Raising wolves

    Lu Qingzhi thought back to the original plot and had a vague idea in mind.

    I need to use a key person, but the time is not ripe, not good to find the opportunity to approach each other, we have to wait.

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

    Lu Qingze gave lecture  seriously, Ning listen more seriously, and there was a faint light in his dark eyes.

    His mother concubine Jing was born in a family of medicine. When Emperor Chong'an went down to the south of the Yangtze River, he was unwell, vomited and had diarrhea. , followed by the eunuch doctor actually also collapsed, the accompanying people hastily went to invite her to come, the young girl temperament was quite favored , Chong An emperor at a glance, brought her into the palace, a moment of honor and favor.

    In the 15th year of Jian'an, the Queen had a fetus and the evidence pointed to concubine Jing's drug. Although the evidence was not conclusive, Emperor Chong'an was tired of it and not only sent concubine Jing and Ning to the cold palace, even concubine Jing's mother's family in Jiangnan was also implicated.

    The cold palace was not easy to live in, not to mention offending the empress, and the court servants who used to step on the low and hold the high, under the empress's orders, came to smash and provoke things twice a day, and his mother, who was already frail, died when he was five years old.

    After the concubine Jing's death, Ning's situation was even more difficult.

    He was so hungry that he even snatched food from vicious dogs.

    When Emperor Chong'an was completely obsessed with immortality cultivation and forgot that he had such a son, Ning was grinding stones and thinking of slaughtering the dog for dinner.

    But starvation is still the lighter issues. Whenever the queen thinks of her unborn child, she will send someone to torture Ning, he has escaped death several times.

    Fortunately, the Empress died of depression, even earlier than Emperor Chong'an.

   Ning wrote all the characters that he memories from books; stroke by stroke. Today Lu Qingze checking his homework. He was holding a pen for the first time. 

    So of course the writing doesn't look good.

     The original book didn't write too much detail of how miserable Ning childhood was so 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?

    This is the thought that floated through his mind when he turned the page.

    The morning's lesson ended with another uncontrollable coughing that Lu Qingzhe couldn't help.

    Ning looked indifferently at Lu Qingze's state of almost coughing out his lung out, 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, he hides like a plague .

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

    After coughing until their is no air left Lu Qingzhe, weakly waved his hand: "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 care for the little emperor at all. 

    But Ning also does not care, he hates being surrounded by people.

    Lu Qing had little appetite, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

    Ning 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. it hurts so much that it is 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 face.

    He snapped back to his senses and realized that he was staring at Lu Qingze's face.

    How can he look like this?

    Ning Juan pursed his lips and glanced at Changshun:  "Tell the kitchen to cook a bowl of jujube and silver ear congee (porridge)."

    Lu Qingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly.

    The little brat's conscience finally knows that it hurts?

    Ning but did not look at him, his face darkened: "Lord Lu should find a mask to cover his face when he has time."

    Lu Qing found a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and touched his face in wonder.

    What happened to my 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 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 small child, if it is in modern times, he still are in the playing age.

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

    This is the first time that a real smile with some childishness finally appeared on Ning's face.

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 I will also be in the palace on time for the lecture, your majesty do not forget to complete the lesson."

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

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

    Halfway, he was suddenly stopped by a team of guards, and his tone was quite polite: "Lord Lu stay, please follow us."

    The palace suffered numerous deaths and injuries during the great purge. All the pro-military commanders recognized the eunuchs as the lord at that time. After the Qing Jun side, the palace was replaced by the five military battalions of the capital guards and Jin Yiwei patrol together, and the five military battalion commander and Wei He-Rong has always been good friends.

    Obviously Wei He-Rong wants 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 bit surprised, but did not say anything more.

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

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

    The original tyrant's biggest enemy, Wei He-Rong, was sitting in front of a book case.

    Surprisingly, this villain of the villains looked like a white-faced scholar, the appearance is not cunning, and even smiled a little when he looked at Lu Qingze.

