Raising wolves

Lu Qing was hesitant to say anything, watching Ning Wan slowly eat the half of his leftover cake.

really hungry?

You can't eat what's left of him.

But Ning Juan bit, and Lu Qing couldn't grab it back, so he could only hand over the water bag, for fear that the child would choke too quickly: "...Drink some water?"

Ning Juan gave a soft "um", took a sip of water, and explained the situation in the cave in just three or two sentences.

The cave is dank and cold, and there is a danger of collapse. There are infected and other patients in it, and these victims must not be allowed to stay any longer.

There must be more than these victims in hiding. The waste of Jiang You's group must be dealt with as soon as possible in order to effectively manage the disaster.

But...why are the victims so scared when they hear the officers and soldiers?

There was a rustling at the entrance of the cave, and the girl who had been guarded by the crowd walked out of the cave and saw Lu Qingze and Ning Juan in the crowd at a glance.

These two are so eye-catching.

As if born with stars holding the moon, he can gather everyone's attention, and just by his temperament, he knows that he is not an ordinary person.

Who is it?

Maybe that young man was not an imperial envoy, how could an imperial envoy be so young.

Seeing that this group of people outside is equipped with knives... Maybe they are bandits?

The girl silently weighed in her heart, and said hoarsely, "What do you need us to do with the conditions you just mentioned?"

Lu Qing just learned from Ning Juan that this girl was the leader of the disaster victims, and her attitude was very kind: "Don't worry, we don't need you to pay any price."

His voice was soothing, which made people feel less wary. The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly: "Thank you for the dry food, everyone hasn't had enough for a long time."

Ning Juan suddenly interjected into the conversation: "Why are you hiding here?"

Would you rather stay here than go to the Lingshan Temple arranged by the government? No matter how bad the Lingshan Temple is, there are also government relief food, as well as soup and medicine for treatment. There are not enough food and clothing here, and there are patients infected with the epidemic, and there are no medicinal materials.

The girl's face changed slightly, and her voice lowered: "We heard that the victims who were taken to Lingshan Temple will disappear for no reason."

The eyelids of the people nearby all jumped.

What is it, will it disappear?

The girl took a deep breath and said with gnashing hatred, "According to your accents, you should not be from Jiangyou, no wonder you don't understand Pan's style at all, I don't know what that dog official does. Accident."

Chen Ke couldn't help but said: "But the court sends people every year..."

"The court?" The girl sneered, "It didn't matter when the previous emperor was in power, can the new emperor still manage it after he succeeded to the throne, the court has not made any movement so far, I guess the new emperor is still kept in the dark by the traitor, I don't know. What happened to Jiang You, and what did he do!"

Such disrespectful words were said in front of Ning Juan, the cold sweat on the forehead of the old doctor came out again, and her back was soaked wet, she squeezed the sweat for this girl, and her voice trembled: "Young lady, be careful. Say it, be careful!"

After being scolded face to face, Ning Jiandao remained expressionless: "Second Sun, bring someone to help the victims transfer."

What outsiders say about him doesn't matter to him.

The dark guard who came out with the girl took the lead, transferred a few people, covered their mouths and noses, turned around and entered the cave to help transfer those patients who could not move.

In addition to the Jinyiwei who first went to Jiangyou to find people, and the thirty secret guards who dispersed, Jiangyou also had dozens of Jinyiwei who came to look for the little prince.

Before coming to Jiangyou, he ordered the group to prepare the place.

Before dealing with Pan Jingmin and others, at least the victims can be sheltered from the wind and rain, eaten warm, and be healed.

The girl was quiet for a moment, and then said solemnly: "My name is Yu Liuyue, and I will always remember the kindness of the two of you in my heart."

"What kind of grace or not, this is what we should do."

Lu Qing looked at the patients who were being carried out. He was not feeling well. He shook his head and said, "The guards will send you to the place where they are placed, and Dr. Chen will also follow. We still have something to do, so we will go ahead."

Turning his head, he and Ning Juan looked at each other and whispered, "Let's go to Lingshan Temple now."

Ning tired nodded.

The two walked out together, and Ning Juan remained silent on the way.

Lu Qing thought for a while and felt that it was still necessary to comfort the little brat. He got on the horse, turned his head sideways, and whispered: "Miss Yu doesn't know the situation, so don't take her words to heart. After resolving Jiang You's affairs, after gaining the hearts and minds of the people, both the court and the people will know that you are not someone to be manipulated by others, and there will be more people who support you."

Ning Juan didn't really care, but as soon as he was comforted by Lu Qing, his mind became active, his long eyelashes blinked, and a bit of grievance appeared in his eyes: "Well."

The nasal sound was raised, and it sounded like something. He stretched out his hand and hugged Lu Qingze's waist, and pressed his chest with the hot breath of the young man, his head lightly knocked on his shoulder: " So sad, the teacher asked me to hug for a while."

