Raising Wolves

Lu Qing reacted quickly, he turned sideways to block Ning Juan's sight, lowered his head to meet his gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Was this little bastard mocking him just now?

Little Fuzi struggled in the water to get out, desperately shouting for help, but unfortunately, in order to complete today's performance, he had already dismissed the guards.

Although Ning Juan couldn't see it, he could guess it, and said again: "Go ahead."

Xiao Huangmen obeyed the orders with great enthusiasm.

The sound of splashing water and screams was close at hand, but Lu Qing felt very complicated when he heard it.

Apart from the slight discomfort, on the one hand, he felt a little relieved that the little emperor was smart and calm, and he was not a pitiful mermaid; on the other hand, he was a little worried. Mingjun's plan has to be done as soon as possible.

Children in their teens have a well-established worldview, and it's time for rebellion later.

The people's teacher Lu Qing evaluated his new student in his heart.

He saved the little emperor, and he didn't refuse to deal with the little Fuzi. The two of them were more or less in collusion, and the little emperor's trust was somewhat increased, right?

When the surrounding voices finally subsided, Ning Juan pushed Lu Qingze away bluntly, and his eyes fell on Xiao Huangmen, who was acting quite brave. Although he was young, he had a dignified face, and tried his best to show the demeanor of His Majesty: "Call What?"

The Little Yellow Gate is usually bullied by Xiao Fuzi, and they have to be scared to prevent themselves from being killed by Xiao Fuzi's dislike. Now, while being loyal to the emperor, they also let out a sigh of relief: "Report to Your Majesty, servant girl His name is Changshun, and he works in Shangyi Prison."

Ning Juan hummed: "Come to serve me in the future."

Although the little emperor was a puppet, he was an emperor after all, and the risks and benefits were directly proportional to being able to work by the emperor's side, not to mention that he killed Xiao Fuzi.

And it doesn't necessarily mean that this little His Majesty is really a master who can be played around by others.

Chang Shun was very clear in his heart, he knelt down and kowtowed to thank him in haste.

"Do you know what to do now?"

Changshun was quite alert, and he reacted in an instant: "Oh, the big thing is not good. Little Fuzi accidentally fell into the water to save His Majesty! I'm going to find the guards to fish it now!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

Ning Juan's attention was actually on Lu Qingze all the time, seeing his lips pursed red, and he looked like he wanted to speak again, holding his breath and waiting.

Lu Qing looked at him patiently for three seconds, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He covered his mouth, turned his head, and suddenly coughed heart-piercingly, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs, his pale face was flushed all over, just listening to him coughing, his lungs and throat hurt.

Ning Juan: "..."

Ning Juan opened his mouth, pretending he didn't hear: "Send me back to Qianqing Palace, don't stick here."

Lu Qing slowed down from the state where his eyes were full of golden flowers, and there was a piercing pain in his throat, and a faint smell of blood pervaded.

The original body was caught by the eunuchs and sent to the imperial prison. He was immersed in the water prison in the middle of winter and lost his life. Lu Qing passed through, but it could not improve the injured body. Probably for a long time in the future, he will have to So sick.

He couldn't get a healthy body in two lifetimes, so Lu Qing sighed silently and smiled slightly: "My minister obeys the order."

Ning Juan was very familiar with the paths in the palace, so he led Lu Qing away from the guards. As soon as the two left the imperial garden, Chang Shun called the guards over.

There were a lot of people in the palace, and few people were worried when they heard that His Majesty almost fell into the water.

Lu Qing didn't have much strength in his body, and he was short of breath after walking a few steps. Fortunately, the child had short legs and his steps were not too big. He looked at the little round head of the little emperor, and his voice was as if it had been ground by gravel: "Your Majesty recently Which gentleman is teaching and reading your homework?"

Hearing this question, Ning Juan turned his head and looked at him in surprise, and after confirming that Lu Qingze's eyes were puzzled rather than intentional, he tilted his head and said sullenly: "No."

Emperor Chong'an has been obsessed with cultivating immortals for more than ten years, and he has eaten many bottles of messy elixir, which has already damaged his body. After he got sick, he had very little time to wake up, and he woke up for a while when Feng Ningjuan was the prince. Son, if Lu Qing was selected, he would become the Taifu, and then he went on in a daze, without having time to gather a team for Ning Juan.

You must know that Ning Juan was in the cold palace since he was a child, and he didn't even go to school.

