Raising Wolves

Seeing the people in the carriage clearly, Ning Cong was stunned.

Even though he was used to seeing beauties, he had never seen such... such.

He just sat there, and people couldn't take their eyes off him.

Ning Cong couldn't even find an adjective for a while, and his greedy eyes went up and down. If the eyes could be turned into reality, he would be able to tear off Lu Qingze's clothes.

Lu Qing sat in the carriage, observing the King of Shu with a calm expression.

The latter's body was hollowed out by the wine, and his handsome face was devastated to a dull gray with sunken eye sockets.

Kidney deficiency at first glance.

Lu Qing asked calmly: "Does His Royal Highness have any advice?"

The light-colored lips opened and closed slightly, and without the cover of the car curtain, the cold voice fell into the ear, which was even more attractive. Ning Cong only felt his heart go numb, and his whole body felt hot.

This little emperor is really a blessing!

Such stunning looks, to let him give lectures, is really reckless.

This beauty still has a tear mole under her left eye. When she raised her eyes, the tails of her eyes were thick and gaudy, which made people want to make the corners of his eyes red.

Ning Cong stretched out his hand involuntarily.

Before he touched Lu Qingze, his hand was held down.

Ning Juan's complexion was extremely bad, and every word was covered with a ghastly gloom: "King of Shu, my grand master, have you seen enough?"

He was called "Uncle Emperor" just now, but calling him by his title now is a blatant warning.

After all, this is the palace, Ning Cong had to withdraw his hand, his eyes were still glued to Lu Qingze, and his tone was contemptuous: "I said, why did your majesty hide it? If there is such a beauty in this palace, she will hide it from others. look."

Lu Qingze's eyes became a little colder.

In his previous life, he was often harassed by others, but he couldn't get angry casually, so he hated others commenting on his appearance like this.

Ning Juan's chest was boiling with great anger, and there was no expression on his face.

Ning Cong said loudly: "This king is hosting a banquet tonight to cleanse the dust. Why don't Mr. Lu come and sit at my house?"

"The lower official is sick and unwell," Lu Qing said indifferently, "I'm afraid I will disappoint the good intentions of the prince."

Being rejected, Ning Cong was not unhappy, but licked his lips excitedly.

Ordinary people are sick, their complexion is not good-looking, and their complexion is damaged. This Lu Taifu is sick, but his complexion seems to be three points more full, and his frail state makes people feel more angry.

Ning Cong became more and more determined to get him: "Since Mrs. Lu is not easy to walk around, why don't I go to your house."

Ning Juan stared at Ning Cong with cold eyes, hiding a frivolous hostility: "Shu King, enough is enough."

"This king just wants to make friends with Mr. Lu." Ning Cong glanced at him, not paying much attention, "As long as Mr. Lu is willing, His Majesty will not have any opinions, right?"

Lu Qingze didn't refuse just now, isn't it intentional if he didn't refuse?

Ning Cong glanced at Lu Qingze again, and saw that he was wearing a snow-white fox fur, his cold face was softened a bit, he was not messed up, his waist was upright and straight, just thinking about it, he could hold such a person under his body to do whatever he wanted , My heart itches badly.

Based on this appearance, it is not impossible to give him the position of a side concubine.

Just as he was dreaming, Ning Juan raised the corners of his mouth coldly: "So that's the case, presumably back then, uncle also wanted to make friends with Grandpa Taizu's concubine."

As soon as these words came out, even Chang Shun, who followed bravely, had his eyelids twitch.

The other servants desperately moved aside quietly, trying to reduce their sense of existence, for fear of harming Chi Yu.

Ning Cong's face darkened instantly.

This scandal caused him to be ridiculed all the time, his face was lost, and he was finally thrown to the distant Shu land.

After Taizu died, no one dared to mention this matter in front of him.

But no matter how much you look down on this bratty little emperor, he is still an emperor.

A murderous look flashed across Ning Cong's eyes, he snorted coldly, shook his face and left.

The beautiful attendant who followed him into the palace hurriedly followed and shouted: "My lord, wait a minute!"

When Ning Cong thought of Lu Qingze's face, and then looked at this pet that he was quite satisfied with last night, he became even more upset.

It's full of unrefined vulgar fans.

After Ning Cong left, Lu Qing pressed the center of his eyebrows with a slight headache.

It was windy outside, and the little emperor had a sullen face and didn't know what he was thinking. His face was a little red from the blowing. He stretched out his hand and pulled Ning Juan into the sedan chair, and nodded at a group of trembling servants: "Go back to Qianqing Palace."

Ning Juan remained silent.

Just now he caught a cold, and his throat felt uncomfortable, Lu Qing coughed twice, and said with a smile: "It's the minister who is being targeted, not Your Majesty, why should I show my face?"

Ning Juan pursed his lips tightly, and said after a while, "I just think I'm useless."

"What did your Majesty say?" Lu Qing coaxed him, "Didn't you just assassinate the King of Shu?"

Ning Juan's face is still not very good-looking.

