Raising Wolves

Everything after that was a bit like a hazy dream.

Ning Juan sat motionless in the heavy snow, hugging the burnt corpse until Zheng Yao sent someone to rush to find the coffin, and he refused to let go.

Large flakes of crystal clear snowflakes fell one after another, and the surrounding wind was bone-chillingly cold. Even if the guards were holding umbrellas, how could they bear it if they sat down like this!

Zheng Yao was not feeling well. During this period of time, he saw all sorts of things between His Majesty and Lord Lu, and he only felt that His Majesty's affection for Lord Lu might be pure and born of instinctive possessiveness. After all, Lord Lu's The face is indeed stunning.

Now it seems that this feeling may not be so superficial.

He gritted his teeth, and boldly bent down: "Your Majesty, forgive me for offending me."

After saying that, he wanted to break Ning Juan's hand holding the corpse.

Ning Juan was trapped in his own consciousness, ignoring the outside world, until Zheng Yao stretched out his hand, he had no reaction, thinking that Zheng Yao was here to snatch Lu Qing, he left, and suddenly became furious, with a cold light shining in his eyes : "Get out of the way! Don't touch him!"

His reaction seemed to be only subconscious, and there was still a few traces of despair and silence on the young and handsome face.

Zheng Yao knelt down on the ground and begged, "Your Majesty, if you stay here any longer, Master Lu will freeze too."

These words awakened Ning Juan's few traces of rationality.

The teacher is in poor health and is afraid of cold and heat. In summer, he dislikes the heat on his body and doesn’t like him getting too close. In winter, his hands and feet are cold, and he can’t sleep well even if he is burning. He sleeps until midnight. It's cold, but at this moment, she doesn't dislike him anymore, like a proud cat, willing to lie beside him and absorb a little warmth.

The corner of Ning Juan's mouth curled up, followed by a huge grief that choked in his throat, as if something was stuck in his throat, making him unable to swallow.

Huai Xue is afraid of the cold.

Ning Juan stiffly picked up the charred corpse and got up, breathing lightly, carefully put him into the coffin, stared at the familiar outline for a long time without blinking, and then ordered hoarsely: "Go back to Beijing."

It took a whole night to travel from the capital, but it took two full days to carry the coffin back to Beijing.

Lu Qing sent the body of General Shi back to Mobei for burial. On the way back, the post house was flooded. The news of his death flew all over the capital ahead of time, shocking countless people.

When Fan Xingyan heard the news, he dropped the inkstone by mistake. Chen Xiaodao, who was waiting for Lu Qingze to land in the Duke's mansion, also "slapped" and dropped an antique vase. Cheng Wenang swayed and fell down the stone steps. They couldn't believe it, and asked repeatedly for confirmation, their faces blank.

Some people clapped their hands in secret.

This unsightly Lu Qingze finally disappeared.

When Ning Juan returned to the capital with the coffin, it was early in the morning, but the clouds were all over the place. Thick black clouds surged over the capital, making people breathless.

Chen Xiaodao, Fan Xingyan and many officials who were familiar with Lu Qingze were waiting at the gate of the city.

Chen Xiaodao's eyes were red from crying, and he finally held back, seeing the coffin, his nose was sore, and he cried again.

Now he regrets not practicing calligraphy well.

In the future, the son will not write any more posts to him, so let him follow suit.

Everyone could bear it, but when they heard Chen Xiaodao crying, they couldn't help crying. Fan Xingyan held back his grief, took a deep breath, and bowed to Ning Juan: "Your Majesty, please investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Others also bowed to Ning Juan one after another: "I beg Your Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly!"

How can a good post house suddenly flood, and it can't be extinguished even if it is splashed?

There are too many people in Beijing who intend to kill Lu Qing.

Ning Juan glanced at these people indifferently, without saying a word, and passed directly with the coffin.

Chen Xiaodao chased after him quickly, Zheng Yao glanced at him, and seeing that His Majesty hadn't said a word, he leaned over and lifted Chen Xiaodao, grabbed him and took it with him immediately.

