Raising wolves

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, most of the palace staff of Qianqing Palace took leave to rest. They didn't have to hold palace banquets, which saved a lot of expenses. In addition to the rewards issued by the court officials, Lu Qing also set aside some of them and ordered Changshun to reward them. It was given to the people of various palaces, along with two moon cakes, and everyone had one for the festival.

Several imperial physicians were also invited to leave the Qianqing Palace.

After all, Ning Juan had already "wake up".

Right now, all the people in the entire palace are quiet and their own people.

Changshun asked people to prepare dinner and sweet-scented osmanthus tea in the courtyard, and then quietly led the people back down without disturbing the two of them.

Although he didn't notice the sight, Lu Qing speculated that there should be guards in the dark.

After returning to Beijing, Ning Juan followed his promise and removed the people who were staring at him—it was really unnecessary.

Either he stayed in the Lu Mansion, where there were guards Ning Lianpai and Lin Xi, who was highly skilled in martial arts, or he was in the palace, with Jin Yiwei who came and went, and it was even more impossible for him to have an accident in the Qianqing Palace.

Walking into the courtyard, you can smell the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ning Juan lived in the Qianqing Palace on the second Mid-Autumn Festival. He thought that the fragrance of osmanthus was too strong and disturbed people's sleep, so he ordered all the osmanthus trees in the palace to be cut down, and there was only one left. It bloomed carefully, so as not to offend His Majesty the Emperor, and cut it off too.

When the sky is full of bright moon, it is as bright as a wheel.

The moon is shining like a wash, and the bright splendor splashes down, covering the surrounding magnificent palace with a layer of frosty white. Even if the lamp is not lit, the courtyard is very bright. The bells hanging on the upper floor of the palace moved with the wind and made a clear sound.

Because Ning Juan and Lu Qing were both patients, the dinner prepared in the kitchen was also very light, and they also made a plate of delicate moon cakes, six-month cakes, with different flavors.

Ning Juan raised her eyes to look at Lu Qingze, who was sitting across from him, her heart warmed.

Every year, during the big and small festivals, it is inevitable to hold a palace banquet to entertain hundreds of officials. If Lu Qing is unwell, he can't come. Even if he is better enough to come, he has to sit under his seat, separated by a distance. distance.

Even if he selfishly placed Lu Qingze very close, it was still far away.

What Ningyan wanted was a position that she could reach as soon as she reached out her hand.

Only when Lu Qing sat next to him could he feel at ease.

"It's still good," Ning Lian raised the corners of his lips, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion season, so it's time to spend with the teacher quietly and quietly, rather than having a banquet outside with a bunch of fake people. It's much better to be together."

Lu Qing poured a cup of tea for each of them leisurely, and said, "When you have someone you like in the future, it's time to be with her."

Ning Wan smiled and almost crushed the cup in his hand.

He had tried his best to endure it for the past two days, but every time Lu Qing said a word, he made a note in his heart, waiting for the reckoning in the future, but tonight was inexplicably dry. Hearing this, his canine teeth were itching.

He could only try his best to keep his eyes from Lu Qingze's body. He didn't respond to this sentence, and changed the subject: "I heard Zheng Yao report that the teacher asked him to check a few people. Did he find anything?"

Before this matter was found out, Lu Qingze hadn't told Ning Juan for a while, and after hearing Ning Juan mention it, he remembered that Jinyiwei's serious boss was Ning Juan, and smiled: "It's nothing, it's just these few. I read the record book every day and found a lot of interesting things, I want someone to check it first, maybe the account book will be useful."

"Oh?"

"Sun An, the Censor of the Inspectorate, advised Liu Pingyuan, the prefect of Tai'an House, to pay tribute to Lu Wei Xingbing, the chief of staff," Lu Qing rubbed the teacup, "This matter has been mentioned many times, and it has been pressed down all the time. , it didn't reach your ears, so I saw it."

Ning Juan thought for a while: "Lu Wei was a jinshi in the 17th year of Jian'an, and he was appointed as the Scholar of Qing Officials in the Selected Works of the Ministry of Officials."

The officials of the Qing Dynasty are in charge of the examination of the rank of civil officials, as well as the election of supplementary promotions and the decrees of the monthly election. Therefore, although the official minister is only a mere fifth-rank, it does not sound very prestige, but he holds real power and is in the hands of the officials below. During the period, all secretly called Libu Langzhong the first five-rank official in the world.

The personnel department was under the control of Wei Herong, and Lu Wei was naturally his capable general.

The following people walk in ice and charcoal, which is an unspoken rule that has been acquiesced in the past dynasties. Even if it is remonstrated on the face by the imperial history, it is basically one eye closed.

