Raising Wolves

Since Lu Qing left, Ning Juan often dreams.

In more than 1000 long nights, he could only hope to see Lu Qingze in his dreams, but he never saw him.

Every time, he could only see a fleeting figure or a blurry silhouette. Even in his dream, Lu Qing was running away from him.

Even if it's just a silhouette, it can't be touched.

That shadow would always disappear without a trace when he stepped forward cautiously.

The most recent time, he looked at the familiar figure and begged him not to disappear, but the moment he stepped forward to hug him, his arms became empty.

Only a handful of embers from the fire remained.

Ning Juan fell into an abyss, woke up with cold sweat on his forehead, opened his eyes, and only had a cold dress that had lost its breath long ago in his arms.

After seeing the spirit card that Lu Qing asked Duan Lingguang to make, he knew that Lu Qing was going to die on purpose.

It turned out that he would rather die than stay with him.

Trance and torment.

Severe headache, accompanied by insomnia all night, Ning Juan felt that he was split in two, and everything in the past tortured him repeatedly.

Half hated himself, half hated Lu Qingze's ruthlessness.

In the first year, he begged Lu Qingze to come back and see him in his dream.

In the second year, he tried to bring back Lu Qingze's soul.

By the third year, he began to sink into a quagmire of numbness and despair, peacefully motionless, waiting to be swallowed up.

Lu Qing wants him to be a wise king through the ages, so he will be. If he wants Haiyan and Heqing, he will create a peaceful and prosperous world.

After a hundred years, he will be buried with Lu Qingze.

It's the fourth year now.

In the long dark and cold night, he was alone, walking alone, so exhausted that he would fall down in a second, but in the darkness, he suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance of plum.

The eyes are suddenly bright.

Under the effect of the medicine, Lu Qing fell powerlessly.

Ning Juan was already prepared, stepped forward, and gently caught Lu Qingze.

The soft and thin body unconsciously leaned into his arms, slipping and falling, as if it had come to him on its own initiative.

Ning Juan put his arms around his waist, wishing to use all his strength to lock this ruthless person in his arms, so that he could never take a step away, but deep down in his heart, he understood the fragility of this body even more, and the conflict was so tense. His breathing was short and his eyes were red. After a while, he ordered in a hoarse voice: "Bring a wet handkerchief."

The hidden guard guarding the door stepped forward silently, and handed over a wet handkerchief, not daring to glance at it unnecessarily.

Ning Juan slowly wiped off the disguise of the person in his arms with a veil.

After the ordinary mask was wiped off, the familiar face gradually reappeared in front of my eyes.

Slightly twisted brows, slender eye ends like thick ink, bright tear moles, pathological flush under the cheekbones covered by lead powder, and moist red lips.

Everything was familiar deep in his soul.

"Using the same method twice is useless." Ning Juan squeezed out a few words between his teeth, his chest heaving violently, dropped the veil, and lowered his head to whisper in Lu Qingze's ear, "Teacher, I won't admit my mistake again. is you."

The moment he saw the back of the man standing by the river to buy flowers, he recognized it.

It was the ethereal figure he had seen countless times in his dreams.

How dare Lu Qing just appear in front of him like this?

Even if he changed his body shape, he could still smell the smell that belonged to Lu Qingze alone.

It's just that he wasn't sure if this was another dream, or he had lost his mind and had hallucinations from the unbearable torture.

Until Lu Qing raised his head and looked at him for a moment.

The familiar clear and shallow eyes were embedded in an ordinary face, and he suddenly understood.

Ning Juan endured, seeing Lu Qing pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of him, seeing him pretending to be vulgar on purpose, and the moment Lu Qing fell into his arms, he felt as if he had found a treasure, and wished he could just hug him back to the palace.

But he has been waiting for three years, and there is nothing he can't bear.

But he really couldn't bear it for that long, and being able to bear it until now was already his limit.

Ning Juan untied his cloak, wrapped Lu Qingze's whole body, covered his head and face.

