MTL - Raising Wolves-v2 Chapter 30

This sounds really...a bit of a wording problem.

Lu Qing remembered in a trance that in the daytime, Ning Juan seemed to have said that at night he wanted to see what happened to his legs, and immediately felt uncomfortable: "Didn't you say it's okay, no need."

As soon as the voice fell, the refreshing and cold breath belonging to the young man approached.

Ning Juan leaned down slightly, his dark eyebrows drooped, he held Lu Qingze's knee, and through the soft white shirt, he seemed to be able to feel the delicate touch of the skin, he paused for a while, and rubbed it gently. a bit.

The inside of the knee was black and blue, and he was caught off guard by the sore spot. Lu Qing subconsciously pinched his leg and put Ning Juan's hand between his knees, frowning: "What are you doing?"

This body is extraordinarily squeamish. It's fine when it's busy. When the mind relaxes a little, the tiredness and pain will never end.

Lu Qing didn't notice that his tone was a little soft, with a sense of complaining, which was completely different from the cold and gentle in the past.

Some are like the state when he wakes up every morning. His spirit slowly wakes up, but his body hasn't reacted yet, so there will be some different reactions from before.

For Ning Juan, it was really interesting to see this side of Lu Qingze.

"Teacher's walking posture is not right today." Ning Juan didn't know why, his throat was a little thirsty, he didn't withdraw his hand, and let Lu Qing hold it, his voice lowered, his tone was coaxing, "Let me see Look."

The atmosphere froze for a while.

The candlelight shook for a while, and the sharp and handsome eyebrows and eyes of the young man were outlined in the boundary between light and dark.

There was a rustling light rain outside again, which was particularly clear in the dead night, against the backdrop of the silence inside the house, which could be heard.

Ningyan's heartbeat and breathing were a little short.

Lu Qing is very aware of this little brat's stubborn temper.

If he didn't show it, Ning Juan could spend time with him until dawn, take off his pants to check while he was asleep.

Thinking about that scene, Lu Qing choked for a while, and finally let go of his knees resignedly.

He sat on the bed, rubbed back, and took the initiative to lift his hem, exposing his slender and slender legs.

There was not much friction on the calf on the horse's back, there was no trace, and it was as flawless as white jade.

Lu Qing thought about perfunctory things like this, and blinked his long eyelashes: "See? That's alright."

Ning Juan was still standing in front of him without moving, his eyes fell on his calf, his eyes were like thick ink: "Push up."

"…"

It's hard to deal with.

Lu Qing hesitated for a while, then continued to push up.

Wu Qing's knee that was touched on the inside was exposed, and Ning Juan's voice was a little cold: "Continue."

The sight that fell on his leg seemed to be substantial, causing Lu Qing to suddenly feel a bit of an unspeakable sense of shame.

In front of the student, he lifted up his skirt a little bit to show him his legs, although it was to check the injury, but the picture was too...

wrong!

Lu Qing felt that he was confused.

What is he doing so gruffly, Ning Juan is a man, and he is also a man, let's see what's wrong with his legs, he's not naked to show him.

Lu Qing was so sleepy that he just wanted to go to sleep after dealing with Ning Tien, so he pulled his hem to the top, exposing his thighs.

His inner thighs were just horrible.

The skin at the base of the legs was already delicate, and it was also where Lu Qing was a little fleshy. Under the dim light, the fair skin had a slightly lustrous sensuality. It was supposed to be like beautiful jade, but it was repeatedly beaten on the horse's back. Friction, abruptly grinded to the point of breaking the skin, a large area of ​​red sha, which was mixed with blue and red, formed a sharp contrast with the fair skin, which was extremely eye-catching.

Ning Juan's breathing stagnated, and his Adam's apple rolled hard.

He should have felt distressed, but he didn't know why... A few inexplicable, unexplainable tyrannical impulses suddenly appeared in his heart.

Lu Qing saw that his face was tense, and he was probably angry when he saw his injury, so his tone softened: "It's just a small scratch, it'll be fine in two days, it's not a big deal."

