Raising wolves

When he woke up the next day, Lu Qing was still dizzy.

It was as if it had been burned and melted, and it was barely put together, and the lips and back of the neck were faintly painful.

Seriously like a dog, he wouldn't let go when he caught him.

Lu Qing got up weakly, and immediately found that not only was his body fresh and refreshed, but the mattress that was messed up last night was also changed.

How could His Majesty change the mattress by hand.

Who replaced that?

Lu Qing closed his eyes.

Forget it, as long as he closes his eyes, he doesn't have to think about it.

When Ning Si came to Jixuexuan to study as usual, he was horrified to find that his father seemed to be bitten by insects even more!

Not only did he bite out red marks, but also some bruises.

Ning Si bit his fingers more and more tangled.

He told Anping about this, and Anping said with a smile that his father was afraid of bugs and could not tell him in front of him.

Then... don't say it? He is also afraid of bugs.

Forget about yesterday, why is Ning Siyue still staring at him today?

Lu Qing, on the other hand, was sensitive to find that something was wrong, and asked Ning Siyue to carry the book on his back first. He found a finely polished bronze mirror in the room, and took a good look at himself.

Only then did he discover that there were hickeys full of possessiveness in places he didn't notice. His complexion was originally white, and it was easy to leave blue marks when pinched, and it took three to five days to go away.

The size on the neck is layered with different shades, and it is not enough to take a few bites every night, and it will not stay.

He has seen people with a hickey on his neck like this for the past two days.

"…"

Lu Qing took a deep breath and cursed in his heart.

Dog Emperor.

That night, the confident emperor failed to enter Lu Qingze's house, and it was not until those traces disappeared that Lu Qingze's fire subsided.

No one dared to speak up about Ning Cong's arrest in the Zongren's mansion - Jin Yiwei found the secret poison unique to Shu in the King of Shu's mansion on the same day.

It was placed in the dark compartment on the wall of Ning Cong's study, and the secret poison was smeared on the assassin's knife that night.

The next day, Jin Yiwei received His Majesty's order to conduct a thorough investigation of the entire Shu Palace.

When a few Jin Yiwei searched, they found a brocade box on Ning Cong's bed, thinking there was some treasure in it, they happily hugged and ran to Zheng Yao: "Boss, look, we found something good, In such a luxurious box, what do you think is a good thing?"

Zheng Yao stretched his neck and leaned over to look: "Open it and see."

Jin Yiwei, who found the treasure box, opened the treasure box in front of a dozen people with a smile on his face.

Seeing what was inside, the scene fell into a moment of silence.

Zheng Yao's sinister face was a little distorted for the first time, and he laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, the good things you found are yours!"

There was laughter all around.

Everyone was shocked and circulated it, and felt that this thing was not easy to hand in.

In the end, Zheng Yao didn't know how to deal with it. Because of this, the capital was turbulent for a few days. People who had been close to the King of Shu were all taken to the prison for interrogation. They were very busy. , how can there be no time to control the whereabouts of Ning Cong's baby.

The assassins grabbed it, and Miyagi's defense was a little looser than before.

Fang Xinlu, the Chancellor of the Right Temple of Honglu Temple, is inconspicuous in a capital full of talented people. He is in his thirties, and he is only a small official from the sixth rank, with a low salary and a family of young and old. In the old mansion, although His Majesty is vigorous and resolute, and his wrists are iron-blooded, life is still better than when Emperor Chong'an lived.

Fang Xinlu is a prudent person, with a kind personality, not fighting or robbing.

Therefore, when entertaining a savage Tartar who was not easy to get along with and seemed to be able to eat people, the others simply pushed him out and put him in charge of dealing with the Tartar.

Left and right Fang Xinlu can speak Tartar, and there are good reasons.

The capital was quite chaotic recently, and the Tartars stayed in the inn and didn't come out very much. They cooperated with the court surprisingly well. Now that the chief assassin was caught, and the capital was hot, they sent some people to the inn to comfortably cool off the heat.

Of course, Fang Xinlu was also in charge.

Fang Xinlu still smiled, did not refuse, and took the things to the inn with a calm attitude: "This is a summer cooling item sent by your majesty, everything is inside, the capital is hot, you can use it. "

Several Tatar envoys had been locked in the inn for many days, and they had long been impatient. Hearing that one of the bearded men slapped the table, he raised his hand and poured out the tea in his hand, which was pouring on Fang Xinlu's face. superior.

These Tartars dare to be so presumptuous in the capital, provoking Daqi's face!

