiled and pointed to Lingzhi's little burden: "Is this going to leave the house today?"

Lingzhi: "..."

He shook his head quickly, blushing a little: "I want to go back to Wuqing Mountain."

Mei Ruobai remained silent, and said again: "So you left the mansion by yourself and didn't tell anyone."

When the words fell, Mei Ruobai had already frowned, obviously disapproving of Lingzhi's actions.

"Nonsense, what should I do if I encounter danger?"

Lingzhi rubbed her fingers and touched the umbrella in her arms.

Mei Ruobai sighed: "Forget it, I don't want to scold you, but doing so will worry many people."

After thinking about it, the person in the grand master's mansion categorically disagreed with Lingzhi's leaving. Mei Ruobai asked patiently, and learned from Lingzhi that he had left the mansion twice, but failed each time. Talk to Mei Ruobai about it.

Mei Ruobai stared into Lingzhi's pure and clear eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

Lingzhi didn't even know that Xiao Yan had plotted against her, but because she couldn't bear to use strong means to stop her, the grand master's calculation methods were actually so gentle and tactful.

Mei Ruobai knew in her heart that there should be someone following the car at this time, maybe that person followed in person.

He didn't lift the curtain to look back, but asked, "Do you want me to take you home?"

The carriage circled the capital for half a circle, and before Lingzhi could speak, their carriage was stopped.

Lingzhi seemed to have some insight, she lifted the curtain of the car with her fingers, and looked forward.

Surrounded by guards, the night-shrouded streets looked deserted and quiet.

The sedan chair ahead was parked quietly, as if waiting for him to pass by.

Lingzhi lowered the curtains of the car, her eyes were half-closed, and she couldn't see the expression.He suddenly pursed his lips and smiled at Mei Ruobai.

"Sorry, I think I should have gone."

Otherwise, it will bring a little trouble to Meiyuan.

Xiao Yan hadn't appeared in front of Lingzhi for more than ten days, and he was a little absent-minded at the moment.

Mei Ruobai said: "If you don't want to go there, then don't get out of the carriage."

Lingzhi hesitated: "But..."

He turned his face away and said softly, "It will bring trouble to Dr. Mei."

The slender body picked up his only two pieces of luggage and slowly swallowed the carriage. The wind blew up his somewhat messy hair. Lingzhi shook hands at Mei Ruobai, said goodbye, and then went to the sedan chair waiting for him. Chariot in the past.

***

The dark guard smiled at Lingzhi and said, "Young master is here, master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lingzhi nodded lightly, and he got into the sedan chair without saying a word. He just entered half of his body, his wrists tightened, and he was immediately wrapped around his waist by the people inside.

Lingzhi's small bundle and umbrella fell into the soft blanket, his shoulders sank, and the faint cold fragrance flooded into his lungs instantly, he held his breath, but his body began to tremble subconsciously.

Xiao Yan's fingers stiffened when he pressed the back of Lingzhi's neck, and then rubbed gently and restrainedly.

Just like stroking the soft and fluffy nape of a cat, it requires patience and gentle strength.

The more Xiao Yan wanted to restrain himself, the effect he got was the opposite of what he expected.

He gradually stopped his movements, his expression suppressing anxiety and loneliness.

Xiao Yan overestimated his tolerance, even though he had already made a compromise in his heart, it would only take about 20 days to let Lingzhi out, but today Lingzhi just met Mei Ruobai on the way, and they went to the Marquis of Anping together by car. In addition, just now Mei Ruobai's carriage deliberately went around the city, and he was upset.

Before Xiao Yan was about to do something to make others unhappy, he had no choice but to stop the carriage that followed him all the way and bring Lingzhi back to his side.

Xiao Yan tightened her throat, she wanted to say a lot, and finally turned it into one sentence: "Did you have a good time today?"

He didn't ask why Lingzhi left the mansion, he didn't ask what he and Mei Ruobai had said in the carriage after traveling around Yandu City for so long, and he didn't even think about whether Mei Ruobai had met Lingzhi.

He didn't dare to think about it, as long as he thought of someone touching Lingzhi, he couldn't help but develop the idea of ​​torturing/tormenting others.

The restraint of 20 days of depression has accumulated into restlessness/movement at this time.

Lingzhi listened to Xiao Yan's words, his mind turned slowly, but it was not that he didn't have a brain.