The familiar Qingyue voice fell into his ears, as if in a dream, Ning Juan suddenly came back to his senses, and his face became even more ugly.

What was he looking at just now, what was going through his mind?

He didn't dare to think about it any longer. Before Lu Qingze continued to speak, he felt guilty and cut off Lu Qingze's words: "Why isn't it a big deal?"

When Lu Qing was just scrubbing, he was speechless when he saw his wounds. Thinking about his "skinned and thick skin" before, he was a little bit unreasonable. It was so embarrassing that I couldn't help but sidestep: "I see, I'll just turn around and apply some medicine, it's getting late, you go back and rest..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

The young emperor's face was as frosty as snow, and he half-kneeled in front of him without making a sound, and took out a box of medicine from his arms, looking like he was going to rub the medicine for him.

Lu Qing was stunned for a moment: "Little brat, you have a plan? I'll do it myself, just leave the medicine."

Ning Juan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, his face was still cold, obviously still angry, he put one hand on his knee, and coldly spit out two words: "Sit down."

The attitude is completely different from the past, full of unquestionable strong indifference.

If it was Ning Guoguo who usually acted coquettishly in front of him, then the one in front of him was Ning Juan, the emperor of Daqi.

Lu Qing was dumbfounded for a while.

The height of the canopy bed was a little high, Ning Juan was half-kneeling on the ground, while Lu Qing looked down at him a little, this feeling was quite... wonderful.

But the dominance was firmly in the hands of Ning Juan, who was kneeling down.

Lu Qing was a little tormented.

I don't know when this little brat's presence became so strong, like a sharp-edged sword, or a fierce beast that was just about to move, the posture of showing his legs made him a little uneasy.

This has nothing to do with the identities of the two parties, it is simply a sense of self-protection born after being dangerously invaded into the privacy territory.

Ning Juan didn't seem to notice how weird the picture was. With a serious look, he dipped a little white ointment on his fingers and carefully applied the medicine to the dark blue skin on the inside of Lu Qingze's knee.

The upper layer of the ointment texture is cool and cool, and it is very comfortable.

Then the inner thighs.

Ning Juan held Lu Qingze's knee in one hand and spread his legs apart. Although he stared at Lu Qingze's wound, he looked like he wanted to kill, but he moved very gently, for fear that he would hurt him if he moved a little harder.

Lu Qing didn't feel the pain, but felt a bit of a long, tortured itch, like being gently rubbed by the tip of a feather. Come by yourself."

Ning Juan still ignored him, his movements were still light and very cautious, so that people who didn't know would think he was repairing some precious porcelain antiques.

After carefully rubbing the medicine on Lu Qingze, the anger in Ning Wan's heart hadn't disappeared, and the fire was so big that he didn't know where to put it.

He stared at the snow-white slender thighs that were close at hand, and a vicious thought suddenly came up.

Before going through it in my mind, my body has already moved first—

He lowered his head and blew on the side of Lu Qingze's leg that felt cool after applying the ointment.

Originally, Liang Sisi's skin was blown like this, but Lu Qing's body trembled, and the goose bumps made him blow out.

He raised his foot in a conditioned reflex, and his fair bare feet just kicked on Ning Wan's chest. He couldn't bear to scold: "Little bastard, it's endless, right!"

Ning Jian didn't realize what he had done, and was kicked.

When the breath was blown out, the unpleasantness that was stuck in his chest seemed to be blown out along with it. The cold expression on the boy's face disappeared, and Lu Qing was kicked in the heart. Instead of feeling angry, he felt soft and soft. Soft, heartbeat is still two points faster.

The teacher's strength is very small.

It doesn't look like she's losing her temper at all, but rather acting like a spoiled child.

Ning Juan couldn't help holding Lu Qingze's ankle, so thin that he could wrap it around with one hand, the skin was as delicate and smooth as jade, he squinted his eyes and rubbed it secretly.

