Raising Wolves

Seeing the people in the carriage, Ning Cong was stunned.

Even though he was used to seeing beautiful women, he had never seen such...

He just sat there, and people couldn't take their eyes off him.

Ning Cong couldn't even find an adjective for a while, his greedy eyes went up and down, if his eyes could be solid, he would be able to rip off Lu Qingze's clothes.

Lu Qing sat upright in the carriage, observing the King of Shu with a light expression on his face.

The latter's body was hollowed out by the color of wine, and his face, which could be called handsome, was devastated and bleak, and his eyes were sunken.

Kidney deficiency at a glance.

Lu Qing asked calmly, "Does His Highness the King of Shu have any advice?"

The pale lips opened and closed slightly, without the car curtain blocking, the cold voice fell into the ear, and it was very seductive, Ning Cong only felt that his heart was numb, and his whole body was hot.

This little emperor is so beautiful!

This kind of stunning, actually let him give lectures, it is a waste of time.

This beauty actually had a little tear mole under her left eye. When she raised her eye, the end of her eye was thickly hooked, and it was a little thick and bright in the coldness. It made people want to make the corner of his eye red.

Ning Cong couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Before he could touch Lu Qingze, his hand was held down.

Ning Juan's face was extremely bad, and every word was overwhelmed by a terrifying gloom: "King of Shu, my master, have you seen enough."

He was called "Uncle Huang" just now, but now calling him the title is a clear warning.

This is the palace after all, Ning Cong had to withdraw his hand, his eyes were still glued to Lu Qingze, and his tone was light: "I said how did Your Majesty hide it, if there is such a beauty in this palace, it is also hidden from people. Look."

Lu Qingze's eyes turned cold again.

In his last life, he was harassed a lot, but he couldn't get angry casually, so he hated others commenting on his appearance like this.

Ning Juan's chest was boiling with majestic anger, but there was no expression on his face.

Ning Cong said loudly, "This king is holding a banquet tonight to wash away the dust. Why don't Mrs. Lu come to my house and sit down?"

"Xiaguan is ill," Lu Qing said lightly, "I'm afraid I will live up to the prince's good intentions."

Being rejected, Ning Cong not only was not unhappy, but licked his lips excitedly.

Usually people are ill, their complexion is not good, and their complexion is damaged. This Taifu Lu was ill, but his complexion seemed to be more bright.

Ning Cong became more determined to get people: "Since Mrs. Lu is not easy to move around, why don't this king go to your house."

Ning Juan stared at Ning Cong with a cold and calm look, hiding a light and savage arrogance: "King of Shu, enough is enough."

"This king just wants to be friends with Lord Lu," Ning Cong glanced at him, not paying much attention, "As long as Lord Lu is willing, Your Majesty will not have any opinion, right?"

Lu Qingze didn't refuse just now. Isn't it intentional?

Ning Cong glanced at Lu Qingze again, and saw that he was wearing a snow-white fox fur, his cold complexion was softened a little, and his waist was upright and straight, thinking about being able to hold such a person under his body and do whatever he wanted. , the heart is itching badly.

Just based on this appearance, it is not impossible to give him the position of a side concubine.

Just as he was about to get into trouble, Ning Juan raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "So that's the case, presumably back then, my uncle also wanted to make friends with Grandpa Taizu's concubine."

As soon as these words came out, even Chang Shun, who followed bravely, jumped his eyelids.

The other servants desperately moved to the side quietly, trying to reduce their sense of existence, for fear of bringing disaster to Chiyu.

Ning Cong's face turned black.

This scandal made him ridiculed so much that he lost all face, and was finally thrown to the faraway land of Shu.

After Taizu died, no one dared to mention this in front of him.

But no matter how you look down on this young emperor, he is still the emperor.

Ning Cong's eyes flashed Si Yin's murderous aura, he snorted coldly, and left.

The beautiful attendant who followed him into the palace quickly followed and shouted, "Your Highness, wait a minute!"

When Ning Cong thought of Lu Qingze's face, and then looked at this pampering pet he was quite satisfied with last night, he was even more upset.

It's full of vulgar vulgar powder.

After Ning Cong left, Lu Qing pressed his eyebrows slightly with a headache.

It was windy outside, and the little emperor had a sullen face, not knowing what he was thinking, his face was blown a little red, he stretched out his hand and pulled Ning Juan into the sedan chair, and nodded to a group of trembling servants: "Go back to the Qianqing Palace."

Ning Yan still didn't make a sound.

Just now, he caught a cold, and his throat became uncomfortable again. Lu Qing coughed twice, and said with a smile: "It is the minister who is being targeted, not your majesty. What kind of face do you show the minister."

Ning Wan pursed her lips tightly, and said after a long while, "I just think I'm useless."

"What did your majesty say," Lu Qing coaxed him, "you just stabbed the king of Shu away?"

Ning Wan's face was still not very good-looking.