Chief Assistant Wei Herong was naturally happy to see the results, and Ning Juan was an idiot who could be manipulated by others, and he was most at ease.

Wei Herong didn't speak, and few people in the court dared to speak, either their voices were low, or they stood on the sidelines.

Lu Qing also wanted to understand, without much hesitation, he said directly: "Then from tomorrow on, I will come and read to His Majesty."

A gust of cool wind blew, and Lu Qing crooked again like paper.

Ning Juan didn't even have time to be pleasantly surprised, he only suspected that he was about to break in this second, and looked at him suspiciously, with strong suspicion in his eyes: "You can do it?"

"..." Lu Qing was displeased, "Of course I will."

I left the door at noon, and the sky was a little dark when I left the palace.

Chen Xiaodao was bored waiting outside, and he was getting close to the imperial guards with a shy face. The imperial guards ignored him, and he could enjoy the chat. Seeing that Lu Qing came back, he restrained himself, trotted over, and helped him up Carriage, still not satisfied and asked: "My lord, do you have to go back so fast?"

Even after resting in the palace for a while and strolling out of the huge palace city, Lu Qing was almost out of breath, and his voice was weak: "Hurry up, hurry up and I will be sent to heaven."

Chen Xiaodao immediately restrained himself like chasing a snail.

After returning to Lu's mansion, Lu Qing drank a bowl of medicine and lay down quietly for an hour before getting up the energy. He went to the study room, picked a few books from the bookshelf, and read them one by one for a while, holding up the brush , draw it on paper.

Chen Xiaodao was helping to grind the ink, secretly watching this unfamiliar master.

Lu Qing was wearing light blue clothes. Even in the house, he had to put on a large cloak. The wrist bones under the wide sleeves seemed to be shattered, his skin was pale and almost transparent, and his veins and veins were clear. Looking fragile, the wrist holding the brush did not shake at all, it was steady.

In the last life, Lu Qing was disliked by his parents because of heart disease and could not inherit the family business. He grew up beside his grandfather. When writing brush characters, Lu Qingze's cursive handwriting is quite beautiful. When sketching, the lines are flowing and well-proportioned.

Chen Xiaodao stretched his neck curiously: "What are you drawing, young master?"

Lu Qing said leisurely: "Primary school students in the Daqi version must take one."

Chen Xiaodao: "???"

Cultural people speak, but they really don't understand.

Chen Xiaodao lived on the street since he was a child, didn't know a single word, and was picked up on the street when he was hungry and fainted. As a result, Lu Qing was sent to prison the next day, and he didn't have time to be contaminated by the cultural atmosphere around Zhuangyuanlang. Lu Qing wrote while watching The painter, a little envious, muttered subconsciously: "It would be great if I could also read and write."

Lu Qing's teacher's spirit, which had nowhere to rest, was touched, and he glanced at him: "Okay, from now on, I will teach you the calligraphy and cloth homework every day, and you must complete it carefully."

Chen Xiaodao: "!!!"

Chen Xiaodao was overwhelmed with surprise, fearing that Lu Qing would regret it, he immediately called out, "Thank you, my lord!"

Lu Qing smiled, finished writing a piece of paper, put down the pen, opened the book next to which he had annotated, and compared it again.

The same.

I don't know if it's because he passed in, but not only does he look exactly the same as "Lu Qingze" in the original book, but even his handwriting is the same.

Early the next morning, Lu Qing entered the palace again with a thick pile of fruits of labor.

The death of a young eunuch in the palace will obviously not have any impact, and the situation is as calm as ever.

Ning Juan didn't expect that Lu Qing, looking like he was going to die, really came here dragging his sick body. Not only did he come, but he also seemed to have prepared a lot.

After all, it's a child's nature. Since Lu Qingze entered Qianqing Palace, Ning Juan's eyes have been secretly glued to the paper in his hand and never moved away.

Like a sneaky kitten, he pretended to take a sneak peek, then quickly looked away, thinking he hadn't been noticed.

Lu Qing said in his heart, you really underestimate the head teacher's piercing eyes.

This group of students, those petty thefts under the podium, is it true that the teacher can't see it?

He secretly smiled, took out a piece of paper, and put it in front of Ning Juan: "What did you learn before, Your Majesty? First, let me see how your homework is going."

Ning Juan stared at Lu Qingze for a while, then picked up the pen and silently wrote the Xue Er chapter of "The Analects of Confucius".

Lu Qing squinted his eyes and saw the first question.

