Raising Wolves

The warmth in the bed dissipated quickly, and Lu Qing seemed to be wrapped in a piece of cold iron, and didn't sleep very well. The next day, he was not in good spirits all day long, coughing incessantly , not very suitable for lectures.

Simply put out the test questions of a few test papers, and came a quiz.

Ancient arithmetic was quite inconvenient. He simply integrated modern mathematics into it to teach Ning Juan, and the little emperor understood it quickly. He sat upright by the desk and wrote his dog crawling word seriously.

At lunch time, Chang Shun, who had disappeared all morning, appeared in the Nuan Pavilion, and said as soon as he came in, "Your Majesty, this servant has heard that the King of Shu lost his temper in the mansion this morning, but no one knows what happened."

Lu Qing was holding up the sugar-steamed shortbread in front of him in surprise, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh? So no one else knows what he did?"

It's not surprising that if the news of throwing an olive branch to the emperor's teacher in private, even Wei Herong would be vigilant, not to mention what the speech officials in the capital would say.

No matter how stupid Ning Cong is, he also knows that it is best not to confront Wei Herong now.

Chang Shun didn't know what happened, but he guessed that it must be related to Lu Qingze: "It should be, it is said that the king of Shu was going to enter the palace, but he reluctantly held it down when he received the news."

Ning Juan sneaked a glance at Lu Qingze from the corner of his eye, watching him toss the bowl of crispy cheese with a spoon, his eyes gliding absently over his fingertips, and he frowned at the sound: "You still want to whet your appetite?"

Lu Qing tapped the table with two fingers: "Your Majesty, concentrate on the exam, you still have a big question to write."

Ning Juan wrinkled his face and lowered his head sullenly to fill in the big question.

Changshun: "..."

"Your servant doesn't dare anymore," Changshun thought he was dazzled, and blinked vigorously, "My servant heard that His Highness Prince Jing is going to the capital this morning."

Lu Qing scooped two spoonfuls of crispy cheese into his mouth, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and recalled it.

The branches and leaves of the descendants of Daqi's successive dynasties are not very scattered, too many died halfway, and the children of Emperor Chong'an also, too few survived, and only Ning Juan was left in the end.

Now the royal blood is closest to Shu Wang Ning Cong and Jing Wang Ning Jing.

Compared to Ning Cong, who is obsessed with lust and not very smart, King Jing Ningjing's reputation is much better. If it weren't for his biological mother who was just a lowly court lady, and Da Qi who admired the establishment of a heir and not a virtuous person, Emperor Chong'an probably wouldn't take the throne so easily.

Seeing the little emperor frowning, with seriousness on his snow-white face, Lu Qing tapped the rim of the bowl lightly with a spoon: "What are you worried about, Your Majesty?"

Ning Juan frowned even tighter: "The two vassal kings have returned to the capital, and the situation in the capital has become chaotic, so you don't have to worry."

"What is there to worry about?" Lu Qing said slowly, "The muddy water in the capital city is suitable for us to hide our strength and bide our time, and be the oriole that only stays behind."

The king of Shu traveled thousands of miles and rushed here, and his covetousness for the throne was clearly revealed. How could it be possible for the seemingly indifferent King Jing to be really indifferent.

Wei Herong should be very troubled by these two vassals now, and has no time to trouble him and the little emperor.

If you don't take advantage of this time to hurry up and do some work, you will be sorry for the grace of Emperor Chong'an's ascension to heaven.

Whoever looked at Emperor Chong'an didn't say a few words and died well.

Lu Qing was calm and relaxed, and Ning Juan's troubles seemed to disappear. He nodded in thought, but suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Where's that person last night?"

Changshun lowered his head: "I lost my breath when I hit the No.40 board."

Ning Juan hummed lightly.

Life in the palace is cheaper than grass, this is what he knew when he was five or six years old.

Seeing Ning Juan's indifferent attitude towards human life, Lu Qing stirred Suyou's fingertips.