If Bingjing punishes Lu Wei, there will be few officials in the capital who can stand alone. After all, "the law does not blame the public".

Even if Lu Qingze and Ning Juan were not used to this kind of behavior, they couldn't do anything at the moment.

Lu Qing said: "Although Lu Wei cannot be detained because of Bingjing, but I found that Lu Wei also served as the prefect of Jiangyou for several years."

Jiang You's family is intertwined, and since it is so deeply involved with Wei Herong, and Lu Wei has also served in Jiang You, he will definitely find something.

Ning Juan smiled and nodded: "Teacher is bothered."

He didn't really care about Lu Qingze's purpose either. Seeing that the topic just now was skipped, he was able to express his heart-stopping tone.

I worked hard and patiently pretended for several days, and I couldn't fall short.

Lu Qing picked up a piece of mooncake and tasted it. The kitchen made a special pastry mooncake, which was wrapped in nuts such as walnuts and pine nuts, and added sugar. It was crispy and sweet when he bit into it. Lu Qing was afraid that it would fall off the residue. After eating with his hands, he looked up and found Ning Wanxiao looking at him, his brows raised slightly: "What do I do? Eat moon cakes."

The two were very close, Ning Juan watched him inadvertently reveal a small half of his snow-white neck, the clear Adam's apple rolling up and down with the swallowing movement.

The thin neck line is smoothly gathered under the round neck, leaving unlimited room for reverie.

"Teacher, you have eaten your mouth."

Ning Wan leaned over, restrained, and only stretched out his fingers to wipe the corners of his lips, wiping a little meringue.

Before Lu Qing could get away from this intimate contact, he first noticed that Ning Wan's fingertips were getting hot.

Unlike the coldness when it was poisoned before, it was hot and scalding when it was stretched out.

...Isn't that bowl of medicine working?

Lu Qing's scalp was numb, and he resolutely poured a cup of osmanthus tea for Ning Juan, and pushed it with two fingers: "Drink tea, drink tea, clear the fire and remove the heat."

Ning Juan's fingertips seemed to still have the feeling of touching Lu Qingze just now.

Smooth, soft, like a precious satin... He had tasted the lips under the warm skin.

Why should he be such a gentleman and not kiss Fangze when Lu Qingze was asleep at night?

As this thought jumped into my mind, the inexplicable dry fire seemed to burn even more vigorously.

In a trance, it seems that the blood is hot, and the lava rolls through the heart, making the heart thump.

Ning Juan's eyes fell on Lu Qingze's soft and moist lips. He felt unbearable thirst in his throat, swallowed hard, lowered his eyes, and drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp.

Lu Qing ate a piece of moon cake, and was a little tired. Seeing Ning Juan only drinking tea and not eating vegetables, he was a little worried: "Guo Guo, are you really all right? If you feel uncomfortable, go back and lie down for a while, don't hold back."

Ning Juan said hoarsely, "Hmm", "It's alright."

No matter how much tea you drink, it is difficult to resist the thirst in your throat.

He is like a lost traveler in the desert, chasing the source of water, and dying of thirst in the next second. There is a false hallucination in front of him, thinking that an oasis has emerged, but he finds that those false waters cannot extinguish the fire in his heart at all.

The person sitting in front of him is the source of water that can quench his thirst.

Ning Juan's gaze greedily swept across Lu Qingze's face inch by inch, his breathing was hot, and he couldn't help scolding himself in his heart.

In the past, he would also think about things that were unclean and blasphemous against Lu Qingze, but he wouldn't sit facing each other properly, just thinking about these messes.

He's not that savage either.

wrong.

The restlessness deep inside the body is very wrong.

Ning Yan gritted his teeth and exhaled softly. He didn't want Lu Qing to see that there was something wrong with him. He wanted to take a bath in cold water as soon as possible to clear his mind, but he was reluctant to end the Mid-Autumn Festival with Lu Qingze. While patiently warning himself, he chatted and ate with Lu Qingze as usual.

Lu Qing was also looking at Ning Juan all the time. Seeing that he was calm from beginning to end, he really didn't feel affected by it, so he lightened his mind of moving to another warm pavilion to sleep tonight.

Ning Juan's body wasn't in good shape yet, so he didn't worry about leaving Ning Juan to sleep alone at night.

But if Ning Juan was affected by that bowl of medicine... he would still leave room for the child to solve it by himself, so as to avoid embarrassment for both parties.

You Qi thought of the morning before, when he woke up and was forced to say hello to Xiao Guoguo.

Even more embarrassing to the scalp.

