MTL - Raising Wolves-v2 Chapter 15

Another rain fell, quenching the dullness of the past few days, and the whole capital was shrouded in the misty rain.

The raindrops were dripping on the eaves, the air was filled with the smell of damp mud, and there was hardly anyone on the street.

The summer in the capital came very early this year, and the concierge yawned, thinking that no one should come at this time, so I went back to the house and wanted to take a nap.

As soon as he lay down, there was a knock on the door, and there were three unhurried knocks.

The doorman was full of irritability, and had to get up again to open the door. As soon as he opened it, his eyes suddenly darkened.

There was a slender boy standing outside the door, and the person beside him stood on tiptoe holding an umbrella for him, followed by several guards with knives around his waist.

In such a heavy rain, even holding an umbrella would be somewhat embarrassing, but the young man did not see any embarrassment at all.

That is Zhang Ji's handsome face, with thin lips with graceful lines pursed tightly, Qing Jun's eyes are dark and indifferent, and his temperament is cold and noble.

Seeing that face clearly, the porter's legs softened: "Your Majesty..."

"Neglect of duty, expelled from Lu Mansion."

The young man didn't give him a single glance, left a sentence, took the umbrella of the person next to him, and strode directly into the mansion. When he met other servants in the mansion, he just waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to make a sound, and walked through the Moon Gate with ease. With the hanging flower door, we entered the inner courtyard.

Walking all the way to the west wing, the boy's footsteps suddenly became lighter and he slowly opened the door.

The rainwater flew out diagonally along the eaves, forming a transparent rain curtain. The people in the house wore a blue robe, and lay lazily under the eaves, forming a landscape ink painting by themselves, holding a book The book, his eyes glued to it, there was a plate of grapes beside him, his cold white fingers twisted the grapes, and after a long time of tossing and pinching, he brought them to his mouth and sucked the sweet and sour grape juice.

When I heard the door open, I didn't care: "Leave lunch first, I'm not hungry."

Ning was tired and laughed.

He walked over silently, bent down, picked up the person on the ground off guard, leaned into his ear and called, "Huixue."

As expected, it didn't scare anyone.

Suddenly being picked up by someone's waist, Lu Qing just paused for a while, and didn't breathe for a while. He even put another grape in his mouth and raised his eyebrows: "Little bastard, dare to call the teacher directly?"

Lu Qing has no elders, and when he was crowned, he was still named by Feng Ge Lao for him.

Ning Juan's gait was steady, and he placed Lu Qingze on the Luohan bed under the window. Without answering, he asked, "It's cold on the ground, so Chen Xiaodao let you lie down like this?"

The tone was a little cold.

Lu Qing wanted to spit off the grape skins before speaking, but Ning Yan stretched out his hand and motioned for him to spit into his hands.

His Majesty the noble emperor didn't seem to feel anything at all, his eyes were even bright, like a puppy wagging its tail.

Lu Qingze: "..."

You don't have to be so filial.

Lu Qingze and Ning Juan stood at a stalemate for a moment, then chose to chew and swallow, and raised his chin: "The mat is laid."

Ning Wan's face was still tense.

In the past few years, he has tried every means to take care of Lu Qingze's body carefully, using rare tonics, soups and medicinals, supplemented by medicinal diets, and he can be considered to be a little better, not as weak as before.

But it is still like a delicate and fragile paper lantern, which will be destroyed by the wind and rain.

Ning Juan rubbed up to Lu Qingze and sat down, with his chin on his shoulder affectionately: "If the teacher feels hot, I will ask Changshun to bring more ice."

The teenager is not as small as he was when he was a child, and he can get into his arms and be hugged round and round.

In the past few years, Ning Guoguo has grown gratifyingly and is already as tall as him.

I am afraid that in a few years, Lu Qing will have to look up at him.

Little bean, growing so fast.

Lu Qing was quite emotional, and glanced at him: "How old are you, I'm not ashamed to be so attached to me."

He said so, but he didn't push it away.

Now it is the fifth year of Sheng Yuan, and he has watched with his own eyes that the child who was so thin at the time has grown into such a handsome and handsome boy step by step.

Lonely in a different world, with a heart like duckweed, Lu Qing almost regarded Ning Juan as half a son and half a younger brother.

The cub was clingy, but instead he gave birth to a sense of achievement in raising the cub.

Of course Ning Juan didn't feel ashamed, lowered his eyelids, and hugged Lu Qingze into his arms again.