Back in the palace, the coffin rests in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The guards in charge of escorting Lu Qingze also followed back to the palace, knelt on the ground anxiously waiting for punishment, everyone was ready for the imminent death penalty.

In the two days since he returned to the capital from the posthouse, Ning Juan had already sobered up a lot, and glanced at the guards expressionlessly. After the extreme grief, it was hard to hide the murderous intent in his heart.

It was these useless things that failed to rescue the teacher from the fire in time.

At that time, the teacher was clearly separated from them by such a small distance, and he could clearly find out by turning around...

Thick smoke was billowing, tongues of fire were licking, how painful and frightening would he be when he couldn't breathe well in his sleep?

Ning Juan stared at these people gloomily for a long time, and was about to give an order when he glanced at Chen Xiaodao who was still wiping away tears from the corner of his eye, and suddenly heard what Lu Qingze said to him when they parted at the gate of the city that day.

Never take your anger out on and kill innocent people.

But don't be merciful to those who do it.

To kill the right person.

He looked into Lu Qingze's eyes and nodded in agreement.

Ning Juan curled up and loosened his knuckles hanging by his side, and after repeating several times, he said coldly: "Everyone go down and get thirty sticks, and don't appear in front of me again in the future."

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on Zheng Yao: "Zheng Yao was not effective in governing. Afterwards, he was given [-] rods and punished for three years."

Hearing this imperial order, everyone including Zheng Yao was dumbfounded.

It's not that this punishment is too heavy, but too light, it's really a punishment.

They all followed him to the right of the river, and they knew how much His Majesty cherished Lord Lu. Now that Lord Lu was in such a catastrophe, their guards were weak, and they didn't see any blood.

Zheng Yao was the first to react, and hurriedly led everyone to kowtow: "I will accept the crime!"

Ning Juan didn't look at them again, and called Changshun to tell Lu Qingze what to do next.

He promised Lu Qingze.

If he doesn't do it, the teacher will be very disappointed, right?

Although he saw Lu Qingze's coffin with his own eyes, Changshun still felt unreal as if in a dream.

Lu Qing was sick and torn, and always looked like he would not live for three days, but after all these years, Mr. Lu is still fine.

Now, Mr. Lu, are you gone?

Never see you again?

Seeing that Ning Juan's face looked extraordinarily calm, with no other abnormalities visible, Chang Shun tightly grabbed the small handkerchief, took a breath, and wrote down all His Majesty's orders.

Ning Juan wanted Lu Qingze's funeral to be held in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, with an incomparably grand and royal standard.

Chang Shun has no time to think about whether this is in line with etiquette.

Mr. Lu is gone, so what's the etiquette?

He knew Ning Juan's temper very well.

Your Majesty is still restrained now because Master Lu's funeral has not been arranged yet. When Master Lu's funeral is arranged, those who are still laughing secretly think that Lu Qing is dead. Can a person who is comfortable again have a peaceful day?

As soon as the news got out, there was indeed another quarrel in the court about this matter.

Mr. Xu Ge directly brought a group of ministers to see him, and strongly opposed Lu Qingze's funeral in the palace. Lu Qingze's subordinates also came here, and they all agreed with His Majesty's proposal. The more they are honored, the more they will be able to resolve the depression in their chests.

Whether it is low-key or not, Master Lu is gone, they don't care anymore!

In the past, Ning Juan would listen to the remonstrances that Lu Qingze handed over from time to time. After all, many of these courtiers supported him from the beginning. Refuse to do things sincerely.

But now without Lu Qingze's persuasion, and these people are so ignorant, Ning Juan will not be lenient again.

He actually doesn't care what these people think of him, and what will be recorded in the history books.

Hearing the constant quarrels below, Ning Juan put on the lid of the teacup without expression, and with a "dang", everyone stopped for a while and looked at it one after another.

"From today onwards, it will last seven days."

