Raising Wolves

Since Lu Qing left, Ning Juan often dreamed.

Over a thousand long nights, he could only hope to see Lu Qingze in his dreams, but he never saw it.

Every time, he could only see a fleeting back or a vague silhouette. Even in his dreams, 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 back, murmured and begged him not to disappear, but the moment he stepped forward and hugged, his arms became empty.

Only a handful of embers from the fire remained.

Ning Juan was like falling into an abyss, woke up with a cold sweat on his forehead, opened his eyes, and only had a cold clothes that had long since dissipated in his arms.

After seeing the spirit card that Lu Qing asked Duan Lingguang to make, he knew that Lu Qing had died on purpose.

It turned out that he would rather die than stay by his side.

Trance and torment.

Severe headache, accompanied by insomnia all night long, Ning Juan felt that he was split in half, and everything in the past tormented himself repeatedly.

Half hated himself, and 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.

Lu Qing wanted him to be a wise man of the ages, so he would be, and if he wanted Haiyan Heqing, he would create a peaceful and prosperous world.

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

It is now the fourth year.

In the dark and cold long night, he was alone, walking alone. He was so tired that he was about to fall down in the next second, but in the darkness, he suddenly smelled a familiar plum fragrance.

Suddenly bright.

Under the effect of the medicine, Lu Qing collapsed weakly.

Ning Juan was already ready, took a step forward, and gently caught Lu Qingze.

The soft and thin body leaned into his arms unconsciously, as if leaning over on his own initiative, constantly slipping and falling softly.

Ning Juan put his arms around his waist, wishing to use all his strength to lock this ruthless man in his arms, so that he could no longer take a step away, but deep down in his heart, he knew more about the fragility of this body, and the contradictions were pulling so hard. His breathing was rapid, his eyes were red, and after a long while, he commanded in a hoarse voice: "Bring a wet handkerchief."

The dark guard who was standing outside the door silently stepped forward and handed over a wet handkerchief, not daring to glance at it unnecessary.

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

After the ordinary mask was wiped off and the lead was washed, the familiar face was reappeared in front of him little by little.

The slightly twisted eyebrows, the thick and slender eye tails, the distinct tear moles, the morbid flushing under the cheekbones covered by lead powder, and the watery red lips.

Everything is familiarity 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, he dropped the handkerchief, lowered his head and whispered in Lu Qingze's ear, "Teacher, I won't admit it again. is you."

He recognized it the moment he saw the back of the man standing by the river buying flowers.

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

How could Lu Qing dare to 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.

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

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 Wan endured, seeing Lu Qing pretending to be mad and foolish in front of him, watching him deliberately pretending to be vulgar, and the moment Lu Qing fell into his arms, he felt like a treasure, and could not wait to take him back to the palace.

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

However, he really couldn't bear it for that long, and it was his limit to be able to tolerate it until now.

Ning Juan took off his cloak, wrapped Lu Qingze all over his body, and covered his face with a hood.

Immediately, he leaned over slightly and picked up Lu Qingze in his arms, like a wolf who had successfully hunted but was afraid that his prey would be coveted, grabbed him impatiently, and strode out of the inn.

In the afternoon, Changshun was given countless instructions that made him stunned. Just now, he arrived with his imperial chariot, and he saw His Majesty hug a man wrapped in a cloak out, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

The inn is surrounded by Jinyiwei, and the residents have been taken away one by one for interrogation. At this time, the innkeeper has also been taken away. Everyone dared not make a sound, and lowered their eyes as if they did not see it.

What is your majesty doing?

The things he asked him to prepare in the afternoon... what are they going to do?

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

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

After a pause, three more words: "Be steady."

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

Changshun walked beside the carriage, lowered his head and reported by the carriage window: "...What you ordered has already been explained, and it will be ready in three days."

Ning Juan responded indifferently, then ignored the outside world, only carefully lifted the corner of the cloak, and confirmed it again.

Lu Qing is still there.

Probably because he didn't sleep very well, Lu Qingze's eyebrows were tightly knitted.

He stretched out his fingers and stroked Lu Qingze's eyebrows, touching the delicate skin, his fingertips trembled repressively, and some dark thoughts were surging in his chest, which he could only suppress.

When he arrived in the palace, Xu Shu had already waited one step ahead, and when he saw that His Majesty's imperial chariot had finally returned, he complained dissatisfiedly: "Your Majesty, I was trying a new medicine, and suddenly called me here, waiting here for so long. , don't say what you're going to do, is it possible that you have a premonition that your indestructible body is going to get sick?"

