Raising Wolves: Chapter 37

When we returned to Ji'an Mansion, it was already very late.

Chen Xiaodao and Changshun waited anxiously at the gate of the official office. They saw a group of people coming on horseback from a distance. They ran over and saw Ning Juan and Lu Qingze who were riding together. A heart finally fell back into their stomachs.

Changshun went to serve as a military supervisor in the daytime, and when he came back, he heard about such a thing, and was so frightened that he almost fainted, biting a small handkerchief and wanting to cry.

Lu Qing's legs were numb while riding on horseback.

Fortunately, Ning Juan had been paying attention to him, and in time he reached out to help him: "Teacher be careful!"

She couldn't help but her face was hot, and she thought quietly in her heart, the teacher's waist is really thin.

I don't know if it's because I haven't had a good rest in the past few days, but Lu Qing felt a little dizzy.

There are many small problems with this body, and there are problems from time to time, and he is used to it.

Yu Zheng was also brought back to Ji'an Mansion.

Ning Juan glanced at Chang Shun, who was still wiping the corners of his eyes with a small handkerchief, and pressed his forehead: "Take him to the yard where Yu's temporary residence is."

Changshun took back the little veil in a second: "As you order, Your Majesty."

Lu Qing looked a little funny, and patted Chen Xiaodao on the head: "It's nothing, go and rest."

He took two more steps to the official office, and his feet swayed again without steadying.

Ning Yan frowned and held Lu Qingze with his hands: "Are you tired, teacher? I'll accompany you back to rest."

Lu Qing's eyes were sore, and he guessed that his body was about to reach the limit again. He withdrew his hand and pointed lazily in the direction of the study: "Although I also really want you to rest, there are three piles of documents in the study. The left side is the most important, and you need to decide. The middle is generally important. After I've dealt with it, you can check it if you are not worried. The right side is unnecessary. There are other things to do, let's go, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

Ning Lan: "…"

Lu Qing didn't see the aggrieved look on the kid's face, and slipped away with his feet raised.

He didn't want Ning Juan to find out that he was ill, and force him to drink medicine with great fanfare and fuss.

Back in the room, Lu Qing took a shower, then fell groggy and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be only a short while, he suddenly woke up from a wave of enthusiasm and opened his eyes dazedly.

There seemed to be a slight pain in the bones, and the whole body seemed to be locked in a steamer. During the breathing, the heat seemed to overflow from the internal organs, and even the breath was scalding hot.

Because of his blurred consciousness for a long time, Lu Qing didn't even realize that he was sick at the first time, and thought it was too hot in the room.

It wasn't until his throat hurt from thirst that he wanted to pour a cup of tea, but when he rolled over and got out of bed, his feet softened and he fell to the ground, his ignorant consciousness recovered a little, and two words appeared dully: not good.

The symptoms are like fever.

Also like...

Lu Qing's heart sank suddenly, poured a cup of warm tea and poured it into his throat. The warm tea flowed down his throat, bringing a bit of clarity.

He thought quickly.

After coming to Jiangyou, he has always been able to resist his own body very well. Except for covering a cloth towel and seeing the victims of Lingshan Temple from a distance, he has never approached any patients.

This epidemic should not be an airborne plague, otherwise not only Lingshan Temple, but the entire Jiangyou should have fallen long ago.

But it must be avoided.

Lu Qing took a light breath, gathered some strength, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound more confident: "Brothers outside, please help me call Chen Xiaodao over."

The window was tapped lightly, indicating that the dark guard who was guarding outside listened to the order.

Lu Qingze's breath was a little heavy, he closed his eyes, took out a handkerchief, and covered his mouth and nose.

In short, it is best not to disturb Ning tired.

The last time I nearly hurt him, I cried out of breath.

That little brat, when faced with such a thing, I'm afraid he won't be calmer than Chen Xiaodao.

Just when Chen Xiaodao was called up, he rubbed his eyes and ran to Lu Qingze's yard with a mumble.

Ning Juan, who was still handling official business in the study, suddenly had his eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt a sense of restlessness in his heart.

At the same time, Zheng Yao stepped into the room like a whirlwind: "Your Majesty, someone has caught it! Just now he was thrown into the prison and tortured."

Ning Juan said "um" without raising his head.

"The leader of this group of bandits is named Wei Xian, and the child who assassinated you and Lord Lu is his adopted son. Wei Xian said that he used to be instructed by Pan Jingmin to rob officials. When Yu Shurong and others jointly reported to the court, The letter was robbed by Wei Xian. Because Pan Jingmin was arrested, after seeing the chaos tonight, Wei Xian thought he was here to arrest him. In a panic, he launched his adopted son to assassinate His Majesty, intending to cause confusion, and took the opportunity to escape."

