Raising Wolves

After losing the hairpin, Lu Qing clearly noticed that the little emperor's attitude towards him was much better. For example, when he entered the imperial city the next day, the imperial chariot was waiting first.

Chang Shun came out to pick it up specially, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is sympathetic to Lord Lu's frail body, and specially allows Lord Lu to ride the carriage in the palace."

The little **** actually learned to be a human being, while Lu Qing calmly supported himself on the imperial carriage by Changshun, squinting and summarizing the salary package.

There is a special bus to and from get off work, and the royal family allocates three courtyards in Xicheng District, but the salary is a bit low, and it is basically open all year round. Fortunately, the bonus is more.

It would be better if the student wasn't a potential tyrant, and there wasn't a powerful guard in the court.

One-to-one point-to-point tutoring was officially on the right track. Within a few days, Ning Juan's learning ability continued to refresh Lu Qingze's cognition. The "Dijian Tushuo" was finished shortly after, and the compulsory two and three compulsory courses came into being.

No matter what kind of book, Ning Juan can memorize it after reading it almost once. For example, the Six Classics and Four Histories, Lu Qing has not mentioned it yet, so he has already read it. Just pass, you can draw inferences.

Compared with the progress of learning, the progress of Ning Juan's characters is relatively slow... Slowly from the primitive crawling state, stumbling into the state of using hands and feet together.

Only two people know about these progress.

Externally, Changshun was responsible for chatting with other palace officials to spread rumors, saying that His Majesty was still learning the Analects, and he vomited blood from Taifu Lu.

After the afternoon class was finished ahead of schedule, Lu Qing had a dry mouth and took a sip of his teacup. His dry throat was just a little more comfortable. Then he looked at the book "Tongjian", which was half-turned on Ning Juan's desk. It was a little funny. .

At first, he doubted whether this little devil really understood, but now these doubts have been dispelled.

As expected of the protagonist's lifelong enemy.

Ning Juan was quite sensitive, and looked over with a serious face: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Lu Qing smiled and brainwashed, "I just think that you have the potential to be a wise ruler."

The little emperor pursed his lips, dropped the book in his hand, his face darkened, and he was not happy with Lu Qingze's compliment.

Wei Herong covered the sky with one hand, and even used the name "The Son of Heaven is still young" to prevent him from going to court. Although some ministers in the court made criticisms, they did not dare to speak.

Ning Juan ascended the throne in a hurry, and there was no power behind him. Emperor Chong'an left him nothing but a mess. He could not leave the palace at will, and could not contact foreign ministers. He was completely isolated and helpless.

No one dared to take the initiative to approach him.

Except for Lu Qingze.

He could have said that he would not be sick, but he still dragged his sick body and took risks, entering the palace every day to give lectures for him.

But his ability to protect Lu Qingze is very small at present.

Lu Qing was not used to the child's preoccupied appearance, so he pinched the little emperor's face, soft and tender, with an excellent hand feeling, like a glutinous rice doll with double black tints embedded in it. Cheng's big eyes, just pinched them up, those eyes glared over: "Presumptuous!"

It's quite powerful, but it's too small.

No matter how powerful the head wolf is, it doesn't hurt to bite people when he is a child.

Not only was Lu Qing not afraid, but he even squeezed his hand again before withdrawing his hand, and responded perfunctorily: "I will die."

The guilt was in his mouth, but the smile on his face remained undiminished. His pale and sickly face made it difficult for people to really get angry.

Ning Juan gritted his teeth, for the sake of the hosta, he suppressed his anger, and then heard Lu Qing say to himself: "There is no flesh on the face, and the skin is not too thin, in the future. What if you don't grow taller yet..."

The little emperor's two small eyebrows were raised higher and higher.

Seeing that the little brat was about to bite again, Lu Qing changed his words: "There will be a surprise for Your Majesty in a while, it's almost the time of the imperial ban, the minister will go back first."

After speaking, before Ning Juan could speak, he coughed again.

Ning Lan: "…"

He suspected that Lu Qing did it on purpose.

Lu Qing really didn't do it on purpose, he closed his eyes sullenly, only to feel that the last bit of energy had been coughed out, and he poured a mouthful of hot tea, Bai Ruxian paper's face became better, and when he got up, he was in front of him. Even fainted.

Ning Juan subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, stretched his hand halfway, and then stiffly pinned it back.

The spring cold in Yanjing has not yet dissipated. Coming and going every day is time-consuming and laborious. Even sitting on the imperial chariot, it is really exhausting. The imperial doctor told Lu Qing to take a good rest.

Lu Qing was too thin. When he coughed, the bones in his body could not hold his strength, which made people worry about him and sweat.

Ning Juan frowned, and finally he couldn't hold back his mouth and said, "There is the straight room of the Zhan Shifu Houchao in the Duanmen, you might as well live in the palace."

Lu Qing smiled and waved his hand: "No, someone in the house is waiting for me to go back."

Chen Xiaodao waited patiently for him to go back to teach character recognition every day, and by now he was probably squatting outside the palace gate, chatting with the imperial guards.

Ning Juan's brows and eyes slowly covered with a shadow, and his face was expressionless, staring at the back of Lu Qing who was leaving step by step.

Someone waiting for him to go back?

who?

more important than him?

Isn't Lu Qing not married?

...Why does he only have Lu Qingze, but Lu Qingze has others.

Lu Qing was completely unaware of the little emperor's needle-like thoughts.