Immediately, he leaned over slightly, picked up Lu Qingze, like a wolf who had successfully hunted but was afraid of his prey being coveted, eagerly held him in his mouth, and strode out of the inn.

In the afternoon, Chang Shun was given countless orders that stunned him. He had just made the arrangement and arrived with his royal driver, when he saw His Majesty carrying out a man wrapped in a cloak, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

There were Jinyiwei guards all over the inn, and the residents had been taken away one by one for interrogation. At this moment, the manager of the inn was also taken away. Everyone dared not speak up, and lowered their eyes as if they didn't see it.

What is His Majesty doing?

The ones he was asked to prepare in the afternoon... What are they going to do again?

And this person, could it be the person whose back looks like Mr. Lu in the daytime?

Chang Shun had countless questions in his heart, but seeing His Majesty's obviously abnormal appearance, he didn't dare to ask, so he could only swallow his doubts back to his stomach, and watched Ning Juan hug someone, get into the carriage, and get out of the carriage. Two words came out: "Return to the palace."

After a pause, three more words: "Steady."

The carriage moved slowly, not fast, trying to be steady.

Chang Shun followed the carriage, and lowered his head to report by the carriage window: "...I have already explained what you ordered, and it will be ready in three days."

Ning Juan responded indifferently, and stopped talking to the outside world, only carefully lifted a corner of the cloak, and checked again.

Lu Qing is still there.

Probably because he didn't sleep very comfortably, Lu Qingze frowned.

He stretched out his fingers to caress Lu Qingze's brows, touched the delicate skin, his fingertips trembled repressedly, and some dark thoughts surged in his chest, but he could only suppress them tightly.

When he arrived at the palace, Xu Shu had already waited one step ahead. Seeing that His Majesty's driver finally came back, he complained dissatisfiedly: "Your Majesty, I was just trying a new medicine, so I was called over suddenly. I have been waiting here for so long. , I don’t even say what to do, could it be that you have a premonition that your indestructible body is about to get sick?”

Changshun's brow was sweating coldly.

The one he has seen who dared to be so rude to His Majesty is either dead or imprisoned in Beizhen Fusi, life is better than death.

Only Xu Shu and Lu Qing dared to be so unscrupulous.

But today His Majesty's behavior is extremely weird, and it looks countless times more terrifying than before. It reminds him of the time when Lord Lu was assassinated and His Majesty bloodbathed Yanjing three years ago.

Xu Shu is not Lu Qingze, if he dares to speak like this in front of His Majesty, he may have to learn a lesson.

Seeing Changshun's winking reminder, Xu Shu felt a bit of weirdness belatedly, but he didn't take it too seriously. He was very bachelor, seeing that His Majesty the emperor not only ignored him, but also didn't get out of the carriage for a long time. Just as he was about to speak again, the guard acting as the coachman lifted the thick curtain of the carriage.

Ning Juan held a person in his arms and walked out from inside.

Only then did Xu Shu realize that it wasn't that Ning Juan ignored him, or his temper changed, but that his attention was all on the person in his arms, and he didn't have time to spare a glance for others, so naturally he didn't care about him. What's the attitude.

Except for Lu Qingze, Xu Shu has never seen anyone Ning Juan being so nervous. Subconsciously, he stood on tiptoe, wanting to take a look at who is sacred, but the man was tightly wrapped in a cloak, not to mention his face, without a trace of skin. exposed.

Ning Juan didn't even look at the people around him: "Go in and talk."

After finishing speaking, he strode into the palace door in front of him with extremely steady steps, as if he was afraid of waking up the person he was holding.

Xu Shu was confused, and when he followed Chang Shun into the room, he asked in a low voice, "Then who?"

Chang Shun shook his head with a bitter face. He no longer knew whether it was right or wrong to persuade His Majesty to go to the suburbs to meet today's man. His Majesty's state, which seemed to be ecstatic and furious, seemed too terrifying.

