Raising wolves

As soon as Ning Juan appeared, Chang Shun closed his mouth with discernment, and led the rest of the palace servants to disperse automatically.

After the assassination that year, the palace servants of the Qianqing Palace were changed again. They were all carefully selected by Zheng Yao. After serving them for so many years, I also knew that the little majesty did not like being surrounded by people, especially when he was with Mrs. Lu. Time.

Just now, the Dragon Boat Festival atmosphere of each palace is quite strong, full of calamus and mugwort, pomegranate flowers are red and fragrant, gardenia flowers are fragrant, and the palaces are prosperous.

On the contrary, the Qianqing Palace was not so lively.

Lu Qingze and Ning Juan stepped into the warm pavilion and looked at the palace, which was not very different from the past: "Guo Guo, you specially asked me to come to the Dragon Boat Festival, why is there no atmosphere at all?"

"It's all about form." Ning Wan raised his jaw, looking rather disdainful.

When he was a child, he was bullied in the cold palace. After the concubine left, it was a problem to even eat a meal. Festivals in the palace, no matter how lively they were, had nothing to do with him, so he was very indifferent to these festivals.

Even now, for him, the only meaning of the Dragon Boat Festival is to invite Lu Qingze into the palace and accompany him for a few more days.

There was no one around, Lu Qing took off his mask, and his eyes were rather tired. , in vain, I learned to make up with Xiaodao for a long time yesterday."

Ning Lan: "…"

Ning Juan: "!!"

The little emperor's face suddenly became very exciting, staring straight at the five-color rope, his dark eyes filled with desire and joy, pursing his lips, his voice weakened: "Teacher..."

Lu Qing pretended not to understand: "It seems that Your Majesty really doesn't want it. I'll give it to Changshun later. It won't be a waste of time."

Changshun wants to die!

Ning Juan's face was instantly tense, and he wanted to grab it, but he didn't dare to reach out, his eyebrows were furrowed, like a restless puppy, looking at the terrifying aura, and finally he just let out a pitiful whimper, with a little pleading: "I, what I want, teacher."

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows: "What do you want?"

"...I want the five-color rope that the teacher knitted by hand."

My face hurts so much, is this what the teacher said about slapping the face?

But if you can get it, what if your face hurts a little.

Lu Qingze had a smile in his eyes, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the kang table: "Your Majesty, you are the monarch of Daqi. Whatever you want, you can take it yourself. The world is yours, you don't have to ask others."

But don't really turn a generation of tyrants into coquettish puppies, and when you go back, you have to be led to slaughter for food.

Ning Juan was stunned, and chewed this sentence over and over again in his heart.

What do you want, take it yourself?

Lu Qing looked at the thoughtful appearance of the little emperor, motioned him to sit down, took his hand, tied the five-colored rope to his hand, and said, "Cut it off when the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival occurs. Throw it away."

Ning Juan lightly touched the knot that Lu Qingze had tied to him with his own hands, raised his eyes and smiled, his eyes were bright and full of brilliance: "By the way, why did the teacher suddenly ask about Wu Guogong? ?"

"Well, I heard from Changshun that Duke Wu will not be returning to Beijing this year," Lu Qing remembered this, "It seems that I have never seen General Shi in the capital, and I rarely hear people talk about it?"

This excuse is somewhat lame, but Lu Qing is not a particularly curious person.

Ning Juan just nodded, while Lu Qing said he believed it.

"Three generations of Duke Wu guarded Mobei, and the whole family was loyal and fierce. After his father and brother died in battle, today's Duke Wu, Shi Rongfeng, led the army. He has been alone in Mobei for decades, and he really rarely returns to Beijing."

After pondering for a while, he continued: "About 12 or 13 years ago, Duke Wu stopped returning to Beijing, and only sent deputy generals to Beijing to report on his duties."

This time I was really curious, but Lu Qing involuntarily leaned towards Ning Juan and listened carefully: "Why?"

