Raising Wolves

Lu Qing pressed it very carefully.

Those thin white fingers like jade carvings looked weak, but the force they fell down was not light, neither fast nor slow, from the calf to the knee, and the technique was skillful.

Ning Juan felt comfortable, tortured, and flustered, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

Lu Qingze followed his grandfather when he was a child. The old man often suffered from backache and leg pain, so he learned to press and practiced the technique. He raised his head and asked, "Is it more comfortable?"

Looking up from this angle is a bit dangerous, Ning Juan shrank back on the couch in embarrassment, and nodded silently.

Seeing the pitiful future tyrant in the original book who beats the protagonist and kills without batting an eyelid, like a little daughter-in-law, Lu Qing couldn't help teasing him maliciously: "What are you hiding, show me, I'm still waiting for you!" I can't laugh at you."

What are you laughing at or not?

Ning Juan's ears felt hot, and he was annoyed: "Teacher!"

Lu Qing stood up calmly, took the clean clothes that had been delivered outside the screen, and handed them to Ning Juan: "Put them on by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he casually left.

Ning Juan sat on the spot and took a deep breath.

Until the sound of footsteps disappeared completely, his tense muscles slowly relaxed, and the embarrassment on his face became flat. After Lu Qingze left, all the emotions seemed to have no reason to exist.

Ning Juan changed her clothes by herself and stepped out of the room.

The guard outside lowered his head: "Your Majesty, Mr. Lu is waiting for you in the study."

Ning Juan hummed lightly, and quickly walked towards the study.

While waiting for Ning Juan, Lu Qing made a pot of tea.

This year's tribute Mingqian tea is emerald green in color, fragrant and mellow. Ning Juan sent people to deliver things from time to time, and he didn't finish last year's tea.

It didn't take long for Ning Juan to come. He looked up and smiled, but paused slightly when he was on the verge of speaking.

The young man who stepped into the room had a straight figure, and changed into a bright royal blue round-neck robe, which made his eyebrows clear and handsome, with a noble air, which concealed some of the remaining youthfulness, and gave a glimpse of his future charm.

One second, his face was still indifferent to strangers, and the next second he smiled, and leaned over stickily: "Is the teacher going to check my homework?"

Lu Qing came back to his senses and nodded: "Sit."

Ning Juan sat down obediently.

During the homework inspection, Ning Juan answered the questions fluently as always, and smiled when he saw Lu Qing, and took the opportunity to tell the real purpose of the trip: "Teacher, after two days of Dragon Boat Festival, you can stay with me in the palace for a few more days, okay?"

A few years ago, during the Dragon Boat Festival, Lu Qing either had a relapse of his old illness, or suffered from a cold, so unfortunately he was absent, and he was not able to enter the palace to accompany Ning Juan.

The little emperor must be very lonely in his heart to spend such a lively festival in the palace alone.

Lu Qing thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Ning Juan looked at the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and suddenly looked forward to this year's Dragon Boat Festival.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, early in the morning, Lu Qing struggled to get out of bed, and changed into the court clothes he hadn't worn a few times.

If he didn't take out the clothes, he almost forgot that he was more or less a first-rank official.

Although it is a false title.

It was troublesome to put on the court clothes, and Chen Xiaodao had to help make them tidy.

After wearing it, Chen Xiaodao took two steps back, looked up and down, and boasted: "Master, this suit suits you very well! You look so good in red, let the tailor cut some more red ones later?"

"Don't!" Lu Qing refused very much, "It's eye-catching."

Chen Xiaodao laughed and said nothing.

Anyway, His Majesty has seen it, and he must also think that the young master looks good in red, so he will send someone to send it.

The interior of the Forbidden City was set up early, calamus and mugwort were placed outside the gates of the palaces, horse-drawn carriages were parked outside the palace city, officials chatted with each other, and there was a lot of noise.

When he arrived at the place, Chen Xiaodao was looking left and right to find a parking space, when he heard a slight cough, the commander of the imperial army who was familiar with him was on duty today, and pointed to an empty space without squinting.

Chen Xiaodao was very happy: "Thank you very much, let's go drink together later."

A perfect courtesan.

Lu Qing sat in the carriage, played with the mask, smiled, and put the mask on.

Lu Qing's position in the court is a bit special - in terms of real power, he doesn't have it yet, but in terms of reputation, he is very big.

Whether it was enrolling in the imperial examination, or admonishing the eunuch party when everyone was silent, or insisting on lecturing for the young emperor, and secretly promoting his majesty to go to court, many officials admired him.

Although more people think that he has no brains and is stupid in reading, he dared to provoke Wei Herong.

But no matter whether he admires or ridicules, everyone knows that the emperor teacher who brought up the young emperor, I heard that the young emperor respects and trusts him very much, and the teacher-student relationship is very good, which is also a good story.

It's just that Lu Qing is in poor health, and he is rarely seen.

As soon as the Lu family's carriage arrived, everyone looked over one after another, staring at the carriage closely, wanting to meet this legendary emperor teacher.

The hand that lifted the curtain was very white, a sickly, nearly transparent paleness.

Sure enough, my health is not good.

This is everyone's first thought.

Immediately, Chen Xiaodao helped the young man in the carriage and came out. Cranes were embroidered on the scarlet court gown, and a jade belt was worn on his waist. Although his body was thin, his gait was extremely steady. He stood up straight, really like a crane on a patch, standing still like Crane, as graceful as the moon, is only a silhouette, but it can also be seen to be sane and handsome, which makes people look forward to it.

