Raising Wolves

Huzhou Mansion is not far from Lin'an Mansion, and it is appreciated by literati all over the world for its Hubi.

When the Liang family was at its most glorious, countless people specially came to Huzhou Prefecture to seek medical treatment, and even the local officials fawned on the Liang family, which was very impressive.

Later, due to the turmoil in the palace, the Liang family offended the nobles, and it was completely eliminated after a fire. The foundation of the old house had already been demolished and a new house was replaced.

When the prefect of Huzhou heard that His Majesty was coming, he hurriedly drove out the people who occupied the Liang family's old land, changed the plaque on the mansion overnight, and thought about telling His Majesty that this is the house he newly built for the Liang family.

A group of people waited left and right, waiting for His Majesty to come.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty did not come to the Liang family's house, or even entered the city. When he heard the news, the motorcade had already gone directly to the Liang family's ancestral grave.

Although the Liang family has been in decline for many years, the ancestral graves are not to be looted, but they are very desolate. Even after Ning Juan ascended the throne, almost no one remembers that Ning Juan's mother's family is the Liang family in Huzhou.

However, the prefect of Huzhou temporarily sent people to cut the weeds in advance and went to worship, so when they arrived, it didn't look so miserable.

It just rained lightly last night, and the air is not so sticky and hot and humid, but the road to the ancestral grave is not easy to walk, the road is muddy, and it is a bit slippery to walk on, and it is easy to fall.

Ning Juan opened the curtain and looked outside, and when Changshun walked over, he slammed his buttocks with a bang, and turned his head calmly: "The road is not easy, so you don't have to go down, I'm going to go up the pillars." Xiang, be back soon."

After driving for two days, Lu Qing was aching all over his bones. He was prone to coughing when he saw the wind, so he didn't make things difficult for himself. He poked his probe: "Changshun, didn't you break it?"

Ning Juan pushed his head back to prevent him from coughing again.

His body is so thin, every time he coughs heart-piercingly, it feels like he is about to cough up his lungs, which is heart-wrenching.

Chen Xiaodao ran over with a smile, helped up Chang Shun who was blushing, and teased: "Shunzi, we all know that you are loyal to His Majesty, but there is no need to give such a big gift at any time."

Hearing this, Chang Shun was not so embarrassed anymore, and sneaked a glance at Ning Juan.

Ning Juan straightened his sleeves and got out of the car neatly without anyone having to bring a stool, his clear eyes fell: "Go and change clothes."

After finishing speaking, he took a few guards and looked at Xu Shu who was following him, but didn't say a word.

The wind was a little cold, but Lu Qing didn't want to cough to pieces, so he stayed in the carriage.

Concubine Jing died of illness in the cold palace back then, and the Liang family set up a tomb for her in her hometown.

Walking into the Liang family's ancestral graveyard, Ning Juan didn't stop, his eyes slid across the stone tablets, and finally fell on the tablet of Concubine Jing.

Concubine Jing's boudoir name is Liang Yuan.

Ning Juan stopped and stared at the name. The hot humidity pervaded the surroundings, vaguely evoking some memories.

He remembered things very early, and even today, he still remembers that scorching summer day.

It was a morning in July of the 18th year of Jian'an, and the heat in the capital was strong.

He woke up from his mother's cold arms.

From time to time, the attendants around the queen would come to torture and humiliate Concubine Jing, and that day they also came to the Leng Palace aggressively, and when they pushed and shoved, they found that she was out of breath, so they panicked and ran to report to the queen.

It didn't take long for the empress to come to the cold palace.

At that time Ning Juan was still too young and too short, looking up, he felt the light was dazzling, and couldn't see the face of this arrogant woman clearly.

He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding his mother's cold hand tightly.

Different from the rotten and damp atmosphere in the cold palace, the queen's body was filled with a pungent fragrance. Zhu Kou, whose fingers were smeared with blood, pinched his mother's chin and looked at her, sneering: "Bitch, Killing this Gong’s child would be an easy death.”

The little eunuch on the side nodded and bowed: "Concubine Jing died of illness, your empress must be careful, don't be tainted with bad luck."

The queen showed disgust, and immediately withdrew her hand and wiped her fingers.

Another court lady asked, "Your Majesty, what should I do with Concubine Jing's corpse?"

"How else to deal with it?" The queen glanced down at Xiao Ningjuan, who was standing motionless beside her mother's corpse. In front of him, her voice was filled with malice, "What if some disease spreads to the palace? Burned."