Ning Juan: "Where's Pan Jingmin?"

"The minister has been arraigned. Pan Jingmin does know Wei Xian, but he refuses to admit that he instructed Wei Xian to rob the Dao. There are more than half of the thieves in Wei Xian's cottage, some who know it, and some who don't." Zheng Yao paused. , asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, how to deal with it?"

Ning Juan tapped the table with his fingertips, and was about to speak when Chang Shun hurried in from outside: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something has happened!"

Seeing him panicking, Ning Juan's eyelids jumped again for no reason: "What are you panicking, say."

"A few quarters ago, Young Master Lin suddenly fell into a coma in the hospital," Changshun leaned on his chest, his face panicking, "The servant hurriedly called Imperial Physician Chen, and Imperial Physician Chen checked the illness and confirmed that Mr. Lin had contracted the virus. , the girl Yu who had been in contact with her also developed symptoms."

Having said this, Changshun's head lowered a little: "Then... Chen Xiaodao also came to find the imperial doctor, saying that Master Lu also had symptoms of wind-cold, so he invited the imperial doctor into the room just now."

Ning Juan was stunned, his whole body shivered for a while, the pen in his hand fell with a snap, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the yard where Lu Qingze was.

When rushing from the study to the courtyard, the dark guard following Ning Juan had never seen His Majesty look so rude.

Even his face turned pale.

Ning Juan almost used to run.

There was no expression on his face, but his ears were buzzing. He only felt that the blood all over his body was flowing backwards, and the chill almost penetrated his fingertips.

This road was as long as the road to heaven, and it reminded him in a trance that when he was in the chaos of the army, Fang was released from the cold palace to be crowned prince, but within a few days, he was held hostage and ascended to the throne.

Surrounded by faces that could not be seen clearly, every face was blank, only a pair of meaningful eyes looked down at him condescendingly.

The imperial road is vast and vague, and it is impossible to see the end at a glance.

Only he was walking alone.

When we arrived at the courtyard, there were already many people standing in the courtyard.

Chen Xiaodao was called over by Lu Qingze and ran to find the familiar doctor Chen, who is now in the house.

He was digging at the pillar without any control, his face was pale, and when he saw Ning Juan coming, he took a breath: "Your Majesty! Young Master, Young Master, he..."

As if Ning Juan had never heard of it, he walked fast and hastily, his eyes did not stop at anyone, and he was about to enter the room directly.

Suddenly, with a creaking sound, the door slid open.

Carrying the medical box, Chen Ke walked out of the house with a tired and worried look on his face. Seeing Ning Juan, he quickly closed the door and took two steps forward to salute.

Ning Juan paused and took a deep breath: "How is the teacher?"

The boy's face was obviously not showing any expression, but it was extremely frightening. Chen Ke's eyebrows twitched: "Wei Chen did some research, and now Master Lu is only showing symptoms of wind and cold, but..."

However, the disease has an incubation period of several days.

Many patients infected with the epidemic seem to have contracted the common cold in the early stage.

After three or five days, some people are too weak to survive, and the disease will disappear. If their life is tough, they will endure it for half a month, and then they will die unhumanly in repeated torture.

It has only been ten days since he arrived in Jiangyou, and several imperial physicians have tried their best to find a way to delay it. At present, there is still no way to deal with this epidemic, and there is no particularly effective medicine.

Ning Wan's face turned pale again.

I don't know if it was dazzling, but Chen Ke felt that His Majesty, who had always been prudent as a teenager, seemed to flicker.

Just a moment later, Ning Juan silently passed over Chen Ke, and was about to step directly into the room.

Chen Ke was startled, and immediately stopped him with an eager tone: "Your Majesty! Young Master Lin was the first to confirm the infection, and then Miss Yu also fell. Master Lu and Young Master Lin have been in contact a few times, in case...not sure yet. How about Master Lu, you still don't want to go in..."

Plague does not distinguish between high and low, even if the Son of Heaven comes, it will not be mistaken.

Ning Juan is the emperor of Da Qi!

This time, he came to Jiangyou, and it was already an adventure. If he was infected with the epidemic, if there was something wrong, it would really change the sky!

There was only one thought in Ning Wan's mind.

He wants to see Lu Qingze.

He glanced at Chen Ke expressionlessly: "Get out of the way."

The old doctor Chen was sweating profusely. He didn't know whether it was urgent or hot, and his voice changed: "Your Majesty, let's wait a few days..."

"Zhen let you," Ning Juan stared at him, his dark eyes were dull and his voice was cold, "Get out of the way."