Lu Qingze: "... Hug and hug."

Why does this kid like to stick to him so much?

In the past, every time I hugged like this, I would be clapped.

Ning Yan's mouth twitched.

Eat soft and not hard, the teacher is so cute.

Lingshan Temple is actually not far from this place. It can be seen in less than an hour. It is an ancient temple on the hillside. It used to be very prosperous and covers a wide area. This mountain is all Lingshan Temple, but Emperor Chong'an He believed in Taoism, so when he was on the throne, Taoism overwhelmed Buddhism, and the temple faded away, and the incense was not very strong.

The floods were rampant, and the low-lying parts of the river were submerged. The floods in Ji'an Prefecture were particularly serious. Pan Jingmin forced the temple to resettle the victims.

When the horse rushed to the vicinity of Lingshan Temple, Lu Qing smelled a different atmosphere.

A group of officers and soldiers were surrounding Lingshan Temple, wearing armor and wearing swords. Outside the small temple stood dozens of sturdy flat-headed people, as well as a few bald-headed monks. Everyone held sticks and guarded the temple gate. The boy's face was tight.

The two sides are facing each other, but the disparity in strength can be seen at a glance.

Ning Juan narrowed his eyes and made a gesture, indicating that the guards should disperse, but don't move rashly for the time being.

First listen to what this is doing.

The leading officers and soldiers raised their knives and shouted angrily at the group of civilians: "It's against the sky, dare to stop the army from doing things!"

The young monk standing next to the thin boy was angry: "You come to the temple every three days to take the sick away. Unless you explain the whereabouts of those donors, don't even think about entering this Lingshan Temple today!"

Lu Qing hissed softly.

I'm afraid what Liu Yue said is true.

With Pan Jingmin's attitude, he couldn't cure the flood, and he didn't want to cure the disease.

He wants to reduce the influence of this matter, stop the spread of the epidemic, and not affect his political performance and official hat, so what will he do, and what will happen to those who are taken away?

The minds of everyone present were turning fast, and their hearts were suddenly cold.

"Looking for death." The leading officers and soldiers lost their patience, and their faces sank, "Take this group of bad guys down, kill the chickens today, and see who dares to object!"

When his voice fell, Ning Juan's eyes flashed coldly, and he spit out four words: "Keep your mouth alive."

The dark guard had long been squatting in the best position, so he immediately drew his sword and rushed up.

The group of officers and soldiers did not expect that there were still people in ambush nearby, and they were all armed with knives. Thief! When I go back to report, I will bring you all in one nest!"

The officers and soldiers at the head were noisy, and their kung fu was not bad. They swung two giant hammers with incredible strength, and they could fight back and forth with the dark guards with high kung fu.

Ning Juan sat on the horse's back, stared blankly for a while, then took off the bow behind him, pulled the arrow and pulled the string.

Immediately, Lu Qing heard the sound of a bowstring, and the arrow flew out.

In the next instant, the arrow pierced through three people in a row, and the officers and soldiers fell to the ground, trampled by the frightened horses.

The young man's face was cold, and he slowly retracted the action of drawing the bow. The wide sleeves of the robe were filled with the wind, and it was blown away.

Lu Qing got off the horse and stood not far away, watching this scene, his heartbeat suddenly quickened a bit.

Ning Juan lowered his eyes: "Did you scare the teacher?"

Lu Qing shook his head.

He was just a little surprised that Ning Juan was able to sit on a horse and pull a two-stone bow.

The little boy has made progress secretly, his arm strength is so strong.

The head was dead, and even if the number of soldiers had an absolute advantage, the remaining soldiers panicked.

Seeing that someone made a move, the people who were guarding the door also wanted to step forward to help, but the boy in the lead reached out and blocked them, motioning them to step back, then stared at a group of panicked horses, and kicked a blood-stained horse. Holding the knife, he grabbed the reins of the horse and turned on his horse, subdued the horse in three or two strokes, and rushed into the melee crowd.

Martial arts are unexpectedly strong.

The collapsed soldiers quickly died in seven to eighty-eight ways, and the **** smell came over. When the last person was left, the young man with outstanding martial arts tried to chase after him with a knife, but was stopped by the dark guards.

He was stunned for a while, with doubts in his eyes, put down the knife, and made a few gestures.

- Turned out to be a mute.

Ning Yan frowned and looked at the young man.

Lu Qing said at the right time: "He is asking, why don't we cut the grass and root, I heard that Governor Pan is also in Ji'an mansion, it would be bad to let that person run away, we killed the officers and soldiers, after being wanted by the government, there will be more officers and soldiers besieged. come."

Seeing that someone could translate his words, the boy's eyes suddenly became more surprised and moved, and he nodded vigorously.

