Raising Wolves

Under Lu Qingze's curious and amused stare, Ning Juan could only look away stiffly, and tried to argue: "Personal items like handkerchiefs, of course, can't be left outside, what if they are taken by someone who wants to?"

Changshun: "..."

Your Majesty!

He didn't believe it after hearing this, it's a ghost to be able to fool Mrs. Lu!

Lu Qing leaned back in the chair, thumped his sore shoulder, and said with a half-smile: "Really, like what kind of caring person?"

Of course Ning Juan couldn't explain the flowers.

He could only take this opportunity to immediately turn to the back of Lu Qingze's chair, squeeze Lu Qingze's shoulders with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, and muttered softly with some unwillingness: "The teacher hasn't given me a handkerchief yet, so I will give it to someone else first." It's..."

Is it because of this?

Although Lu Qing has been here for a few years and has to live according to the rules of this world, his soul is still a modern person, and he has no idea that "handkerchief" is a private item. Hearing Ning Juan's muttering, he glanced at it again. At first glance, he seemed to be a very wronged child.

It's quite comfortable for him.

Lu Qing lazily said: "Isn't it just a handkerchief, will I give it if you want it?"

As he spoke, he took out a new handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Ning Juan: "Here."

Ning Juan was stunned.

Even Lu Qingze's hand on the shoulder inevitably paused.

Lu Qing was surprised: "No? Then don't make trouble about it later..."

Before the words were finished, the handkerchief was snatched away.

Ning Juan tightly clenched the veil that was still stained with Lu Qingze's body temperature, and felt that the body temperature dyed with plum fragrance seemed to rush to his heart with his fingertips, making his heart beat three minutes faster.

"Is there still trouble?" Lu Qing rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair, rested his chin with his palm, turned his head away, and looked at Ning Juan with a smile.

Ning Juan licked the dry corners of his lips, silently clenched the handkerchief tightly, and whispered, "Stop making trouble."

Changshun: "..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt that he shouldn't be here.

Zheng Yao moved very quickly, and took Pan Jingmin to Hongdu Mansion that day, kicked open the sealed gate of Pan Mansion, and threw Pan Jingmin, who was half-crippled by torture, into the pigsty: "Master Pan, please trouble me!" .”

Pan Jingmin couldn't stand up on one leg and fell to the ground.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

The stench hit, and Pan Jingmin was so disgusting that he had no time to pay attention to those mocking and contemptuous gazes. He vomited wildly, saliva and tears pouring down his face, but he did it on his own. He could only lie on the ground in humiliation, cursing Zheng Yao crazily in his heart, trembling. Reaching out, he turned out the ledger.

He stared at the account book, a venomous look flashed in his slender eyes squeezed by the pile of flesh on his face, and suddenly he exerted force with his hands, intending to tear up the account book!

Covered with a cloth scarf, Zheng Yao was leisurely talking to his subordinates outside, but from the corner of his eye he was staring at Pan Jingmin's movements.

Pan Jingmin's palm was stabbed right on the spot!

The account book in Pan Jingmin's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help crying out in pain, accompanied by a burst of sharp curses: "Zheng Yao, the son of a bitch, how dare you treat me like this, when I go out, I'll cut off your head as a pawn!" Urinal!"

"Hey, Mr. Pan, do you still think you are the high-ranking Jiangyou governor?"

Zheng Yao folded his arms, and the sneer in his eyes froze, showing a bit of fierceness: "Pan Jingmin, I advise you not to make mistakes for yourself, otherwise, before you can die, you will hate the fact that you can live. "

Pan Jingmin shivered subconsciously, and completely collapsed under the filth and stench.

Watching Zheng Yao pick up the ledger with a long stick, at that moment, he suddenly regretted it very much.

It's not that he regrets exploiting the fish and meat of the people, nor that he didn't cure the flood and dealt with the sick inhumanely, but that he despised the little emperor.

If he knew it now, why would he be superstitious about Wei Herong in the first place?

The account book was handed over to Ning Juan that night. Fortunately, it was wrapped in something so that it would not have an indescribable taste.

The weather in Jiangyou was so hot that it was hard to breathe. When I went out during the day, I felt wet and sticky all over my body. It didn't get much better at night, and I was still very stuffy, unlike in the capital, where ice could be transported and stored at any time to cool off the heat. , Open the window to ventilate, and the mosquito bites fly in, which is very annoying.

However, compared with the disasters encountered by the people in Jiangyou, this issue is so trivial that it is not worth mentioning.

The guest room was too small to fit the bathtub. Lu Qing went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he returned to the room, his hair was a little dry. He let his hair dry and wiped it. Then he heard a knock on the door from outside. Voice.

They are too familiar with each other, and they know who they are as soon as they hear the rhythm.