The eyes were deep like a pool, without the slightest fluctuation, it was cold, Chen Ke's back was cold, and he was shocked for a while, giving birth to a sense of panic, his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to stop it.

Chen Xiaodao stayed for a long time, but he also reacted. He pushed Changshun and stepped forward to stop them together: "Your Majesty, just go in and take care of the young master, your dragon body is precious..."

Chang Shun did not dare to step forward.

He followed Ning Juan, and he knew too much how much His Majesty valued Lord Lu, and the veil in his hand was almost torn—how could it be that Lord Lu fell!

Ning Huanli ignored Chen Xiaodao.

In addition to the fear and worry pouring into his limbs, there was a hint of anger hidden in his heart.

When something happened to Lu Qing, the first reaction was not to look for him, but to look for Chen Xiaodao.

I even wanted to hide it from him!

It's not bad that he didn't cut Chen Xiaodao alive.

No one dared to stop Ning Juan again, he walked to the door and pushed it - but didn't push it open.

The door was latched.

The teacher won't let him in?

Ning Juan's eyes were red, and his heart was trembling. He pushed the door again, and suddenly he couldn't control his emotions. He stared at the door, and his voice suddenly rose: "Sun Er! Bring a knife!"

At this moment, the young emperor is like a beast that is on the verge of losing control, his reason is tied to the taut strings that may break at any time.

No one at the scene dared to refute, the secret guard held his breath and stepped forward to hand over the knife.

Ning Juan suddenly heard a gossamer-like, hoarse and weak voice from behind the door: "Guo Guo."

Very light, very light, only Ning Jian, who was close to the door, could hear it.

The sanity that was on the verge of losing control suddenly collapsed.

Ning Juan's rapid breathing stopped, gritted his teeth, controlled his voice, but couldn't hide his trembling: "Teacher, let me in."

"Don't make trouble."

Lu Qing was lying on the bed, half-drowsy and half-sleeping, when he heard the sound outside, he stumbled against the wall and leaned to the door, and bolted the door.

At this moment, he was completely exhausted, and leaned against the door softly, his body was hot and cold, his temples were jumping up and down, and his eyes turned black one after another.

He propped up his feverish forehead, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but his reason was still there, and his tone was soft, but he couldn't refuse: "Listen to the teacher and go back."

Ning Juan's throat choked, his eyes were redder, his forehead was against the door, and there was almost a hint of pleading in his voice: "Teacher, let me go in and see you..."

The little emperor has been stubborn and twisted since he was a child. The last time Lu Qing saw Ning Juan losing control, it was because he almost hurt him when he was seasick.

Lu Qing leaned against the cold door, his mind was chaotic for a moment, and he thought vaguely: This child, won't you cry again?

The dignified emperor was crying, but he wasn't really going to die.

"I'm fine, it's just an ordinary cold." Lu Qing took time to reorganize his messy thoughts, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed a few times, "The cold is contagious, if you fall ill too , who will take care of Jiang You? Go and do your business, and I will come to see you when I get better."

In the past, as long as Lu Qing coaxed like this, Ning Juan would listen to him very much.

This time it wasn't so coaxing.

Who's in charge? Love who cares who cares!

Ning Yan closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, he was already three-pointed calm, but if Lu Qing stood in front of him, if he looked closely, he would have noticed the confusion in his eyes.

It was quiet for a long time outside, but Lu Qing thought that Ning Juan had left, and suddenly heard the young man's soft voice: "What if I had to come in?"

Lu Qing was stunned for a moment, and he was slow to notice that something was wrong.

The next moment, the window lattice slammed open.

The sound of footsteps in front of the door pulled away, and Lu Qing's eyes were blurred. He raised his head with all his might, and saw a slender figure turned in neatly from the outside, striding towards him hurriedly.

...the little brat!

Lu Qing scolded in his heart, and the next moment he felt a dizzying rise in the air.

Ning Juan broke through the window and picked him up.

Lu Qing closed his eyes in anger, and couldn't recover for a long time. When he was put on the bed, he grabbed Ning Juan's collar, his voice was hoarse, and angrily said: "What are you doing to die! Aren't you afraid of getting infected!"

If it is a common cold, he can lie down for a few days and drink some medicine, and he will get used to it.

But if it was infected, it would be unfortunate to infect Ning Juan!

"So what?" Ning Juan stared at him with red eyes, and gave a cold mouth.

Lu Qing was so angry with him that his temples jumped. For a while, he felt like he was back to the light, and he even had the strength to curse: "How did I tell you when I came back? Don't put yourself in danger, you are the best emperor…"

"Am I just the emperor of Daqi in front of you?" Ning Juan squeezed a few words between his teeth, "Lu Qingze, do you know how scared I am?"