The atmosphere is good, and the two of them have their own thoughts. After eating, they enjoy the moon for a while.

Ning Juan felt that the surging qi and blood had calmed down a little, and he also had some peace of mind. He raised his cheeks and looked at Lu Qingze, and suddenly asked, "When I went to the teacher's hometown, I didn't have time to take a look. I agreed to go to the teacher's house when I was a child. Look at the place, I probably won't have the chance to go again in the future... What was the teacher's former room like?"

He deliberately didn't mention Lin'an Mansion. With the previous sentences, Lu Qing asked the last sentence, and it was difficult for Lu Qing to avoid answering.

Naturally, Lu Qing had never seen what the original room looked like before, so he couldn't fabricate it out of thin air. After thinking about it, he slowly recalled the room in his grandfather's house: "My room is in the west wing, and the sun is very good."

The old man has a classical taste, but after Lu Qing was sent there when he was a child, the modern atmosphere of the room he lived in was not serious.

"There is a wind chime hanging on the corner of the eaves outside."

"There is a vase in the southwest corner of the room. After I accidentally broke it... Uncle helped me glue it up."

Under the bright moon, Lu Qing searched for some vague memories, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Although he can't talk about his hometown openly, but on this festival, he can talk about some past events with the students who have the closest relationship with him in this world, which can make him feel a lot of joy.

Ning Juan listened very carefully.

He put every word that Lu Qingze said into his mind, and the image of the room where Lu Qingze grew up slowly emerged in his mind.

After Lu Qing finished speaking, he was quiet for a long time before he turned his head and smiled and said, "Okay, the poison on your body is not clear, so it's time to take a bath and rest. I'll go to the Eagle Room to see Xiaoxue."

Ning Juan almost finished drinking the whole pot of osmanthus tea, but he still couldn't hold back the restless anger, especially after he got out of the state of concentration, staring at Lu Qing, he had the urge to rush over and do it directly, no Dare to look at him one more time, he nodded casually.

Lu Qing then got up, picked up the lamp and went to the Eagle Room.

Ning Juan sat on the spot and drank the last sip of sweet-scented osmanthus tea. His throat was still burning, and he glanced down at the small half moon cake that Lu Qingze had just eaten.

For the stuffed meat, Lu Qing took a bite, his expression solidified, he took another bite, showing an unbelievable expression, and finally took another bite.

Ning Juan wanted to laugh just thinking about his expression, picked up the moon cake, and indifferently commanded behind the empty man, "Bring Chang Shun here."

After he slowly swallowed the small half of the moon cake, the fire in his heart that could not find its source seemed to settle down for a moment.

Immediately it swelled and burned again.

Not long after, Chang Shun, who was eating moon cakes in his room, was obediently "carried" over by the dark guard.

Changshun came over after being carried by a tie. He was confused. Seeing that Lu Qing was not there, he was a little uneasy: "Your Majesty, did the slave do something wrong?"

"What's in the medicine tonight?"

Ning Juan went straight to the subject and found the culprit that made him feel so hot and uneasy until now.

Changshun replied quickly: "I added some deer antlers, ginseng antlers, etc. The servant thought that Lord Lu would tell you, so..."

I didn't dare to mention it.

Ning Juan's expression also froze.

No wonder Lu Qing looked a little weird when he brought the medicine to him.

He exhaled his hot breath heavily, looked at the direction that Lu Qingze left, and the corners of his mouth slowly evoked a smile.

The teacher knew what was in it, but brought it to him to drink, and didn't mention it. Could it be that he was still shy?

This medicine was brought to him by Lu Qingze, and Lu Qingze was responsible for it. Is there any problem?

Lu Qing had no idea what Ning Wan was thinking.

When they arrived at the eagle house, the falconer was not there either, and went home to reunite on leave.

Xiaoxue stood alone in the cage, shrinking into a lonely and fat snowball. Hearing the familiar footsteps, she turned her head and flapped her wings happily.

Lu Qing put it out of the eagle cage, touched its wings, and said with a smile, "Come and feed you a late-night snack."

Falcons should be soaring in the air, not trapped in cages.

Lu Qing fed Xiaoxue the rabbit meat it likes to eat, and suddenly sighed softly: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, people will be homesick, and so will animals. Xiaoxue, do you want to go back to the grassland?"

Xiaoxue flapped her wings happily and ate the meat. She couldn't understand such complicated words, but she could vaguely understand what Lu Qingze meant. She tilted her head and stared at Lu Qingze without saying a word.

"Don't worry, I will persuade Your Majesty to let you go."