Lu Qing casually gathered his collar, walked over leisurely, opened the door directly, and teased, "Why, are you here to ask for a handkerchief again?"

Ning Juan brought Pan Jingmin's private account book and came to the door with legitimate reasons. When he heard this, he remembered the two embarrassments he had experienced during the day, and his ears burned again.

The door was opened, and Lu Qing was facing the light, as if coated with a layer of warm gold by candlelight, and even the edges of the loose black long hair were traced and colored, making his face as beautiful as jade, and the whole person looks good It seems to be shining, making people reluctant to look away.

Ning Juan was stunned for a long time, until Lu Qingze raised his nasal voice in doubt, "Hmm", then he looked away with difficulty, and hurriedly glanced at the thin collarbone exposed by Lu Qingze's unfinished neckline, feeling displeased: "Why does the teacher open the door casually without asking? What if it's not me but Chen Xiaodao, will you open the door like this?"

What should I do if Chen Xiaodao sees it!

Lu Qing was a little puzzled: "So what?"

So what?

Do you still have a sense of vigilance?

Ning Juan's teeth were itching, and he decided to finish the business and educate Lu Qingze well, and said with a straight face: "The letters between Pan Jingmin and Wei Herong were all burned, but I got the account book, do you want to see it together?"

Lu Qing happily turned sideways: "Come in."

Ning Juan was so busy the past few days that he could only sleep in the study room. It was not comfortable, and he did not rest well. He was always tense. When he walked into Lu Qingze's room, he felt a little more relaxed. He sat on the couch, Patting the seat beside him, his eyes sparkled: "Teacher, please sit here."

Still sticky.

Lu Qing glanced at him, and sat beside him as he said.

After bathing, the faint fragrance infiltrated the wetness, and the plum fragrance seemed to be as hazy as if it had passed through the water. It brushed against the end of the nose like a hook, holding Ning Juan and couldn't help but peek at Lu Qingze.

That face became more and more radiant after washing with water, and the mole at the corner of the eye was the most attractive. Her hair was loose and her clothes were loose, but she was still unspeakably beautiful.

Ning Juan didn't dare to move his hands and feet, and breathed lightly, for fear of bumping into this amazing beauty.

Although Emperor Chong'an was cultivating immortality, he did not quit sex. There were many beauties in the palace. In every palace and courtyard, I have seen beauties sent from all over the world.

Although they will all be driven away like a wild dog.

Those beauties are fat, thin and charming.

But in his eyes, it was not as good as Lu Qingze's finger.

The teacher is the best-looking person he has ever seen.

The teacher is really...beautiful.

Ning Juan's eyelashes trembled, and he carefully pressed the thought that would offend Lu Qingze, but couldn't help but put his head on Lu Qingze's shoulder, squinting his eyes and smelling his breath.

Lu Qing flipped through the ledger, feeling like he was being hugged by a puppy, his fluffy hair rubbing against his neck, itching so badly, he couldn't help but patted Ning Juan on the back, and cursed with a smile: "What does it look like, sit up straight. "

Ning Juan was naturally not happy, with his chin still resting on his shoulder, trying to draw Lu Qingze's attention away: "This account book contains the intersection of Pan Jingmin and Wei Herong in recent years, but there are no correspondence, so I have to go back and secretly write Pan Jingmin was escorted back to the capital and sent to the third division for interrogation."

Lu Qing roughly flipped through it, but found nothing wrong with the account book, so he nodded and said, "Let him live for a few more days."

With the ledger in hand, Pan Jingmin's matter could be considered settled.

Ning Juan's mood improved a lot, half-closed his eyes, and couldn't help but start to arrange the next thing: "When the situation in Jiangyou becomes clearer, we will leave the rest of the mess to Fan Xingyan and Yu Shurong, and then go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang Give it to the queen mother to sweep it, and then go to the teacher's house to have a look."

Lu Qing listened to the first half with a smile. He didn't think there was anything wrong at first, and even felt pity for Ning Juan when he heard the word mother and queen.

It wasn't until I heard the last sentence that I realized that something was wrong.

at home?What home?

Your Majesty, the young man who usually cherishes words like gold in front of people, is still babbling in Lu Qingze's ear: "When the time comes, teacher will take me to the place where you grew up. After returning to Beijing, I will think about it later." Lin'an, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."

Lu Qing hesitated to speak: "..."

Could it be that the little emperor wanted to take him "homecoming"?

This is a big problem.

The original book only mentioned the small cannon fodder lead "Lu Qingze" in a few words, where did he introduce his life history, he borrowed Ning Juan's people to check people all these years, but he didn't dare to use it to check the life of "Lu Qingze".

Check yourself, anyone who sees it has ghosts.