The moment he heard that Lin Xi was infected and infecting Yu Liuyue, he was about to go crazy.

Lu Qing couldn't hear it clearly.

That trace of anger burned out the last of his strength.

His eyelashes were closed, his brows were deeply furrowed, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his cheekbones were abnormally morbidly red, his lips were pale and dry, and the vitality of his whole person was weakened. A begonia flower that is about to wither.

Ning Jian suddenly stopped, the top of his heart twitched and twitched, the pain was terrible.

It was fine when he came back.

He looked at Lu Qingze, froze for a moment, turned his head to look outside, and said sharply, "Where's the medicine?!"

Hearing the voice in the house, Changshun ran to the window in fear: "The medicine is frying in the kitchen, and it will be delivered right away! Your Majesty, why don't you come out? The servants will come to feed Lord Lu later..."

There was no sound in the house.

Apparently he didn't listen to it at all.

A group of people outside the house looked at each other, anxious, but they knew very well that only Lord Lu could persuade His Majesty, and His Majesty only listened to Lord Lu's words.

Now even the words of the emperor himself are useless, what they say is useless.

Everything in the outside world seems to be gone.

Ning Juan wet his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Lu Qingze's forehead without distraction.

He was sweating a lot, his hair was slightly soaked, and his jet-black hair was messy on his snow-white cheeks. The strong contrast was shocking.

Ning Juan's drooping eyes smoothed to Lu Qing's dry lips.

Usually, the teacher is always slack, and speaks with a certain calmness. With the blink of his thick eyelashes, his eyes are full of smiles. He always likes to hold a cup of hot tea, and his thin red lips are soaked like petals.

Now it is morbidly pale.

His fingertips pressed on the tear mole at the corner of Lu Qingze's eyes, and slowly moved down, feeling the smooth and hot skin under his fingers, until the edge of his lips that he had never dared to touch, after a pause, his fingertips pressed go down.

It is a withered softness.

Growing up, Ning Juan often saw Lu Qing sick.

He was very disgusted with the appearance of this kind of sickness on Lu Qingze's body.

As if Lu Qing would just leave him like this.

In fact, Lu Qing didn't pass out completely, but his body and consciousness were tormented by the high temperature, his consciousness was muddled, he vaguely felt the cold touch, and his drowsy consciousness was suddenly pulled back for a moment.

Under the high fever, Lu Qingze's lips became more and more dry, and even a little cracked. Ning Wan was about to pour a cup of tea, when his wrist was suddenly surrounded by a soft high heat.

A hoarse voice accompanied by heavy breathing came from behind: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The strength of that hand was soft, and the next moment, it slipped down feebly.

Ning Juan's heart suddenly jumped, he grabbed it back with a backhand force, and turned his head abruptly: "Teacher?"

Lu Qingze's pupils were a little scattered, unable to focus, his face was sweating, and his face was terrifyingly pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't help choking, and suddenly coughed, but because he was really exhausted, he coughed too hard. There was not much movement, and the paper-thin body trembled, as if to cough out the last breath of anger.

Ning Juan was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down and patted Lu Qingze on the back: "Don't worry, teacher, what do you want to say?"

Lu Qing finally regained some clear consciousness in the dimness, barely opened his eyelids, his voice was hoarse: "Don't blame Lin Xi...cough, don't be childish, even if Lin Xi is not a little prince, it should be given to their sister and brother. medicine."

Ning fell silent and did not agree immediately, with a chilling coldness in his eyes.

Not hearing a reply, Lu Qing grabbed his hand and tightened his voice for a third, "GuoGuo...do you still listen to the teacher?"

After a suffocating silence.

Ning Juan took a deep breath, clasped Lu Qingze's palm tightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm obedient. Teacher, I'll listen to you."

You have no jokes.

Hearing Ning Juan's response, Lu Qing's tense heartstrings loosened, he closed his eyes, and fell into a coma.

Ning Juan sat still in front of the bed, his hands still burning hot.

The handsome young man's eyebrows were dark and his voice was cold, and he slowly added: "But it's all based on your not being infected."

When he first ascended the throne, Ning Cong insulted Lu Qingze recklessly in front of him, but he couldn't do anything. From then on, he made up his mind to protect Lu Qingze.

What Duke Wu, Xiao Shizi, Wei Herong... All he did was just to be able to firmly grasp the power that should belong to him and protect the only soft spot on his heart.

Ning Juan slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on the slender hand. After arriving at Jiangyou, everything went smoothly. Until this moment, the shadow of fear and worry shrouded him, and he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Teacher, if you die... what's the point of all this."

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