Ning Juan didn't rush to answer, and looked at Lu Qingze in surprise: "Teacher still understands sign language?"

"I understand a little." Lu Qing returned to Ning Juan, looked at the boy, and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, the only thing I'm afraid of is that they won't come."

The young man's eyes were blank, he hesitated for a while, but gave up the pursuit. After he dropped the knife, he was surrounded by a dozen people. He seemed shy and shy again, and signed a few words at the two of them: My name is Lin Xi, thank you for your help help.

Lu Qing translated it again, and then replied, "No need to say thank you."

It's a little troublesome to ask Lu Qing to translate all the time.

Although Ning Juan liked to listen to Lu Qingze's speech, he didn't like Lu Qingze's always staring at others, his eyes circled around, and he got off his horse neatly and walked towards the monk at the entrance of the temple.

The front of the Buddhist temple was stained with blood, and the monks couldn't bear to look at them.

The head of the monk's beard and hair is all white, and it seems that he should be the host of this temple.

"How is the situation in the temple?"

Hearing the question, the shocked monks opened their eyes. Thanks to the help of Ning Juan and others, they were unguarded and sighed heavily: "There are tens of thousands of disaster victims on the mountain, and those who can't live in their houses can only sleep. In the yard, many people got cold because of this..."

"In the beginning, the government would send some food and medicinal materials, but gradually they stopped sending them. They only sent people to guard outside the temple, and took away a group of wounded patients infected with cold every few days..."

Listening to the description of the old host, Lu Qing was also used to the rubbing pain between his legs and walked to Ning Juan's side: "Go in and have a look."

Ning Juan instructed everyone to take precautions, then took out his handkerchief from his arms, stretched out his hand to Lu Qingze to cover his mouth and nose carefully, and then covered himself again before walking into the temple.

What the old host said was true. The victims in the temple were all curled up on the cold floor. In better conditions, they could still sit on the mats.

Going further inside, most of the people who can live in the house are the elderly, women and children, and even a lot of pregnant women.

But more people can only sit in the open air.

This is in the rainy season, there are so many people outside, and it is raining, and they can only sleep on the floor. If they are lucky, they will not catch a cold. If they are unlucky, they may be taken away by officers and soldiers.

The monks in the monastery have tried their best to isolate the sick from other people, but the place is so big and it has to accommodate so many people, the disease is still spreading inevitably, and many monks who have been in contact with the sick have also contracted the disease. sick.

A pair of frightened, numb, or worried eyes stared at them silently, and occasionally they could hear a coughing sound, as if they were worried that they would be dragged away in the next second.

Ning Wan's eyes darkened.

Lu Qing silently closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Just when Ning Juan walked into the Lingshan Temple, the soldier who thought he had escaped from his life also rode into the Ji'an Mansion and reported the incident in a panic.

Pan Jingmin would never have come to Ji'an Mansion in person, and Hongdu Mansion was not affected by the disaster, and the victims were kept outside the city. ? Come out to eat what bitterness.

But he has ordered the treatment of those infected patients, and the epidemic has not yet been eradicated. When he thinks that the little emperor is staying in Jiangsu and Zhejiang next door, he is a little uneasy.

If any rumors are leaked, it will be bad, and the matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

So he came to discuss with the prefect of Ji'an prefecture how to deal with the troubles in Lingshan Temple.

In addition to Pan Jingmin, Jiangyou's general and political envoys were also on the side.

The table is full of exquisite and luxurious delicacies, all of which are rare ingredients. When adults frown, they will be replaced. Behind the bead curtains sit actors and play the qin to cheer them up.

Just after a group of people discussed at length, "It's better to burn it clean at night, and tell the outside world to get out of the water", the people below rushed over in a panic: "Sir, it's not good, Lingshan Temple's The rebels turned against the people, colluded with a few bandits, and killed all the officers and soldiers they sent!"

Pan Jingmin was already worried, and his face sank when he heard this: "This group of troublemakers is going to rebel, and they don't care about their officials!"

Zhao Zhengde, the prefect of Ji'an Prefecture, was also taken aback. Seeing his calm expression, he poured a cup of tea flatteringly: "Master Pan, Xiaoxiaohuo, a group of bad guys, how can you be angry? But these bad guys are really uneasy. Dispatch, it seems right to send someone, it must be resolved as soon as possible, why not send someone over tonight and burn it down?"

"Tonight?" Pan Jingmin snorted from his nostrils, "Stupid, they dare to kill the officers and soldiers, and they will kill them in your house tonight! Send five hundred elite soldiers to this officer, walk, and solve this problem. Trouble, I can get a good night's sleep too."

The governor of Jiangyou was taken aback: "Do you want to go there in person?"

Pan Jingmin squinted his eyes: "There are so many people, of course you have to see it in person before you can feel relieved."