When the palace servants were about to carry Concubine Jing out, Ning Juan suddenly moved. He rushed forward, trying to snatch back his mother's body, biting and kicking desperately—but how strong is a five-year-old child? ?

The little eunuch kicked him in the stomach and spat: "Little bastard, you will be next!"

The queen rushed away, and the door of the cold palace creaked and slammed shut.

The severe pain in his lower abdomen made his eyes suddenly black, and he couldn't continue breathing for a while. He curled up into a small ball, blinking his eyelashes. In the bright sunlight, he watched his mother's dead body through the crack of the door. Trapped in the mat, he was lifted farther and farther away, trying to reach out, but he couldn't reach it.

Ning Juan clearly remembered the words, actions, tone and expressions of all the people who came to the cold palace that day, and even remembered the unique decadent atmosphere in the cold palace at that time.

But the only thing I can't remember is whether I curled up on the ground and cried or not.

When arresting the palace lady who stole things a few years ago, he asked Zheng Yao to arrest all the palace servants who participated in it back then, and tortured and interrogated them one by one, but he couldn't find out where she was thrown.

However, after he succeeded to the throne, Concubine Jing was posthumously named the Queen Mother, and was buried in the imperial mausoleum with her clothes.

— very ironic.

He was charged with crimes during his lifetime, but it was futile to make amends after death.

Only two empty spaces are left.

Recovering from the long memories, Ning Juan took the incense offered by the guard, knelt down on the futon, and put three sticks of incense on the mound of his mother's clothes.

Xu Shu followed behind and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, can I offer incense?"

Ning Juan didn't say anything, got up and backed away, letting her mother meet her senior brother whom she cared about.

Xu Shu was also polite, and stepped forward to burn incense and paper for the junior sister.

He has traveled abroad for many years, and this is the first time he has returned to Huzhou Mansion, but every Qingming and death day, he would go out and burn a handful of paper for Liang Yuan.

Ning Juan stared quietly at Xu Shu's back, remembering that his alias was Xu Yuan outside, and that his mother always looked at the hairpin in a daze before she was alive, and pulled the corner of her mouth.

If you didn't know it before, now that you have tasted love for the first time, you understand it.

Mother hated Emperor Chong'an.

Emperor Chong'an not only cut off her future as a doctor, but also cut off her fate with her favorite senior brother. He locked her in the deep palace with broken wings, and stopped talking to her when she was bored. When she was framed, in order to prevent The queen's mother's family was dissatisfied, and without a word, she and her child were thrown into the cold palace.

Why can't you hate it?

So it's normal to even hate him.

In the last days in the cold palace, when she was so sick that she was unconscious, she often murmured, and dreamed countless times in her dreams that there was no such visit, that she was not favored by Emperor Chong'an, and continued to practice medicine in the south of the Yangtze River, full of joy. Marry Xu Shu.

Emperor Chong'an never cared about his son, and only met him once before the deathbed.

Although his mother loves him, he hates him.

Ning Juan was in a daze when suddenly he was patted on the shoulder.

Before he could react, the slightly cold and quiet plum fragrance brushed his nose.

Lu Qing was bored waiting in the carriage. He opened the curtain and looked from a distance. Although he could only vaguely see the back of the little emperor, he could see that he was standing alone, looking a little lonely and empty.

So he came here without thinking, and no one dared to stop him anyway.

"Guoguo, what are you thinking?"

The familiar voice immediately reached his ears.

Ning Juan suddenly pulled out of the inexplicable indifference. When he turned his head, he couldn't help showing a smile, and quickly straightened his face: "Teacher, didn't you let you stay in the carriage? Why are you here?"

Lu Qing was wearing a mask, only showing reddish and moist lips, which looked plumper and more complex than before: "Come all the way, and you should burn incense for the empress dowager."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Ning Juan's petty temper, received the incense, and went to pay his respects.

Ning Juan looked at his back and realized later, but Lu Qing probably came to comfort him.

Can't help showing a smile.

At least he still has a teacher who treats him wholeheartedly.

And never leave him.

This sacrifice was very simple. Ning Juan never liked crowds, and he didn't want anyone to disturb the Liang family's ancestral grave. It was useless to use the grand ostentation prepared by the prefect of Huzhou.

The Imperial Army and Jinyi guards guarded the ancestral tombs, and no one else was allowed to enter.