But when he turned around, there was a cold silver mask on that face.

It is said that in order to protect His Majesty, his face was accidentally disfigured and his face was hideous and ugly, so His Majesty authorized him to wear a mask in front of the imperial court.

Everyone belatedly thought of this, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I can't tell you the specific taste, and there are only three words in my mind after tossing and turning: It's a pity.

?

Why is a group of people gathered here.

Lu Qing touched the mask subconsciously to confirm that the mask was on, and then looked around to see what everyone was looking at.

A group of officials: "..."

The silent atmosphere just now flowed again, and everyone continued laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened and walked into the palace again.

Lu Qing told Chen Xiaodao to go back and catch up on his sleep, and greeted the officials who came to say hello, but within two steps, another person stopped in front of him, looked at the mask on his face, and snorted.

Lu Qing glanced at him: "Master Cheng, what's the matter?"

This Lord Cheng Wenang Cheng, who had informed him about the King of Shu in advance, would show his presence in front of him whenever he had the opportunity in the past few years.

As long as you bump into it, you have to jump over it. Today you say "the drawings I am in charge of are very important", and tomorrow you are proud of "I have been appreciated by Master Shangshu", which makes Lu Qing very suspicious whether he has just graduated from elementary school.

When he got the little red flower in kindergarten, he didn't like to show off like this.

Cheng Wenang cleared his throat, and wanted to show off impromptuly again, but Lu Qing said quietly, "The white pheasant on your court clothes is very beautiful, bigger than my crane."

The first-rank crane, the fifth-rank white pheasant.

Cheng Wenang: "..."

One sentence kills.

The shoulders of the nearby officials who were about to watch the excitement shook, and they silently moved away.

Cheng Wenang choked for a few seconds, continued to be impotent and furious, and said indiscriminately: "What's the use of a false title, can it be compared to Wu Guogong!"

Duke Wu?

Lu Qing felt familiar and was thinking about it, when Chang Shun's voice came from the side: "Master Cheng, this year's Dragon Boat Festival, Wu Guogong will also be stationed in Mobei and will not come back. I heard that you are related to Wu Guogong 32 rooms away. The family is also honored, after all, our family name is Cheng, maybe we are only 23 rooms away from you!"

This tone of neither yin nor yang sounded too bad, and several officials nearby passed by holding back their laughter.

Cheng Wenang couldn't hold back anymore, turned around angrily and left.

Lu Qing let out a muffled laugh: "Chang Shun, you are good at speaking."

Changshun walked to Lu Qingze's side with a smile: "Your Majesty has been thinking about you since last night, and sent a servant to pick you up."

Lu Qing was not surprised, nodded and followed Changshun.

Chang Shun can be regarded as an old man by Ning Juan's side, and now his rank is not low. Many ministers would respectfully address him as Father Chang Shun when they saw him, but he was still very humble in front of Lu Qingze: "Master Lu, do you want to tell Your Majesty?"

It refers to Cheng Wenang's matter.

Lu Qing smiled: "No need."

Although Cheng Wenang complained all day long and had to compare with him, but his mind was not bad, and he was quite interesting in his spare time.

Changshun should have told the little emperor, but based on his years of experience in the palace, he always felt that telling the little emperor would have very serious consequences.

So he chose to listen to Lu Qingze.

... Anyway, His Majesty listened to Mr. Lu.

he thought anxiously.

Lu Qing was still thinking about Duke Wu until he arrived at Qianqing Palace, and he didn't think too much about Duke Wu's role in the original text. I'm afraid he missed it, so he could only ask for help: "Chang Shun, how much do you know about Duke Wu? ?”

When mentioning Duke Wu, Chang Shun's tone couldn't help but admiring him: "Mr. Wu is the number one heroic general in Daqi. With General Shi around, the Tatars and Oirats can only bow their heads honestly! I have returned to the capital, I have heard about it before, and it seems that it is because..."

Before he could finish speaking, the youthful clear voice interjected from the side: "Teacher wants to know Duke Wu, wouldn't it be better to ask me?"

Before Lu Qing arrived, Ning Juan ran outside Qianqing Palace and looked forward to it.

Seeing Lu Qingze in the scarlet robe, his eyes lit up, and he could almost imagine how bright the scarlet robe would complement that face after taking off the mask.

Lu Qing raised his head and saw the young emperor wearing a uniform with twelve chapter patterns.

He is in poor health, and was exempted from going to court a few years ago. When Ning Juan saw him in the palace, he only wore ordinary clothes. This is still rare to see Ning Juan wearing a uniform, and he already has a bit of the majesty and dignity of an emperor. .

Lu Qing looked around with a smile.

Ning Juan involuntarily straightened his back even more.

Ordinary people dare not look directly at the Son of Heaven, let alone look him up and down, but Lu Qingze's eyes always make him a little nervous and at a loss.

After a while, Lu Qing bent his lips and said, "Then your Majesty will help you."

The rest of his face was covered by a mask, and the only lip that was exposed stood out.

Ning Juan's gaze fell on his slightly raised lips involuntarily, feeling as red as peach blossoms in spring.

The hands hidden under the wide sleeves curled up, and Ning Juan was in a trance.

Why didn't I notice before, the teacher's lips... are so beautiful.