Hearing the words Ning Juan uttered, all the officials were in an uproar, Xu Ge's face was stinky, and he wanted to say more, but Ning Juan got up and left the South Study Room directly, Chang Shun bowed with a smile on his face Body: "Old Xu Ge, please go."

Wherever a group of speech officials were willing to leave, they immediately prepared to kneel outside the Qianqing Palace. Chang Shun took a look, and instead of asking the guards to drag them away, asked them to prepare a few basins of water and pour them on the place where these people were kneeling.

Counting nine cold days, a basin of water was poured down, and it quickly froze, soaking the clothes. When the wind blew again, the chill was not comparable to simply kneeling in the snow. Being able to curse the eunuch's viciousness in his heart, he retreated temporarily.

Ning Juan indifferently ignored the news of the officer kneeling down to remonstrate, and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

When he stepped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look in the direction of the deep palace.

There is the newly repaired palace there.

It is beautiful and full of elegance and interest. The inscription on it is "Yin Xuexuan".

It was a cage carefully prepared for Lu Qingze.

He planned to hide Lu Qingze when he came back from Mobei.

The teacher is soft-hearted, and he will always make him agree.

Staying there, Lu Qing will no longer be disturbed by the ups and downs of the outside world, can be well protected by him, and will not be hurt again.

Ning Juan stared there for a long time.

The guard who had been by his side for a long time couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Your Majesty?"

Ning Juan slowly withdrew his gaze: "Yongfeng Yinxuexuan, no one is allowed to enter or leave, anyone who trespasses will be killed."

With that, he stepped across the threshold.

Changshun ordered people to prepare quickly, and the mourning hall was tidied up. Chen Xiaodao was kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper and whispering, "My lord, have you seen the great general? If you keep company with him, you won't be on the road." Being bullied...today is your birthday..."

As he spoke, he choked up a little.

Ning Juan stopped and thought blankly, yes, today is Lu Qingze's birthday.

A few days ago, he was still looking forward to this day, thinking that Lu Qing would be able to come back today. From then on, Huai Xue was his own Huai Xue, and he didn't have to worry about those worldly eyes anymore, what he wanted to call Lu Qing Then, call it whatever you want.

From now on, every birthday of Lu Qingze will be spent in such emptiness.

Ning Juan's footsteps suddenly trembled a little, and when he walked to the coffin, he staggered a bit, his eyes darkened, and he was so half-conscious.

After driving for three nights without sleep, even Ning Juan couldn't stand under this blow.

Changshun urgently invited Xu Shu to the palace, gave Ning Juan an injection, and forcibly administered the medicine.

Ning Juan was unconscious but awake, in a strange state.

Clearly lying in the warm as spring bedroom, with the soft bed under his body, he seems to have returned to the time when he stayed in the cold palace, the coldness seemed to seep in from all directions through the broken window, he was alone Wrapped in a quilt as cold as ice, no matter how hard you try to curl yourself up into a small ball, you will be eroded by the cold.

Those warm hands will never reach out again.

Looking at Ning Juan's pale face, Chang Shun was very worried, and whispered to Xu Shu about Ning Juan's situation: "...Master Zheng said that after His Majesty saw Master Lu's body that day, he vomited blood, but when he arrived... I haven't cried yet..."

Xu Shu realized something was wrong belatedly.

In the past, he only thought that the relationship between teachers and students was really good, but now seeing Ning Juan's appearance, this is not a teacher-student relationship that can be justified.

Lu Qing is not only Ning Juan's teacher, but also someone he likes.

Xu Shu couldn't understand the heart-wrenching pain of losing a loved one. With this kind of empathy, the shock of knowing this unethical relationship was covered up, and it was not so surprising.

Xu Shu shook his head and said, "This is a heart disease, and I can't cure it."

He reminded in a low voice cryptically: "Look carefully at Your Majesty."

Ning Juan actually heard it all, and felt a little ridiculous.

The person who attacked Lu Qingze has not been found yet, so how could he seek death and life.

