Raising Wolves

Lu Qing recalled the plot of the original text, and had an idea in his heart.

A key person needs to be used, but the time is not yet ripe, and it is difficult to find an opportunity to get close to the other party, so we have to wait.

It's better to tidy up the little emperor in front of him first.

Lu Qing lectured seriously, and Ning Juan listened more carefully, with a faint light in his dark eyes.

His mother and concubine Jing was born in a family of medicine. When Emperor Chong'an went to the south of the Yangtze River, he was not satisfied with the water and soil, vomiting and diarrhea, and the imperial physician who followed him also fell down. The accompanying people hurried to invite her here. , Emperor Chong'an took her into the palace with a glance, and was quite honored for a while.

In the 15th year of Jian'an, the queen conceived, and the evidence points to the medicine given by Concubine Jing. Although the evidence is not conclusive, Emperor Chong'an was tired of it at this time. The mother's family was also implicated.

Life in the cold palace is not easy, not to mention offending the queen, the palace servants who are used to stepping down and praising the high, under the queen's instigation, come here every day to make troubles. His mother, who was already frail, died when he was five years old. up.

After Concubine Jing left, Ning Juan's situation became even more difficult.

He was so hungry that he even snatched food from the vicious dog.

When Emperor Chong'an was completely obsessed with cultivating immortals and completely forgot that he had such a son, Ning Juan, staring at the stars, was grinding the stone, planning to kill the dog for dinner.

But hunger is still the lightest. Whenever the queen thinks of her unborn child, she will send someone to torture Ning Juan, and she narrowly escaped death several times.

Fortunately, the queen died in depression, earlier than Emperor Chong'an.

The characters Ning Juan knew and the books he memorized were all written by Concubine Jing with his hand and strokes on the mud floor with a branch. Today Lu Qing was checking his homework. It was his first time holding a pen.

So the words are of course not good-looking.

But to Lu Qingze, Ning Juan didn't explain anything.

The original book didn't write too much detail, it only mentioned that the little emperor's childhood was miserable, and Lu Qingze really didn't know how miserable it was.

The dignified prince, no matter how miserable he is, he won't be reduced to snatching food from dogs, right?

That was the thought that crossed his mind as he turned the page.

The morning homework ended with Lu Qingze coughing again.

Ning Juan looked at Lu Qingze who was about to cough up his lungs very indifferently, and even avoided it.

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, Lu Qing almost laughed angrily.

This child is wicked, if you don't give him a smooth ride, he hides like a plague.

This little bastard must be trained to be a good student who respects the teacher.

After coughing, Lu Qing was almost out of breath, and waved his hand weakly: "It's lunch time, Your Majesty, let's eat first."

Thin, malnourished at first glance, you have to eat well on time.

When the lunch was delivered, Lu Qing glanced at the South Study Room. Except for Chang Shun, no one came in to serve him. It could be seen that the palace people really didn't take the little emperor at ease.

But Ning Juan didn't care, he hated being surrounded by people.

Lu Qing had no appetite, so he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Ning Juan couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Lu Qing frowned lightly, pointed to his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I can't swallow it."

I had a sore throat from coughing, like a needle prick during the lecture, but after I stopped, the pain was so painful that even swallowing was painful.

Ning Juan involuntarily looked in the direction Lu Qingze was pointing at. The light lip color was slightly red because of the severe cough, which was in great contrast to the sickly face with light cold sweat, so it was particularly conspicuous.

Even with a sickly appearance, this person's appearance is still extremely prosperous, and his spirit is undeniably beautiful.

He snapped back to his senses, realizing that he was staring at Lu Qingze's face just now.

How can a big man grow up like this?

Ning Juan pursed his lips, glanced at Chang Shun: "Ask the small kitchen to cook a bowl of jujube and white fungus porridge."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

The little brat's conscience finally knows it hurts?

Ning Juan didn't look at him, and his face was serious: "Master Lu, let's find a mask to cover his face when he has time."

Lu Qing found the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and touched his face wonderingly by the way.

What's wrong with your face?

Is the sickness hindering the eyes of this little ancestor?

After a day's class, Lu Qing almost lost his voice, and he didn't win much trust from the little emperor.