"I just don't like the teacher's injury and hide it from me." He didn't let go of Lu Qingze's ankle or stood up. Meat and bones, got a cheap and well-behaved puppy, "If the teacher is angry, he will kick me again."

Lu Qingze: "..."

When did the little boy develop such a masochistic hobby?

This position is really ambiguous, with bare legs, Lu Qing calmed down and wanted to retract his feet, but the disparity in strength was too great for him to retract.

He didn't dare to exert force, for fear of causing Ning Juan to fall.

What's wrong with this?

Lu Qing was very upset. He choked with anger, coughed a few times, and said angrily: "You still don't let go? If you know, you are worried about the teacher. If you don't know, you think you are teasing the teacher."

After coughing, his voice was a little hoarse.

Ning Juan's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and for a moment, his heart was overwhelmed with tingling sensations that could not be suppressed.

Only then did he realize that whether he was applying medicine to Lu Qingze, blowing air at his legs, or holding on to his ankles, they all had a natural sensuality.

At that moment, a vague and burning thought came out of my mind... that's all.

That's all.

Immediately, a second thought arose, overshadowing the fleeting thought: would Lu Qing feel disgusted like Ning Cong?

He was just... What was Xiao thinking?

Ning Juan stiffened for a moment, and suddenly felt a little panic, and immediately let go of Lu Qingze's feet and stood up.

He squatted for too long and stood up suddenly, his eyes suddenly darkened.

With Ning Juan's physical foundation, in fact, this wouldn't have much impact, but in a flash, he blinked, a thought flew through his mind, he didn't control his body, and let his body sway and move forward. fall down.

Lu Qing was still full of anger, but when he saw Ning Juan's face suddenly pale, he quickly got up to catch him: "Slow down, what's the hurry!"

The corners of Ning Juan's mouth tickled silently, leaning on him like a coward, arching his head into his neck, greedily inhaling the familiar light plum fragrance: "Teacher, can I sleep with you?"

Lu Qing smiled: "Of course not."

Ning Juan rubbed him twice aggrievedly.

The soft hair was rubbing against his neck, warm, but Lu Qing was unmoved, and indifferently pressed his **** against the furry head.

After two failures of acting like a spoiled child, Ning Wan fell silent for a while, and decided to divert Lu Qingze's attention first: "Pan Jingmin was unexpectedly stubborn, and Zheng Yao ordered the trial all night, but he didn't speak."

Lu Qing was really distracted: "It seems that he is very confident in where he hides the evidence."

"In other words, he is very confident in Wei Herong." Ning Juan's eyes flashed a faint mockery.

Although Ning Juan was the emperor, he was not as good as Wei Herong in terms of deterrence.

Pan Jingmin was afraid of being retaliated by Wei Herong, and believed that Wei Herong would protect him. All his confidence and fear in Wei Herong far exceeded the fear of the emperor standing in front of him.

Lu Qing saw the thin and sharp coldness in Ning Juan's eyes, and patted him on the shoulder: "This time we are fighting Wei Herong head-on, so we don't have to rush for a while, we have to be careful."

Ning Juan looked at him deeply, and nodded: "Recently, I have been busy with a lot of things, and I still need a lot of help from the teacher. It's getting late, let's rest first."

Lu Qing looked at him with his hands in his arms, a smile on the corner of his mouth, not being fooled: "Well, you helped me turn off the lights when you went out."

"…"

It seems that tonight is a fool's errand.

Ning Juan was deeply regretful, sighed, and saw him lying on the bed, he couldn't help but cried out pitifully: "Teacher..."

Lu Qing closed his eyes, waved his hand as if chasing mosquitoes, turned over and retracted into the thin blanket, and after a while, there was an even breathing sound, and the silhouette was rather thin and ruthless.

Ning Lan: "…"

Ning Juan reluctantly turned around and extinguished the candle, walked out of the wing with a heavy heart, and carefully closed the door.

The rain outside had been raining for a while, and now it has stopped. The water color blurred the ground, and the dark guard who followed him remained motionless in the darkness. When he saw Ning Juan come out, he was stunned for a moment.

