Raising Wolves

The doubts in Lu Qing's heart dissipated like a mist, and he didn't continue to think about it.

That's right, Ning Juan has never even met Chen Xiaodao, so how could he have any objections to him.

At the same time Changshun ordered someone to call the imperial physician, lunch was also delivered.

In the early days of the establishment of Daqi, Guanglu Temple was responsible for the emperor's meals, but the meals made by Guanglu Temple were really unpalatable, and only the thrifty founding emperor did not dislike it.

Therefore, the unbearable emperors had their own internal kitchens in the Qianqing Palace. Most of the eunuchs had no other thoughts, and they did their best to study food, and the taste was quite good.

Lu Qing was in poor health and had a poor appetite. In the past, he would put down his chopsticks after two bites. Today, he had an appetizing dish of bad melon and eggplant, so he couldn't help but eat more.

Ning Juan glanced at it silently, then lowered his eyes and buried his head in eating.

Lu Qing put down his chopsticks and looked at the little guy with great interest.

Wei Herong didn't want to skimp on food, the little emperor ate well during this period of time, his skinny face had a little tender milk fat, his long eyelashes covered him lowly, his eyes were black and bright, More and more beautiful like a porcelain doll.

Lu Qing couldn't help thinking, after solving the internal and external troubles, maybe he can find a girl he likes to marry, and if he can have such a beautiful child, it will be even more perfect.

He was thinking about it, and Ning Juan, who had been stared at for a long time, couldn't bear it and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Lu Qing's eyefolds were slightly curved, and he smiled: "Your Majesty is very cute."

Ning Juan was fed up with the cynicism and contempt of the palace people since he was a child, so naturally no one would say such words to him, his eyes widened, and the roots of his ears became hot. After holding back for a long time, he only uttered one sentence: "Presumptuous!"

Little kids are so much fun.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Lu Qing suppressed a smile in his heart: "I am guilty."

Ning Juan glared at him in embarrassment.

From the first time they met, he could tell that although Lu Qing was full of words about being a king and minister, and that he was guilty of death, he actually didn't have any respect for him at all.

But unlike those ministers and palace people who looked down on him, Lu Qing really just... treated him as a simple child.

More and more daring.

A little upset.

But there is no feeling of disgust.

After lunch, the imperial physician came to check Lu Qingze's pulse and prescribed a new prescription.

Lu Qing was loyal and courageous in admonishing him and was persecuted by the eunuchs. Some people in the court admired him very much. For example, the imperial physician, seeing his weakness, couldn't help telling him a few more words: "Lord Lu hurt his foundation, Don't think too much, just cultivate yourself."

Changshun was very winking, and personally sent the imperial physician, and took the new prescription to fetch medicine and suffer.

Lu Qing, in front of the little emperor, took a sip of the new medicine without changing his face, and sighed in his heart.

It was bitterer than the medicine Chen Xiaodao took.

During dinner, Lu Qing found another bad eggplant on the table.

He couldn't help looking at Ning Juan.

The little emperor ate his food as if nothing had happened, noticed his gaze, and raised his head to stare: "What are you doing?"

Lu Qing said leisurely: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to eat steamed cheese with sugar."

Ning Juan looked at Changshun subconsciously.

A muffled low laugh was heard from the opposite side.

Ning Juan clenched the jade chopsticks: "..."

Lu Qing blinked innocently: "What is your Majesty doing in a daze, eat vegetables, eat more vegetables, and grow taller."

Changshun swallowed, and silently shrank back into the corner, thankfully the little emperor didn't have the habit of letting people serve dishes.

His Majesty is not a soft-tempered person who is easy to handle, and he will definitely hold great power in the future and leave a prominent name.

Mr. Lu is really... too bold.

There are many warm pavilions in Qianqing Palace, and the one where Lu Qing temporarily lives is not far from the little emperor's.

The night fell completely, the warmth of the day was dissipated, and the spring came back, the earth dragon stopped long ago, the charcoal basin was also closed, and it was cold in the warm pavilion.

Lu Qingze's physique was extremely chilly. After Mrs. Tang cooled down, she seemed to have sucked away all the heat from the bed. Her hands and feet were still like pieces of ice, and she didn't feel hot no matter what.

At this moment, the whole palace city was silent, and Lu Qing was so cold that he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He could only get up, hugged Mrs. Tang, and wanted to go out to find the servant on duty at night to help fill him with hot water.

As soon as he went out, he happened to bump into a servant, who looked familiar, and he was a servant in the Qing Palace.

Due to the experience of the previous life, Lu Qing has developed a mentality of no waves in the ancient well, and his face will not change before the collapse of Mount Tai, let alone a servant, even if a ghost from the deep palace suddenly jumps out, he will not be able to scare him.

He stared at the other party calmly: "This father-in-law, you don't sleep most of the night, what do you want to do when you come to my house?"

The servant didn't expect to bump into him directly. He was shocked and shouted desperately: "Master Lu, please keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you!"

Seeing that he didn't look like he was here to assassinate, nor did he look like he was sneaking around, Lu Qing raised his eyebrows.

The servant smiled obsequiously: "This servant is entrusted by the nobleman to bring you something."

Lu Qing had a vague guess.

Sure enough, the attendant took out a piece of Hetian white jade pendant from his arms, and attached a piece of silk with a few lines written on it. The lamp was not lit outside, so it was hard to see what was written.

"The nobleman said that this is just a small gift. If the adults are willing to accept it, you can choose from rare treasures in the future."

Lu Qing wrapped his cloak tightly, leaned lazily on the pillar, and took the jade pendant casually.

The carving is exquisite, the texture is moist, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance.

He twisted the silk again, squinted his eyes and snorted, "Okay, I'll take it."

The look of disdain in the servant's eyes flashed past.