He will teach the little emperor how to cherish the lives of others, but this is not the time to be kind.

"I've finished eating." Lu Qing put down the bowl and got up to collect the paper. "Your Majesty, let's have lunch first. I'll see how you do."

While Lu Qing was grading the papers, the carriage from Prince Jing's Mansion rumbled into the capital.

The middle-aged man in the carriage had a refined face and closed his eyes, listening to the report of the man kneeling in front of him.

The subordinate went into detail and reported the recent events in the capital. At the end, he added another sentence: "By the way, on the palace road yesterday, the King of Shu stopped the emperor's Taifu on the way. He shook his face. Hearing the news from the palace, the emperor was so angry that he didn't fall asleep all night, and asked that Taifu Lu to stay in the palace to hide from the King of Shu."

Hearing this, Ning Jing opened his eyes, and a trace of understanding and sarcasm flashed across his eyes: "Since the fourth child has such a temperament, that Mr. Lu must have been born well."

The subordinate said: "It is said that it is not bad. It was the 24th year of Jian'an, when he became a Jinshi. Last year, the No. [-] scholar was thrown into prison for offending the eunuchs. He woke up from a narrow escape from death. He was ill. It seems that there are not many days to live, and before the first emperor died, he was appointed as the new emperor's tutor."

Ning Jing's expression was unpredictable: "Oh? Since he is the number one scholar, he should teach your Majesty very well, right?"

"No," the subordinate shook his head. "The new emperor used to live in the cold palace. He was uneducated and his calligraphy progress was slow. Now he is still studying "The Analects of Confucius."

Ning Jing looked slightly relaxed.

A sick child and a little idiot are not a big threat.

What matters is the one in the cabinet. Be careful with Shangwei Herong.

"My lord, where are we going now?"

Ning Jing opened the curtains, looked towards the direction of the imperial city, a dark color appeared in her eyes: "Enter the palace."

When King Jing was entering the palace, he bumped into the King of Shu. The two came to see the little emperor together.

When Lu Qing thought of the words on the silk last night, he couldn't stop his goosebumps. Before the person came, he hid in the Nuan Pavilion, but he was not worried that Ning Juan would not be able to cope.

Not to mention that in front of outsiders now, in the original book, Ning Juan pretended so much that Wei Herong didn't notice when he was dormant in the early stage. When he reacted, the little emperor was already able to fight against him. He was ruthless enough to kill him with one blow, and directly copied Wei Herong's family.

There is a threshold requirement for pretending to be stupid, too stupid is too fake, and just enough stupid not to be noticed.

Ning Juan can grasp the propriety.

Ning Juan did not disappoint Lu Qingze.

Facing the kind inquiries from the two imperial uncles, they answered innocently yet stupidly. If they should not understand, they would not understand; There are no gaffes.

It seems that he is indeed an uneducated wild emperor who grew up from the cold palace.

Ning Cong never paid much attention to the little emperor, but he was worried about Ning Jing, and for a long time, his eyes began to wander around: "Your Majesty, didn't you leave Taifu Lu in the palace to give lectures? Why don't you see anyone?" ?”

Ning Jing chuckled, and rolled her eyes imperceptibly by lowering her head to drink tea.

Again.

As soon as he mentioned it, Ning Juan's expression became uneasy: "Teacher is not feeling well, so he rested."

Ning Cong had a thick skin: "I hit it off with Taifu Lu immediately. He is not in good health, so I should go and see him. Let's talk, this king will go and visit Taifu Lu."

Ning Juan said nonchalantly: "Thank you, Uncle Huang, for your kindness, but the imperial doctor ordered you not to disturb him when he is resting."

Thinking of the face I saw yesterday, it was as cold as a piece of thin snow, and there were charming tear moles on the corners of the eyes...

Ning Cong's heart was itching badly, he clicked his tongue, but still refused to give up: "I heard that Lu Taifu is not very good at teaching, how about this, I recommend some great scholars to His Majesty, and His Majesty will exchange Lu Taifu to..."