After Xu Shu left, Ning Juan slowly rolled over and got out of bed, Chang Shun quickly came to help him: "Your Majesty, why are you up, should you take a rest?"

Ning Juan ignored him: "It's time for Zheng Yao to come back."

He couldn't be more clear in his heart, who would have opinions on the New Deal, and who would kill Lu Qing.

He had no reason to touch these people, but he didn't expect that before he had time to hide Lu Qingze, these people would attack Lu Qingze.

Ning Juan was very accurate in his prediction. He just got up and drank the medicine prescribed by Xu Shu when Zheng Yao came back with the list he found.

Zheng Yao's face was not very good-looking, and he presented the list to Ning Juan: "Your Majesty, there are quite a lot of people involved."

Lu Qingze's political views are beneficial to the common people, but he offends the dignitaries, princes and nobles in the capital. Every time they get a little profit, they hold a grudge against Lu Qingze.

Even if those benefits are not important to them, even if they dump the overflowing rice grains in their homes to the livestock in captivity, they will not give a ration to the hungry victims.

Ning Juan glanced at it, and as expected, all the names in his heart were on the list.

Zheng Yao asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

"Search for evidence," Ning Juan threw the list casually, and the paper full of names flew down, and when it landed in front of Zheng Yao's eyes, the emperor's cold voice fell immediately, "Don't let any one go."

This is to copy the house.

Zheng Yao shivered silently, kowtowed, and took the order to leave.

It's snowing again outside.

Ning Juan put on his outer robe and returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Chen Xiaodao was tired from crying and had already been taken away. The rest of the people, such as Fan Xingyan, could only come to offer incense and were not allowed to stay in the mourning hall.

The teacher is happy.

Finally, there was no one else around.

Ning Juan walked to the coffin and sat there for a long time. It was getting darker, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear the sound of burning candles. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the cold coffin, but he could not smell a trace of comfort. Familiar with Meixiang.

"teacher……"

Ning Juan was in a daze.

He had already forgotten how long ago it was the last time he sat quietly with Lu Qingze, without arguing or testing each other.

In the past few months, Lu Qing has been trapped in the court's disputes and his pressing step by step, and has suffered a lot of grievances.

His eyes were red, and he said softly, "I won't let you be wronged again."

On the first night of Lu Qing's death, Jin Yiwei was ordered to scatter all over the central capital, kicking open the first door of the house.

Followed by the second, and the third.

A few days ago, the Imperial Prison was filled with guards and rebels. After killing all of them, it wasn't long before it was empty, and it became lively again.

When it was daytime, Zheng Yao took a breath, but when he heard the news, everyone who had planned together in private changed their expressions.

Since His Majesty personally carried the coffin into the city yesterday, parked Lu Qingze's coffin in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and held a royal-style funeral in violation of the rules, they felt a little uneasy.

Didn't it mean that His Majesty has no teacher-student affection for Lu Qingze, and is ready to kill him at another day?

Didn't it mean that His Majesty looked at Lu Qingze many times with impatient killing intent in his eyes, which was extremely terrifying?

They obviously did things according to His Majesty's will, how could this happen?

Could it be that His Majesty and Lu Qing just acted for them, and they never broke up at all?

When they were frightened, Ning Juan was concentrating on taking care of Lu Qingze's funeral, staying in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, almost never resting, sleeping, eating or drinking, which made Chang Shun afraid that His Majesty would really be overwhelmed.

This was not the case, Ning Juan just couldn't feel tired and couldn't eat.

The only thing that can make him look away from staring at the coffin every day is Zheng Yao's reply.

"Your Majesty, the person who is mainly planning this matter is Elder Xu Ge's son-in-law Jing Pingwai... Elder Feng Ge's eldest son is also involved."

When Zheng Yao reported back, his eyelids kept twitching.

Elder Xu Ge is nothing more than a sour old man with a high self-esteem. If it weren't for the fact that he was young and experienced, he would have been fired a long time ago. Son-in-law Fan Xingyan is still a good friend of Mr. Lu.

