Raising Wolves: Chapter 13

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 what, 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 with added oil and vinegar were derived.

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, and it has become a popular teahouse for a while.

It was naturally impossible for Youyou'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 fief 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: Where did the wasteful little emperor have the ability to intervene outside the palace?

It must be because Ning Jing 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 Xia Sanlu, showing a somewhat contemplative expression without a trace.

...how small is it?

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

Ning Jing was thrown into a black pot, and he was also very depressed, but 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 the dog."

Zheng Yao couldn't help laughing, he had seen Ning Cong unhappy for a long time.

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

At this moment, a Jin Yiwei knocked on the door outside: "Report to Your Majesty, this subordinate has caught a sneaky servant near the Qianqing 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 waiter trembled even more.

Zheng Yao was impatient, and he stepped up with a kick: "When you cleanse, your mouth was cut too? Reply!"

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, under the order of His Royal Highness the King of Shu, come, come and pass a word 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: "Your Majesty's eyes are dirty! Your Majesty, it's better for your subordinates to bring it back for trial, and keep it right."

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 Kneeling on the bed like a strip, 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 Wan's extremely depressed voice: "Go down, cut your tongue, and kill with a stick."

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 weren'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 Beijing today. After drinking the medicine, he lay on the bed and waited.

Until the sky was dark, no one came to harass.

It seems to be a mistake in prediction. Could this thing be a person? He didn't actually send someone to disgust him before leaving.

But it is best not to be harassed.

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 house and leaned in.

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

Before waiting for the hand to reach under his nose, Lu Qing opened his mouth first: "Don't try, your master is living a good life."

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 day before yesterday morning, he has noticed that on the white and soft wool carpet, there are a few black little feet, like the footprints of kittens on the snow, and he can tell at a glance who left them.

... The child seems to be really worried that he fell asleep in the middle of the night and suddenly disappeared, and 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."

Anyway, Ning Juan is a boy, it's okay to sleep with him.

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 is the kind of plum fragrance that is immersed in the bones, gentle and quiet. It is cold when it is light, and warm when it is thick. As long as he smells this breath, it will make him feel calm.

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

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

Lu Qing would definitely not be like Chen Xiaodao.

Or is he closer to Lu Qing!

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 Beijing, 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 silver-white moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating the room slightly, and I could vaguely see the child's coquettish look, long eyelashes wet, tears in the dark eyes, and the small mouth was flat, like only water fell, pitiful. Xixi looked at the puppy.

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

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

Ning Huanqi Ai Ai 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 an imperial teacher and was injured again, he had a good reputation in the court and lived in the palace for so long, the censors would have scolded him to death long ago.

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

Lu Qing was injured, and if he left the palace to cultivate now, he would definitely be reluctant to let him 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."

Although the hand that fell on the head was not generous and powerful, it was gentle and meticulous, with a gentle 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."

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 first, and his breathing gradually became even.

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 Changshun 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 Changshun 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 the door tonight. visit."

"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 go and order the kitchen to decoct! Young Master, take a good rest first."

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.