Xu Shu then stepped into the threshold, and later realized that this place didn't seem to be the Palace of Heavenly Purity, nor the Palace of Mental Cultivation.

Today he was called into the palace in a hurry, because the sky was dark, and he was a bit of a road idiot, so he didn't know where was where in the deep palace, so he didn't pay attention to where it was.

Surrounded by a plum grove, when it is warm and cold, the cold and lonely plum blossoms bloom on the branches, and the plum fragrance floats.

He raised his head, and in the darkness, he could vaguely make out the words on the plaque.

Yin Xuexuan.

Changshun sent people to spend an afternoon cleaning the Yin Xuexuan, which had been closed for three years, so meticulously that even the dust from the window cracks was wiped clean.

The earth dragon burned up, dispelling the spring cold warmly.

Except for Xu Shu, everyone else was stopped and guarded outside.

Ning Juan walked to the newly laid soft bed, put the person in his arms on the bed, and then lifted the cloak covering him.

Seeing that person's face clearly, Xu Shu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief even though Xu Shu had a little mental preparation, and he was horrified: "This, this is..."

Lu Qingze!

Didn't he die three years ago and be buried?

The young emperor sat on the side of the bed with an unpredictable expression, but there was a storm in his eyes: "Take his pulse."

Xu Shu finally understood why His Majesty the Emperor is so strange today.

That's right, besides Lu Qingze himself, who else in this world can make His Majesty the Emperor so worried?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he vaguely understood the crux of the matter. When he gave Lu Qingze his pulse, he felt the heavy pressure around him. Thinking about Ning Juan's situation in the past three years, he looked at Lu Qingze's pale face With a sick look, I didn't know who to feel more pitiful for a moment.

Mr. Lu, you may... be in bad luck.

After a while, Xu Shu first said what His Majesty wanted to know the most: "Master Lu's body is weaker than the previous few years. Fortunately, he did not lose too much. It is not impossible to recover after recuperation, but It needs to be stricter."

Ning Juan's face obviously became a little colder, and he hummed.

Xu Shu didn't protect Lu Qingze, and continued: "Now I just catch a cold, the wind and cold enter the body, drink the medicine for two days, and I will recover."

After a pause, he recalled that when he gave Lu Qingze his pulse just now, that wrist was thin and weak, as if it would break if he pinched it, he still reminded him implicitly: "But Mr. Lu is weak and weak, both physically and emotionally. I can’t help but be too intensely stimulated, it’s best to take pictures slowly.”

Ning Juan didn't respond to this sentence, and when he got the result of the diagnosis, he immediately chased him away: "Get out."

It seemed that he could no longer tolerate someone looking at Lu Qingze from one side.

The corner of Xu Shu's mouth twitched. He can cure physical illnesses, but he can't cure mental illnesses. His Majesty has been depressed for the past few years, and his heart illness is undoubtedly Lu Qingze.

No matter how arrogant he is, he knows it's better for him not to get involved in this matter.

After Xu Shu withdrew, Ning Juan didn't do what he imagined.

He just sat on the head of the bed, staring straight at him as if he was afraid that Lu Qing would disappear.

He waited until the medicine below was brought up, then he moved a bit, pressed Lu Qingze's chin expressionlessly, and fed the medicine into it.

It's not the gentle oral feeding that used to be, but a punitive drug injection.

One sip after another without stopping, Lu Qing drank a little anxiously in his sleep, coughed a bit, Ning Juan stopped and wiped the medicine on the corner of his lips for him.

Although his face was indifferent, his movements were extremely careful, as if he was handling some kind of fragile porcelain.

He was really afraid that he would lose control and kill Lu Qingze.

After feeding the medicine, Ning Juan took off his boots, lay down and took Lu Qingze into his arms, and took a deep breath.

The familiar, warm and fragrant plum fragrance fills the chest cavity.

But it seemed to be mixed with something else, not the bitter taste of the medicine, but another more bitter thing, which made his heart sour, his eyes flushed with grievance, but he didn't say anything, he sipped his mouth tightly. lips.