The faint fragrance of plum puffed closer, slightly more intense, Ning Juan narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "This matter has to start with an old incident, twenty years ago, Duke Wu married a woman from Mobei, and Mrs. Shi died of blood during childbirth. When he passed away, he left behind a son. Duke Wu and his wife had a deep relationship, so they kept their son by their side to raise them, and they didn't send them back to the capital, so they could only seal the prince."

"When the youngest son was five years old, the Tartars and the Vara teamed up to attack, and 200,000 troops approached the city, and the Mobei was in turmoil. At that time, the man on the dragon chair was busy cultivating immortals. For a whole month, the food and grass were not evenly adjusted, and the soldiers in Mobei could only use dead horse meat and the grass roots buried deep in the ground to feed their stomachs," Ning Juan's mouth curled into a sneering arc, "...In the end, it was Wei Herong. The Minister of War and the Ministry of Household have forcibly adjusted and sent food and grass."

Lu Qing was stunned for a moment.

Reasonable, unexpected.

Wei Herong is a smart person, he knows that there will be no eggs under the overturned nest, but it is a bit unexpected that he will directly come forward to force the allocation of military rations.

After all, Wei Herong at that time was not yet the powerful Wei Shoufu. If he offended the eunuchs, 80% of them would also suffer.

"Without the supply of food and grass, Mobei was almost in a dead end. Duke Wu secretly sent elite personal soldiers to **** the little prince back to Beijing. Unexpectedly, the news leaked and he was attacked halfway. At that time, the situation was stalemate. Wu Guogong learned the news, but could not go in person. Help, the manpower is not adjustable, and when there is a chance to breathe, it will be too late to bring someone to look for it."

Lu Qing frowned deeply, panicking in his heart: "That child died?"

Ning Jian couldn't see him frowning, he reached out his hand to gently smooth his brow, and when his fingertips fell, he gave a slight pause on the tear mole at the end of his eye: "All the guards who escorted the little prince back to Beijing were killed in battle, but the only one who was not seen. The corpse of the little prince, except Wu Guogong, everyone thinks that the little prince is dead, after all, he is only a five-year-old child, in that kind of war..."

I don't know if he remembered himself, but he was silent for a moment: "The Duke of Wu has been looking for the little prince for many years, but he has been gone, and he has never returned to Beijing. There are many discussions in Beijing, and some think that Duke Wu is cold to the royal family. , and some think that he is continuing to look for the little prince in Mobei, so he is unwilling to return to Beijing."

This old incident was disgraceful, and was later pressed down by Emperor Chong'an. Not many people knew about it, and they dared not mention it at will.

Lu Qing listened to the whole story and finally remembered it.

No wonder he felt that Duke Wu was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Wu Guogong never appeared in the original book!

While lingering on the sickbed, I wrote a short story - the protagonist finds Duke Wu's long-lost child, gets Wu Guogong's gratitude and support, and gains the prestige of the military... Then Wu Guogong died of illness, very instrumental.

It turned out to be the protagonist's golden finger.

The protagonist is still staying in the south of the Yangtze River as an idle young master. Ning Juan will no longer be a murderous tyrant, and the protagonist does not need to fight again.

Lu Qing thought with peace of mind, it's not too much for him to grab a plot, right?

It's a pity that the original book did not clearly mention where the protagonist found the little prince. Fortunately, there was a general scope. Lu Qing recalled it for a while before looking at Ning Juan: "Guoguo, help me with something."

Dare to talk to the emperor like this, it is too bold, but Ning Juan likes it very much, and said with a smile: "Teacher, just say it."

"You look for someone to go to the Jiangnan area and find a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old." In the original book, the little prince came up with his real name, but Lu Qing didn't know what his name was now. "He has a crescent-shaped birthmark on his shoulder, and he is very skilled in martial arts. high."

Other than that, I don't know of any other features.

After all, it was too sloppy when it was turned over.

Ning Juan's eyes were dark, and he stared at Lu Qing for three seconds. Without asking more, he got up and walked outside, lightly instructing Changshun who was guarding the door: "Tell Zheng Yao to avoid people and come over, I have something important to look for. he."