Ning Juan glanced at him: "What?"

The dark guard whispered: "My subordinates thought that you would sleep with Lord Lu."

…Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

His Majesty the Emperor, who had just been kicked out of the room, was expressionless, passed the blind guard, and strode towards the study.

The next day, when Lu Qing woke up, it was already the hour.

After driving on the water for half a month, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he came directly to Jiangyou. He hadn't been able to lie down on the bed for more than ten days. He was so tired that he overslept without paying attention.

Lu Qing was groggy, forced himself to get up, washed up, put on a mask and went out.

As expected, there were several secret guards outside the door, guarding the small courtyard strictly.

Seeing Lu Qing come out, a dark guard with a scar on his face bowed: "Master Lu is awake, can you have breakfast?"

Strictly speaking, it was already lunch.

Seeing that it was for two people, Lu Qing did not rush to move his chopsticks.

As soon as the two arrived yesterday, they ordered the construction of a resettlement center. His Majesty the Emperor came in person, and no one dared to be lazy. The first batch of patient resettlement centers were completed in the morning, and patients have already begun to be admitted.

When the sky was dawn, Ning Juan personally inspected the resettlement house and the porridge-making site, and went to the river bank to see it. After reckoning that it was time to return, he went to change his clothes before coming to Lu Qingze's wing. When he saw him, his mood changed. Okay, three points: "Why didn't the teacher use it first? How was the rest?"

Lu Qing looked at him: "It's alright, it's just that I always dreamed that a ghost was blowing cool wind at me."

Last night, I don't know why I was so fascinated, Ning Juan's ears were red, and he was silent.

"What's going on outside?" Lu Qing blocked the person so much that he couldn't speak, so he hummed and picked up the chopsticks slowly.

Ning Juan cleansed his hands and sat down: "The prefectures have built resettlement shelters, and today they will start serving porridge. According to the teacher's method, yesterday they sent people to pretend to be victims of disasters and spread the news. Today, there are indeed a lot of victims who are hiding in hiding. They ate porridge, and some of the infected patients went to the resettlement under persuasion.”

Water control has also been put on the agenda. The officials before Pan Jingmin have done a good job in repairing water conservancy and laid a good foundation. The local officials also have a lot of experience in water control. Combined with Lu Qingze's plan, the flood receding is just around the corner.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction.

Next, just find a cure for the epidemic and pry open Pan Jingmin's mouth.

Lu Qing happily ate two more mouthfuls of food, but before he could swallow it, Commander Zheng came to ask to see him.

Ning Juan didn't like being served by someone since he was a child, and he didn't like being disturbed when he was eating with Lu Qingze, and his cool and light eyes fell on Zheng Yao.

As soon as Zheng Yao heard that His Majesty was back, he came directly to ask to see him. He felt Ning Juan's eyes and couldn't help his scalp tingling. He didn't know how to make His Majesty unhappy.

Could it be that those grandsons are still secretly hiding the gold?

Ning Juan retracted his eyes and said coldly, "Has the result of the interrogation of Pan Jingmin come out?"

Zheng Yao suddenly became weak and his voice was small: "Not yet."

Ning Juan said indifferently, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, so I said it out loud."

Zheng Yao's eyelids jumped down, he simply closed his eyes, and said loudly, "Not yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Juan slammed the chopsticks in his hand against the table, and said coldly, "I've given you a day and night without finding anything, and you still have the face to shout so loudly?"

Didn't you make me loud?

Zheng Yao couldn't tell the bitterness, and he became more and more suspicious that the group of grandchildren under his hand had caused him trouble. His head was lowered, but his eyes were raised desperately, and he squeezed Lu Qing's eyes for help.

Naturally, these small movements could not escape Ning Tien's eyes, and His Majesty's voice became even colder: "Envoy Zheng, who are you looking at?"

Lu Qingze: "..."

Zheng Yao: "..."

The corners of Zheng Yao's eyes twitched, and he suddenly realized that it was a more serious culpability than "not finding the outcome of the trial" for the emperor.