The moment he saw Lu Qingze beside Xinglin, he suddenly realized something. The blood in his body seemed to cool down for a moment, and then boiled again.

Lu Qing did not die.

He just dropped him, didn't want him anymore.

At that moment, he felt the pain of being gouged out and dripping with blood.

But the boiling blood was rushing through his heart, and for three years, he had never felt his heartbeat so vividly.

Even if Lu Qing didn't want him anymore, his heart was still beating for him.

Ning Juan hugged that thin body tightly, the warm touch was no longer like the illusory bubbles of countless days and nights.

He has grown up and fulfilled his childhood wish to hold Lu Qingze tightly in his arms and rest his chin on his head.

The heart that had been poured by the cold wind for three years suddenly filled up.

Even though the person is in his arms, Ning Juan is still not at ease.

I'm afraid that this is still a link in the many dreams, as long as he lets go, Lu Qing will disappear.

It wasn't until dawn that Ning Juan, who felt the slight breathing of the person in his arms, had reddened eyes, and finally confirmed it.

His Huai Xue is back.

Lu Qing woke up the next evening.

It's not because Ning Juan poured too much medicine into the tea in the inn, but because he added the bowl of wind-cold medicine last night, which contained some soothing things.

He was still feverish when he awoke, but the splitting headache had gone.

He closed his eyes and woke up dizzily for a while. The memory of last night slowly resurfaced. Lu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the surrounding environment hastily.

It is a dormitory that is unfamiliar but not unfamiliar, and familiar but not familiar.

Strange because he had never lived in this room.

Familiar because... this dormitory is almost exactly the same as the dormitory that he occasionally chatted with Ning Juan, and talked about the layout of the dormitory where he used to live, even more similar to the room that Ning Juan built in the Qianqing Palace.

where is this?

What about Ning Juan?

And, he was taken away from the inn, where is Qian Mingming?

Lu Qing propped his forehead and wanted to get up, but his strength didn't recover, and he fell back again.

This movement alarmed Chang Shun who was guarding outside. Chang Shun hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in. Seeing Lu Qingze who was sweating coldly, he felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.

His Majesty walked out of the bedroom lightly this morning, ready to go to court, and ordered him to go in and watch.

When he came in and took a look, he saw the unforgettable face behind the looming gauze curtain.

Changshun was stunned for a moment.

Isn't Mr. Lu dead?

That person yesterday was Mr. Lu?

Mr. Lu is not dead, why not return to the capital, but return to the capital in disguise?

He knew the answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to answer it at all.

Your Majesty also knows the answer.

Looking at Lu Qingze, Chang Shun still had a sense of unreality, brought the warm tea that was always on hand, and sent it to the bedside. Seeing his ugly face, he couldn't help but sighed: "Lord Lu... ...You, this, why bother..."

Lu Qing frowned, even though his throat was thirsty, because of the shadow, he didn't take the tea, and asked directly: "Where is Your Majesty?"

Chang Shun said dryly: "Your Majesty is dealing with some business, so he will come over in a while."

"Has Qian Mingming been taken to Beizhen Fusi?" Lu Qing coughed twice, his voice hoarse, "Where are the others?"

Changshun suddenly became dumb and remained silent.

Lu Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, gathered some strength, turned over and wanted to get out of bed to find Ning Juan.

Chang Shun hurriedly stopped him: "Oh, Mr. Lu, please stop torturing yourself. Your Majesty has someone guard the whole place, and you can't get out! If you let His Majesty know that you want to leave after waking up, His Majesty will definitely change your mind." angry!"

Lu Qing ignored him, pushed his hand away, staggered, and walked out quickly with bare feet.

He didn't know what Ning Juan would do to him, but it was always a matter between the two of them.

But Qian Mingming is just an innocent person, if Duan Lingguang continues to be involved, the situation will definitely get out of hand!