    The only thing that reveals his true nature is the slightest hint of coldness under his eyes.

    Lu Qingze didn't dare to be careless and gave a salute: "My humble servant has met Chief Minister Wei."

    "There is no need for Tai Fu Lu to be polite." Wei He-Rong looked at Lu QingZe a few times, "Sit."

    Lu Qing stood for a long time, his hands and feet were cold, he pulled the chair and sat down.

    Wei Herong looked concerned: "Master Lu is in better health?  I heard that today Taifu went to give a lecture to His Majesty, how was it?"

    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 about the "Analects of Confucius" that the little emperor had written silently, and sighed slightly: "Your Majesty ...... does not sit still much, the official let His Majesty copy the book, and it took a whole afternoon to copy this point..."

    Wei Herong took the paper that was crawling with words that fought with each other and surveyed it with interest.

    The entire word messy, messy strokes, childish and clumsy, rather than writing, more like drawing, 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 alerted Wei He-Rong, 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. He has a very straight forward character and even a little bit naïve. Otherwise, how could he risked death to remonstrated during the eunuch rebellion party.

    He casually opened this memorial, no longer paying any attention to Lu Qingzhi: "Lu Tai Fu has worked hard, go back early and rest."

    This level is passed.

    Lu Qingzhe was relieved, arched his hand and slowly turned around to leave.

    After leaving the imperial city, he 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 that was expressionless yesterday, were scolded by Chen Xiaodao. When Chen Xiaodao saw Lu Qingze, he stop talking and reveal a faint regret.

    Bullying.

    Is a talent.

    After the lesson and the dealing with Wei Herong, Lu Qingze got on the carriage and closed his eyes breathlessly, planning tomorrow's lesson in his mind.

    It just happened that it was time to disperse, and the carriages of other Capital City 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.

    The person blocking the way was a young man wearing a green official robe, with his limited knowledge, he only knew that this should be an official of the fifth rank.

    The scene of stopping the carriage in the middle of the road made many people nearby look over, 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 is the scenery of Scholar accomplishment, and the second time was when he offended the eunuch 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, but also very curious about Lu Qingzhi.

    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 glowed, like a piece of natural suet jade, extremely eye-catching.

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

    Everyone with curiosity stretched their necks,  but Lu Qingzhe did not come out of the carriage, only lifted a small corner, and a voice that was neither high nor low came from the carriage, soft and hoarse: "Sir, What is it?"

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

    The person in the carriage looked sickly, but still dazzling, like a snow-white euphorbia, blossoming with a thrilling beauty.

    When he heard Lu Qingzhi's words, he pulled a smile without shame: "Lord Lu is too noble to forget things, he forgot about me, a fellow countryman."

    Fellow countryman?

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

    Cheng Wenang couldn't hold back seeing his contemplative look: "You little dog looks down on others, 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!"

        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 examination was not high. Therefore, he gritted his teeth with jealousy towards Lu Qing, who was the champion in Scholar Examination. 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 Qingze is even more bold than before! Not even looking at him directly! The tone of voice still dares to be so light and airy!

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

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

    Cheng Wen'ang 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.....Widow's Disease*. 

If King Shu appearance would bring disaster. Is that puppet emperor capable of protecting him?

Cheng Wenang sneered inwardly, waiting to see Lu Qingzhe's panicked expression.

    Lu Qingzhe was completely unable to resist the drowsiness, his eyelids drooping down, half asleep, half awake, thinking: who is the King of Shu?

    Chen Xiaodao twisted his head to look, carefully put down the curtain: "My young master is asleep, are you alright? Just let it go."

    Cheng Wenang gave out another burst of incompetent fury, angrily glaring at the carriage, straddling a step aggressively.

    Get out of the way.

    The author has something to say.

    Lu Qingze: this child is lacking in virtue.

    The young emperor: quq????

    * Widow's Disease: horny.