Lu Qing continued to coax: "If it wasn't for His Majesty who came to save the scene, I don't know what will happen. I am very happy that you can come here to help me."

He said it fluently, and forgot to call himself for a while, and Ning Juan didn't remind him, his face softened a little, and he looked at Lu Qingze, and frowned again: "That rascal will definitely not stop here."

Lu Qing saw that the little emperor's hand was red from the cold, reached out to hold his hand, rubbed it lightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm a big man, maybe he can snatch me away in the street."

Ning Juan's eyelashes trembled.

Lu Qingze's health was not good, and his hands naturally couldn't get much warmer.

But being held by those warm and delicate hands is like being covered by a piece of silky satin, and the faint but real warmth penetrates through the place where the skin touches, bit by bit.

For some reason, he froze when he wanted to withdraw his hand.

Lu Qing did this subconsciously, and it took him a while to recover.

As mentioned in the original book, the tyrant has hated physical contact with people since he was a child, and the front and rear palaces were empty until his death.

There were a few overreaching, trying to seduce Ning Juan, but as a result, wherever they met him, they were chopped off.

His scalp was numb, so he quickly withdrew his hand and stuffed the stove over.

The last time I taught him how to write, this time it was out of kindness to warm him up, isn't it intentional contact?

Ning Juan: "..."

He was holding a hand stove with a significantly higher temperature, his eyelashes were drooping, and his eyes fell on those thin and fair hands, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Why don't you warm him up with your hands?

The two sat opposite each other with their own thoughts, and after a while, Ning Juan continued the topic: "Not necessarily."

Lu Qing raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"It's nothing new for the King of Shu to bully men and women in his fiefdom," Ning Juan said sullenly, "Besides, he is a prince and you are a courtier. If he insists on inviting you out, you can't refuse again and again."

Makes sense.

Lu Qing was hit by this unexpected disaster and had a headache: "If you refuse, just refuse, everyone knows that I am sick anyway."

"Then like just now, he is going to your house?" Ning Juan asked back.

Lu Qingze: "..."

"At least in the palace, within my line of sight, he dare not do anything to you." The little emperor's handsome face looked very serious, "Anyway, you have to come to the palace to give lectures every day, and Wei Herong will not tolerate it." The feudal king has stayed in Beijing for too long, when Ning Cong is in Beijing, you should stay in the palace."

This is the only way to go, but Lu Qing said helplessly: "Thank you, Your Majesty - then please send someone to Lu's mansion and tell the people in my mansion that I will not go back for the time being."

Ning Juan twitched his brows, remembering that he said there was someone in the mansion, and pinched the delicate hand stove: "I will send Changshun in a while, who should I bring the message to?"

"Chen Xiaodao."

It didn't sound like a woman's name, Ning Juan pretended to ask casually, "Who is he?"

"The steward of the minister's mansion," Lu Qing smiled, "he is also the minister's younger brother, a few years older than your majesty."

younger brother?

Ning Juan pursed his lips, Yuxue's small face turned dark.

Lu Qing didn't notice it, and was still pondering: "By the way, please ask Changshun to help me take some copybooks out. Xiaodao is also practicing calligraphy every day. When I'm not around, I can only let him make a copybook."

There was a storm between Ning Juan's brows, and his voice was raised by a degree: "You teach him calligraphy?!"

Lu Qing was at a loss: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Ning Juan said angrily: "Do you still remember that you are my teacher!"

How can you teach others!

Lu Qing smiled strangely: "Your Majesty, so you know that I am your teacher?"

Ning Juan: "..."

The little emperor's unreasonable anger lasted all morning, and his anger still persisted during lunch.

Lu Qing thought he had done nothing wrong and was not going to spoil the child.

Parents have no bottom line, and those who are used to it are bear children, and the little emperor has to be twisted with his blackened temper, so he just let it air without being coaxed, and gave lectures calmly.

On the contrary, Changshun went out of the palace and brought back several packs of prepackaged medicinal materials.

It is inconvenient to mention the reason why Lu Qing could not leave the palace. Chen Xiaodao was a clever person, and asked about it on the sidelines, so he didn't ask any more questions. He was just worried about Lu Qingze's health, and asked Chang Shun to supervise Lu Qingze to drink the medicine, and asked his elders to pass by the way In other words, he will take good care of everything at home, so that Lu Qing will take care of him in the palace with peace of mind, and he will wait for him to go home at home and so on.

Eager and earnest, he seemed to care about Lu Qing very much.

The little emperor was quite upset when he heard it, and snorted: "There is no medicine in the palace."

Lu Qing glanced at him.

Ning Juan read the book for three seconds, then raised his head again: "I'll let the imperial physician come and prescribe you a new prescription. What kind of quack doctor did your brother hire? It's been a few days, and he still keeps coughing."

Lu Qing listened to him quietly, took a sip of hot tea, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I've wanted to ask since just now."

Ning Juan: "?"

"Do you have any opinion on the minister's younger brother?"

"...Heh," Ning Juan's face froze slightly, "How could I have any objections to a little housekeeper!"

The author has something to say:

Little Emperor: Break down like a kitten.