Lu Qing touched its head again, fed it a late night snack, and played with the lonely Hai Dongqing for a while before putting it back in the eagle cage and turning back to the Qianqing Palace.

Back at the Qianqing Palace, Changshun was guarding in the courtyard. When he saw Lu Qing, he came back and patted his chest: "Lord Lu, you can count yourself back."

Lu Qing looked in the direction of the bedroom: "Your Majesty is resting?"

Changshun nodded, watching him hesitate.

Just now, His Majesty asked the dark guard to capture him. After he told His Majesty what was added to the bowl of medicine, His Majesty's expression was really...

He began to worry that His Majesty would use force against Lord Lu again.

Changshun hesitated, wondering if he should remind Lu Qingze.

Looking at His Majesty's recent actions, he should be trying to figure it out slowly... not to use force, right?

Lu Qing didn't notice Changshun's tangled mood at all, and patted him on the shoulder: "Didn't I tell you to go back to rest earlier? You don't have to watch the night today, just go and rest."

"...Well," Chang Shun's eyes were complicated, but he didn't say anything in the end, "The hot water is ready, you can go take a shower."

Lu Qing said "thank you" with a smile, then went to the next door to take a bath, changed his bedclothes, and gently pushed the door into the bedroom.

There was a shadow on the dragon's bed, and Lu Qing guessed that Ning Juan should have fallen asleep.

The moonlight was just right, and when he stepped into the window, he could roughly see the room without lighting. He slowly walked to the couch under the window and lay down carefully.

In the rustling voice, Ning Juan silently opened his eyes.

How could he sleep.

The fire, which had nowhere to vent, was burning through reason.

This silk cloth screen in the house has a magnificent landscape and is a masterpiece of a famous family.

Ning Juan's eyes darkened, he closed his eyes, and traced in his mind Lu Qingze who was sitting opposite him a few quarters ago.

Clear face.

Tears at the corners of the eyes.

Clear undulating Adam's apple.

The red court dress made the complexion whiter than the snow, adding another three-point color.

Lu Qing was clearly dressed meticulously, with neat clothes and a tight neckline, but the more he looked at him, the more restless he became. He wanted to peel off this layer of coldness, and stretched his fingers into the tight neckline to see that he was tightly bound landscape.

He rolled over impatiently, staring at the blurred figure, breathing heavily, and whispered inaudibly, "Teacher..."

Probably because he drank some tea, Lu Qing didn't fall asleep as fast as usual tonight.

Half asleep, he suddenly heard some unusual sounds, like someone's heavy breathing.

Thunder flashed in his head, but Lu Qing was worried that Ning Juan was suffering from poison again. His sleepiness subsided, he rolled over and got out of bed, and quickly walked to the bedside: "Guo Guo?"

The moonlight dimmed the interior of the house.

The boy looked up at him, his eyes a little confused.

Lu Qing suddenly realized what he was doing, his ears turned red, and he tried to calm down: "...I'll sleep in another room."

Leaving these words in a hurry, he wanted to step back and leave, but was precisely grabbed by his wrist.

Ning Juan's hand was very hot, and when he touched it, Lu Qing had the illusion of being scorched by charcoal fire.

"teacher…"

His mind was blank, and he heard the young man shouting in a low voice, "I'm so uncomfortable."

Lu Qing was silent for a moment, found some sense, and spit out a few words from his teeth: "Just do it yourself."

Ning Juan looked at him pitifully, like a puppy wet by the rain, in urgent need of someone to help him: "I can't...Teacher, you can teach me, okay?"

Can this be taught? !

Lu Qing wanted to step back, but was held tightly, perhaps because of the bowl of medicine, not only was the fingers on his wrist extremely hot, but Ning Juan's eyes were brighter than usual. .

Ning Juan grew up with him. Although he matured early, physically it seems that this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

And credit for that bowl of concentrated essence.

Lu Qing could only vaguely say: "Hands."

Ning Juan was so uncomfortable that he curled up, his head also leaned over, rubbed against him lightly, hoarsely accusing: "The teacher clearly said that he would give everything and teach everything I need, why won't you teach me now? what?"

Lu Qing never thought about teaching students this in his life: "..."

"Teacher, I'm so hot," Ning Juan was caught in the fiery torture, and his grip on Lu Qingze increased again, "Will I die?"

Seeing Ning Wan suffer like this, Lu Qing didn't feel very well.

Ningguo is about to ripen.

Lu Qing has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and his experience in this area is not much more than that of Ning Juan. you."

Ning Juan suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he uttered two words coldly: "You dare!"

Lu Qingze: "..."

My mind was confused, and I almost forgot that this little **** hates others to meet him, not to mention such private matters.