The other people who came with them squeaked in their hearts and wanted to say something. In the face of such a group of arrogant Tartarians, they dared not to say anything. , the pot has to be carried by them.

Ulihan glanced at the bearded beard pretending to be unhappy: "I haven't apologized yet."

Beard shrugged, and helped Fang Xinlu: "I'm so sorry, my hands are shaking."

Fang Xinlu still smiled kindly and wiped the tea on his face: "It's okay."

The rest of the people couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and at the same time they felt contemptuous, and felt that Fang Xinlu was cowardly and lost Da Qi's face.

When Daqi's people left, Wulihan opened the ice mirror that Daqi had sent, and took out a roll of parchment from it.

It is the latest map of Daqi, which delineates the latest frontier defense.

The man who poured the tea just now came to his senses: "Is there someone who was contacted by the third prince in the group of Daqi officials just now? Is this the defense map of Daqi?"

Wulihan didn't answer right away, he set up the Daqi border guards one by one in his mind, and only half of the doubts in his heart were dispelled: "Never inseparable, immediately send the map secretly out of the capital, we will also Hurry up and prepare to leave Beijing."

Go back as soon as possible and take action to catch Daqi by surprise.

Otherwise, when the emperor of Daqi finds out that something is wrong, the map obtained from this transaction will be useless.

Wulihan came to Daqi himself on this adventure to observe what Daqi looks like today.

After investigating for a period of time, as he thought, after Daqi handled Chong'an Emperor Huo Huo, he was damaged in all aspects. Years of aging and frailty, it seems that there is no talent.

Daqi is now at the time of cultivation and recuperation, and it is no longer the heyday it used to be.

But it is also recovering rapidly.

It must be given another ten years to the current Emperor Daqi, and Daqi can not only restore the glory of the past, but also improve to a higher level.

By then, it will be too late to think about it.

Fang Xinlu went to meet the Tatar envoy in an open and honest manner, and was wronged, no one would suspect that there was something wrong with him.

Everything looks so natural.

If it wasn't for Lu Qing, who left to send Xiaoxue on the night of the Qianyuan Festival, and when he came back, he overheard and wrote down the string of screeching Tatar languages, it would be difficult to send the fake map so smoothly.

Upon receiving the following news, Lu Qing was quite satisfied, Ning Juan came back down and went directly to the study, Lu Qing heard footsteps, raised his eyelids, and told him about it by the way: "Fang Xinlu The fake picture has been sent to Wulihan, and it is estimated that in these two days, Wulihan will find a reason to leave the capital."

Sitting on the table and chair of His Majesty the Emperor, he used His Majesty's own pen and ink, and his posture was quite relaxed. Unlike before, he would deliberately avoid it and did not want to directly participate in too many political affairs.

Ning Juan watched Lu Huaixue's pleasing demeanor for a while before stepping over, and from behind, he wrapped Lu Qingze around the chair and put one hand on the table. ."

The tall and long-legged young man leaned over from behind, the hot hormonal aura enveloped his body, and the weather was already getting hot, but Lu Qing felt as if his back was hot, and tilted his head: "...you let me go, I'll take my seat. Let it go to you."

His Majesty the Emperor pretended to be deaf and dumb. When he didn't hear it, he glanced at the secret letter and nodded, "The blueprint must be on the way to Mobei."

Lu Qing was trapped in the armchair. In order to prevent Ning Wan from biting him suddenly, he could only close his collar and cover his neck. After thinking about it, considering the plot of the original novel, he still said: "Last month, Mobei sent a battle report, Oara has retreated to the defense line, but I think Ulihan is likely to unite with Oara, and we must take precautions in advance."

Ning Juan lowered his head and looked at him tacitly for a moment, without asking him how he had guessed this: "Okay, I will send an urgent letter to Mobei today."

Lu Qing lowered his eyes calmly, and opened a letter from the southwest, which recorded the recent movements of Jiaozhi and Shuzhong. At present, everything is still peaceful.

He thought about it and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked, what kind of person is the Prince of Shu?"

Ning Yan lowered his head, rested his chin lightly on top of his head, sniffed the cold plum fragrance on his body, enjoyed the feeling of holding Lu Qingze in his arms with satisfaction, and said casually, "Like the King of Shu, you are cowardly and incompetent. This generation, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and eating, drinking, prostituting, and gambling are all unreasonable, because I saw the picture of my brother being carried away by a tiger, I was frightened and fell ill for half a year, and I stuttered with fright, and my brain was not very bright."