After returning to Lu Mansion to teach Chen Xiaodao to recognize today's words, after reviewing it, Lu Qing suddenly remembered what happened last time: "Master Fan hasn't gone to Shanrentang to get medicine yet?"

Chen Xiaodao nodded: "I almost forgot to tell you, today I went to the street to chat with Mr. Fan's neighbors."

Chen Xiaodao's mouth is nothing if he doesn't talk. When he talks about it, it's amazing. Lu Qing put down his pen and said with great interest, "If you say this, I won't be sleepy."

"Hey, I heard something." Chen Xiaodao was proud to be able to help Lu Qingze, "This Master Fan is called Fan Xingyan. His father lost his father when he was young. He was forced by his mother to study hard at Han Chuang, and only turned around after taking the exam."

Lu Qing nodded, matching the original text.

"Because of my mother's illness, Mr. Fan has borrowed from colleagues in the neighborhood, and now anyone who sees him will detour. He can only take out all the books at home, and usually sit on the stone in the yard to handle official business, everyone. When he was full of filial piety, he didn't ask for debts at this time."

Lu Qingze: "..."

This gossip is too detailed, as expected of you, social gangster Chen Xiaodao.

However, it seems that Fan Xingyan is almost at the end of the road.

If he still wants to save his mother, he can only challenge his bottom line, greedy ink to make money, but with his current official position, he can't make much money.

Just wait patiently for Fan Xingyan to act.

After a few days like this, Lu Qing went to the palace every day to check in and go to work.

On this day, the imperial chariot walked slowly towards the Qianqing Palace as always, but stopped suddenly when it was halfway through.

Then a voice came from outside: "Who is inside, driving in a car in the palace?"

The servant who was driving the car seemed to know each other, so he hurriedly replied: "His Royal Highness the King of Shu, the car is Mr. Lu. Because Mr. Lu is sick and weak, he lectures for His Majesty every day, and it is difficult to communicate with him. His Majesty specially gave a royal carriage to pick up Mr. Lu."

Lu Qing, who was slowly preparing to open the curtain to take a look, twitched his eyelids and stopped his fingertips.

Ning Cong, King of Shu?

A few days ago, Cheng Wenang mentioned that the King of Shu was about to arrive in the capital.

The land of Shu is quite far from the capital, and the news of Emperor Chong'an's death has passed. No matter how fast it is, it will take a few more days to arrive, and this is it?

In the original book, Ning Juan's methods are too harsh, and the vassal kings are very honest and have no description.

Thanks to Cheng Wenang's special mention, Lu Qing asked Chang Shun to ask for help, and then he learned about the secrets of Gong Wei that were not mentioned in the book.

The King of Shu was so daring and daring. Before leaving the palace, even the concubine dared to covet him. When the incident happened, the emperor at that time was so angry that he almost drew his sword and chopped him up, but Ning Cong's mother concubine had a rich family background. Can throw him far away, out of sight is pure.

Ning Cong snorted: "Oh, that's Mr. Lu who was almost killed by the eunuch? Our little majesty really respects teachers. He gave his teacher a car, but he didn't know how to give a car to his uncle."

These words were too disrespectful. They didn't take the little emperor in the slightest.

Ning Cong glanced at the motionless carriage again: "Why, the emperor can despise this king, a little prince, and they meet on a narrow road, but they don't come out to meet."

Lu Qingze: "..."

Lu Qing could only cough a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have seen His Royal Highness the King of Shu, and the lower officials are infected with the cold. I am afraid that I will pass on the body of the prince's daughter, so I will not come out to collide. I hope the prince will forgive me."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Cong, who was pulling his face, lit up.

At the age of thirteen, he began to indulge in pleasures. As he got older, he became more and more critical. He also divided several levels of beauties, from calmness, body, voice to temperament.

The voice that came from behind the car curtain was slow and slow. Although it was a little hoarse, it was difficult to hide the clear voice that was like knocking on ice and jade. It reminds people of the images of people being tortured to the point of hoarseness between the beds.

It's superb.

Ning Cong pushed people from the sound and immediately concluded.

When he thought that there should be a stunning beauty in this car, the gloomy look on his face that wanted to pick something up disappeared for the most part, but instead he was a little interested, squinting at the car: "Little Your Majesty is not afraid that you will catch the cold, what is this king afraid of. Mrs. Lu, If you don't come out to see this king, this king will lift the curtain and come to see you in person."

Lu Qing frowned slowly, thinking about countermeasures.

Ning Cong hadn't found any beautiful beauties in the past for several years, and the ones kept in the mansion looked boring. He walked gracefully to the side of the car, and reached out his hand to lift the curtain.

Lu Qing's eyes flashed coldly.

At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded outside, immature but not weak, with a hint of sternness: "Uncle Huang, what do you want to do when you stop my master here!"

It turned out to be Ning tired.

Lu Qing was surprised to see through a gap, the little emperor obviously came in a hurry, his face was as cold as frost, and he stared at Ning Cong coldly.

The little emperor has all come, and if he forcibly lifts the curtain again, he will not show his face in person.

Speaking behind the scenes, Lu Qing thought that Ning Cong would be a little more scruples, after all, although Ning Juan had no real power, he was the emperor after all.

Unexpectedly, Ning Cong just had a meal, and the curtain of the car was lifted.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he met a pair of unbridled eyes.

Lu Qingze: "..."

excuse me.

Forget that this is an awesome man who even dares to touch his Lao Tzu's wife.

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Little Emperor: Am I not the teacher's only treasure? qwq