Raising wolves

    The next day, some royal secrets suddenly spread in the streets.

    For example, there was a story that was suppressed in the past: when Ning Cong, the king of Shu, was still a prince, he forced his concubine in the harem and was caught on the spot. His Royal Highness's thing is much smaller than ordinary men, so maybe the iron pestle has been ground into needles...

    The common people like to listen to this kind of thing after a meal. As soon as this secret news came out, it immediately became popular in the capital, and quickly flew out of the capital. In just three days, various versions were made.

    By the time Ning Cong came out of the punishment department, he had completely become a laughing stock.

    The stories of the King of Shu are vividly sung in the streets and alleys. In some remote places, it is said that a book has been published, which became a teahouse hit.

    It was naturally impossible for gossip's mouth to be blocked. Ning Cong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The first thing he did was to send someone to investigate. However, the source of the secret was completely broken, and there was no trace of it.

    And he didn't have time to investigate further.

    He must return to the fiefdom immediately.

    Ning Cong thought about it, and felt that the most suspicious person was either the little emperor or Ning Jing.

    After thinking for a while with the only reason left, Ning Cong had the answer: How could the wasteful young emperor have the ability to interfere outside the palace?

    It must be because Ning Jing that had to leave Beijing early, he was resentful, and this rumor spread on purpose!

    The ministers who were watching the excitement in the court also thought so, silently watching the two vassal kings gossip.

    When passing by, he couldn't help but glance at Ning Cong's “downstairs”, showing a somewhat contemplative expression without a trace.

    ...how small is it?

    For a time, Ning Cong hated Ning Jing for the bleeding rumours, and before he left, he caused trouble for Ning Jing.

    Even if Ning Jing was makes him really depressed, he was not easy to deal with, and his methods were much more savage and clever than Ning Cong's. In the evening, he left the capital with hatred.

    Ning Juan listened to Zheng Yao's return, and a sneer appeared between his eyebrows: "You did a good job, let them bite each other ."

    Zheng Yao couldn't help laughing, he hadn’t seen Ning Cong happy for a long time.

    This is a loss, but it's really a relieved.

    At this moment, a Jin Yi guard knocked on the door outside: "Report to Your Majesty, this subordinate has caught a sneaky chamberlain near Qian Qing Palace."

    Ning Juan filled with bad memories and frowned, "Put it up."

The servant who was brought up drooped his brows, his face was pale with despair, and he knelt down and shivered, unable to say a single sentence of begging for mercy.

    Ning Juan already had some hunch in his heart: "Who sent you here?"

        The chamberlain trembled even more.

    Zheng Yao was impatient and went up and gave him a kick: "Did you get your mouth cut when you were purifying yourself? Answer me!"

    Zheng Yao's face was vicious, and he was sturdy and fierce, and the servant was so frightened that he almost lost control on the spot, and said tremblingly, "Slave, slave servant, by order of His Majesty King Shu, came to deliver a message to Master Lu."

    "Say it word by word." Ning Juan said lightly, "If you miss a word, you will be subject to one more punishment. You shouldn't want to experience the torture methods of the imperial prison."

    The last trace of blood on the waiter's face also faded, and under the fear, a pool of water stains appeared under him.

    Zheng Yao was disgusting enough: "It's dirtying Your Majesty's eyes! Your Majesty, it is better for your subordinates to bring it back and examine it out, and record word by word."

    Hearing this sentence, the inner servant was completely frightened, and stammered while kowtowing: "His Royal Highness, the King of Shu, wants to say to Master Lu, don't think that your face hurts, this king will let you go, and next time we meet, you will be kneeling on the bed strip naked, like a bitch, begging the king…..."

    He really didn't dare to say the last two words.

    The room was silent, Zheng Yao's mouth twitched, his scalp tingled, he didn't dare to look at the little emperor's face, he held his breath and pretended that he didn't exist.

    After a while, he heard Ning Juan's extremely depressed voice: "Go down, cut off the tongue, and hit with a stick till death (cane death)."

    As if Zheng Yao was granted an amnesty, he hurriedly carried the person and went down.

    Ning Juan took out the dagger with a blank face, and with a "cha" sound, it pierced through the stack of glutinous rice cakes next to it, and even the porcelain plate underneath was broken into several pieces.

    His hand holding the dagger was shaking, trying his best to restrain the urge to kill Ning Cong.

    If it wasn't for the situation….. Next time, he would definitely kill Ning Cong with his own hands.

    He doesn't allow anyone to insult Lu Qingze and have that kind of dirty thoughts towards him.

    Lu Qing knew that Ning Cong left the capital today. After drinking the medicine, he lay on the bed and waited.

    No one came to harass him until the sky was dreary.

    It seems the prediction is wrong. Could this thing be the same person? He didn't actually send someone to disgust him before leaving.

    But it is best not to be harassed, naturally.

    Lu Qing closed his eyes with peace of mind, and gradually became a little sleepy, but he didn't let himself fall asleep.

    Not long after, there was a very subtle noise from outside, and someone tiptoed into the room and leaned in.

    Lu Qing opened his eyes and watched a small figure in the dark walk to the bedside, and carefully reaching out to explore.

    Before waiting for the hand to reach under his nose, Lu Qing opened his mouth first: "No need to test, your master is alive and well."

    The little figure by the bed froze: "Is the teacher still asleep?"

    Lu Qing said lazily, "I'm waiting for you."

    "Teacher knows I'm coming?"