If it weren't for the fact that he had no son, Ning Cong would not have treasured this son like this.

It is estimated that Ning Cong is still thinking about showing off again. He will give birth to as many as he can in his lifetime. Unexpectedly, when he comes to the capital, the tools for committing the crime will be confiscated. No wonder he can say such words under his mental distortion.

Lu Qing was silent for a moment, and sighed sincerely: "It's really a dog father without a tiger child."

Ning Juan raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, and rubbed the tip of his ear: "Is the teacher disgusting me for not being good enough?"

Only then did Lu Qing realize that the radiation range was too wide. After all, Emperor Chong'an was not a thing compared to the King of Shu.

Ning Juan obviously didn't care about being shot, he just grabbed a word to play on the topic, the tip of his tall nose rubbed the tear mole at the corner of Lu Qingze's eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Teacher, I'm injured, and I'll be with you tonight. Sleep, huh? It's been almost half a month, are you recovering?"

The scorching breath rubbed against the sensitive auricle, and the slight itching drilled from the ear to the heart.

Lu Qingze's ears and neck are very sensitive.

He didn't know if Ning Juan had discovered this, that he always liked to rub the tips of his ears and gnaw at his neck.

Obviously, this "sleep" is not a simple meaning.

Lu Qing's mind went white for a while, and his lips moved slightly: "It will hurt a lot."

"It doesn't hurt." Ning Juan said quickly, suppressing the wolf-like gleam in his eyes, and continued to rub against him, coaxing him like a big dog just seeking pleasure, "I'll be gentle."

Lu Qing lowered his eyelashes, and for a long time, he fanned lightly like a butterfly wing with long eyelashes: "...Well."

Ning Juan suddenly looked forward to the arrival of the evening.

Although he really wanted to be more advanced, if he pushed Lu Qing too hard, he would be kicked away. Ning Wan smiled and let go of him, pulled the chair beside him and sat beside him.

The hot breath behind him dissipated, but Lu Qing was not used to it. After a moment, he resumed the topic he had just interrupted: "With the virtues of this father and son, who is taking advantage of whom in their deal with Jiaozhi?"

Ning Cong and the Prince of Shu didn't seem to be able to dominate, but they seemed to be played around by the people of Jiaozhi.

Ning Wan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who uses who. As long as Ning Cong is still in the capital, Shuzhong will not move. With the national strength of Jiaozhi, the Prince of Shu will not dare to move, and Jiaozhi will not dare to attack."

That's right.

Lu Qing nodded, waited for Mobei to be resolved, and then turned back to calm the southwest, so that he would not be stretched.

- Just as Wulihan thought, Daqi founded the country with military force, but emphasized literature over military force. Civil officials of several dynasties held groups to suppress military generals, resulting in the generation of military generals.

If it weren't for the fact that generations of historians hadn't produced heroes and guarded the frontier, the Tatars would have already overrun the frontier and came south to kill.

Most of the generals in the current era are old, and there are not many young generals, and even fewer can be called handsome.

Lin Xi, who is now guarding far away in Mobei, is one of the few handsome talents who can guard one side.

It's just that the war in Mobei is okay. If one side is in chaos at the same time, it will not be so easy to suppress.

The same is true of Daqi in the original novel.

Although the main point of view of the original work is from the protagonist Duan Lingguang, it can be inferred from the description of the few words that at the same time as the war in Mobei, rebels from various places gathered in groups, and the tyrants in the original work had no available people, and only cared about them. Mobei, when I looked back, the country was already in chaos.

Thinking of the fate of the original tyrant, Lu Qing was stunned for a moment, his heart tightened slightly, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch Ning Wan's hand.

Aware of Lu Qingze's touch, Ning Juan took his hand and looked over, with some doubts in his eyes: "What's the matter, Huaixue?"

Warm, warm and fresh.

Lu Qing blinked and smiled: "It's nothing."

This is his Ning Guoguo, his Ning Jiwei.

Not the tyrant that everyone gets and kills in the original book.

Lu Qing breathed out silently.

He didn't want Ning Juan to go to the battlefield at all, but Wang Mobei and Southwest should not be in chaos at the same time.

Ning Juan felt like he had something on his mind, but Lu Qing rarely shared his thoughts. No matter how anxious he was, he couldn't pry open Lu Qing's soft lips. He could only suppress his doubts and hold his Hand: "By the way, something interesting happened in Chaozhong, I haven't told you yet."

Listening to his tone, Lu Qing narrowed his eyes: "It's about me?"