After speaking, he turned back into the room, and Chong Lu Qing showed a sweet smile: "Have you eaten, teacher? Zongzi is made in the kitchen."

Lu Qingze: "..."

He twisted the little emperor's face: "Are you wearing two masks?"

Ning Juan rubbed his hand and smiled.

Zheng Yao quickly came to the Qianqing Palace in secret.

After listening to Ning Juan's order, Zheng Yao was about to arrange someone, but Lu Qing, who was sitting quietly on the side, suddenly got up, handed over a bunch of small zongzi that had just been boiled and tied together, and smiled: "There are too few features, and the scope is too small. Big, it’s hard work, Commander Zheng. I’m still tired of the Dragon Boat Festival, so let’s eat some zongzi.”

Zheng Yao had been with Ning Juan for several years, acting secretly for him, but he knew the little His Majesty's dark and monopolistic desire for Lu Qingze. His eyes and face were indistinguishable from anger and anger.

After a while, I heard Ning Juan's peaceful voice: "The teacher gave you, just put it away, and do what you do."

...I'm afraid you will cut me!

But Zheng Yao didn't dare to show half of it on his face. He took the dumplings that Lu Qingze handed over and bent over: "Thank you, Master Fu."

Everyone has known each other for a few years, and they are more or less friends, but Lu Qing always felt that Zheng Yao's attitude was a bit strange, and looked at Ning Juan suspiciously.

The latter was looking at his nose and heart, holding a cup of hot tea and blowing, and when Zheng Yao had stepped back, he pushed the tea cup over with an innocent look on his face: "Silver needles with white hair are quite sweet, teacher try it. ?"

Lu Qingze: "..."

Still weird.

Is Zheng Yao afraid of this little guy?

Lu Qing bit the small zongzi, pondered it for a while, and thought it was fine.

It's better for subordinates to be afraid than subordinates who are not afraid. Just don't overdo it.

At this moment, Changshun knocked on the door from outside: "Your Majesty, Lord Lu, all officials will be in order, look, is Lord Lu going first, or are you going with Lord Lu?"

Ning Juan said "together" without hesitation, but before he came out bald, he was cut off by Lu Qingze: "I'll go first."

As he said that, he glanced at the collapsed little emperor: "Don't think it's not ostentatious enough on weekdays, I'll be with you at night."

The little emperor's glass heart was shaking, and he nodded full of grievances. When he saw Lu Qing, he picked up the mask, suddenly reached out to cut it, got up and smiled: "I'll help you."

The youth's refreshing breath approached, but Lu Qing couldn't help but leaned back slightly.

The kid has really grown up.

In the past, if he had to wear a mask, he had to stand on tiptoe.

After putting on the mask, Ning Wan reluctantly sent Lu Qingze outside, before staring at the back of his leaving and stopping.

The teacher asked him to send someone to look for it, it was the little prince of the Duke of Wu's family.

He sometimes really doubts whether Lu Qing is a **** from the sky, why does he know so much, such as the jade hairpin he was stolen from.

A few years ago, he sent Zheng Yao to bring back the palace maid who stole and tortured him.

By the way, I asked something about Lu Qingze.

When the palace maid was tortured into confusion, she was sure that she had only seen Lu Qingze once from a distance, and had not communicated with him.

But Lu Qing, as if he knew the whereabouts of the hairpin, quickly found it for him.

There are too many secrets in the teacher.

Although he wanted to know everything, he was reluctant to force Lu Qingze to speak.

The crimson color in his eyes disappeared, Ning Lian turned around, and thought casually, today's crimson robe complimented Lu Qing with another three-point color.

Thoughts spread out.

The teacher's skin is whiter than snow, so it is very suitable to wear red, crimson, vermilion, water red, apricot red... I must wear a red wedding dress, which is also very good-looking.

But who in this world deserves to make him wear a wedding dress?

Ning Yan lowered his eyes expressionlessly.

Nobody deserves it.

The author has something to say:

Ning Guoguo (tilting her head in confusion): I listened to the teacher and took what I wanted, but why does the teacher seem unhappy?

Teacher Lu: .