Raising Wolves

Lu Qing recalled the plot of the original text, and had an idea in his heart.

You need to use a key person, but the time is not yet ripe, it is not easy to find opportunities to approach each other, and you have to wait.

It is better to tidy up the little emperor in front of him first.

Lu Qing lectured seriously, Ning Juan listened more seriously, and there was a faint light in his dark eyes.

His mother concubine Jing Concubine was born in a medical family. When Emperor Chong'an went down to the south of the Yangtze River, he was unacceptable and vomited and had diarrhea. , Emperor Chong'an took her into the palace at a glance, and was quite favored for a while.

In the fifteenth year of Jian'an, the queen gave birth, and the evidence pointed to the medicine given by the concubine Jing. Although the evidence was not conclusive, Emperor Chong'an was also tired of it at this time. The mother's family was also implicated.

The life in the cold palace is not easy, let alone offending the queen, the palace servants who used to step on the low and hold the high, under the queen's order, come to smash and pick things up every three days. The already frail mother died when he was five years old. .

After Jing Concubine left, Ning Juan's situation was even more difficult.

He was so hungry that he even robbed the dog of food.

When Emperor Chong'an was completely obsessed with cultivating immortals and completely forgot that he still had such a son, Ning Juan, who was staring at the stars, was grinding the stone, thinking about slaughtering the dog for dinner.

But the hungry stomach is still the lightest. Whenever the queen thinks of her unborn child, she will send someone to torture Ninglan, and she has escaped death several times.

Fortunately, the queen died in a sullen mood, earlier than Emperor Chong'an.

The characters that Ning Juan knew and the books that he memorized were all written by Jingbi holding his hand and using a branch to write stroke by stroke on the soil. Today, Lu Qing was checking his homework. He was holding a pen for the first time.

So of course the words are not good-looking.

But to Lu Qingze, Ning Juan did not explain anything.

The original book didn't write too much detail, only one stroke of the little emperor's childhood had a miserable life, and Lu Qing really didn't know how miserable it was.

The dignified prince, no matter how miserable it is, it will not be reduced to grabbing food with the dog, right?

That was the thought that came to his mind as he turned the page.

The morning's homework ended with Lu Qingze's uncontrollable coughing again.

Ning Juan looked at Lu Qingze's lungs almost coughing out indifferently, and even avoided it.

When Lu Qing saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, he almost laughed angrily.

This child is wicked, if you don't give him a good chance, he hides like a plague.

I have to train this little **** into a three-good student who respects teachers and respects Taoism.

After coughing, Lu Qing was almost out of anger, and waved his hands weakly: "It's lunch time, Your Majesty, let's eat first."

Skinny and malnourished at first glance, you have to eat well on time.

When lunch was delivered, Lu Qing glanced at the study in the south. Except for Chang Shun, no one came in to serve him. It could be seen that the palace people really didn't take the little emperor at ease.

But Ning Juan didn't care, he hated being surrounded by people.

Lu Qing had no appetite, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Ning Juan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Lu Qing frowned, pointed to his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I can't swallow."

Originally, I had a sore throat from coughing, and it felt like a needle was pierced during the lecture. After I stopped, it was even more painful to swallow.

Ning Juan couldn't help looking in the direction Lu Qingze was pointing, the pale lips were reddish due to the violent coughing, and the contrast was great with the sick face with light cold sweat, so it was particularly conspicuous.

Even with a sick face, this person's face is still very prosperous, and he can't hide the beauty of the bones.

He snapped back to his senses, realizing that he was staring at Lu Qingze's face just now.

How can a big man grow up like this?

Ning Juan pursed his lips and glanced at Changshun: "Tell the small kitchen to cook a bowl of jujube and white fungus porridge."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

The little brat's conscience finally knows the pain?

Ning Juan didn't look at him, his face darkened, "Lord Lu should find a mask to cover his face when he has time."

Lu Qing found Pazi and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then touched his face in confusion.

what happened to the face?

Is sickness obstructing the eyes of this little ancestor?

After a day of class, Lu Qing almost lost his voice, and did not win much trust from the little emperor.

Ning Juan is like a vigilant cub who has been blasting fur all the time. He is wary of everything, and occasionally shows small fangs, intending to scare away those who approach him.