Ning Juan said slowly: "There has been a lot of trouble in the court recently, and someone mentioned the emperor again."

The mention of the emperor's honesty, integrity, generosity and kindness, and the recollection of the storm against the emperor almost four years ago, has made many people feel more and more guilty.

This is not a problem. After all, Lu Qing appeared at the Qianyuan Festival. Many people saw him and couldn't help but think of the "dead emperor".

But the problem is, there are some rumors.

A wandering Taoist passed by the capital, heard the wind and waves, pinched his fingers, and said that the emperor and teacher are not from this world, but from the stars in the sky. .

It's divine.

Lu Qing heard a burst of laughter and took a sip of tea: "No one will believe it, right?"

He just heard Ning Juan say the first half of the sentence, he thought he was really a master, and figured out that he came here from another world.

As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, I knew that it was a bullshit.

The corner of Ning Juan's mouth tickled: "Huai Xue overestimates the worldly people."

Does anyone really believe it?

Lu Qing was stunned for a while, but after thinking about it, it was normal.

In this era, as long as it is difficult to explain clearly, it will be pushed to ghosts and gods.

Except for Ning Tien, an alien who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and Duan Lingguang, who is from another time and space like him, there are no people he has met over the years who don't believe it.

Even Chen Xiaodao occasionally babbled, and today he shouted that this temple spirit is going to pray to the Bodhisattva to bless him with good health.

It's not good to see him tomorrow, and I feel that the temple is more spiritual, so I ran to donate sesame oil money.

"Huaixue might as well guess, who is making a move and wants you to come back?"

Lu Qing knew without guessing: "Fan Xingyan."

He accompanies Ning Si for a walk, and when he bumps into Fan Xingyan, Fan Xingyan guesses his identity.

At that time, when Fan Xingyan turned around and ran away, he didn't have time to speak. It turned out that he was planning this.

...haven't seen him for a few years. Brother Fan, who was a bit old-fashioned at the time, actually learned these things.

Ning Juan smiled slightly: "Fan Xingyan did a good job. My original intention was to use this method, and it was slightly different from his."

"What are you going to do?" Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and guessed three points.

"Teacher should have heard of it when he was abroad. Someone who had attained the Tao gave me a divination, saying that my destiny was with evil spirits, and that I needed a person with a compatible destiny in order to control the fate of the emperor and the fortune of the country."

Lu Qingze: "..."

really.

As expected of His Majesty the Emperor, he is better than Fan Xingyan.

But after blowing it out like this, Lu Qing "resurrected from the dead", and even married Ning Yan, the shock would not be so big.

Ning Juan didn't want to have the turmoil that happened a few years ago again, this is the best way.

Ning Juan stared into Lu Qingze's eyes: "Will Huaixue want me to do this?"

As long as he speaks like this, Lu Qing will be completely tied to him in the future.

He was willing to gamble everything he had to get Lu Qing to be sincere.

Lu Qing was quiet for a while, hooked his fingers with him, and his pink lips curved: "Why not?"

Similar to what the two had guessed, a few days later, the feudal lord who was ruled out of suspicion first bid farewell to the capital, and hurriedly returned to the fief as if he was fleeing for his life.

Immediately, Wulihan went to the palace to ask to see him, bid farewell to the emperor, and was ready to return to Mobei.

When Wulihan came to Qianqing Palace to ask for an interview, Lu Qing was also in the south study room, taking a close look at the actual Tatar ruler.

On the Qianyuan Festival before, Wulihan was defeated twice by Ning Juan, and he never entered the palace again, and secretly dispatched assassins—it was enough to see that Wulihan would retaliate, and his arrogance was not too big.

But now that his face has not been torn apart, Wulihan showed a respectful and obedient appearance in front of Ning Juan, and said with a smile, "I used to come to Daqi with my father when I was young, and now that I come to Yanjing, it is still like a memory. It is generally prosperous and fascinated.”

Lu Qing's brows moved slightly, he vaguely remembered something, and pretended not to know: "I vaguely heard that the third prince seems to have a Chinese name?"

This male queen of Daqi has an unusual position in the heart of the emperor of Daqi.

Not only was he able to appear in the South Study Room, but he even interjected, looking at the emperor's appearance, he didn't mean to stop him.

Wulihan was quite surprised, glanced at him, and said calmly: "It was the emperor who gave him the name 'Xiuyong', and he is willing to cultivate the meaning of eternal peace between my two clans."

Ning Juan said "Oh" neither lightly nor seriously: "Why did the late emperor give the third prince a Chinese name?"

