Raising Wolves: Chapter 8

Lu Qing's misty doubts in his heart dissipated, and he didn't think about it any further.

Also, Ning Juan had never even seen Chen Xiaodao, so how could he have any opinion on him.

At the same time Changshun ordered someone to call the imperial physician, lunch was also sent.

In the early days of the establishment of Daqi, Guanglu Temple was responsible for the emperor's meals, but the food cooked by Guanglu Temple was really unpalatable, and only the thrifty founding emperor would not dislike it.

Therefore, the unbearable emperors have their own kitchens in the Qianqing Palace, and most of the eunuchs have no other thoughts, and they study the food as much as possible, and the taste is quite good.

Lu Qing is not in good health and has a poor appetite. In the past, he put down his chopsticks after taking two bites. Today, he had an appetizing bad melon and eggplant, so he couldn't help eating more.

Ning Juan glanced silently, then lowered his eyes and buried his head to eat.

Lu Qing put down his chopsticks and looked at the little guy with interest.

Wei Herong didn't want to deduct food. The little emperor ate well during this time. He had a little tender milk on his thin little face. His long eyelashes were covered low, and his eyes were black and bright. More and more beautiful like a porcelain doll.

Lu Qing couldn't help pondering. After solving the internal and external problems, maybe he could find a girl he likes to marry. If he could have such a beautiful child, it would be even more perfect.

He thought for a while, and Ning Juan, who had been stared at for a while, couldn't bear to speak: "What are you staring at?"

Lu Qing's eyes folded slightly, and he smiled: "Look at how cute your majesty is."

Ning Juan had been fed up with the cynicism and contempt and abuse of the palace servants since childhood. Naturally, no one would say such things to him. His eyes widened and his ears warmed.

Children are so fun.

Seeing his cramped look, Lu Qing held back a smile in his heart: "This minister is guilty."

Ning Wan glared at him annoyed.

From the first time they met, he could see that although Lu Qing was full of monarchs, ministers and ministers, and convicted of death, he actually didn't show any respect for him at all.

But unlike those ministers and palace servants who looked down on him, Lu Qing really just... treated him as a simple child.

More and more daring.

A little upset.

But there is no distasteful feeling either.

After lunch, the imperial physician came to diagnose Lu Qingze's pulse and prescribed a new prescription.

Lu Qing was loyal to his remonstrance and was persecuted by the eunuchs. There were also people in the court who admired him very much. For example, this imperial doctor, seeing his weak look, couldn't help but exhort him two more words: "Lord Lu has hurt the bottom. Don't overthink it, just cultivate well."

Changshun winked so much that he personally sent the imperial doctor, and then took the new prescription to get the medicine to suffer.

In front of the little emperor, Lu Qing took a sip of the new medicine without changing his face, choking in his heart.

It was more bitter than the medicine Chen Xiaodao caught.

During dinner, Lu Qing found that there was another rotten melon and eggplant on the table.

He couldn't help but look at Ning Wan.

The little emperor ate his own food as if nothing had happened, noticed his gaze, and raised his head to stare: "What are you doing?"

Lu Qing said leisurely: "It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to eat steamed cheese."

Ning Juan looked at Changshun subconsciously.

He heard a muffled chuckle from the other side.

Ning Juan clenched the jade chopsticks tightly: "..."

Lu Qing blinked innocently: "What are you doing, Your Majesty, eat vegetables, eat more, and grow taller."

Changshun swallowed his saliva, and silently shrank back into the corner. He was extremely glad that the little emperor didn't have the habit of letting people cook.

His Majesty is not a soft-spoken temperament. In the future, he will surely gain power and keep his name.

Master Lu is really... too bold.

There are many warm pavilions in the Qianqing Palace, and the one where Lu Qing temporarily lives is not far from the little emperor's.

The night has completely fallen, the warmth of the day has been dissipated, and the spring has recovered.

Lu Qingze's physique was extremely cold. After Mrs. Tang cooled down, she seemed to have sucked all the heat from the quilt. Her hands and feet were still like blocks of ice, and she couldn't feel hot.

At this moment, the entire palace city was silent, and there was no sound. Lu Qing was so cold that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He could only get up, hug Mrs. Tang, and wanted to go out to find the house attendant on duty at night to help fill the hot water.

As soon as he went out, he happened to bump into a servant, who looked a little familiar. He was a servant in the Qianqing Palace.

Because of his previous life's experience, Lu Qing has developed a mentality of no waves, and he will not change his color when Mount Tai collapses before him.

He stared at each other calmly: "This father-in-law, what do you want to do when you come to my house without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

The waiter didn't expect to run into him directly, and was so startled that he tried his best to shush: "Lord Lu, Lord Lu, keep your voice down, so that no one can hear it!"

Seeing that he neither came to assassinate nor steal, Lu Qing raised his eyebrows.

The waiter smiled flatteringly: "The slave is entrusted by the noble to bring you something."

Lu Qing vaguely guessed a few points.

Sure enough, the servant took out a piece of Hetian white jade pendant from his arms, and attached a silk silk with a few lines written on it.

"The noble man said that this is just a small gift. If the adults are willing to accept it, you can choose the rare treasures in the future."

Lu Qing wrapped his cloak tightly, leaned lazily on the pillar, and took the jade pendant.

The carving is exquisite, the texture is moist, and it is worth a lot of money.

He twisted up the silk again, squinted and hummed, "Okay, I'll take it."

The contempt in the servant's eyes flashed past.

During the day, she pretended to be aloof, and it was indeed the same.