The slightly cool plum fragrance mixed with the bitter medicinal smell brushed across the nose, a very familiar and reassuring breath.

Ning Juan was buried in Lu Qingze's shoulders, sniffing lightly with enjoyment, his eyes showed a deep entanglement, and he almost wanted to hold Lu Qingze to sleep when he fell asleep, but a wink came from outside: "Sir, I listen. Your Majesty said that your Majesty is coming down, will you bring the lunch here, or will you move to the dining room?"

Chen Xiaodao popped out half of his head from behind the screen. Although he was used to seeing how clingy Ning Juan was, his scalp was still a little numb when he saw the young emperor almost holding Lu Qingze in his arms.

Lu Qing thought for a while: "Send it here."

Chen Xiaodao thought that His Majesty is really like a little daughter-in-law... As soon as the idea came to him, he suddenly caught sight of Ning Juan who raised his head silently.

Those eyes were dark and deep, as cold as frost and snow.

At the moment when the sights collided, Chen Xiaodao shuddered, quickly retracted his gaze, and slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Lu Qing didn't notice the abnormality, and patted Ning Juan's head casually: "Why did you come here today?"

Ning Juan raised his head resentfully: "Teacher refuses to enter the palace to see me, I can only come out to see you, and I'm still disgusted by the teacher like this..."

There was a look of grievance on that handsome face, and even the eyelashes began to be wet, making people feel guilty when they saw it.

The older the little brat is, the better at acting like a spoiled child.

Lu Qing's head was big for a while: "Who dislikes you, I don't come to the palace every three days to give you a lecture."

In the past few years, he has kept a low profile, and his body is really unable to support him. He has taken a leisurely job to cultivate, and most of the time can be spent with the children.

Ning Juan is dissatisfied: "But I want to meet the teacher every day."

"You don't think you're tired of panicking, but I do." Lu Qing flicked his forehead lazily, "Get up, let's eat."

How could Ning Juan hear this, staring at Lu Qingze's back angrily.

After sitting on the spot for a while, he found that Lu Qing had no intention of turning back to coax him, so he picked up his broken heart and leaned up tearfully.

It's been very sultry recently, and the kitchen is all about refreshing and delicious food. The chef in Lu's house is a famous chef who Ning Juan sent Zheng Yao to dig from different restaurants. He is very good at making herbal meals.

The two sat facing the case, but Lu Qing didn't insist on eating or sleeping: "I haven't said anything yet, but I suddenly ran over. What, what happened in the palace?"

Mentioning this, Ning Juan's face darkened a little, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Elder Xu Ge finished teaching me today, urging me to choose the next position as soon as possible, so he has a granddaughter of the right age in his family. The words are written on the face."

After a pause, he looked at Lu Qingze, his voice lowered, "Will the teacher urge me?"

Ning Juan's seventeen-year-old birthday was approaching, and the emperors of all dynasties were married at the age of sixteen at the latest, so the ministers were pressing hard.

Lu Qing was full of disapproval, and said decisively: "No."

The corner of Ning Juan's mouth curved, and the brisk smile just popped out of his eyes, when Lu Qing added solemnly: "You are still young, your growth and development are incomplete, and we will talk about it in a few years."

In modern times, Ning Juan is still a little kid in the second year of high school.

Others, Lu Qing, can't control it, but his students, he really can't accept getting married and having children so early.

Or a child.

Ning Lan: "…"

What is underdevelopment?

He is totally fine!

Last night...he had a dream.

It was an extremely sticky, humid, chaotic dream.

The face of the person in the dream was blurred. He only remembered that the person was very white, and that he was very good-looking lying on the bed. The strange taste penetrated from the body to the soul. Even thinking about it, his ears still get hot.

But Ning Juan was too embarrassed to tell Lu Qing about this kind of thing.

Lu Qing is like a fairy under the moon, gentle but sparse, incompatible with the mundane world, sitting in the middle, calmly watching the red dust, but not stained by dust.

Those unspeakable things will be ashamed when placed in front of him.

Especially after the incident with Ning Cong, the king of Shu, it seems that mentioning it is a kind of blasphemy to Lu Qingze.

Ning Juan swallowed his words, and his eyes fell on the collar of the person opposite.

Probably because it was too hot, the collar was pulled loose, revealing the snow-white slender neck, the Adam's apple was clear, and it rolled up and down with the swallowing motion.

Unreasonable people can't take their eyes off.