The posture is wrong.

But he didn't speak, he just watched Ning Juan silently writing.

After waiting for a long time, Ning Juan finally filled a piece of paper slowly. The child's long eyelashes were drooping, and his eyes were flickering, a little guilty, not as righteous as when he first met yesterday.

Lu Qing took it over and looked at it, his eyebrows slightly raised.

In fact, the original text always deliberately describes a few ugly words written by the tyrant, to compare how graceful the protagonist's calligraphy is that has impressed countless people.

It is said that it was so ugly that even the reading eunuchs around him scratched their heads.

Looking at it now, it is unsightly and indescribable.

There are not a few words to get up.

Except for the horrible words, the content is not bad, every word is good.

A majestic generation of tyrants, the handwriting is actually like a dog crawling.

Lu Qing looked at it, and then smiled slightly: "Although His Majesty's calligraphy is very fond of fighting, there is a lot of room for improvement."

Ning Juan keenly sensed that this sentence was not quite right, his face darkened, and he gave him a cold look.

Oops, poked the child's self-esteem.

Lu Qing restrained his smile as if nothing had happened, turned behind him, held his hand from behind, adjusted his sitting posture and pen holding posture, and said in a warm voice: "The posture is wrong, sit upright, the pen should be placed between the middle finger and the pen." Between the ring fingers, the wrist must be steady, and the heart must be upright and the pen upright."

Ning Juan's hair started to stiffen.

The warm, cold air of plum blossoms and the bitterness of medicine came from behind, enveloping him, and the hand holding him was a little cold, but it did not lose strength.

Except for his concubine mother who would hug him and protect him when he was young, no one had ever been so close to him.

Lu Qing took Ning Juan to write a few words seriously, and seeing his discomfort, he let go of him and stepped back: "Your Majesty, try to write a few words yourself."

The moment the breath behind him withdrew, Ning Juan's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a little disappointment rose from the bottom of my heart, as if reluctant to give up.

He frowned, threw away those unreasonable thoughts, and slowly re-wrote a few words according to the posture Lu Qingze taught him. The progress was visible to the naked eye. At least he could get up now.

It's a bit difficult to adjust the posture of holding the pen, after all, it has become a habit, but when Ning Juan picked up the pen again, he never missed it again.

Lu Qing was very pleased - this is the most worry-free class of students he has ever led.

Although the student has not yet called him a teacher.

Trust is not enough.

Lu Qing was thinking quietly, and brought over the picture album that he worked hard from the afternoon to the evening yesterday: "Next, let's tell the story to His Majesty first."

Ning Juan frowned delicately: "Story? I'm not a child, what kind of story are you listening to?"

"..." The child lacked good self-awareness, and Lu Qing followed along with a smile, "It's a story for the emperor."

Hearing this, Ning Juan's expression softened slightly, curiosity was hidden in his eyes, and his small chin lifted: "Let's talk about it."

This picture book is "Emperor Jian Tu Shuo", which Lu Qingze read when he was in college. The professor asked him to choose a paper to write in his elective class. Thanks to the paper, he remembered it very firmly. The consequences of going against the grain, including texts and paintings, are perfect for giving lectures to the young emperor.

Ning Juan couldn't help being stunned when the playful booklet was placed in front of him.

Combined with Lu Qing's reluctance to let him see the scene of Xiao Fuzi's drowning yesterday, he really confirmed it now. Lu Qing was not acting, but really treated him as a child.

But it wasn't the way those ministers looked at him with contempt and condescending pity.

Ning Juan listened to Lu Qing telling the story of the emperor, and Dao Shang's somewhat hoarse voice fell into his ears. It was not unpleasant, but it made people more comfortable, and he was immersed in it unconsciously.

His eyes stayed on the face that was too beautiful for a man for a few moments, and silently restrained the burrs that exploded around his body.

Lu Qing kept paying attention to the little emperor, and the corner of his mouth curled silently when he saw this.

Children, it's still very nice to please.

What's the matter with being darker, it will be screwed back sooner or later.

However, according to historical records, he may not be able to be as good as a famous scholar in the imperial court. If he wants to cultivate a generation of wise emperors, it may not be enough for him to give lectures.

Lu Qing was lost in thought.

How can we get through Wei Herong's barrier and strengthen the little emperor's teachers?

The author has something to say:

Ning Juan, who pretended not to hear: I don't feel bad now, but I will be tearful in the future.