Ning Juan was like a vigilant cub with fur all the time, wary of everything, and would show his small fangs from time to time, intending to scare away those who approached him.

Such a young child, in modern times, would still be at the age of crazy play.

Lu Qing shook his head secretly, assigned Ning Juan homework, and left the unfinished "Di Jian Tu Shuo".

Only then did Ning Juan finally reveal a genuine, childish smile.

The child was born beautiful, and when he smiled, he looked especially sweet, like a spoonful of golden thick honey, but unfortunately, his smile was like a handful of snow, which melted in an instant, as fast as Lu Qing's eyes were dazzled.

He smiled: "Tomorrow, the minister will also go to the palace to give lectures on time. Your Majesty, don't forget to complete your homework."

The little emperor didn't intend to send him off either, so he held his head up slightly: "Go down."

Lu Qing didn't trouble Changshun to lead the way, and left Qianqing Palace alone.

Halfway through the walk, he was suddenly stopped by a group of guards, and his tone was still polite: "Master Lu, please stay with us."

The palace suffered countless casualties during the mass cleansing, and the commanders of the pro-military forces recognized the eunuchs as godfathers at that time. After the Qing emperor sided, the palace was replaced by the Jingwei and Jinyiwei of the Fifth Army Battalion to patrol together, and the commanders of the Fifth Army Battalion and Wei Herong has always been friends.

Obviously Wei Herong wanted to see him.

Lu Qing had expected it a long time ago, and followed the team of guards without asking a word.

Seeing him cooperate so well, the other party was also a little surprised, but didn't say much.

After walking for a while, when they arrived at Wenyuan Pavilion, the guards stopped moving.

Lu Qing was mentally prepared, pushed open the door and walked in.

Wei Herong, the biggest enemy of the tyrant in the original book, is sitting in front of the desk.

Unexpectedly, this villain among the villains looked like a white-faced scholar, not cunning, and even smiled a little when he looked at Lu Qingze.

Only the coldness inadvertently revealed in his eyes revealed his true colors.

Lu Qing didn't dare to be careless, and saluted: "I have seen Wei Shoufu."

"Why does Master Lu need to be so polite?" Wei Herong looked at Lu Qingze a few times, "Sit down."

Lu Qing stood for a long time, his hands and feet were cold, and he was not polite, he pulled the chair and sat down.

Wei Herong looked concerned: "Teacher Lu is in better health? I heard that Taifu went to give lectures to His Majesty today, how is it?"

Lu Qing said in his heart, he really came to ask this.

He showed a bit of hesitation on his face, and after a while, he passed the "Analects of Confucius" that the little emperor had written silently from his arms to Wei Herong, and sighed slightly: "Your Majesty... I can't sit still, my lord." Ask His Majesty to copy from the book, and it took a whole afternoon to finish copying this..."

Wei Herong took the paper covered with words of fighting each other, and looked at it with great interest.

The characters throughout the text are messy, the strokes are messy, immature and clumsy, it is more like a painting than writing, and many characters with a slightly more complicated structure are simply painted into ink blobs.

Lu Qing lowered his eyelashes: "Your Majesty heard that His Majesty had never been to school before, and only started learning to write when he was almost 12 years old. Maybe he is not used to it yet."

The scribbled words were done by him. In order not to be vigilant by Wei Herong, he had to sacrifice the reputation of the little emperor.

Wei Herong, who was a bit suspicious because of Xiao Fuzi's drowning, laughed at once, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is still young, even if he is not easy to learn, don't force him, it's just a child's nature."

Lu Qing showed a worried expression on his face, and didn't answer whether it was good or bad.

Wei Herong didn't care either, this young number one scholar had an upright and old-fashioned personality, straight to the point of naivety, otherwise he wouldn't have risked his life to speak out when the eunuchs were powerful, he was a bit stupid, but this pair would not survive three years It doesn't matter if you keep it.

He opened the memorial casually, and stopped paying attention to Lu Qingze: "Teacher Lu has worked hard, so let's go back and rest early."

This hurdle is over.

Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands, and turned around slowly to leave.

After leaving the imperial city, I saw Chen Xiaodao squatting next to the imperial guards to do his homework.

Lu Qing was surprised to find that the commander of the imperial guards who was expressionless yesterday had already been chattered involuntarily by Chen Xiaodao today. When Chen Xiaodao saw Lu Qing stop talking, he showed a faint smile Pity.