Lu Qing continued to coax: "If it wasn't for His Majesty who came to save the scene, I don't know what it would be like. I'm very happy that you can come to help me specially."

He said it smoothly, he forgot to say that for a while, Ning Juan didn't remind him, his face eased a little, looked at Lu Qingze, his brows furrowed again: "That rascal will definitely not stop there."

Lu Qing saw that the little emperor's hand was red from the cold, reached out to hold his hand, rubbed it lightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm a big man, he can't possibly take me away in the street."

Ning Wan's eyelashes trembled.

Lu Qingze's health is not good, and his hands are naturally warm.

But being held by those warm and delicate hands, it was like being covered by a piece of silky satin, and the faint but real warmth soaked in little by little through the place where the skin touched.

He froze for some reason when he wanted to withdraw his hand.

Lu Qing just did it subconsciously, and it took a long time for him to regain his senses.

It was mentioned in the original work that tyrants hated physical contact with people since childhood, and the palace before and after death was empty. Whoever dared to remonstrate would be unlucky.

There are a few who are beyond their own power and intend to seduce Ning Juan, and the consequence is that wherever they touch him, they will be cut off.

His scalp was numb, and he quickly retracted his hand and shoved the stove.

The last time I taught him to write, this time I was warm-hearted, not a deliberate contact, right?

Ning Lan: "…"

Holding the stove with a significantly higher temperature, he lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on the slender, white hands, giving rise to a bit of dissatisfaction.

Why don't you warm him up with your hands?

The two of them sat facing each other thoughtfully, and after a while, Ning Juan continued the topic: "Not necessarily."

Lu Qing raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"It's nothing new for the King of Shu to bully men and women in the fief," Ning Juan said with a sullen face, "Besides, he is a prince and you are a minister. If he insists on inviting you out, you can't refuse it again and again."

Makes sense.

Lu Qing was hit with a headache by the unexpected disaster: "Refuse to refuse, anyway, everyone knows that I am sick."

"Then he's going to your house as he did just now?" Ning Juan asked back.

Lu Qingze: "..."

"At least in the palace, within my line of sight, he doesn't dare to do anything to you." The little emperor's handsome face looked very serious, "Anyway, you have to come to the palace to give lectures every day, and Wei Herong will not tolerate it either. The vassal king has stayed in Beijing for too long, when Ning Cong is in Beijing, you should stay in the palace."

That's the only way, Lu Qing said helplessly: "Thank you, Your Majesty - then please send someone to the Lu Mansion and tell the people in my mansion that I won't go back for the time being."

Ning Juan's brows moved, remembering that he said there was someone in the house, and squeezed the delicate hand stove: "I'll be leaving soon, who should I tell you?"

"Chen Xiaodao."

It didn't sound like a woman's name, Ning Juan pretended to ask casually, "Who is he?"

"The steward of the minister's mansion," Lu Qing smiled, "he is also the younger brother of the minister, who is a few years older than His Majesty."

younger brother?

Ning Juan pursed his lips, and Yuxue's small face sank.

Lu Qing didn't notice it, and was still pondering: "By the way, please Changshun help me take a few copybooks out. Xiaodao is also studying calligraphy every day. When I'm away, I can only let him come to the copybook."

There was a storm between Ning Juan's brows, and his voice was raised a degree: "You teach him to read?!"

Lu Qing was at a loss: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Ning Juan said angrily, "Do you still remember that you are my teacher!"

How can you teach others!

Lu Qing smiled strangely: "Your Majesty, so you know that I am your teacher?"

Ning Lan: "…"

The little emperor's unreasonable anger continued all morning, and his anger still hadn't subsided during lunch.

Lu Qing admitted that he had done nothing wrong and was not ready to get used to the child.

Parents have no bottom line, and they are used to being arrogant children. The little emperor's blackened temperament has to be twisted.

Instead, Changshun went out of the palace and brought back several packages of prepackaged medicinal materials.

It is inconvenient to mention the reason why Lu Qing was unable to leave the palace. Chen Xiaodao was clever, and he inquired from side to side. He didn't ask any further questions. He was just worried about Lu Qingze's health. If so, he will be optimistic about everything at home, let Lu Qing rest assured that he will be raised in the palace, and he will wait for him to return home.

Eagerly, he was very interested in Lu Qing.

The little emperor was quite upset, and snorted from his nose: "There is no medicine in the palace."

Lu Qing glanced at him.

Ning Juan read the book for three seconds, then raised his head again: "In a while, let the imperial doctor come to give you a new prescription. What kind of quack doctor did your brother ask for? It's been so many days, and the sky is still coughing."

Lu Qing listened to him quietly, took a sip of hot tea, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I have been wanting to ask since a while ago."

Ning Juan: "?"

"Do you have any opinion on your brother's brother?"

"...Heh," Ning Juan's small face stiffened, "How could I have any opinion on a little housekeeper!"

The author has something to say:

Little Emperor: Put up a pussy's face.