"But there are a lot of people in the temple, with only five hundred elite soldiers... will it be less?"

Pan Jingmin didn't care much: "It's enough to deal with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled."

Nearly 10,000 people are like little lambs, guarded by dozens of officers and soldiers who are not allowed to go in and out, and even dare not let one fart.

A group of rural people, how dare they resist.

Commander Jiang You had a flash of light: "Master Pan, there are disaster victims in other places who haven't dealt with them, and they waste food. If they don't, they may rebel. It's better to capture the bandits and torture them so that they can admit that they are in trouble. Those who colluded with the victims are all rebels, so the rest can be dealt with, and when the rebels are wiped out, you can add a credit to your achievements."

Zhao Zhengde and Jiang You's political envoy both hissed in their hearts, their hearts were so vicious, they still had a smile on their faces and did not dare to make a sound.

Hearing this, Pan Jingmin was in a good mood: "I didn't expect you, a pig brain, to be able to come up with such a good idea, and I'll add two more to you when I look back."

Pan Jingmin has been an official in Jiangyou for many years. He is not good at controlling water and epidemics, but he is very good at dealing with troublemakers. He immediately set off with his soldiers, along with flammable oil, torches, bows and arrows.

Pan Jingmin went there in person, and of course others had to accompany him. When he got into the carriage, Zhao Zhengde couldn't help but have a thought: This is the first time to go to Lingshan Temple after relocating the pile of victims, right?

Probably the last time.

A group of people rushed to Lingshan Temple soon.

This group of people moved quite a bit, and the dark guard who was guarding outside the temple saw the figure at the foot of the mountain and immediately went to inform Ning Juan.

Ning Juan tilted his head and asked, "Teacher, do you want to go with me to meet the governor of Jiangyou?"

Lu Qing's emotions have been stable since childhood, and there are hardly any emotional fluctuations.

Except this time.

From stepping into Jiangyou, all the way, the fertile fields were flooded, the victims were displaced, the government not only did nothing, but even slaughtered the patients recklessly, which has already set everyone's emotions on fire.

When he walked out of Lingshan Temple with Ning Juan, Pan Jingmin and a few others with elite soldiers also arrived.

Seeing more than a dozen people with knives at the entrance of the temple, Pan Jingmin suddenly realized, and pointed at Ning Juan, who was obviously the leader: "Are you the rebel who massacred officers and soldiers?"

Ning Wanbafeng did not move, and looked at him with his hands behind his back, a cold killing intent floated between his eyebrows: "Pan Jingmin, you are so powerful."

Pan Jingmin was a local emperor in Jiangyou, who dared not to hold him and was called by his name, which made him quite unhappy.

The prefect of Ji'an swept away his face, and scolded dog-leggedly: "What, Master Pan's name is also your name!"

Pan Jingmin snorted coldly, no longer wasting time, and raised his hand: "Get me alive!"

His voice just fell, and there was a thunderous movement from the foot of the mountain.

It's the sound of hoofs.

Zheng Yao came with two hundred people, covered in mud and dust, and shouted sharply, "Who dares to hurt my emperor!"

Hearing this sound, everyone who was about to attack was stunned, and watched in a daze as Jin Yiwei, who was wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife on his waist, quickly passed them. Make Zheng Yao, come to the rescue!"

What?

For the first time in his life, Pan Jingmin and a group of dog-legs around him doubted his ears.

Jinyiwei commander Zheng Yao?

Is it the real Jinyiwei... What do they call that rebel leader?

Wait, there is a man wearing a silver mask next to that young man. I heard that the emperor Lu Qing has been wearing such a mask because of his ugly appearance.

But the little emperor is clearly staying in Lin'an Mansion, how is it possible...

Pan Jingmin's face turned pale a little bit, and it was clear that the air after the rain was very refreshing. His back and head were still sweating uncontrollably, oozing cold air, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. His face twitched.

A sense of imminent catastrophe, like a catastrophe, enveloped his fat body. Under the extreme fear, he couldn't think of anything in his mind.

Zheng Yao came at the same time as Ning Juan had estimated.

He did not bring many people with him, and he came here in secret. In case Pan Jingmin jumped over the wall in a hurry and wanted to silence him—although it was impossible to succeed, Lu Qing was by his side. He didn’t want to take any risk, so he sent a message to Zheng yesterday Yao.

Having seen Jiang You's tragic situation, there is no need to keep a low profile.

Ning Juan's lowered gaze raised again, impartially, and fell on Pan Jingmin, his voice was indifferent: "Why, Master Pan, don't you want to capture me alive?"

The author has something to say:

Ning Guoguo: Hold a cup, the teacher must think I'm handsome.

Lu Qingze: (clicking with the camera on his back) Cubs are awesome!