During the day, he pretended to be aloof and noble, and he really was like that.

He heard a faint question from above his head: "What else did that nobleman say?"

Hearing his tone, the servant felt that something was wrong, and secretly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were frosty and snowy, cold.

His cold sweat broke out unknowingly, and he knew that in front of him was a sick man who was panting for three steps, but his lips trembled for some reason: "The nobleman said, Mr. Lu followed Xiao...follow Your Majesty... "

The voice in the back is getting lower and lower, and I can't speak.

A voice suddenly sounded from the front: "Follow me, what?"

Ning Juan stepped out of the shadows, half of his face was covered in the darkness.

I don't know how much I've heard.

The servant's face turned pale, and he knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"

The little emperor walked to Lu Qingze's side expressionlessly, and repeated: "Ning Cong said, follow me, what?"

The gesture and tone were too frightening, and the extremely oppressive gaze shrouded it, which was not at all like that of a child of this age.

Ning Juan nodded calmly: "It seems that you want to die."

Hearing the killing intent in this sound, under the utter fear, the servant blurted out: "His Royal Highness the King of Shu said, following His Majesty, His Majesty will not be able to satisfy Lord Lu!"

Lu Qingze: "..."

Ning Juan: "..."

The servant also realized what he had said, and banged harder, his head was smashed, and he cried while knocking, begging for mercy inarticulately.

Lu Qing choked with a puff.

This king of Shu is really full of thoughts about the next three ways, what is the meaning of this, and he can be associated with this little brat Ning Juan!

Ning Juan stared darkly at the servant on the ground, and when he heard Lu Qingze's broken voice, he turned to look at him angrily: "Are you still laughing?"

Lu Qing immediately clenched his fist to his lips: "Cough, Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

There was too much commotion, and the palace servants on duty at this moment rushed over one after another.

Ning Juan's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Come here, drag this disloyal servant down and give him fifty boards with a cane. If you are still alive after the beating, throw it to the Clothes Bureau."

In the TV series, there are often 51 boards, and after the beating, people will be fine after applying medicine, but in fact, after beating [-] boards, people are still alive because they are lucky.

If it is dead, it will be painful to death.

The servant's whole body went limp, and he suddenly lost strength.

Chang Shun winked, asked someone to drag him down, cleared his throat, and his slightly thin voice was full of warning: "I have seen it all? Anyone who is disloyal to His Majesty will end up like this!"

After the theft last time, Qianqing Palace used an excuse to change a batch of palace officials, all of whom were carefully selected by Changshun. It was the first time that they saw the little emperor make a move, and they kept silent, and they all responded.

Ning Juan didn't pay much attention to the others, and waved his hand to signal everyone to back off. He frowned and looked at the jade pendant that Lu Qingze was playing with: "What are you still holding, don't tell me, you really want to accept it."

Lu Qing tilted his head and smiled shrewdly: "Why don't you accept it?"

Ning Juan's anger, which had been suppressed a little, came up again: "Do you lack this! Do you really want to be Ning Cong's confinement?!"

Lu Qing pinched his face, annoyed: "What nonsense, this jade pendant has the logo of Shu Palace on it, keep it for use."

Ning Juan became even more angry: "What's the use, he gave you this jade pendant with a logo, just to let you accept him as his person, even if people see it, they can't explain it clearly!"

Lu Qing couldn't say that it would be of any use for a while, but his intuition told him that it would be useful to keep it. Seeing that the little emperor ran out wearing only thin pajamas, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and he was really cold. He dragged him into the warm pavilion, The tone is still loose and lazy: "Where is the anger coming from?"

Ning Juan didn't know where he got so angry.

But as long as he thinks that Ning Cong covets Lu Qingze and wants to snatch him away, maybe his mind is still full of lust for Lu Qingze, he can't help but want to get angry.

The lamps were lit in the warm pavilion, and the hall was much brighter. Lu Qing stuffed Ning Juan under the quilt and warmed it up. The little emperor was shocked: "Why is it so cold in your quilt?"

Lu Qing secretly made a mistake, and simply got in by himself: "Take it easy, the Qi is weak and the body is cold, there is nothing I can do."

Ning Juan moved uncomfortably as the cold plum fragrance and slightly bitter medicinal smell enveloped him, moving to the side.

Lu Qing didn't care, and unfolded the silk that had been clutched for a long time, to see what nonsense Ning Cong had written.

After a closer look, it really is shit.

"Seeing that Lu Lang's skin is like creamy fat, I will give you a special gift of mutton fat jade, which complements each other. If you have the opportunity to enjoy it together, you will have no regrets in this life."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows so oily, and said indifferently: "It seems that he is going to enter the coffin with regret."

Hearing this sentence, Ning Juan almost got angry again before he pressed the button.

Not knowing if he was affected, he couldn't help looking at Lu Qingze's hand.

Those hands were indeed very beautiful.

Every finger is like light white bamboo knots, the roots are slender, white as jade, with light blue veins faintly visible, it is no less pale than mutton fat jade.

Ning Juan just stared blankly at the hand holding the corner of the silk, pushing it towards the candle flame, the tongue of flames ignited, and the movements of the slender fingers were unhurried, revealing a bit of calmness and elegance.

Realizing what he was looking at, Ning Juan's face suddenly changed.

How could he pay attention to Lu Qingze like Ning Cong!Are you infected?

The little emperor suddenly struggled, and hastily jumped out of the blanket that had finally warmed up a bit, and left the Nuan Pavilion without saying a word.

Lu Qing raised his eyes in doubt, reluctant to part with the heating in the quilt, so he didn't follow out, dusted his fingers, and lay down wondering.

What happened to this little ancestor?

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: Cute, I want to have one.

The grown up little emperor (looking at Teacher Lu's stomach): Good.