His temples were throbbing, but Lu Qing didn't know where the strength came from, so he just threw off Changshun, stepped on the soft and thick wool carpet, and walked to the door.

Just as he was about to push the door out, the door creaked and opened.

Ning Juan's silent figure appeared in front of the door, looking at him coldly, obviously he had been here for a while, and he could clearly hear the movement in the room outside the door.

Lu Qingze's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he bumped into Ning Juan unexpectedly, and blurted out: "You pay the money clearly..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Juan stretched out his hand and picked him up.

The moment his body flew into the air, Lu Qingze's mind was completely bewitched, and he had never been treated like this before.

What is this bastard doing?

How dare he carry him like a sandbag? !

Chang Shun was terrified when he saw it, and quickly slipped out from the side with great insight, closed the door by the way, and told the nearby palace people to stay away, and don't hear anything that shouldn't be heard.

When the door closed again, Lu Qing was thrown onto the big bed.

The height difference was a bit big, and he was thrown dizzy for a while. Fortunately, the bed was thick and soft, so he didn't suffer any other injuries except dizziness.

By the time he slowed down and wanted to escape, it was already too late, his eyes darkened, Ning Juan put his hand on his head, locked him in his arms, his handsome face was cold, and he said nothing. Squeezing his chin and lifting it, he kissed him without any explanation.

Lu Qingze's pupils shrank sharply.

Every kiss in the past, every time Ning Juan expressed his heart, was actually extremely subtle and careful.

This immoral relationship cannot be revealed easily, so it is always in the dark, when he is half asleep.

This was the first time he was soberly treated by Ning Juan, and he clearly felt Ning Juan's desire for him.

Straightforward, blazing emotions rushed to my face.

This made Lu Qing a little inexplicably flustered.

His emotions are always flat, and Ning Juan used to suppress that emotion, like the surface of quietly flowing water, he can still handle it.

But he had never faced such a surge of emotion.

Lu Qing wanted to struggle, but when Ning Juan was still a teenager, his strength was not enough in front of Ning Juan, not to mention that now Ning Juan has grown into a mature man, and he is still sick.

Ning Juan can easily subdue him with one hand.

The inevitable lips and teeth are attached, the sound of kissing clearly pierces the ear holes, and the lips are painful from being rubbed.

Ning Juan seemed to want to bite him to death. He was buried deep in the quilt, with a man's hot and strong chest on his body, which was as immovable as an iron wall, and his breath was severely deprived.

Lu Qing had difficulty breathing, almost thinking that Ning Juan hated him so much that he wanted him to suffocate to death.

He subconsciously bit back, trying to make Ning Juan let go of the pain, but Ning Juan took the pain, instead of letting go, he kissed him deeper.

The smell of blood spread.

Lu Qingze's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyes began to blur.

Just before Lu Qing thought that he was really going to suffocate to death like this, Ning Juan ended the bloody kiss, and fresh air poured into his lungs, making him cough a few times uncontrollably.

The blood stain remained on the corner of Lu Qingze's lips. Ning Juan stared at that lip, stretched out his finger to smear the trace of blood, and when he smeared that lip, it instantly turned white and red, extremely gorgeous.

His heart was still shaking rapidly, but his voice was very cold: "Where do you want to escape again? Lu Huaixue, you don't think you can run out of the palace barefoot, do you?"

Lu Qing was dizzy and short of breath. After a while, he gritted his teeth and spit out a few words, warning him: "Ning Juan, I am your teacher."

How did Ning Juan become so presumptuous!

After hearing this sentence, Ning Juan not only didn't hold back, but instead smiled ironically, his eyes were dark, and his fingertips rubbed against his lips, forcing his lips to part.

Lu Qing was powerless to resist him, his long hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, his brows were furrowed, his snow-white Adam's apple was wet with sweat, his lips became more red because they were forced to part, and the bright red tip of his tongue Show a little bit.

Because of his illness, his face, which had always been bloodless, flushed sickly.