Ning Juan had the desire to kill someone, his chest was boiling, and his tone was completely cold: "Uncle Emperor, Taifu Lu was pointed out to me by the late emperor himself. If you have any objections, you might as well talk to the late emperor."

As soon as these words came out, the room was silent.

Sure enough, he was still a child, so impatient.

Seeing Ning Cong's complexion suddenly turned ugly, Ning Jing, who had watched enough excitement, laughed and said, "The King of Shu is just joking, why should His Majesty get angry? Fourth brother, Your Majesty is eager to protect the teacher, and I speak more seriously. You are an elder, you should you do not mind."

Ning Cong stared at Ning Juan darkly, with a half-hearted smile: "Sixth brother is joking, why would this king care about a child."

The atmosphere became so stiff that naturally the exchange of pleasantries could no longer continue, and Ning Cong and Ning Jing left Qianqing Palace together again.

Ning Juan's anger didn't diminish at all.

Not only because of Ning Cong's condescending contempt, he also covets the people around him openly and dares to offer an exchange!

An overwhelming sense of humiliation.

He is too weak now, with no power and no one in his hands, and even Lu Qing can't protect him well.

power.

Ning Juan clenched his fists tightly, grinding these two words between his teeth, his eyes filled with darkness.

Lu Qing took a nap for a while, rubbed his eyes and walked into the Nuan Pavilion, and saw the little emperor looking like he was going to explode with anger, squinting his eyes: "What have I told you before? As a king, you must be happy and angry." Invisible."

Ning Juan glanced at him: "But I'm just angry."

"When you get angry, take two deep breaths, press it once, the feng shui will take turns, and you will pay it back ten times later."

Ning Juan listened to him, took two deep breaths, and the faint scent of plum and medicine rushed in the air together, the depression in his heart really dissipated a bit, but he was still depressed: "Is it true that you can't have emotions when you become an emperor?"

Seeing that he had calmed down, Lu Qing couldn't help pinching his angry little face again, and said with a smile: "Of course we can, but it depends on who it is in front of. For example, in front of your husband and me, if you want to smile, think about it." Feel free to act coquettishly."

Ning Juan dodged his hand and sneered at these words: "I never act like a baby."

This little brat hasn't even called a teacher until now.

Lu Qing shook his head secretly.

Find an opportunity to increase your trust.

At night, Lu Qing was invited into Ning Juan's bedroom.

There are charcoal basins in the four corners of the hall, which are warm and cozy. The little emperor has already changed into white pajamas, sitting on the bed, his calves swaying unconsciously, watching Lu Qing come in, raising his chin, indicating that Lu Qing is looking at the bed On the Arhat couch with thick mattresses: "You sleep there."

The arhat couch was under the window, and the Zhizhai window was firmly closed and covered with a layer of paper to prevent ventilation.

Although a little narrow, Lu Qing's figure is thin, and he won't be stretched out on the couch.

Judging from the little emperor's twisted and awkward personality, this is seeing him cold in bed last night and caring about him in a roundabout way?

But judging from the little emperor's vigilant temperament, it is unlikely that he will be allowed to sleep in the same room with him, after all, he has not yet gained full trust.

unless……

Lu Qing got the answer: "Oh, no wonder you are so angry during the day, Ning Cong went crazy again?"

Ning Juan hummed heavily: "Teacher Lu, Ning Cong really dares to snatch you away in the street."

A harasser came last night, and he was worried about letting Lu Qingze sleep alone.

And... it will be cold.

Ning Juan lowered his long eyelashes, not wanting to admit that he cared about Lu Qingze, so he climbed onto the bed, covered himself with a quilt and closed his eyes: "If you dare to grind your teeth and talk in your sleep, I will throw you out."

Fierce.

Lu Qing laughed: "I obey the order."

After all, it was the little emperor's nest, and the couch was more comfortable than last night's bed.

Lu Qing didn't have a good rest last night and was mentally exhausted. Not long after lying down, his consciousness became blurred.