Lu Qing was extremely embarrassed, and began to regret returning to the dormitory to sleep.

The two were deadlocked for a while, Ning Juan kept warning himself in his heart.

Don't be tough.

To deal with Lu Qingze, you have to act like a spoiled child, be obedient, and show weakness.

He squeezed Lu Qingze's wrist tightly and loosened his hand, his voice choked with grievances: "Teacher doesn't want to teach, just go to sleep, I can endure the poison, it's no big deal."

This is not the same.

This kind of thing can't be held back hard, it's not good for the body, especially if you're tired and the poison is not clear.

Lu Qing stopped talking.

"Did the teacher hand you poison tonight?"

Half of Ning Juan's face was sunk on the side of the soft pillow, and he looked at him in a trance, as if he had been tortured to the point where he lost his mind.

Lu Qing was silenced again by his accusation, and a faint guilt rose in his heart.

This bowl of medicine was indeed brought to Ning Juan to drink.

But he just followed the doctor's orders.

Xu Shu, you better explain clearly when you come back.

No matter how good-natured Lu Qing was, he couldn't help but scolded in his heart. Seeing Ning Juan's tormented appearance, he finally compromised: "...Well, I'll teach you."

Ning Wan looked over with wet eyes.

Lu Qing sat on the side of the bed, a little helpless.

Obviously trying to reduce all kinds of accidental contact with Ning Juan, but I didn't expect such an encounter.

He could only meditate on "Be a teacher for one day and be a father for a lifetime, and a father teaches his son what is right." He reached into the quilt, hesitated for a moment, and taught Ningjuan the correct method through the soft silk fabric.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Ning Juan's breathing became a little heavier, he buried his head in Lu Qingze's arms, and sniffed the cold and fragrant plum fragrance deeply.

Moment of satisfaction and deeper greed swept through his heart at the same time. He never knew that this kind of thing felt so wonderful.

Especially Lu Qing was helping him.

The person he was thinking about, thinking about day and night, was using his hands...

Ning Juan suddenly tugged at the corner of Lu Qingze's clothes and groaned.

Lu Qing was so embarrassed that his face was hot, so he didn't push Ning Yan's face away, for fear that he would see his own face as soon as he looked up.

Hearing Ning Juan's humming, he decisively stopped his hand and closed his eyes: "That's it, you... get it on your own, I can't grasp the strength, and it's not good to hurt you."

Ning Juan said with a coquettish nasal voice: "I want the teacher to help me..."

Lu Qing pushed him away indifferently. Now he just wants to wash his hands as soon as possible, go to sleep in a different room, wake up, and forget all of this: "I said I'll teach you, not help you, I'm done."

Knowing that this is the most extreme thing tonight, Ning Juan can only suppress the hotness in his chest, watching Lu Qing quickly turn his back and prepare to leave.

He suddenly said, "Does the teacher do this on weekdays too?"

Although Lu Qing turned his back, the tips of his ears were flushed red, like crystal clear red blood agate.

He pursed his lips and was a little embarrassed: "...Well."

"It's the same," Ning Juan stared at the tip of his ear, with a deep smile in his dark eyes, and spit out three words, "Are you comfortable?"

Lu Qingze: "...It's okay."

Ning Juan gave a low "Oh" and asked again, "How often?"

It's all about rubbish.

But in the past, among university roommates, a few of them had a good relationship, and they would indeed exchange such issues. There were even a group of people who would help each other. Although Lu Qing never participated, Ning Juan was curious about this kind of thing. Only him, ask him... It doesn't seem strange.

It's like that among men.

Lu Qing's mind was still a little confused. He pressed the throbbing temple, and tried his best to answer patiently: "I rarely touch this kind of thing, Guoguo, you don't...don't indulge."

Asking more, Lu Qing should turn his face, Ning Wan put away his thirst for knowledge, and walked out when he saw Lu Qing.

Just as Lu Qing was about to walk out of the dormitory, he heard a fluttering voice of a young man behind him: "Teacher."

Lu Qingze's footsteps stopped.

"...don't leave me behind."

Lu Qing turned his head sideways and sighed inaudibly: "Why, you rest early."

After that, he opened the door and walked out.

The hazelnut fragrance gradually disappeared from the nose as Lu Qingze left.

Ning Juan was full of sweat, imitating what Lu Qing had taught him, clenching his teeth tightly, and in a drowsy sweet dream, his consciousness seemed to take off.

His mind went white, and he called out unconsciously, "Huixue."

You have to keep your word.

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: I feel like my body is being hollowed out.

Ning Guoguo: ?

Youth education is over, I haven't written anything, don't lock me! !

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