Lu Qingze could only quietly lean on the sidelines and learn about the setting of the original book Lu Qingze from others, but the original book Lu Qingze was short-lived after high school and died too early. He didn't have many acquaintances in the capital, so he couldn't find anything .

The only useful things were pried out from Cheng Wenang.

But they are from the same hometown, Lin'an Prefecture is so big, and Cheng Wenang and the original writer Lu Qingze didn't meet each other before they went to Beijing to rush for the exam, so they didn't know each other deeply enough.

So how does he know where Lu Qingze grew up in the original book, where he has been, where his family is, and who he knows!

Lu Qing thought about it, and his head began to ache. The gentle voice interrupted Ning Juan: "It's late, I'm a little sleepy, Guoguo, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Ning Juan's ears seemed to be pricked up, and his eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Seeing that the little emperor's attention was diverted and he happily went to make the bed, Lu Qing heaved a long sigh of relief.

It can be regarded as a fool.

If Ning Juan really brought him back to Lin'an and asked him to introduce the place where he "grew up", he couldn't pretend to have amnesia, could he?

His written knowledge of Lin'an Mansion may not be as deep as Ning Juan's memory, and he can muddle through to others and show his feet in front of Ning Juan, but he can't take it back.

The little boy is alert.

Although in the process of teaching Ning Juan, Lu Qing infiltrated some modern ideas intentionally or unintentionally, but he met when Ning Juan's Three Views had just formed. Turning into a trend-setter of the times, not to mention that Ning Juan himself is a slightly paranoid person.

If one finds out that he is actually a ray of wandering spirit possessed...

This kind of thing is unacceptable even by modern people, let alone ancient people.

No matter how good the relationship is, they have to be arrested and danced to exorcise evil spirits.

Lu Qing didn't want to be arrested to exorcise the evil spirits, so he shook his head secretly, put away the ledger, and stroked his hair again. The weather was too hot, and he had almost done his job after walking away for a while.

Looking up again, Ning Juan was already lying down, waiting for him.

It seemed that he was worried about being kicked out, so he hurriedly climbed into bed.

...Why is she becoming more and more like a poor little daughter-in-law.

Lu Qing squeezed his forehead, walked over with the oil lamp, and replaced the mosquito repellent medicine bag beside the bed with a new one by the light, then blew on the lamp, put down the gauze, and lay down under the moonlight: "There are quite a lot of mosquitoes here. Too many, it seems that Chen Taiyi's medicine bag can't prevent them all, have you been bitten?"

Ning Juan shook his head: "No, where's the teacher?"

Lu Qingze: "Mosquitoes ran away when they saw you. Where can they come and bite me?"

Ning Juan couldn't help laughing.

The wing rooms in the official office are very simple and the canopy beds are also narrow, which is incomparable with that in the palace.

Although Lu Qing is thin, he is not short, and Ning Juan is just growing up. He is no longer the skinny little monkey when he was a child. The two of them are squeezed together on the bed, and there is not much space left, so it is difficult to avoid contact. .

However, Ning Juan pretended to move quietly towards him.

The canopy bed was oppressed by the weight of two people, and it was an old bed that was not known how many years old. The bed frame was already a little wobbly, and every time Ning Juan moved over, the canopy bed would squeak, squeak, and scream. Quite clear and piercing at night.

Lu Qingze: "..."

Does this little bastard think he is deaf?

Between being bitten by mosquitoes and being bored, Lu Qing chose to be bored, and the doors and windows were closed. After all, the plague was raging, and who knew if the mosquitoes that leaked in would carry any virus.

The room was already stuffy and hot, but now I feel as if I'm lying by a small stove, and it's going to be smoky and cooked in the next second.

The small stove didn't feel anything about it yet, intending to come over and set it up for roasting.

Lu Qing had closed his eyes at first, but opened them again due to the heat.

He turned over helplessly, turned sideways to Ning Juan, and was able to distance himself a bit. With his slender index finger, he gently pressed Ning Juan's forehead and pushed him to the side: "Ancestor, aren't you hot?"

Although Lu Qing is afraid of heat, his body temperature is actually not high, and he doesn't sweat much. His fingers are warm and cool, and they feel comfortable when they fall between his eyebrows.

Ning Juan couldn't help rubbing it lightly, his breath was hot, and he was very stubborn: "It's not hot."

Lu Qingze's body was too weak, he was afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer, so forced by his body, he couldn't even think about being squeamish.

This bed is so small, if he moves it out, he will fall to the ground, but he can't kick the more dignified emperor on the ground, lest tomorrow's work will be overtime?

I could only bear with it, and drew a boundary line: "If you get any closer, I'll go to sleep on the Luohan couch, and you can roll on the bed by yourself."

Ning Juan pursed his lips in grievance, and had no choice but to stay still: "Why don't the people below bring ice? How dare you neglect the teacher?"