I don't know how long I slept in a trance, but Lu Qing suddenly heard a very small sound.

He is physically weak and sleepy, but often when he wakes up, his body's reaction will be several beats slower. When he opens his eyes with difficulty, he sees a few black shadows passing by outside the window.

He found out because he happened to be sleeping by the window.

Lu Qing's eyelids twitched, realizing something was wrong.

A pile of warm pavilions in the Qianqing Palace is to allow the emperor to change his residence frequently to prevent assassination.

Those people probed from room to room.

He didn't make a sound, looked at the dark room, bent over and got off the couch quietly, groping in the dark, trying to wake up the little emperor, find a place to hide and call the guards.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved to the side of the bed, the door latch was pried.

The moment the door latch was pulled, Ning Juan opened his eyes vigilantly. Before he could move, he was suddenly picked up by someone. At the same time, there were screams from outside, mixed with screams: "Assassin ! There are assassins!"

The assassin who searched this room also found the two of them, and the bright knife light came right away!

Ning Juan's first reaction was not fear, but a calm thought: I'm about to be left behind again.

When Concubine Jing was thrown into the cold palace, she actually brought a maid with her. Watching him grow up, she had a very good relationship.

After Concubine Jing died, there was no shelter, and the queen's people came to the cold palace several times to make troubles, planning to kill the older one first, and then deal with the younger one.

The maid abandoned him and took refuge in another master.

He still clearly remembers that look of guilt, unfeeling, timidity and fear, so he doesn't want to recall too much, forcing himself to erase the impression.

The friendship he had grown up with was still like this, and he and Lu Qingze had only known each other for more than a month. In the face of life and death, Lu Qingze left him and fled by himself, and he would not be surprised at all.

But the hand holding him didn't show any signs of loosening, and even tightened a little bit. He deftly dodged the knife, fled behind the screen, and kicked him hard.

The assassin was hit by the falling jade screen, and his movements inevitably slowed down. When he rushed up again, he screamed.

He was led to the side of the charcoal basin by Lu Qingze, who was familiar with the room, and stepped in without paying attention to his feet.

Lu Qing took the opportunity to shrink back and rushed to the door!

However, the outside is also in chaos, and it is not much safer than inside the house. The moment they rushed out, they had already been noticed.

"Listen well," Lu Qingze panted slightly, but his voice was still calm and he spoke extremely fast, "You hide in the flowers, Jin Yiwei will be there soon, the commander of Jin Yiwei makes Zheng Yao trustworthy."

As soon as the words fell, the assassins in the house had already chased them out, and the assassins in front also chopped open the two palace servants and came with their knives!

Seeing that he was about to be pinched from front to back, Chang Shun rushed out from nowhere, and threw himself on the assassin behind him. He repeated his tricks and hugged him tightly, screaming, "Run!"

The assassin in front had already killed him, and the moment the snow-white cold blade slashed straight at the little emperor, Lu Qing suddenly turned sideways to block the knife.

The sharp pain that exploded in an instant made him tremble all over, his eyes suddenly went black, and his hands lost strength.

His consciousness was a little confused, he completely forgot that he was still thinking about looking for opportunities to increase his trust during the day, and he also forgot that he was an emperor in his arms, and he only cared about protecting his students.

Is this white second life going to be confessed?

This thought flashed through Lu Qing's mind quickly, and there seemed to be some noise in his ears, someone rushed over.

He was embraced by a pair of small hands, which dared not be light or heavy, and his voice was stagnant but hurried: "Why?"

Guessing what he wanted to ask, the corners of Lu Qingze's pale lips were bent, and his hoarse voice was soft and slow: "Because...you are my student."

Even if it wasn't Ning Juan today, he wouldn't leave his students behind and run for his life.

Ning Juan was stunned in place, but when he saw Lu Qing, he closed his eyes with pain, and suddenly his mind buzzed: "Teacher...Teacher!"

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: Although I ran away in the end.

Ning Juan: QAQ