Chinese names are not given casually, and they are also stained with imperial surnames.

At that time, Emperor Chong'an was quite young, and his mind was not confused later.

Wulihan was silent for a moment, his eyes flashed with coldness, but he still had a smile on his face: "Your Majesty does not know, my mother used to be a member of the court, with Tartar blood, and fell in love with my father at first sight, my father begged Married my mother, brought her back to Tatar and gave birth to me, and I also have Chinese blood flowing through me."

This is somewhat subtle.

The truth of the year was that the old Tatar Khan came to Beijing for a pilgrimage, and after three tours of wine, he was wandering in the palace to get rid of the alcohol, and bumped into a beautiful palace maid who could speak Tatar.

In the capital, the old khan was naturally unhappy, thinking that he had returned to the royal court, and raped the palace maid.

After sobering up, the old khan realized that he had made a big mistake, so he had to bite the bullet, begged to marry the palace maid, brought her back to Tartar, and then regarded her as a disgrace to himself and abandoned her like clogs. .

This is another reason why Ulihan has been unpopular since he was a child.

This is also a scandal, or something from the time of Emperor Gaozu.

Lu Qing guessed that Wulihan should have erased the details, and there were no documents left in the palace. The palace servants serving in the Forbidden City changed batches after batches, so it's no wonder that Ning Juan didn't know.

In the original work, it was only stated that Ulihan's mother was of Han blood.

I didn't expect to have something to do with the Daqi court.

Lu Qing nodded thoughtfully: "So it is."

He talked too much, and Ulihan was already impatient. He swept over the emperor's throne, pressed the heat in his eyes, and said his prepared remarks: "Now the grassland is lush, it is the most suitable time for grazing, It's time for us to go back, and for coming to Beijing this time, I would like to thank Your Majesty for your hospitality."

Ning Juan said very few words, and after hearing the words, he responded lightly: "In this case, it is inconvenient for me to stay longer. After the third prince returns, I will greet the old Khan on my behalf."

Ulihan touched his chest with his hand and bowed before leaving the study.

Not long after Ulihan left, King Jing Ningjing also came to say goodbye.

Throughout the birthday banquet until now, Ning Jing's attitude has always been respectful, standing still, watching the development of the situation, without interfering in anything.

Lu Qing knew the least about Ning Jing.

When he was traveling abroad, he visited Ning Jing's fief and stayed for more than a month. Ning Jing was not from a bad background and the fief was not big, but he was well managed and had a good reputation in the local area.

The truth of this person is unpredictable, the only thing that can be confirmed is that Ning Jing is definitely more difficult than Ning Cong.

It's a pity that I couldn't find a suitable reason to detain Ning Jing. If you attack Ning Jing, it will only disturb other vassal kings - King Jing is so respectful, and His Majesty has also attacked him. How can the rest of them have a happy birthday?

Lu Qing felt a pity.

He always felt that Ning Jing would not be a quiet person.

As the Tartars left the capital, the vassal kings also returned to their fiefs, and the capital returned to calm.

The only thing that is lively is that the news about the gods of the emperor has gradually begun to penetrate the hearts of the people.

In June, after a long drought in the capital, it finally rained the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival.

When Lu Qing tried to cut off the colorful rope that Ning Juan had been wearing for a long time and throw it away, Ning Juan refused to do so. His Majesty, the handsome and handsome emperor, hid his hands behind his back like a child, while Lu Qing held the scissors and did not know. It's time to be angry or laugh: "Stretch out your hand, it's not that I won't make it up for you next year."

Ning Juan said displeasedly, "What do superstitious people do, it's just a rope, how can I really pray for Najib?"

"It's just a rope," Lu Qing nodded, "so you stretch out your hand."

"…"

Ning Juan was pulled by Lu Qingze and frowned as he watched the scissors approaching his beloved multicolored rope. Just as he couldn't bear to look at it, someone suddenly came outside in the rain: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report!"

"The first letter is the Mobei emergency report, the Tatars unite with Wa La, and a 100,000 army raids the Mobei defense line."

The first one?

Lu Qingze's movements paused slightly.

The dark guard who came to report was soaked all over, and the water was dripping down. He knelt on the ground and handed over the well-protected urgent report: "The second urgent report is from the southwest."

"The Prince of Shu joined hands with Jiaozhi, it's the other way around!"

Lu Qing's eyelids jumped, and the sharp scissors under his hand made a "click".

The colorful rope snapped and fell silently to the ground.

What he was most worried about happened.

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