Such a young child, in modern times, is still a crazy age.

Lu Qing shook his head secretly, gave Ning Juan his homework, and left the unfinished "Di Jian Tu Shuo".

Ning Juan's face finally showed a real smile with a bit of childishness.

The child was born beautiful, and when he smiled, it was especially sweet, like a spoonful of thick golden honey. Unfortunately, the smile was like a handful of snow, which melted in an instant, so fast that Lu Qing was dazzled.

He smiled: "Tomorrow's minister will also come to the palace to give lectures on time. Don't forget to finish your schoolwork, Your Majesty."

The little emperor didn't want to send him off, so he raised his head slightly: "Go on."

Lu Qing did not bother to lead the way, and left the Qianqing Palace alone.

Halfway through, he was suddenly stopped by a team of guards, with a polite tone: "Lord Lu stay, please come with us."

There were countless casualties in the palace when it was purged. All the pro-military commanders recognized the eunuchs as godfathers at that time. After the Qing monarch, the palace was replaced by Jingwei and Jinyiwei from the Fifth Army Battalion to patrol together. Wei Herong has always been on good terms.

Obviously Wei Herong wanted to see him.

Lu Qing had expected it long ago, and followed the team of guards without asking a word.

Seeing him so cooperative, the other party was also a little surprised, but he didn't say much.

After walking for a while, the guards stopped moving when they reached Wenyuan Pavilion.

Lu Qing was psychologically prepared, pushed open the door and walked in.

Wei Herong, the biggest enemy of the original tyrant in the early stage, is sitting in front of the book desk.

Unexpectedly, the villain in the villain looked like a white-faced scholar, not cunning, and even smiled a little when he looked at Lu Qingze.

Only the coldness in his eyes showed his true colors.

Lu Qing did not dare to be careless, and bowed: "Xiaguan has seen Wei Shoufu."

"Master Lu, why do you need to be more polite?" Wei Herong glanced at Lu Qingze, "Sit down."

Lu Qing stood for a long time, his hands and feet were cold, he was not polite, he pulled the chair and sat down.

Wei Herong looked concerned: "Master Lu is in better health? I heard that the master is going to give a lecture to His Majesty today, how?"

Lu Qing thought to himself, he really came to ask this.

There was a bit of hesitation on his face, and after a while, he told Wei Herong the "Analects of Confucius" that the little emperor had written silently from his arms, and sighed slightly: "Your Majesty... I can't sit very well, the lower official let me His Majesty copied the book, and it took a whole afternoon to copy this point..."

Wei Herong took the piece of paper that was covered with words about fighting with each other, and looked at it with interest.

The characters throughout the text are messy, the strokes are messy, immature and clumsy, it is more like a drawing than writing, and many characters with a slightly more complicated structure are simply painted into an ink ball.

Lu Qing lowered his eyelashes and said, "I heard that Your Majesty has never been to a school before. He only started learning to write when he was almost twelve years old. Maybe he is not used to it yet."

It was he who painted the words in a ball. In order not to be vigilant by Wei Herong, he could only sacrifice the reputation of the little emperor.

Wei Herong, who was a little suspicious because of Xiao Fuzi's drowning, laughed and said slowly: "Your Majesty is still young, even if he is not good at learning, don't force him, it's just a child's nature."

Lu Qing's face was sad, and there was no good or bad.

Wei Herong didn't care either. This young champion was honest and straight-forward, even a little naive. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his death to remonstrate when the **** party was in power. It doesn't matter if you keep it.

He opened the memorial at will, and stopped paying attention to Lu Qingze: "Mr. Lu has worked hard, go back early and rest."

This pass is over.

Lu Qing was relieved, cupped his hands, and turned away slowly.

After leaving the Imperial City, I saw Chen Xiaodao, a social bully, squatting beside the Imperial Guard and doing homework.

Lu Qing was surprised to find that the commander of the Imperial Guard was still expressionless yesterday, but today he was involuntarily scolded by Chen Xiaodao. When Chen Xiaodao saw Lu Qingze stop talking, he showed a faint expression. Pity.

Niubi.

is a talent.