The magistrate of Huzhou rushed over and bumped into a wall. Knowing that His Majesty didn't like the excitement, he hurried back to the outside of the city to reduce the number of idlers—that is, to remove some small officials who came to stand by, and kept the people who promoted each family. The girl who came out dreamed that if His Majesty fell in love with a girl when he entered the city, he would marry the royal family in the future.

After all, what Ning Juan did in Jiangyou has already spread, the killing is ruthless, decisive, and tough.

Now who dares to underestimate this legendary puppet little emperor?

Wei Herong is powerful now, but the little emperor is not a vegetarian either.

In Jiangyou's battle, His Majesty the Emperor took risks, but won a grand slam.

When this Majesty truly rules the world, what will happen to those who offended him by negligence in the past?

However, the prefect of Huzhou waited and waited until the sun was about to set, but he didn't wait for the emperor's convoy to enter the city.

He couldn't help but sent his entourage to investigate.

The person sent out came back soon, confused: "My lord, didn't you see a convoy coming?"

"How is it possible? Your Majesty was still offering sacrifices at the Liang family's ancestral grave." The prefect of Huzhou wiped the hot sweat from his face and waved his hand, "Go and investigate."

The entourage had to ride away again.

When he came back, the sky was already dark, and the setting sun in the sky was almost swallowed by clouds.

The entourage rushed back and reported: "My lord, Your Majesty did not stop. After the sacrifice, he changed his way to Lin'an Mansion!"

The prefect of Huzhou and everyone behind him were dumbfounded.

While the prefect of Huzhou was waiting outside the city gate, Lu Qing sat in the carriage and finished the medicine boiled by the accompanying people.

He quietly had a small plan - after the sacrifice, Ning Juan should go to Huzhou City to rest, and go to see the old site of the Liang family after meeting the prefect of Huzhou.

He took the opportunity to make up a decent lie, tricked Ning Juan, and went to Lin'an Mansion alone to meet the protagonist of the original novel.

Anyway, Huzhou Mansion is not very far from Lin'an Mansion, so there is enough time for a round trip.

Both left and right are here, so what if you don't go to meet the protagonist Duan Lingguang.

He was always wary of the protagonist in his heart, no matter what, it was best not to let Ning Juan and Duan Lingguang confront each other.

It's just that after drinking the medicine, the fatigue from traveling in the past few days also surged up, and with the slight hypnotic shaking of the carriage, he fell asleep without knowing it.

When he woke up, it was already dark.

Before he opened his eyelids, Lu Qing realized that he was not lying on the big soft bed.

The carriage was still shaking slightly, and when he opened his eyes, the candlelight on the table shook slightly with the shaking frequency.

He was covered with a robe, and the young man's refreshing breath enveloped him.

Under the head is Ning Juan's... belly.

Ever since he disliked that Ning Juan's muscles were too hard last time, the kid tried to use his belly as a pillow for him.

Obviously, the abdominal muscles are harder, but Lu Qing looked at His Majesty's sincere and wet eyes, and was really embarrassed to refuse this piece of filial piety.

It's just...is it that far to go into the city?

Or did he just sleep for a short while?

Lu Qing suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He moved slightly, and Ning Juan, who was quietly flipping through the book, lowered his head: "Teacher, are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Lu Qing wanted to ask why he hadn't arrived yet, but when he saw him reading a book, he taught him a lesson: "The candlelight is weak, be careful not to hurt your eyes."

Ning Juan enjoyed being taught by Lu Qingze's stern tone very much, and after listening to it with a smile, he justified himself: "To kill time, the teacher woke up as soon as I picked it up, so it doesn't matter."

Lu Qing sat up, glanced at the book dazedly, and his face was blank for a moment: "What are you doing with the Diamond Sutra?"

Doesn't His Majesty the emperor hate ghosts, gods, Buddhism and Taoism the most?

He just fell asleep for a while, and when he woke up, the students would all take refuge in my Buddha?

Ning Juan coughed lightly, feeling a little uneasy, and casually threw away the book: "It's just like the teacher said, just killing time casually."

If he hadn't been staring at Lu Qingze's face all the time, he wouldn't have been able to resist thinking dirty and indecent thoughts, and he wouldn't have let Changshun find a Buddhist scripture to read.

It is said that reading Buddhist scriptures can make people calm their minds and keep their minds free from desires.

Although he sniffed the faint plum fragrance in his arms, he didn't feel the slightest bit of peace and tranquility.

Sure enough, the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism are all false.