No matter where he is on weekdays, the little servants follow him like a shadow, and once he leaves the mansion, the guards will surround the whole street.

In just a few days, he was like a fish put into a pond from a fishbowl. The pond was huge, but the fish was too weak to swim even if it swung its tail.

Lingzhi was also foolishly happy because she had walked a street or two, and ordinary people would not have to spend much time walking such a distance.

Xiao Yan is like a net that wraps him airtight. The freedom he got after several trials is just that Xiao Yan stretched the kite string longer, and the distance he flies is not as far as a section of the kite string. With a slight tug, he fell back.

Lingzhi wanted to pull away the hand behind her.

"let me go……"

Xiao Yan hugged Lingzhi very lightly this time, no longer holding him tightly like when he was carrying him into the car just now.

Xiao Yan whispered: "Well, I will hug you gently, you...don't refuse, okay?"

Back at the Grand Master's Mansion, Xiao Yan didn't take Lingzhi out of the sedan chair immediately, but embraced each other in an embracing posture and hugged each other in a tight hug to comfort the longing that had been endured for dozens of days.

Obviously, he would spy on this person secretly every day, but it was not as good as a touch that made him sigh.

Lingzhi's little bundle fell on the blanket at his feet, he was a little absent-minded at this moment, turned his face to look at the handsome and forbearing face of the man,

He swallowed his throat and said softly: "Xiao Yan, you'd better let me go."

Lingzhi's mind is still clear, his hands and feet are not trembling so much, and he even feels... In fact, the smell of this man is quite good, the cold and clear fragrance is somewhat similar to the smell of silver dan grass, but it is not so strong, it is very shallow Light, into the heart and lungs.

Lingzhi is stupid and doesn't know much about the truth, but this time he came up with a little truth to tell Xiao Yan.

He cleared his throat, his voice was still not as deep and magnetic as a man's, it was a little clear, soft, and very obedient.

"I thought about what you said that day later, Xiao Yan, I, I can accept that you are Xiao Yan."

Speaking of these, Lingzhi's voice paused again, trying not to let herself be in a trance.

"And I have gradually forgotten Junqian, but forgetting Junqian does not mean that I have other thoughts for you."

Lingzhi sorted out the words organized in his mind sentence by sentence. He thought he made the meaning very clear and reasonable.

"I can remember that you are Xiao Yan, then... can you let me go back to Wuqing Mountain?"

Xiao Yan closed her eyes, quietly sniffing the fragrance of medicine on Lingzhi's body.

Surrounded by silence, Lingzhi could hear her heart beating faster and faster.

Xiao Yan seemed to have hugged him for a long time. He wanted to push him away, but the other party suddenly increased his strength.

Xiao Yan asked in a hoarse voice; "You and Mei Ruobai have been in the carriage for so long, will you keep telling him that you are going back to Wuqing Mountain?"

Xiao Yan asked and answered again: "Isn't it?"

"If he came close to you and touched you, would you tremble with fear?"

"No way, is it?"

Xiao Yan wanted to tell Lingzhi that he followed him all day today.

I want to ask Lingzhi if she likes the colorful Umbrella Street, and if she likes the opera sung by the Chengxi troupe.

But he didn't choose to say it, because once he said it, the joy Lingzhi showed today would turn into fear of him.

His flattery seemed to make Lingzhi so afraid all the time.

Xiao Yan loosened the restraint on Lingzhi, moved quickly, raised Lingzhi's slightly parted lips, pressed her tongue in, and slightly sucked the soft tip of her tongue.

Before Lingzhi opened his eyes and pushed away, he let go.

Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the beauty groove on the young man's chin that he pinched red.

"Mei Ruobai...Mei Ruobai didn't kiss you like this. If he..."

Lingzhi subconsciously grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and threw it at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't hide.

He looked at the boy's flushed and angry face: "Sorry, I..."

Xiao Yan wanted to hold Lingzhi's hand, but Lingzhi turned around and ran in the direction of the Jingsiyuan, forgetting even his little baggage.

Xiao Yan picked up the Ganoderma lucidum in the box.

He clearly wanted to send all the good things to Lingzhi, but for some reason, he messed it up again.

The author says:

感谢在2022-05-0522:58:48~2022-05-0623:42:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yu Chengmian 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the flower shop did not open 10 bottles; it was a bird or a bird 5 bottles;

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