Chang Shun heard a cold sweat on his forehead.

He had seen someone who dared to be so rude to His Majesty, and now he is either dead or imprisoned in Beizhen Fusi, it is better to die than to live.

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

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

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

Xu Shu looked at Changshun's winking reminder, and felt a little weird after realizing it, but he didn't take it too seriously. Just as he was about to speak again, the coachman's bodyguard opened the thick curtain of the carriage.

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

Only then did Xu Shu realize that it wasn't that Ning Juan ignored him, or that his temper improved, but that his attention was all on the person in his arms, and he didn't have time to give other people a glimpse of his eyes, so naturally he didn't care about him. How is the attitude.

Except for Lu Qingze, Xu Shu had never seen Ning Juan being so tight on anyone, so he subconsciously stood on tiptoe, wanting to take a look at how sacred that person was, but that person was wrapped tightly in a cloak, not to mention his face, there was no skin at all. exposed.

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

After that, he strode into the front door of the palace, his steps were extremely steady, as if he was afraid of waking up the person he was holding.

Xu Shu was confused, and when he followed Chang Shun in, he asked in a low voice, "Who is that?"

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

Xu Shu followed and stepped into the threshold, realizing later that it was neither the Palace of Heavenly Purity nor the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Today, he was called into the palace in a hurry, because the sky was dark and he was a bit lunatic.

Surrounded by a plum forest, when the warmth returned to the cold, the cold and arrogant plum blossoms bloomed on the branches, and the plum fragrance floated.

He raised his head, and in the darkness, vaguely recognized the words on the plaque.

Hidden Snow.

Changshun sent someone to spend an afternoon cleaning Yinxuexuan, which had been closed for three years, so meticulous that even the dust on the windows was wiped clean.

The earth dragon burned, and the warmth dispelled the spring cold.

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

Ning Juan walked to the edge of the newly made soft bed, put the person in his arms on the bed, and then lifted the cloak that shrouded him.

Seeing that person's face clearly, it was Xu Shu who was mentally prepared, and he couldn't help but let out a cold breath, horrified: "This, this is..."

Lu Qingze!

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

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

Xu Shu finally understood why today's His Majesty the Emperor was so strange.

It is true, in this world, apart from Lu Qingze himself, who else can make His Majesty the Emperor so anxious?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he vaguely understood the crux of the matter. When he gave Lu Qingze a pulse, he felt the heavy pressure around him. He thought about Ning Juan's situation in the past three years, and then looked at Lu Qingze's pale expression. Sick face, I don't know who to feel more pitiful for a while.

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

After a while, Xu Shu first said what His Majesty wanted to know most: "Lord Lu's body is weaker than in previous years, but fortunately, he didn't lose too much. It needs to be stricter."

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

Xu Shu didn't cover Lu Qingze, and continued: "Now it's just a cold, the wind chills into the body, and you can recover after drinking the medicine for two days."

After a pause, I remembered that when I gave Lu Qingze a pulse just now, the wrist was so thin that it seemed like it would be broken if I squeezed it, so I reminded again implicitly: "But Mr. Lu is weak and weak, both physically and emotionally. I can't help being too intense, and it's best to do it slowly."

Ning Juan ignored this sentence, got the diagnosis result, and rushed out: "Go out."

It seems that someone can no longer tolerate someone looking at Lu Qingze from one side.

The corner of Xu Shu's mouth twitched. He can cure physical diseases, but not heart diseases. His Majesty has been gloomy in recent years, and the heart disease is undoubtedly Lu Qingze.

No matter how arrogant he is, he knows that he should not get involved in this matter.

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

He just sat on the head of the bed, staring straight at him for fear that Lu Qing would disappear.

After the medicine below was delivered, he moved a bit, clasped Lu Qingze's jaw expressionlessly, and fed the medicine in.

It's not the gentle oral feeding of the past, but a punishing injection.

One mouthful after another, without stopping, Lu Qing drank a little anxiously in his sleep, coughed a little, and 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 dealing with some kind of fragile china.

He was really afraid that he would lose control and bite Lu Qingze to death.

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

The familiar, warm plum fragrance filled my chest.

But it seemed to be mixed with something else, not a bitter medicinal taste, but another more bitter thing, which made his heart sour, his eyes turned red with grievance, but he didn't say anything and sipped tightly. lips.