Probably because in front of Lu Qingze's coffin, Ning Juan didn't show too scary a look, and wrote lightly: "After Jing Pinghou's family has been killed, Xu Ping should retire and retire. Lu Yao back home, there are many bandits, Take care."

Hearing the murderous intent behind these words, Zheng Yao's eyelids twitched even more: "I understand."

Ning Juan was quiet for a while, and said lightly: "Mr. Feng Ge has also started to lose his eyesight. Let him recuperate at home. White-haired people send black-haired people, so they should take a break."

Seeing that Ning Juan didn't involve Fan Xingyan, Zheng Yao couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Besides Lu Qingze, who else can trap His Majesty?

Zheng Yao took the order and was about to leave when Ning Juan handed him several letters: "Send it out."

On that day, apart from the news that the two cabinet ministers were also implicated and several families were taken away spread throughout the capital, there was also another news.

It was a letter written by Lu Qingze to His Majesty in the past.

In the letter, he recommended many officials to His Majesty. What is shocking is that in this list of recommendations, there are not only people who support Lu Qingze and have good friends with Lu Qingze, but also many people who are very fond of Lu Qingze. Dissatisfied, officials who often appeal to impeachment.

Among them, there are many underappreciated talents. Under the pressure of the former guards, they were depressed, until they were suddenly favored by His Majesty.

They were afraid that Lu Qing would collude with his party members again and cause factional disputes after being rebelled by the guards. Even if Lu Qing didn't show any performance, they still had doubts in their hearts.

As a result, tell them now that His Majesty chose them because of Lu Qingze.

Lu Qing is their bole, the one who is kind to them.

And when they were fiercely admonishing His Majesty, Lu Qing just watched from a distance without saying a word, never complained, and never mentioned these things.

Many courtiers who had been Lu Qingze's opponents in the court inevitably began to toss and turn.

The emperor was young when he was admitted to the imperial examination. He was sick and weak. He supported His Majesty, favored all officials, and put forward political opinions that all benefited the people. He thought of Daqi Guozuo, but he was constantly attacked by them who worried that he would become more powerful until he died at the hands of traitors. Did not retaliate against them in the slightest.

Lu Qing is not the powerful and treacherous generation they imagined.

Why should such a clean and honest person be treated like this?

After the frantic, intense, contagious and exciting emotions of the previous few months subsided, many officials felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

Aren't they now the most despised ungrateful, loyal and loyal people?

They really... did it wrong.

The number of people suffering from the death of the emperor's teacher increased, and many courtiers gradually calmed down, no longer admonishing His Majesty to kill less, and no longer disputed about placing Lu Qingze's coffin in the palace.

It was as if they had reached some kind of tacit agreement in silence.

This house raid ended in Lu Qingze's first seven days, and there was not a single person who should be buried with him.

After the first seven days, it's time for burial.

Ning Juan hadn't had time to let Lu Qingze accept his liking. If Lu Qingze was buried in the imperial tomb, he might not be happy, but if Lu Qingze was buried in another place, he would not be willing either.

After sitting in front of the coffin for a whole night, Ning Juan gave orders hoarsely and tiredly, and chose the cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing, a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Lu Qing would like it if it was quiet.

This time he was willing to choose Lu Qingze's choice.

The coffin was transported out of the capital by the funeral procession. Many people along the way learned that it was Mr. Lu's coffin, and some of them stopped and bowed to the coffin.

Although many of Lu Qingze's policies offended high-ranking officials and nobles, they were genuinely beneficial to the common people. The common people knew that Mr. Lu implemented them, and they all remembered his kindness.

Chen Xiaodao couldn't help crying again, sobbing and following at the end of the funeral procession, whispered: "My lord, many people sent you off... You and the great general are gone, Lin Xi is not here, I am so lonely alone .”

Even if all the people who secretly murdered Lu Qingze have been executed, what's the point?

Killing those people will not make Lu Qingze come back.

When the coffin was being buried, Ning Juan, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but took a few steps towards that side, wanting to grab something.