He was a little annoyed, because he didn't sleep with Lu Qingze, he was so busy recently that he forgot to pay attention to this matter.

I couldn't help but blame myself in my heart.

Lu Qing flicked his forehead: "This is not a palace, everyone is busy, no one is used to these stinky problems, just a few trivial things, nothing to worry about."

Ning Juan knew that what Lu Qing said made sense.

Not to mention that Zheng Yao wished he could split it into eight pieces, he himself also wanted to use a few more hands to handle affairs, and none of the people brought over from the capital was idle.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond to Lu Qingze.

There was another rustling around her, and Ning Juan also turned over, lying on her side and facing Lu Qingze.

The room was dark, only the blurred moonlight projected from the window spread to the side of the bed, reflecting the young emperor's eyes dimly.

Lu Qing touched his head: "Okay, I've been so tired recently, it's rare to be able to go to bed early, why don't you go to bed?"

Ning Juan shook his head: "I want to talk to the teacher."

"Huh?" Lu Qing smiled, "Speak, I'll listen."

Ning Juan's expression was serious: "The next time someone knocks on the door, the teacher must not open the door rashly without asking about his identity, and he must wear his clothes well, just like today, in case someone with a plot to see him Woolen cloth?"

Lu Qing didn't expect that the brat's "talking" was "talking and preaching", and his eyes that were closed before slowly opened again, quite ungrateful: "Your people are in the yard, where are the people who plan to do something wrong?" ?”

Listening to his nonchalant tone, Ning Juan became more angry and opened his mouth to refute.

Why is it gone?

Isn't Ning Cong that kind of person?

But when the words came to his lips, he paused again.

But Ning Cong is not here.

Then, where did the plotter... people come from?

Ning Juan's lips and tongue were suddenly a little dry, his eyes scribbled in the darkness the graceful outline of the person who was close at hand, and he fell silent.

Lu Qing felt that he should have nothing to say, so he snorted and turned over to lie down.

Little bastard, dare to talk about teaching your teacher.

Ning Juan was bored for a while, and couldn't help but said again: "In short, teacher, you are always so careless, how can I rest assured? You have to be taken care of for the rest of your life."

Lu Qing said curiously: "Do you still want to be bound with the teacher for a lifetime?"

Ning Juan pursed the corners of his lips in displeasure: "Teacher, you promised me to stay with me all the time."

Lu Qing thought that I didn't sign the permanent prostitution agreement, opened his eyes three times, turned his face to look over, and teased him: "You want to be with me forever, so you won't marry a wife?"

Ning Juan said without hesitation, "I won't marry."

"..." Lu Qing couldn't help but laugh, "If you say such things now, be careful that your face will hurt."

Hearing what he said, Ning Juan felt aggrieved instead: "Is the teacher also urging me to be elected?"

"What's the matter, don't wrong me." Lu Qing was sleepy and confused, patted him on the back perfunctorily, coaxed him, and his voice gradually weakened, "How old are you, it's too early to say these things now, if you meet him in the future When it comes to the girl you like, you can't be so awkward anymore."

Ning Juan was silent again.

Countless vague thoughts flashed through his mind.

Favorite girl?

Can that girl have a good-looking teacher?Can he also treat each other with sincerity and accompany him from being ridiculed to the present?Can it also have a good appearance of Shengxue, as bright as the bright moon?

Lu Qing didn't wait for Ning Juan's response, feeling that he should have persuaded this stubborn bastard, his breathing gradually became even, and he let himself fall asleep.

It's just that he is not heat-resistant and sleeps very restlessly.

Ning Juan withdrew from the mess of thoughts, saw Lu Qing's slightly frowning brows, and knew that he was afraid of heat, so he quietly got down from the other side of the canopy bed and walked barefooted silently. At the door of the house, he carefully opened a crack, and gave a few instructions to the guards who were watching the night outside.

After waiting for too long, the dark guard spoke back and forth.

The south is not as hot as the north. Not only is the weather hotter, but it seldom freezes in winter. It is extremely difficult to store ice, and it is hard to find ice in summer.

Jiang You's current situation was chaotic, except for some unaffected dignitaries in the city, who would have the leisure to enjoy ice to cool off?

Ning Juan frowned, thinking about it, took the big fan from the dark guard, and returned to the bed.

He was lying on his side, holding a big cattail fan in one hand, and gently fanning Lu Qingze.

Being fanned by Xu Xuliang made her feel better, while Lu Qing's tightly knit brows slowly loosened, and her breathing became much more stable.

Only then did Ning Juan's mood become clear.

Even if the surrounding conditions are not good, he wants to make Lu Qingze more comfortable.

Even if he himself is uncomfortable, he wants Lu Qing to be comfortable.