Lu Qing glanced at the book suspiciously again: "Is it true that I didn't meet any eminent monk on the way, who taught Your Majesty?"

This is just a joke.

Only Lu Qing dared to make such a joke.

Ning Juan smiled, knocked on the carriage three times, and continued following him: "Then I am afraid that even if the real Buddha comes down, he is not qualified to cross me."

Lu Qing didn't bother with the Buddhist scriptures any more. He just woke up very thirsty and reached out to pour a cup of tea.

Ning Juan moved faster than him, stretched out his hand, poured a cup of tea steadily, and handed it to his mouth.

The warm tea entered his throat, relieving his burning thirst, while Lu Qing raised his eyelids and looked at Ning Juan in relief.

I think Ning Juan will be so considerate when he meets a girl he likes in the future.

What girl wouldn't like his little boy?

He was sullen for a while, opened the curtain and looked out: "Why haven't you arrived in Huzhou yet?"

Ning Juan was afraid that he would lose the teachers he had managed to get together in a hurry, so the carriage moved very slowly.

Changshun and Chen Xiaodao were walking outside, chatting about gossip, when they heard the sound of knocking, Changshun climbed into the carriage with some snacks.

Hearing Lu Qingze's words, Chang Shun replied with a smile: "Master Lu is sleepy, this is not the way to Huzhou, but to Lin'an Mansion."

Lu Qingze: "..."

Lu Qingze's expression froze for a moment.

Because of a serious illness, some vague memories before the illness suddenly became clear.

The night before he got sick, what did Ning Juan talk to him in bed at night?

Ning Juan wanted to take him back to Lin'an Mansion, and let him take him around the place where he grew up...how did he know where to go!

He completely forgot about it.

Is it still too late to pretend to have a blurred memory after a serious illness?

Lu Qing had a headache for a while, thinking about the possibility of pretending to be sick, thinking about Xu Shu coming with him, and then slowly gave up this idea.

Little bastard, the only escape route has been planed for him.

Ning Juan noticed that Lu Qingze's mood seemed a little wrong: "Teacher?"

"It's okay, I just woke up, and my mind is a little dazed." Lu Qing knew that this little boy was very sensitive, and suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, his expression remained normal, "We have been away from the capital for too long, if Wei Herong finds out that we left Jiangyou , I am afraid there will be some action, it is not suitable to stay for a long time, it is better to return to Beijing as soon as possible."

Ning Juan rested his chin and stared at his face: "The last time I got off the boat, I passed by in a hurry. This time I should have a closer look. It's only three or five days, and I can afford to delay."

Lu Qingze: "..."

Thank you so much for your kindness.

But after thinking about it, his body has not yet healed, and he looks sick and crooked about to die at any time. When he is really fooled, he will faint at worst. Anyway, he is familiar with this process.

It was Ning Juan who took the initiative to go to Lin'an Mansion to save him from making excuses. After all, it was more difficult for Ning Juan to rest assured that he would leave alone.

Lu Qing quickly calmed down, and finished his snacks with Ning Juan calmly, talking and laughing happily.

After filling his stomach, the carriage finally drove slowly to Lin'an Mansion.

The officials of Lin'an Mansion had more events than the prefect of Huzhou, and they had already sent people to find out where the carriage would come from, and they were all waiting by the side.

With the experience of entertaining last time, Governor Li Xun didn't make too much ostentation, and when the carriage stopped, he respectfully came to see Ning Juan, his heart pounding.

When His Majesty's imperial order came to ask him to allocate food to support Jiangyou, he was not very willing and did not give much.

Your Majesty made such a drastic move on the right side of the river, and made a special trip to Lin'an Mansion, so he didn't come here to settle accounts with him, did he?

Chang Shun raised his head, grasping the demeanor of the Chief Imperial Officer: "The car is almost in trouble, Your Majesty has to go back to the palace to rest first, Governor Li let everyone go."

Doesn't look like it's here to settle accounts?

Li Xun had a smile on his face, he felt relieved, and hurriedly let everyone go, don't bother His Majesty's eyes.

The convoy rumbled into the city again and arrived at the previous palace.

Lu Qing was drowsy after drinking the medicine, and it was rare to wake up in the carriage for a while. After washing up a little, he patted His Majesty, who intended to sleep in the same room with him, behind the door panel, and fell asleep.

I have been sleeping on the carriage for several days in a row, no matter how soft the bed is, it is still a carriage. Sleeping is still not as solid as the bed, and my bones are sore. It is easy to lie on the bed, but Lu Qing will inevitably sleep for a long time. , When I woke up, it was bright daylight.