Ning Juan's ears were hot, and suddenly he didn't dare to look any further, he lowered his head and ate the rice in his mouth.

All the changes in the youth fell into Lu Qingze's eyes, he touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Is his child so innocent?

It's just a question of development, which actually made his face blushed.

Could it be that the reason why the tyrant in the original book is not close to women is not because he is too emotional, but because he is too shy?

Tsk tsk, it turned out to be a pure love tyrant.

It was none of his business, so Lu Qing happily served Ning Juan: "Come on, eat more."

After eating, Lu Qing wanted to ask Ning Juan to go to the study together and check his homework. Ning Juan stood up and suddenly frowned and made a "hiss" sound.

Lu Qingze paused: "What's wrong?"

Ning Juan looked at his knee and whispered, "It hurts."

In fact, it didn't hurt much. When he and Zheng Yao were learning to ride and shoot, they wouldn't wrinkle their brows when they fell off the horse.

But in front of Lu Qingze, it must be very painful.

Lu Qing squatted down and rubbed his knees: "It hurts to grow, didn't you call an imperial doctor to give you more pressure last time?"

Ning Juan showed disgust: "I don't want them to touch me."

This kid, the bigger it gets, the more awkward it gets.

Lu Qing sighed and pointed to the Luohan couch: "Go up and sit."

After speaking, he got up and walked to the door.

Chen Xiaodao should have gone to dinner. There were several tall servants standing outside. When he saw Lu Qing, he came out, bowed his head and asked respectfully, "What is your order?"

Because of Schrodinger's injury on Lu Qingze's face, the other servants of Lu's house were only active in the outer courtyard. Except for Chen Xiaodao, there were only a few people sent by Ning Juan in the inner courtyard.

These people are extraordinarily strong and neat in their work, and 80% of them are specially allocated from the guards.

Lu Qing said politely, "please help me get a basin of hot water and two more handkerchiefs."

Ning Juan was sitting obediently on the couch, with his head sticking out, trying to go around the screen to see what Lu Qingze was doing. Seeing him come back with a basin of hot water, just as he was about to speak, he saw Lu Qingze's blushing upper and lower lips. Touch: "Pants are off."

The young emperor's pupils trembled, he held on to the edge of his trousers, his lips trembled: "Old, teacher?"

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows: "If you don't take it off, is it possible that I want to help you take it off? I'm not very gentle."

As he said that, he reached out to touch his bottoms, only to notice that the bottoms of his clothes were a little wet, and it was estimated that it was splashed when he came in a hurry in the rain.

Lu Qing was afraid that he might catch a cold, so he turned around and went out again, instructing the people outside to get some clean clothes and cook some **** soup and bring it to him.

Ning Juan's ears were red to the point of dripping blood, he hesitated again and again, and silently took off his pants while Lu Qingze was going out.

Lu Qing walked back again, half-kneeled and lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his two slender and powerful calves, he patted and praised: "Good practice."

Ning Juan was tense all over, and tightened the little quilt on the couch: "…"

Lu Qing stopped until he reached his knees.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, twisted two hot handkerchiefs, and covered Ninglan's legs.

The heat dissipated the coolness, as if it had penetrated into the bones along with the skin, and then into the blood vessels, all the way to the heart, and the whole body was warm.

Ning Juan's tumultuous heart finally settled down, staring blankly at Lu Qing's drooping beautiful eyebrows.

The familiar thin white fingers fell, and through the veil, he massaged the painful area for him: "I don't want the imperial doctor to touch you, so I will let Changshun rub it for you from time to time, it will be much more comfortable."

After a long while without hearing the answer, Lu Qing raised his eyes with a gentle amber in his eyes: "What are you doing, stupid?"

Ning was quiet and said softly, "Teacher, you are so kind to me."

Lu Qing hummed and laughed: "Nonsense."

Saying that, he lifted the handkerchief that had gradually lost his enthusiasm, and pressed his hand directly on the boy's leg.

The slightly cool fingertips touched the skin, but Ning Wan felt that the hands were extremely hot, causing him to shrink back in a conditioned reflex.

Lu Qing held his leg and wondered, "Why, I'm too strong?"

Ning Jian didn't know what was wrong with him, his heart pounded again, and he looked away in a panic: "No, no."

The author has something to say:

Ning Guoguo: My development is really complete. As we all know, the [ ] of male high school students is harder than diamonds!

Lu Qingze: ?