Awesome.

Is a talent.

After class, he was dealing with Wei Herong again, while Lu Qing got into the carriage, closed his eyes weakly, and planned tomorrow's lesson plan in his mind.

It just so happened that it was time for the break, and the carriages of other Beijing officials could be seen on the avenue.

When Lu Qing was drowsy, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Oh? Lu Mansion's carriage, is Master Lu Qing Ze Lu inside?"

Chen Xiaodao was blocked by someone and had to stop the carriage.

Standing in the way was a young man in a green official robe. With his limited cognition, he only knew that this should be a fifth-rank official.

The scene of blocking the car halfway made many people nearby watch it, and those who heard it stopped their feet.

After all, the name Lu Qingze caused a sensation in the entire capital twice last year. The first time was when he was in Infinity High School, and the second time was when he offended the eunuchs and was imprisoned.

Right now, the little emperor is like a puppet, Wei Shoufu overshadows the sky with one hand, yet he dares to enter the palace to give lectures.

When everyone was basically trying to keep themselves silent, Lu Qingze's position was a bit embarrassing. Most people were interested in watching a good show, and they were also very curious about Lu Qingze.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, after a few muffled coughs, the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted by a long and white hand.

Even though the sky was dim, the hand was so white that it could shine, like a piece of natural suet jade, very eye-catching.

I heard that Lu Qingze's face is extremely prosperous.

The curious people stretched their necks, but Lu Qing didn't get out of the carriage, only opened a small corner, and a moderate voice came out from the carriage, gentle and hoarse: "My lord, What's up?"

Others couldn't see it due to the angle, but the young official blocking the way saw it.

The person in the carriage looked sickly, but still dazzling, like a snow-white umbilical flower, blooming with thrilling beauty.

Hearing Lu Qingze's words, he laughed ambiguously: "Your Majesty Lu, you forget things so much, you just forgot about my fellow countryman when you turned around."

fellow countryman?

Lu Qing thought seriously, is there such a person in the original book?

Seeing his pensive look, Cheng Wenang finally couldn't hold back anymore: "You young dog sees people as inferior, I just came to tell you that I am now a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, not much worse than you!"

What is Zhuangyuanlang Tianzi teacher? Under the current situation, it is not a false name.

He was resentful, and Lu Qing was also struggling to remember who it was.

Cheng Wenang didn't make many appearances in the original novel, and he was from the same town as him, and his ranking in the palace examination was not high, so he gritted his teeth with jealousy and hatred for Lu Qing, the number one scholar in high school, and was only a marginal character in the original novel.

Lu Qing really didn't have much energy, and almost fell asleep thinking about it, and said angrily: "Ah, is that so, then you are really great, keep working hard."

Cheng Wenang: "..."

Lu Qing went too far than before!Don't even look at him!How dare you speak so lightly!

Officials who have been busy for a day don't feel tired. The high-end way of rest only requires simple eating of melons. Everyone can't wait to move a small stool to eat melon seeds.

Cheng Wenang endured and endured, and then resisted the urge to swear, stared at Lu Qingze's too eye-catching face, and snorted through his nose: "You don't know yet, His Royal Highness King Shu is going to the capital."

After the death of Emperor Chong'an, the vassal king, as a brother, naturally had a legitimate reason to return to Beijing.

Cheng Wenang suddenly mentioned the King of Shu, not because Lu Qingze had an enmity with the King of Shu, but because...the King of Shu has a widow's disease, especially Nanfeng.

Lu Qing showed this troublesome appearance to the king of Shu. Can the little puppet emperor be able to protect him?

Cheng Wenang sneered inwardly, waiting to see Lu Qingze's flustered expression.

Lu Qing couldn't resist the drowsiness at all, his eyelids drooped, thinking in a half-dream and half-awake: Who is the King of Shu?

Chen Xiaodao turned his head and took a look, and carefully lowered the curtain: "My son is asleep, are you okay? Let go if you're okay."

Cheng Wenang burst into impotent rage again, glaring at the carriage angrily, and took a step across aggressively.

Get out of the way.

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: This child is wicked.

Little Emperor: quq? ? ?

*The widow's disease: lust.