Raising Wolves

Lu Qing responded quickly, turned sideways to block Ning Juan's sight, lowered his head to meet his gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Was this little **** mocking him just now?

Xiao Fuzi struggled in the water to climb out, desperately shouting for help, but unfortunately, in order to complete today's performance, he had already set aside the guards.

Although Ning Juan couldn't see it, he could guess it and said again, "Fight it."

Xiao Huangmen listened very eagerly.

The sound of the thumping water and the screams were close at hand, but Lu Qing had a very complicated mood when he heard it.

Apart from the slight discomfort, on the one hand, he was slightly relieved that the little emperor was smart and calm, not a pitiful mermaid. Mingjun's plan must be as soon as possible.

For children in their teens, their worldview has already been established, and it will be a period of rebelliousness later.

People's teacher Lu Qing evaluated his new student inwardly.

He saved the little emperor, but he didn't refuse to solve Xiao Fuzi. The two of them were conspiring to some extent, and the little emperor's trust was improved somewhat, right?

When the surrounding voices finally subsided, Ning Juan pushed Lu Qingze away impolitely, and his eyes fell on Xiao Huangmen who was acting quite brave. Although he was young, he had a dignified face and tried his best to show His Majesty's bearing: "Call me. what?"

Xiao Huangmen is often bullied by Xiao Fuzi on weekdays, and he has to fearlessly prevent himself from being killed by Xiao Fuzi's unpleasantness. At the same time, he is loyal to the monarch and repays the master, and he breathes out a breath of energy: "Report to Your Majesty, slave. My name is Changshun, and I'm serving in the Shangyi prison."

Ning Juan hummed: "Go to me and serve you later."

Although the little emperor is a puppet, he is an emperor after all. Being able to serve as a messenger by the emperor's side, the risks and benefits are directly proportional, not to mention that he killed Xiao Fuzi.

And it doesn't necessarily mean that this little majesty is really a master to be played with.

Changshun's heart was clear, and he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to thank him.

"Do you know what to do now?"

Changshun was quite astute and reacted instantly: "Oh, the big thing is not good, Xiao Fuzi accidentally fell into the water to save His Majesty! If you are young, go to the guards to catch him!"

After saying that, he ran away.

Ning Juan's attention was actually on Lu Qingze, watching his lips pursed red and looking like he wanted to speak again, holding his breath as he waited.

Lu Qing endured and looked at him for three seconds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He covered his mouth, tilted his head, and coughed abruptly, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. His pale face was full of flushes. Hearing him cough, his lungs and throat hurt.

Ning Lan: "…"

Ning Juan opened his mouth, but did not hear: "Send me back to the Qianqing Palace, don't stick here."

Lu Qing recovered from the state of golden flowers in his eyes, and his throat was bursting with stabbing pain, and there was a faint **** smell.

The original body was caught by the **** party and sent to the prison. He was immersed in the water prison in the middle of the winter and the twelfth lunar month, and lost his life. Lu Qing came through, but it could not improve the body that was injured by the roots. Probably for a long time in the future, he would have to So sick and crooked.

Having never been able to get a healthy body in two lifetimes, Lu Qing sighed silently and smiled: "We are following the order."

Ning Juan was very familiar with the trails in the palace, and led Lu Qing to avoid the guards. As soon as the two left the Imperial Garden, they called the guards on their backs.

There were a lot of people in the palace. I heard that the little majesty almost fell into the water, but not many people were worried.

Lu Qing had no strength all over his body, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps. Fortunately, the child's legs were short and his steps were not too big. He looked at the little emperor's round head, and his voice was like being ground by grit: "Your Majesty recently Which gentleman is teaching your homework?"

Hearing this question, Ning Juan turned his head and glanced at him in surprise. After confirming that Lu Qingze's eyes were suspicious and not intentional, he tilted his head and muttered, "No."

Emperor Chong'an had been addicted to cultivating immortals for more than ten years. He didn't know how many bottles of elixir he had eaten. He had already lost his body. After he became sick, he had very little time to wake up. Er, ordered Lu Qing to be Taifu, and then went on in a daze, and didn't have time to gather a group of people for Ning Juan.

You must know that Ning Juan has been in the cold palace since he was a child, and he has never even been to the school.