The moment he saw Lu Qingze next to Xing Lin, he suddenly realized something, the blood in his body seemed to be cold for a moment, and then it boiled again.

Lu Qing is not dead.

He just left him and didn't want him anymore.

At that moment, he felt the pain of being cut open and dripping with blood.

But the boiling blood flowed turbulently through his heart, and for three years, he had never felt his heartbeat so clearly.

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

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

He grew up and fulfilled his childhood wish to hold Lu Qingze tightly in his arms and put his chin on his head.

The heart that had been poured into by the cold wind for three years suddenly became solid.

Even if the person is in his arms, Ning Juan is still unsteady.

For fear that this is still a part of the dream, as long as he lets go, Lu Qing will disappear.

Until the sky was about to dawn, Ning Juan, who felt the light breathing of the person in his arms, blushed and finally confirmed.

His waixue is back.

Lu Qing woke up the next evening.

It wasn't because the medicine Ning Juan had put in the tea in the inn was too strong, but it was superimposed on the bowl of cold medicine last night, with some soothing things in it.

He was still feverish when he woke up, but the splitting headache had disappeared.

He closed his eyes and woke up dizzily for a while. The memories of last night slowly reappeared, while Lu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly scanned the surrounding environment.

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

Unfamiliar because he did not live in this house.

Familiarity is because... This bedroom and he occasionally chatted with Ning Juan, when it comes to the layout of the bedroom where he used to live, it is almost the same, more like the house Ning Juan built in the Qianqing Palace before.

where is this?

Ning tired?

And, he was taken away from the inn, what about Qian Mingming?

Lu Qing propped his forehead and tried to get up, but his strength did not recover, so he fell back again.

This movement disturbed Changshun, who was guarding outside. Changshun hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in. Seeing Lu Qingze, who was full of cold sweat, he felt as if he hadn't woken up yet.

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

He came in and saw that behind the looming gauze, that unforgettable face.

Changshun was blinded for a while.

Isn't Mr. Lu dead?

That person was Lord Lu yesterday?

Master Lu is not dead, why not return to the capital, but also Yi Rong to return to the capital?

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. He took the warm tea ready at any time and brought it to the bedside. Seeing how ugly his face was, he couldn't help sighing a long time: "Lord Lu... You, this, why is this necessary..."

Lu Qing frowned. Even though his throat was thirsty, he didn't take the tea because of the shadow. He asked bluntly, "Where's Your Majesty?"

Changshun said dryly: "Your Majesty is dealing with some affairs, and he will come over in a while."

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

Chang Shun suddenly became mute and remained silent.

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

Chang Shun hurriedly stopped him: "Oh, Mr. Lu, stop tossing yourself, your majesty has people guarding the whole place, you can't get out! If you let your majesty know that you want to leave when you wake up, your majesty will definitely be more careful. 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 is still involved, the situation will definitely become more and more out of control!

His temples jumped up and down, but Lu Qing didn't know where the strength came from, so he threw off Changshun, stepped on the soft and heavy wool carpet, and walked to the door.

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

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

Lu Qingze's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he bumped into Ning Juan unexpectedly, and blurted out: "You put Qian Mingming..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yan stretched out his hand and picked him up.

The moment his body was in the air, Lu Qingze's mind was covered, and he had never been treated like this before.

What is this **** doing?

How dare he carry him like a sandbag? !

Chang Shun was frightened when he saw it, and with great discernment, he quickly slipped out from the side, took the door and instructed the nearby palace servants to stay away, not to hear anything that should not be heard.

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

The height difference was a little big, and he was dizzy from the fall. Fortunately, the bed was thick and soft, and apart from the dizziness, he didn't suffer any other injuries.

By the time he came over and wanted to escape, it was already too late, his eyes darkened, Ning Juan put his hand on his head and locked him in his arms, his handsome face was icy cold, and he said nothing. Holding his chin up, he kissed him involuntarily.

Lu Qingze's pupils shrank sharply.

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

This unethical feeling cannot be easily exposed, so it is always in the dark, when he is half asleep.

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

Straightforward, fiery emotion came over me.

This made Lu Qingze somewhat flustered.

His emotions were always flat and unwavering, and Ning Juan in the past also suppressed those emotions, like a quietly flowing water, which he could still handle.

But he had never faced such a surge of emotion.

Lu Qing wanted to struggle, but when Ning Juan was 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 ill.