After class, he dealt with Wei Herong, while Lu Qing got into the carriage, closed his eyes weakly, and planned tomorrow's lesson plan in his mind.

It just happened that it was time to disperse, and the carriages of other Beijing officials could be seen on the avenue.

When Lu Qingze was drowsy, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Oh? Lu's carriage, is Lu Qingze Master Lu inside?"

Chen Xiaodao was blocked and had to stop the carriage.

A young man in a cyan official robe stood in the way. With his limited knowledge, he only knew that this should be an official of the fifth grade.

The scene of blocking the car halfway made many people nearby watch it, and they all stopped when they heard it.

After all, the name Lu Qingze caused a sensation in the entire capital twice last year. The first time was in Infinite Scenery High School, and the second time was when he offended the **** and was sent to prison.

Right now, the little emperor is like a puppet, and Wei Shoufu covers the sky with one hand, yet he dares to enter the palace to give lectures.

When everyone basically kept their silence to protect themselves, Lu Qingze's position was a bit embarrassing. Most of the people had the intention of watching a good show and were very curious about Lu Qingze.

In front of everyone's eyes, after a few muffled low coughs, the curtain of the carriage was gently opened by a snow-white and slender hand.

Even though the sky was dark, the hand was so white that it seemed to glow, like a piece of natural suet jade, which was extremely eye-catching.

I heard that Lu Qingze's face is very prosperous.

The people with curiosity stretched their necks, but Lu Qing did not get out of the carriage, only opened a small corner, and a voice that was neither high nor low came from the carriage, soft and hoarse: "Sir, What's up?"

Others couldn't see it because of the angle, but the young officer blocking the way saw it.

The faces of the people in the carriage were sullen, but they were still dazzling, like a snow-white flower, blooming with thrilling beauty.

Hearing Lu Qingze's words, he gave a nonchalant smile: "Lord Lu, the noble person has forgotten things, turned around and forgot my fellow countryman."

fellow countryman?

Lu Qing thought seriously, is there such a person in the original book?

Seeing his contemplative look, Cheng Wenang finally couldn't hold back: "You little dog looks down on people, I'm just here to tell you that I'm now promoted to the Ministry of Engineering, and I'm not much worse than you!"

What is Zhuang Yuanlang and Tianzishi? In the current situation, it is not a false name.

He was resentful, and Lu Qing also had a hard time remembering who this was.

Cheng Wenang didn't make many appearances in the original text. He was considered a fellow countryman with him, and his ranking in the palace exam was not high. Therefore, he gritted his teeth with jealousy towards Lu Qing, who was the champion in high school. He was only a marginal figure in the original work.

Lu Qing really didn't have much energy. He almost fell asleep thinking about it, and said angrily, "Ah, is that so, then you are really great, keep working hard."

Cheng Wenang: "…"

Lu Qing is even more extreme than before! Don't even look at him! How dare you speak so lightly!

Officials who have been busy all day do not feel tired. The high-end rest method only requires simple eating melons. Everyone can't wait to move a small stool to eat melon seeds.

Cheng Wenang endured and endured, and finally resisted the urge to speak foul language, staring at Lu Qingze's too eye-catching face, and snorted from his nose: "You don't know yet, His Royal Highness the King of Shu is coming to the capital."

Emperor Chong'an died, and the vassal king, who was his own brother, naturally had a legitimate reason to return to Beijing.

Cheng Wenang suddenly mentioned the King of Shu, not because Lu Qingze had a grudge against the King of Shu, but because... the King of Shu was sick with few people, especially Nanfeng.

Lu Qing's appearance of disaster was shown to the King of Shu. Is that puppet emperor capable of protecting him?

Cheng Wenang sneered inwardly, waiting to see Lu Qing's flustered expression.

Lu Qing couldn't resist the drowsiness completely, his eyelids drooped down, and he pondered in half-dreaming: Who is the King of Shu?

Chen Xiaodao turned his head and looked at it, and carefully lowered the curtain: "My son is asleep, are you alright? Just let it go."

Cheng Wen'ang was incompetent and furious again, staring at the carriage angrily, straddling a step aggressively.

Get out of the way.

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: This child is immoral.

Little Emperor: quq? ? ?

*The disease of widowhood: lust.