The first assistant Wei Herong is naturally happy to see it happen, and he is most assured that Ning Juan is an idiot who can be manipulated and can't fart.

Wei Herong didn't speak, and few people in the court dared to speak, either in a low voice or from the sidelines.

Lu Qing also wanted to understand, and without any hesitation, he said directly: "Then from tomorrow, the minister will come and read to His Majesty."

A gust of cool wind blew, and Lu Qing crooked again like a piece of paper.

Ning Juan didn't even have time to be pleasantly surprised, he only suspected that he was about to break in a second, looked at him suspiciously, with strong suspicion in his eyes: "Can you do it?"

"..." Lu Qing was displeased, "Of course I can."

When I went out at noon, the sky was a little dark when I left the palace.

Chen Xiaodao was bored waiting outside, shyly approaching the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards ignored him, and he could chat happily, only to restrain himself when he saw Lu Qing came back, he trotted over and helped him up The carriage, still unfinished, asked, "Young master, do you have to go back so quickly?"

Even after resting in the palace for a while, and strolling out of the huge palace, Lu Qing was almost out of breath, and his voice was weak: "Come on, hurry up and you can send me to the sky."

Chen Xiaodao immediately converged like chasing a snail.

Back at Lu's house, Lu Qing drank a bowl of medicine and lay quietly for an hour before he had the energy to get up and went to the study. First, he picked a few books from the bookshelf, flipped through them for a while, and held a writing brush. , draw it on paper.

Chen Xiaodao helped with the ink research, and secretly glanced at the unfamiliar master.

Lu Qing was wearing light blue clothes. Even in the house, he had to put on a big cloak. The wrist bones under the wide sleeves seemed to be broken with a slight squeeze. The skin was pale and almost transparent, and the veins of the blue veins were clear. Looking weak, the wrist holding the brush did not tremble at all, steady and steady.

In the last life, Lu Qing was rejected by his parents and could not inherit the family business because of a heart disease. He grew up beside his grandfather. The generous and kind old man loved his grandson and taught him not to have too many ups and downs. In order to improve his temperament, he taught him hand in hand. When writing calligraphy, Lu Qingze's handwriting is quite beautiful. When sketching, the lines are flowing and scattered.

Chen Xiaodao stretched his neck curiously: "What is your son painting?"

Lu Qing said leisurely: "The Daqi version of primary school students must take one."

Chen Xiaodao: "???"

The literati speak, I really can't understand.

Chen Xiaodao lived on the streets since he was a child, and he didn't know a single big character. He was picked up on the street when he was hungry. As a result, Lu Qing was imprisoned the next day. The painter, a little envious, muttered unconsciously, "If only I could read and write."

Lu Qing's teacher's spirit, who had nowhere to put it, was touched, and he glanced at him: "Okay, I will teach you the homework of calligraphy cloth every day from now on, and you have to do it well."

Chen Xiaodao: "!!"

Chen Xiaodao was pleasantly surprised, for fear that Lu Qing would go back on it, and immediately called out, "Thank you, son!"

Lu Qing smiled, finished writing a piece of paper, put down the pen, opened the book next to him that had been annotated, and compared it again.

Exactly the same.

I don't know if it's because of him wearing it in, he and "Lu Qingze" in the original book not only look exactly the same, but also have the same handwriting.

Early the next morning, Lu Qing entered the palace with a thick stack of labor results.

The death of a young **** in the palace obviously would not have any effect, and the situation was calm as always.

Ning Juan didn't expect Lu Qing to look like he was about to die, but he really came with a sick body. Not only did he come, but he seemed to have prepared a lot.

After all, it was the nature of a child. Ever since Lu Qingze entered the Qianqing Palace, Ning Juan's eyes were secretly stuck on the stack of papers in his hand and never moved away.

Like a sneaky little kitten, he glanced at him indifferently, then quickly retracted his gaze, thinking that he had not been discovered.

Lu Qing thought to himself, you really underestimate the class teacher's sharp eyes.

These students, those petty thieves under the podium, are they really invisible to teachers?

He smiled secretly, took out a piece of paper, and put it in front of Ning Juan: "What have you learned before, Your Majesty? Let me see how your homework is."

Ning Juan glared at Lu Qingze for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote the study chapter of "The Analects" silently.

Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and saw the first question.