Then I heard a faint question from overhead: "What else did the noble say say?"

Hearing his tone, the waiter felt something was wrong, he secretly raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were as cold as frost and snow.

His cold sweat broke out unknowingly. He knew clearly that he was in front of a sick man who was panting for three steps, but his lips trembled for some reason: "Your Excellency said, Master Lu follows Xiao... Follow Your Majesty..."

The voice behind him was getting lower and lower, and he couldn't speak.

A voice suddenly sounded in front: "Follow me, what?"

Ning Juan came out of the shadows, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

I don't know how much I heard.

The servant's face turned pale, and he slammed to the ground: "Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The little emperor walked over to Lu Qingze with a blank face, and repeated, "Ning Cong said, follow me, what?"

The tone of the gesture was too terrifying, and the extremely oppressive eyes shrouded it, not like what a child of this age could emit.

Ning Juan nodded calmly: "It seems that you want to die."

Hearing the killing intent in this voice, under the utter fear, the inner servant blurted out: "His Royal Highness the King of Shu said that following His Majesty, His Majesty cannot satisfy Lord Lu!"

Lu Qingze: "..."

Ning Lan: "…"

The inner servant also realized what he had said, bang bang bang even more violently, his head was broken, and he cried while banging, begging for mercy inarticulate.

Lu Qing choked.

This King of Shu is really thinking about the next three ways, what is this, and he can actually associate him with Ning Juan, this little brat!

Ning Juan stared gloomily at the servant on the ground, and when he heard Lu Qingze's voice, he turned to look at him angrily: "Are you still laughing?"

Lu Qing immediately clenched his fist to his lips: "Cough, Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

There was too much movement, and the palace servants who were on duty at night came here one after another.

A murderous look floated in Ning Lan's eyes: "Come here, drag this unfaithful servant down and torture him with fifty pieces of the cane. If you are still angry after the beating, throw it to the clothes-washing bureau."

In TV dramas, there are 500 big boards at every turn. After playing, people will be fine if they rub some medicine, but in fact, after 50 boards are played, people are still alive because they are lucky.

If you die, you will die in pain.

The waiter's body softened, and he lost his strength immediately.

Changshun winked, let someone drag him down, cleared his throat, and his slightly shrill voice was full of warnings: "Have you seen it? As long as you are unfaithful to Your Majesty, this is the end!"

After the last robbery incident, the Qianqing Palace used an excuse to change the palace staff, all of whom were carefully selected by Changshun. The first time they saw the little emperor make a move, they were silent and agreed.

Ning Juan didn't pay attention to others, waved his hand to signal everyone to step back, frowning at the jade pendant that Lu Qingze was playing with: "What are you still holding, don't tell me, you really want to accept it."

Lu Qing tilted his head and smiled wisely: "Why don't you accept it?"

Ning Wan's anger that had been suppressed a little bit rushed up again: "Are you lacking in this! Do you really want to be Ning Cong's ban?!"

Lu Qing pinched his face, annoyed: "What nonsense, this jade pendant has the logo of the Prince of Shu, it is useful to keep it."

Ning Juan became even more angry: "What's the use, he gave you this jade pendant with a logo, just to let you accept the person who is him, so that people can't explain it when they see it!"

Lu Qingze couldn't say for a while that it would be of any use, but his intuition told him that it would be useful to keep it. Seeing that the little emperor ran out in only thin pajamas, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and he was really cold. The tone is still loose and lazy: "Where did you get so angry."

Ning Juan didn't know where he got so angry.

But as long as he thinks that Ning Cong covets Lu Qingze, wants to take him away, and maybe his mind is filled with **** for Lu Qingze, he can't help but want to get angry.

The lamp was lit in the warm pavilion, and it was much brighter. Lu Qing tucked Ning Wan into the quilt, and the little emperor was shocked: "Why is it so cold in your quilt."

Lu Qing secretly made a mistake, and simply got into it himself: "Worry for a moment, qi deficiency and body cold, there is no way."

The cold plum fragrance and the slightly bitter medicinal smell enveloped him, Ning Juan moved uncomfortably and moved to the side.

Lu Qing didn't care, and unfolded the silk that he had been holding for a long time to see what nonsense Ning Cong had written.

A closer look, it really is bullshit.

"Seeing that Lu Lang's skin is as creamy now, and he is a special gift of mutton fat and jade, which complements each other. If there is a chance to enjoy and play together, I will have no regrets in this life."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows with oil, and said indifferently: "It seems that he is going to go into the coffin with regret."

Hearing this sentence, the fire that Ning Juan almost jumped up again was pressed down.

Not knowing if he was affected, he couldn't help but look at Lu Qingze's hand.

Those hands were really beautiful.

Every finger is like a scallion-white bamboo joint, with slender roots, white as beautiful jade, and faint blue veins can be seen, which is not as pale as the beautiful jade of suet.

Ning Juan just stared blankly at the corner of the hand that was holding the silk and the silk, and pressed against the candle, the flames lit up, and the slender fingers moved slowly and slowly, revealing a bit of calm and grace.

Realizing what he was looking at, Ning Wan's expression changed.

Why is he paying attention to Lu Qingze like Ning Cong! Are you infected?

The little emperor suddenly struggled a bit, jumped out of the blanket, which was finally warm, and left the warm pavilion without saying a word.

Lu Qing raised his eyes suspiciously, reluctant to let the heater in the quilt, did not follow him out, brushed his fingers, and lay down in confusion.

What happened to this little ancestor?

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: Cute, I want to have one.

The little emperor who grew up (looking at Teacher Lu's stomach): Good.