Ning Wan can easily subdue him with one hand.

The lips and teeth were unavoidable, the sound of kissing clearly penetrated into the ear hole, and the lips were sore from being rubbed together.

Ning Yan seemed to want to bite him to death, he was buried deep in the quilt, with the man's hot and strong chest on his body, the iron wall was generally unshakable, and his breathing was violently deprived.

Lu Qing was breathing hard, almost thinking that Ning Juan hated him so much that he wanted him to suffocate like this.

He bites back subconsciously, trying to let Ning Wan eat the pain and let go, but Ning Wan eats the pain, instead of letting go of him, the kiss deepens.

The **** smell spread.

Lu Qingze's breathing became weaker, and there were bursts of flowers in front of his eyes.

Just when Lu Qing thought that he was going to die of suffocation, Ning Juan ended the **** kiss, and fresh air poured into his lungs, causing him to cough a few times.

Blood stains remained on the corner of Lu Qingze's lips, Ning Wan stared at that lip, stretched out his finger and wiped the trace of blood, and when he wiped the lip, it was instantly white and red, extremely gorgeous.

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

Lu Qing was dizzy and breathless. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, warning him, "Ning Juan, I'm your teacher."

How did Ning Juan become so arrogant and arrogant!

After hearing this, Ning Wan not only did not restrain, but instead smiled sarcastically, his eyes were cloudy, and his fingertips pressed against his lips, forcibly separating his lips.

Lu Qing was powerless to resist him, his long hair was scattered in a mess, his clothes were disheveled, his eyebrows were furrowed, his snow-white Adam's apple was sweaty, and his lips became red because he was forced to separate them, and the tip of his tongue was bright red. Expose a little.

That face, which had always been bloodless, was morbidly flushed because of the illness.

The whole figure is like a plum blossom in bloom in the courtyard, with a touch of red in the snow-white, thrilling and magnificent.

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

Messy, damp, fuzzy and searing.

The same is true of people in dreams.

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

Those eyes that are rarely stained with anger, it seems that Ning Juan has many animals.

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

Lu Qing was ill. Looking at his appearance, he was thinking about that kind of thing.

What slowly figure it out.

Three years ago, he wanted to slowly figure it out, and he endured it again and again, but finally gave Lu Qingze a chance to ruthlessly escape.

When he was suffering from the pain in his heart, Lu Qing flew away with the Duan man.

Ning Juan said slowly: "So you still remember that I am your student."

When he said this, his heart was contracting violently and hurting.

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

How can you leave your students alone?

The bodies of the two were very close, and Lu Qing could inevitably feel the changes in this young body.

His face changed, and he spit out Ning tired fingers resentfully, and his voice rose a bit because of panic and anger: "I don't have a student who wants to sleep with me!"

Ning Juan didn't care about the fingers with deep teeth marks, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, I'll 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 prisoner?"

Lu Qing is usually quiet and indifferent, with a clear and pure like snow and moon, gentle and alienated, no one can really disturb him, make him lose his temper, and make him fluctuate.

Spitting out those two words from such a mouth makes one's heart ticklish unbearably, wishing to do something to stain this snow and win this moon.

Ning Juan inexplicably felt a hint of joy, held his hand, and kissed his fingertips with a low smile: "Huai Xue, are you shaking, are you afraid?"

Only then did Lu Qing realize that he was indeed shaking a little, but he was not afraid, but angry.

"I didn't think about it that much," Ning Juan changed the kiss to a bite, with a delicate pain, "I'll let you marry me openly."

Marry what? !

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

There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He was already low in energy and was still ill. He really had no energy to entangle with this madman. He closed his eyes tiredly, and scolded hoarsely: "Go away, are you a mad dog? "

"I am." Ning Juan's pupils were as deep as thick ink, and he couldn't see the real emotions, and his voice was smiling, "Teacher, the mad dog is about to bite."

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

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

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

The torture-like bite was over, Ning Juan gently kissed his wound, and the broken voice rang in his ear in a low, suppressed voice.

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

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

...do you really hate him?

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

Realizing that Lu Qingze had fallen asleep, Ning Juan calmed down a little, opened his collar, glanced at the deep tooth marks on the back of his neck, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, the corner of his mouth twitched, Embracing Lu Qing then lay down, sniffed his breath, and closed his eyes tiredly.

This is the first time in three years that I don't need medication for sleep.

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Lu Qingze: Are you a mad dog?

Ning Juan: Did you know that?

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