Raising wolves

    Lu Qingzhe reacted quickly, turned sideways to block Ning's line of sight, lowered his head and met his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

    This little son of a bitch was just mocking him?

    Xiao Fuzi struggled in the water trying to climb out, desperately shouting for help, but unfortunately, in order to complete today's performance, he has already send the guards away, and this is a remote place, where to call people.

    Although Ning can not see, but guessed, once again spoke: "beat it down."

    Xiao Huangmen  is very eager to obey the order.

    The sound of pounding water and screaming is close at hand, Lu Qingzhi listened with mixed feelings.

    In addition to the slight discomfort, on the other hand, he was slightly relieved that the little emperor is smart and calm, not a pathetic little fish, and on the other hand, a little worried.

    For children in their teens, their worldview has already been established, and then later should be to the rebellious period.

    Imperial Teacher Lu Qing, on the other hand, inwardly evaluated his new student.

    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 pushed Lu Qingze away impolitely, his gaze fell on Xiao Huangmen  who was behaving quite bravely. Although he was young, he had a dignified face and tried his best to show His Majesty's bearing: "What's your name?"

    Xiao Huangmen is usually subject to Xiao Fuzi bullying, fearlessly prevent himself from being killed by Xiao Fuzi's. At the same time, he is loyal to the monarch and repays the master : "Your majesty, this sevant called Changshun, and I'm serving in the Shangyi prison."

    Ning burned out a sound: "From now on you are to serve me."

    Although the little emperor is a puppet, he is an emperor after all. To be able to work beside the emperor, the risk and reward is 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, its not good, Xiao Fuzi accidentally fell into the water to save His Majesty!"

 I'm going to get the guards to to fished the body!"

    After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

    Ning attention has actually been placed on Lu Qingze, see his lips pursed thin red, and looked like he wanted to speak, holding his breath and waiting.

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

    He covered his mouth, turned his head, and suddenly coughed heartily,  as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. a tragic white face all over the flush, just listening to him coughing, his lungs and throat hurt.

    Ning : "......"

    Ning tired of opening his mouth: "Send me back to Qianqing Palace, do not stand here."

    Lu Qing then from the state of blindingly slow, and his throat was bursting with stabbing pain, and there was a faint bloody smell.

    The original body was caught by the eunuch party into the imperial prison, He was immersed in the water prison in the middle of the winter. Lu Qing came through, but it could not improve the body that was injured to the core, he probably have to endure a long time of illness.

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

        The two of them left the imperial garden, and then Changshun called the guards to come. A large number of people in the palace, heard that the young majesty almost fell into the water, but not many people are 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: : "Which gentleman is teaching  the recent lessons, Your Majesty?"

    Hearing this question, Ning twisted his head in surprise to look at him, to make sure that Lu Qingzhi's eyes are doubtful 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.

    The first thing you need to know is that Ning has been in the cold palace since childhood and has not even been able to go to school.

    The first minister Wei He-Rong naturally happy to see it, Ning is a man to be taken advantage of, he is most assured that Ning Juan is an idiot who can be manipulated.

    The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

    Lu Qingzhi also figured it out, without much hesitation, directly said: "Then from tomorrow, I will come to read to His Majesty."

    A cool breeze blew, and Lu Qingzhe crooked again like papier-mâché.

    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 Qingzhi 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 for a while in the palace, and strolling out of the huge palace, Lu Qingzhe is almost out of breath, his voice is weak: "Fast, Come on, hurry up , you can send me to heaven."

    Chen Xiaodao immediately converge to be comparable to a snail.

    Back to the Lu House, Lu Qingzhe drank a bowl of medicine, lay quietly for an hour , before having the energy to get up, went to the study, first picked a few books from the bookshelf, in turn, flipped through a while, holding a brush, drawing up on the paper.

    Chen Xiaodou was at the side to help with the ink, secretly looking at this unfamiliar master.

    Lu Qingzhe wore a light green dress, even in the house, but also to put on a cloak, wide sleeves under the wrist bones, as if a gentle pinch will break it, the skin is pale almost transparent, veins are clear, look weak, but the wrist holding the brush are not shaking, stable.

   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 sharpen his temperament to cultivate his body, he teach him to write calligraphy, 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 young master drawing?"

    Lu Qingze said leisurely: "The Daqi version of the elementary school students must study one."

    Chen Xiaodao: "What??"

    Cultural people's speech, really do not understand.

    Chen Xiaodao grew up on the street, can't read or write, fainted on the street and was picked up, and the next day Lu Qingze was imprisoned, so he didn't have the time to learn around the Scholar. A little envious, muttered unconsciously, "If only I could read and write."

    Lu Qingze teaching spirit was touched, he glance at him: "Okay, I will teach you calligraphy every day from now on, and you have to do it well."

    Chen Xiaodao: "!!!"

    Chen Xiaodao was surprised, afraid that Lu Qingze regretted, immediately called: "Thank you, sir!"

   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 he came in, but he and the original "Lu Qingzhe" not only look exactly the same, even the handwriting is the same.

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

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

    Ning 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.

    This group of students, those thieves under the podium, really think the teacher can not see it.

   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."

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

    Lu Qingzhe narrowed his eyes and saw the first problem.

    The posture was not right.

    But he didn't say anything, he just quietly watched Ning 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 Qingzhi took a look over, eyebrows slightly raised.

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 eunuch beside him scratches his head.

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

    There are not many words that can be crawled up.

    Except for the unbearable 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 then looked at it and smiled faintly: "His Majesty's words are very hard, but there is very much 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.

    The child's self-esteem was poked.

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 middle finger 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 the concubine would hold him in her arms and protect him when he was young.

    Lu Qing then took Ning  seriously to write a few words, 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.

    The first reaction was a sigh of relief. Then a slight loss rose up in the bottom of his heart, as if he didn't want to let go.

   He frowned, throwing away those unreasonable thoughts,  and slowly re-wrote a few more words according to the posture Lu Qingze taught him.

    It was a little difficult to adjust the pen grip, after all, it became a habit, but when Ning lifted the pen again, he never missed it again.

    Lu Qing was relieved - this was the most trouble-free class of students he had ever brought.

    Although this student has not yet called him a teacher.

    The trust level is not enough.

    Lu Qingze thought slyly and brought over the picture book he had worked diligently on yesterday from afternoon to evening: "Let's start by telling His Majesty a story next."

    The tip of Ning's beautiful eyebrows knitted: "A story? I'm not a child, what story to listen to."

    "......" This child lacks good self-awareness, Lu Qing then smiled and said smoothly, "It is a story for the emperor to hear."

    Smiling, Ning face slightly slowed down, under the eyes hid curiosity, small chin anon: "Then tell it."

This picture book 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.

    The pamphlet, which was wonderfully drawn, was placed in front of him, and Ning was stunned.

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 him 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.

    Little children, are very good to please well.

    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 He-Rong's level, so that the young emperor's teachers are stronger?