He washed up by himself, and when he went out, he happened to see Ning Juan practicing sword in the courtyard.

When I was in Jiangyou some time ago, I was tired of official duties every day and had to check around frequently. Ning Juan has not been able to practice martial arts for several days, but fortunately he is not unfamiliar.

The young man's body is strong and vigorous, and his swordsmanship is smooth and smooth, which is a visual enjoyment that contains power.

Lu Qing smiled and leaned against the pillar to watch a set of sword skills, and applauded sincerely.

Ning Juan saw Lu Qing come out just now, pulled a beautiful sword flower, put the sword back into the sheath with a bang, took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then turned his head and strode forward, full of vigor Bobo: "Teacher is awake? I saw you were fast asleep, so I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

Lu Qing felt in a daze as if he saw a little peacock with its tail open.

Ning Juan tried his best to restrain himself, did not open the screen to the end, and clapped his hands to signal Chang Shun to bring breakfast: "Teacher has been away from Lin'an Mansion for many years, and must be homesick. I will accompany the teacher to see after breakfast."

Lu Qing smiled: "...um."

After breakfast, Lu Qing drank the new medicine under Ning Juan's stare.

Xu Shu said that he wanted to give Lu Qingze a remedy, and he came up with a new prescription in the past two days, but it was inconvenient to find medicinal materials on the road. When he arrived at Lin'an Mansion last night, Ning Juan ordered someone to fetch the medicine.

The new prescription was not so bitter, but Lu Qing drank it very refreshingly, and stopped whining.

After drinking the medicine, the two changed to an ordinary carriage and left the palace with only a few attendants.

Lu Qing didn't even know where Yuanshen lived, and was very silent on the road, talking too much and making mistakes, only occasionally looking outside, trying to look nostalgic.

Ning Juan also opened the curtain with great interest, looking at the lively street scene outside: "People in Lin'an like sweets, and the streets seem to have a sweet smell, no wonder the teacher likes sweets."

Lu Qing smiled without saying a word.

He is not that addicted to sweets, but he always has to drink medicine, which makes his mouth tasteless and the root of his tongue bitter, which can be relieved only by sweets.

The carriage passed by a corner shop, Ning Juan glanced at it, and suddenly asked: "The sugar shop over there seems to be doing a good job, has the teacher been there?"

Lu Qing didn't know if he had been there before. He glanced at it and saw that it looked like an old store. The signboards hung were also very ordinary. Let's go."

Ning Juan's smile suddenly stopped, and he took a deep look at Lu Qingze.

He just saw that Lu Qingze was not very interested, so he had a whim to try it out - that shop only started selling sugar water in the past two years.

Ning Juan remembered the strange custom Lu Qing brought up on the night of his birthday.

He suddenly felt a little excited to spy on Lu Qingze's secret.

A long time ago, he was full of curiosity about Lu Qingze, such as Lu Qingze's understanding of many courtiers and his predictions that always hit the mark.

It was as if he was not from this world, but a god who descended from the sky.

The teacher is indeed like a fairy like a moon, not only in his demeanor, but also in his character.

That kind of seemingly approachable, but always has an indifferent sense of alienation from others, as if there is a natural barrier, no matter how close you are, you can't touch the real him.

Before he knew what he wanted, Ning Juan always wanted to get closer to him, and get closer.

More so now.

He wanted to see Lu Qingze clearly.

Ning Juan's complexion remained unchanged, and he sat down next to Lu Qingze, and hugged his hand stickily: "Speaking of which, the birthday of Teacher's uncle's death is coming soon, but we have to return to Beijing in two days, so we won't be able to make it. Shall I accompany the teacher to burn incense?"

Lu Qing was about to nod his head, but when he nodded halfway, he stopped abruptly, and looked at Ning Juan suspiciously: "Guoguo, do you still remember the wrong time?

Although he was not very clear about the exact date of death of Uncle Yuanchen, since he died of illness before going to Beijing for the exam, Chunwei was in March, and it would not take more than two months to rush from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to the capital.

How could it not be the death day at this time.

Lu Qing looked at Ning Juan, who was full of innocence, kindly.

This brat is testing him?

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze (person): Not good, he is testing me, is he trying to pull me to dance the Great God to exorcise evil spirits?

Ning Juan (dog hook): Knowing the teacher will help you to fall in love with the teacher more deeply!