Bad posture.

But he didn't speak, just watched Ning Juan write silently.

After waiting for a long time, Ning Juan finally slowly filled a piece of paper, the child's long eyelashes drooped, his eyes flickered, and he felt a little guilty, not as confident as when he first saw him yesterday.

Lu Qing took a look and raised his eyebrows slightly.

In fact, the original text will always deliberately describe a few words written by the tyrant to be ugly, to compare the protagonist's calligraphy to convince countless people.

It is said that it is so ugly that even the reading **** beside him scratches his head.

Looking at it now, it's hard to describe.

Not a few words can get up.

Except for the terrible words, the content is not bad, and the words are good.

A dignified generation of tyrants, the words are written like a dog crawling.

Lu Qing looked at it and smiled slightly: "Although Your Majesty's words love to fight, there is a lot of room for improvement."

Ning Juan was keenly aware that there was something wrong with these words, his face darkened, and he gave him a cold look.

Oops, poking the child's self-esteem.

Lu Qing restrained his smile as if nothing had happened, turned behind him, held his hand from behind, adjusted his sitting posture and pen-holding posture, his voice was warm and indifferent: "The posture is wrong, sit up straight, the pen should be placed on the **** and Between the ring fingers, the wrist should be steady, and the heart should be straight."

Ning Yan's hair started to stiffen.

The warm, cold aura with some plum blossoms and the bitterness of medicine came from behind him, enveloping him, and the hand that held him was a little cold, but it didn't lose strength.

No one has ever been so close to him, except that his mother and concubine would hold him in her arms and protect him when he was young.

Lu Qing took Ning Juan seriously and wrote a few words, and seeing his discomfort, he let go of him and backed away: "Your Majesty, try to write a few words yourself."

The moment the breath behind him was withdrawn, Ning Juan's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, there was a slight loss in the bottom of my heart, as if reluctance to part.

He frowned, throwing away those unreasonable thoughts, and according to the posture Lu Qing taught him, he slowly re-written a few words, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.

It is a bit difficult to adjust the posture of holding the pen. After all, it has become a habit, but when Ning Juan picked up the pen again, he never missed it again.

Lu Qing was very pleased - this was the most worry-free class of students he had ever brought.

Although the student has not called him a teacher yet.

Trust is not enough.

Lu Qing thought quietly, and brought over the picture album that he worked hard from the afternoon to the evening yesterday: "Let's tell the story to Your Majesty first."

Ning Juan's delicate eyebrows frowned: "Story? I'm not a child, what kind of story do I listen to."

"..." The child lacked good self-awareness, and Lu Qing followed with a smile, "It's a story for the emperor."

Hearing this, Ning Wan's face softened slightly, curiosity was hidden in his eyes, and his little chin raised: "Then talk about it."

This picture album is "Illustration of the Emperor's Mirror", which Lu Qingze read when he was in college. In the elective course, the professor asked him to choose a paper to write. Thanks to the paper, I remember it very firmly. The upper part of the book tells the story of the emperor's hard work, and the lower part is The consequences of doing things backwards, even with text and paintings, to teach the young emperor's entry, it is very suitable.

Ning Juan was stunned when a booklet with interesting drawings was placed in front of him.

Combined with the fact that Lu Qing didn't want him to see Xiao Fuzi drowned yesterday, he really confirmed at this moment that Lu Qing was not acting, but really treated him as a child.

But it wasn't the contempt and condescending pity that those ministers looked at him with.

Ning Juan listened to Lu Qing's story about the emperor, and that Dao Shang's hoarse voice fell into his ears, which was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it made people more comfortable and immersed in it unconsciously.

His gaze stayed on the face that was too beautiful for a man for a moment, and silently restrained the burrs that exploded around his body.

Lu Qing was always paying attention to the little emperor, and when he saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched silently.

Kid, it's still nice.

What's wrong with a little black, sooner or later it will be screwed back.

However, according to the historical records, he may not be able to speak as well as the famous family of the court. If you want to cultivate a generation of Mingjun, it is probably not enough for him to teach.

Lu Qing was lost in thought.

How can we get through Wei Herong's barrier and make the little emperor's teachers stronger?

The author has something to say:

Ning Juan, who pretended not to hear: I don't feel bad now, but I will cry later.