    Lu Qing smiled but not smiled: "No way, who made me wake up every morning and find a bunch of cat footprints on the carpet."

    Since the morning before, he noticed that the snow-white soft wool carpet, there is a few patches of black little feet pattern, like the snow on the kitten footprints, a glance can be seen who left them.

    ... This child seems to be really worried that he fell asleep in the middle of the night and suddenly disappeared. He has to come every night to see if he is still alive.

    "Why don't you wear shoes?" Lu Qing reached out and touched the little brat. After all, he put on a robe today.

    Ning Juan whispered, "I'm afraid to wake you up."

    Lu Qing laughed and laughed, and reluctantly pulled away a corner of the quilt: "Since you are so worried, sleep with me."

    Ning Juan is a boy anyway, sleeping with him is fine.

    The little emperor didn't climb up immediately, but shrank back: "Teacher wait for me, I'll go wash my feet!"

    As if he was afraid that Lu Qing would regret it, he turned his head and trotted out.

    After a while, Da Da Da came back with the little pillow, put the little pillow beside Lu Qingze, and slid into the quilt.

    Lu Qing looked amused: "Do you want to sleep with me so much?"

    Ning Juan hummed seriously: "The teacher is fragrant."

    It's the kind of plum fragrance that soaks into the bones, gentle and calm, a little lighter when cold, a little stronger when warm, as long as the smell of this scent, it will make him feel calm.

    Lu Qing flicked his forehead and whispered, "Little brat."

    Ning Juan didn't think it was contrary, but when Lu Qing scolded him like that, he was a little unspeakably happy.

    Definitely not be like Chen Xiaodao.

    Or is he closer to Lu Qing now!

    At night, the palace was as silent as death.

    Lu Qing was quiet for a while, but he still said, "Guo Guo, Ning Cong leaves capital, I should go back to the house."

    Ning Juan, who was still secretly poking into his arms, was startled and aggrieved: "Why do you want to leave in such a hurry, teacher, don't you like staying with me?"

        The silvery white moonlight trickled in from the window, faintly reflecting the interior of the house, and I could vaguely see the child's petulant appearance, his long eyelashes moistened, his dark eyes flooded with tears, his small mouth flattened, like a puppy that had fallen into the water and looked over pitifully.

    The little emperor learns fast, he learns to act like a spoiled child.

    Cute things make people owe, but Lu Qing couldn't help pinching his face again, and his mouth was ruthless: "This trick is useless."

    Ning Juan said: "The palace is so big, can't the teacher live in the palace in the future?"

    "No." Lu Qing's principle is clear, "I am an external minister, what does it look like to live in the palace."

    Before the death of Emperor Chong'an, a large number of palace concubines were given to death, but there were still a few who were not favored and still stayed in the cold courtyard of the deep palace.

    If it weren't for the fact that he was the emperor's teacher and was wounded, and had a good reputation in the court, living in the palace for so long, the group of imperial officials would have scolded him to death.

    "But..." Ning Juan was very unwilling.

    Lu Qing was injured, and if he left the palace to rest now, he would definitely be reluctant to go to the palace to teach for him every day.

    In his capacity, he couldn't run out of the palace every day to find Lu Qingze.

    Lu Qing rubbed the little head that was rubbing against his arms, fluffy: "Be good, be obedient."

    The hand that landed on the head is not wide and strong, but gentle and meticulous, with a soft compassionate compassion.

    Ning Wan could not refuse.

    He made a low "um", and his voice was low and long, full of disappointment.

    Lu Qing really couldn't bear to make the child sad, and his voice became more gentle: "Guo Guo, the teacher went back to prepare a birthday present for you."

    A Gift?

    Ning Wan blinked, it was still too early for his birthday.

    But when he thought that Lu Qingze was preparing gifts for him, he felt a little more comfort, hugged Lu Qingze's arm, and chatted with him for a while.

    In the end, Lu Qing couldn't resist the sleepiness, and his breathing gradually evened out.

    The next day, in the midst of the little emperor's desperation, Lu Qing was dragged to the palace where he left in the evening.

    The little guy was not at ease, so he asked Chang shun to send Lu Qingze home, along with a bunch of medicinal herbs and supplements, and packed a carriage full of them.

    Chen Xiaodao waited outside the palace early, and happily picked up Lu Qingze.

    When he arrived at the Lu Mansion, he sent Chang shun away, instructed the servants to put away the things brought out of the palace, and then helped Lu Qing to walk into the inner courtyard of the Lu Mansion after a long absence.

    After entering the room, Chen Xiaodao started talking about the business: "Master, as you said, I hired a better doctor for Mr. Fan's mother. Now that Fan's mother's condition has improved, I guess he will come to visit tonight."

    "It's hard work," Lu Qing patted Chen Xiaodao on the shoulder with relief, "Thanks to you, it's done well."

    Chen Xiaodao's tail was about to be lifted to the sky, and he was full of energy: "I'll order the kitchen to make medicine! Young master take a good rest for a while."

    Chen Xiaodao guessed right. After dinner, Lu Qing drank a bowl of bitter medicine with a sullen face in the study, and just grinned and put on a pain mask when Fan Xingyan came to visit Lu Mansion.

    He calmly put on the silver-white mask he brought out of the palace: "Go and invite people here."

  

 The author has something to say:

    Ning Guoguo: I don't allow anyone to have xxoo thoughts about the teacher!

    Later: The villain was actually me.