The whole figure is like a plum blossom in full bloom in the courtyard, a touch of red blooms in the snow-white, which is thrillingly magnificent.

Ning Juan was very angry at first, and kept suppressing his anger, wishing he could kill someone with a knife. Watching this scene, a dream he had a long time ago suddenly flashed through his mind.

Messy, wet, fuzzy and hot.

The same is true of people in dreams.

Lu Qing was also annoyed by Ning Juan's actions, and bit the bastard's finger hard without hesitation.

Those eyes, which were rarely tainted with anger, seemed like Ning Juan was a beast.

His fingertip was bitten hard, but Ning Juan didn't seem to feel the pain. He stared at Lu Qingze, his throat tightened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was sorry to find that he seemed really a beast.

Lu Qing was sick. He looked at him like this, but what he thought about was that.

What is slowly drawing it.

Three years ago, he wanted to take it slowly, and endured it again and again, but in the end he gave Lu Qingze a chance to escape ruthlessly.

When he was suffering from heart-pounding pain, Lu Qing went away with that Duan.

Ning Juan slowly opened his mouth: "So you still remember that I am your student."

When he said this, his heart contracted violently and ached.

Lu Qing clearly said that no teacher would leave his students alone.

How can you leave your students alone?

The bodies of the two were very close, and Lu Qing could not help but feel the changes in this young body.

His complexion changed, and he spat out Ning Juan's fingers bitterly, his voice raised a level due to panic and anger: "I don't have a student who wants to have sex with me!"

Ning Juan didn't care about the fingers that were bitten with deep tooth marks, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, I will let you get used to it."

Realizing the meaning of this sentence, Lu Qingze's face turned completely cold: "Why, does Your Majesty want to lock me up and be your confinement?"

Lu Qing was calm and indifferent on weekdays, with a kind of clarity like snow and moon, gentle and alienated, no one would ever really disturb him, make him lose his composure, and make him have ripples.

Spitting out those two words from such a mouth makes people's heart itchy unbearably, wishing to do something to dirty this piece of snow and pluck this round of moon.

Ning Juan inexplicably felt a little joy, held his hand, smiled softly and kissed his fingertips: "Huaixue, you are shaking, are you afraid?"

It was only then that Lu Qing realized that he was trembling a little, but it was not because of fear, but because of anger.

"I didn't think about it that way." Ning Juan changed the kiss into a bite, tender and painful, "I will let you marry me in a fair manner."

What to marry? !

Lu Qing finally found out that Ning Juan seemed normal on the surface, but he was completely irrational.

There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, he was lack of energy and was still sick, he really didn't have the energy to entangle with this lunatic any longer, so he closed his eyes tiredly and cursed hoarsely: "Go away, are you a mad dog? "

"I am." Ning Juan's pupils were as deep as thick ink, unable to see his true emotions, and he said with a smile in his voice, "Teacher, the mad dog is about to bite."

As soon as his words fell, Lu Qing felt a sharp pain.

Ning Juan lowered his head and bit the back of his neck viciously.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't care about anything else, he struggled several times, but couldn't get away, his eyes were buzzing and black.

After the torture-like biting ended, Ning Juan kissed his wound lightly, and a broken voice rang in his ears in a low, suppressed voice.

In a trance, Lu Qing felt that there seemed to be a trembling weeping sound in that voice, but it was very unclear, more like an illusion.

He said, "Lu Huaixue, I hate you to death."

... Are you really hating him?

Lu Qingze's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything. He frowned exhaustedly, and lost consciousness in a half-drowsy state.

Noticing that Lu Qingze had fallen asleep, Ning Juan calmed down a little. He opened his collar, glanced at the deep tooth marks on the back of his neck, felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and curled his mouth. Lie down hugging Lu Qing, sniffing his breath, and closed his eyes wearily.

This is the first time in three years that I can sleep without medication.

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Lu Qingze: Are you a mad dog?

Ning Juan: Did you know?

Even if he is very angry, he is reluctant to bite his wife's dog hook!