In the end, there was only a ray of breeze passing by the fingertips, and it passed away as soon as it circled around the fingertips.

He looked at Chen Xiaodao who was about to cry, and felt envious inexplicably in his heart.

It's not that he is not sad, nor is it that he wants to maintain the majesty of the emperor.

It's just that his tears seemed to have dried up when he saw Lu Qingze, and he couldn't cry.

The coffin was buried in the ground, and he could no longer smell the quiet plum fragrance in the teacher's hair.

Lu Qing took the word for him, but he had never heard Lu Qing call him Jiwei.

When returning to Beijing, Ning Juan was silent all the way, entered the city, suddenly got out of the carriage, got on the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and galloped away.

The guards were taken aback, and hurriedly followed, all the way through the streets, and finally the horse stopped in front of the gate of Lu Mansion, opened the door and walked in.

Seeing the plaque of the Lu Mansion, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and followed in cautiously. Seeing that Ning Juan didn't stop all the way until he reached the study room where Mr. Lu usually works, Zheng Yao finally understood, stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop, and said in a low voice : "Stay nearby, don't disturb His Majesty, be alert."

During the few days when Lu Qingze left, the palace carefully repaired by Ning Juan was about to be completed. He was busy arranging the details of the palace himself, and waited happily for Lu Qingze to move in. He hadn't been to Lu's mansion for a long time.

As far as he was concerned, he used to come to Lu's residence often just because Lu Qing was there. If Lu Qing wasn't there, even the luxurious palace would be just a cold and lonely place.

When I walked into the study, I could still smell a faint plum fragrance, which filled a certain vacancy in my heart.

The books on the table were still flipping, and he could almost imagine Lu Qing sitting here in the past, wrapped in a cloak and handling official business.

The window of the study seemed to have been forgotten to close, a gust of cold wind came in, blowing away the crumbling plum fragrance, Ning Juan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly wanted to close the window.

He stepped forward, but was suddenly stunned.

A crystal clear ice lamp hung by the window.

After meticulous and patient repairs, the ice lamp has returned to its former exquisiteness and beauty, swaying silently in the wind.

At that moment, Ning Juan's heart seemed to be constricting violently, and the pain that his soul was being torn apart made him hold on to the table. The pain caused his breathing to be disordered, and he was about to retch, but when he lowered his head, he saw something on the table. The pages of the book were rustling by the wind, and a letter came into view under the paperweight next to it.

"Ji Wei kisses me."

Ning Juan's fingertips trembled, and he pulled the letter out from under the paperweight. After reading the four words for an unknown amount of time, he carefully took out the letter paper inside.

The familiar handwriting came into view.

It was a very long letter, perhaps because he thought he would come to Lu Manor to see it. In the letter, with Ning Juan's familiar gentle tone, he told Ning Juan how to solve the troublesome problems in the imperial court. The direction of dealing with the aftermath.

On weekdays, Ning Juan hated Lu Qingze talking about business with him the most, but now he couldn't help but read each word carefully, reluctant to miss a single stroke.

Lu Qing wrote very plain vernacular.

At the end of the letter, it was for Ning Juan.

"Although the friendship between you and me is broken, to me, you will always be the best and the student I am most proud of."

"I don't understand the word love, but young love is like fire, and it is easy to burn others and burn yourself. I don't want you to regret it after many years."

"If you meet someone you like again, don't do this."

"But please cherish your body. May your majesty's rivers and mountains be clean and peaceful, and the world will be peaceful."

Ning Juan read it carefully, feeling a little cold on his face.

After a long while, he realized that it was tears.

From the moment I read the words on the envelope, tears fell unknowingly.

He stroked the last line of writing with his fingertips, pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, laughed, and then buried his head silently.

The young emperor sat in the empty study room, his shoulders trembling, and he sobbed softly: "Teacher... I was wrong."

He didn't want to hide Lu Qingze.

If he did it all over again, he would be fine as long as Lu Qing was there.

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