I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

She had never thought that a man's chest could be so hard, she suddenly hit her chest and even a little pain, and frowned her eyebrows squeamishly.

The force behind her waist made her waist unable to move, like a mouse in the field pressed by the iron clamp on the mousetrap. She could only put up her elbows and support her upper body to stand up slightly. Looking from top to bottom, sweeping his chin line all the way, he can see his face clearly.

The eyes of the person in the drunken dream are still closed, and there seems to be no sign of awakening.

"Nine..." Jiang Lao hesitated, but didn't wake him up.

Although his face was red with drunkenness, it was not the redness behind his deep drunk and the redness all the way to the base of his neck, but a faint, thin red like a peach blossom.

The light of the candlelight was warm and bright, without the coldness of the sun during the winter day, hitting his face, making his appearance very pleasant.

She leaned closer and looked at it for a while, unconsciously getting closer and closer to this beautiful face, and suddenly said as if she was sighing.

"How can you be born so beautiful?" Looking under the lamp, it seemed that even the scars were not so terrible.

As soon as the mumbled words fell, the strength on his waist was loosened, but his head sank.

The touch of her lips made her close her eyes tightly, her breath blended together, Jiang Lao opened her eyes in astonishment, and her thin face instantly burned and turned red.

She was startled and dumbfounded, and her breath melted into her breath, stiff as wood.

The body shuddered from the cold.

He seemed to be looking at her with his eyes open.

The look is dangerous and aggressive.

Jiang Lao's scalp was numb by this instinct, and she opened her eyes instantly, stretched out her hand to push his chest, and pushed her own body back.

The two separated a little distance.

The mouth fat on her lips was eaten, but the lip color was more rosy than when she applied the mouth fat, bright and red, like well-ripe cherries, and her eyes were wide and round and a little moist.

But as far as she can see, what the person in front of her looks like is still what she looks like now.

He was leaning on the bed, his body remained unchanged, his eyes closed, and his breathing sounded evenly and shallowly.

The hand that embraced her was also steady, resting on her waist.

Except for the real touch remaining on the lips, everything changed to the original appearance.

Jiang Lao raised his fingers and stroked her lower lip, then rubbed her head again. Suddenly, she couldn't detect if a hand was actually pressing her head down.

His body didn't move, but she looked like her

It seems to be posted by myself...

Is it really she posted it herself?

Jiang Lao was taken aback, raised his finger and gently touched his lips.

Although she didn't find it annoying, the turbulent waves in her heart made her open her eyes, and her gaze swept to Rong Ming's face.

His lip color is more rosy than before, it seems that it is because of the color of her mouth fat.

But his brows were frowned, and he looked a little uncomfortable.

The beauty frowned, and it really hurts.

Maybe... She is really the one who is greedy for beauty and eats tofu while others are at risk.

She immediately lifted her finger to wipe the fat from his lips, as if it could pretend that nothing happened.

Wanting to get up from his arms, he raised his waist, but failed to lift his arms, so he turned his head and moved with his hands.

She used a lot of strength, but she didn't move his arm at all.

Jiang Lao curled her eyebrows and paused for a while. She had no other choice but to inhale, trying to **** the air in her belly and make her waist thinner, so that she could get out from under his arm that was holding her tightly.

She inhaled and gradually slumped.

On the contrary, the hand on her waist chased the sinking curve of her lower waist, and it also sank.

Still clinging.

Jiang Lao: "..." The card got tighter.

She really became a mouse in a mousetrap, struggling to get a more difficult situation.

She raised her eyes to see if he was awakened by her series of movements.

Seeing that his expression remained still, she suddenly stopped moving.

It's not the first time I was kissed.

Either his wine is not good, and he becomes a prodigal when he gets drunk, or...she is really bewitched by the beauty of the person in front of her.

Although she didn't want to admit it, when she saw his eyes closed all the time, and the posture that tilted his head slightly and looked a little sleepy, and the posture where she was up and down...

Maybe... it's really her.

He was watched by her without blinking, but he didn't even shake his eyelashes. He really didn't wake up.

I also blamed him for sleeping so heavily after being drunk, and she leaned forward to be frivolous, he didn't even know to push her away.

Jiang Laoyu buried his head down, and put it on his chest to pretend to be dead.

The white cheeks are still flushed, and the skin is a little hot.

Although no one was watching, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

She won't give her father a chance to drink him again in the future, absolutely.

There was a knock on the door.

Seeing Jiang Lao's delay in coming out, Ming Shao cried in tentatively, "Girl?"

Jiang Lao noticed the armpit behind

She seemed to tighten and loosen her shoulders. She lowered her eyelids and thought for a while, and said, "Wait."

He heard a powerful heartbeat in his ears, all of a sudden.

Compared to the kisses that had just merged with each other, this kind of hug made her feel more at ease and warm.

She didn't really want to let go.

Throughout the year, she has always felt scared...especially for those dreams of ruined homes.

Change it when you can't remember those dreams. Once you think of it, you don't dare to close or open your eyes.

Close your eyes, the cry in the dream and the cold light of the sword in front of you, the endless snow on the day the house was ransacked.

I opened my eyes and thought about all kinds of glitzy dreams, for fear that the truth is true in the dream, and the peace and tranquility outside the dream are all vain.

In the past, she was told to find interesting things-watching flowers and fish, and tea and reading notebooks. She found it interesting, but it was always like a huge rock that kept her breathless and made her uneasy.

But now, the huge boulder in the heart moved away.

She was so afraid that she would fall into a situation where she was left alone and dead, but he did not leave her alone.

She used to think he was bad, but now she thinks he is good.

He is just like spring, as long as he is by his side, he is warm.

Her head continued to be buried, holding it like this, and forgot to let it go for a while.

Without noticing it, the person hugging her moved his eyelashes at this moment, his left eye opened a slight line, and then both eyes broke away, and his eyes fell silently on her in his arms.

There was an abnormal flush on his face.

Even if Rong Chen was drunk, he wouldn't let himself be completely drunk.

Jiang Xingzhou's alcohol volume is really not small, he drank a little too much. It was also because Jiang Xingzhou was her father that he gave him a lot of face, and then used his internal force to force out the wine.

From the moment she came in, he was sober.

He looked down. It was the first time he was as close to her as he thought in his heart. Seeing that she was not angry, his eyes became deep and he looked unpredictable.

He thought of her murmur just now.

She seems to like his face very much.

He looked at his fingers on Jiang Lao's slender waist, his finger bones tightened and loosened.

The greed for frantic plunder was finally restrained gently.

He gave her the deepest obsession, the only gentleness, too.

...

After a few days, Jiang Lao entered the palace to see Concubine Yun.

When she came to Shuxiang Palace, Concubine Yun Gui was excusing her illness and dismissed the **** who Emperor Zhaowu had asked her to go to enjoy the flowers.

Said it was unwell, but to Emperor Zhaowu

In those few days, she refused to express her dissatisfaction with her behavior.

A mother was persuading me, "The Lord has come here for three times, and the Lord has not stayed in another Niang Niang Palace for a few days. Isn’t it just trying to make Niang Niang happy? Niang Niang, you always avoid seeing you, don’t give The face of the emperor is really a bit wrong..."

Concubine Yun Gui didn't care, and said casually: "If you don't take advantage of the cold this time, how can this palace have any chance to make a petty temper?"

There is no need to meet Emperor Zhaowu. She is lazy even with makeup, and she has a face full of face, but she is replaced by the enchanting concubine of the Sixth Palace, her eyes are full of amorous feelings, holding her white cat, looking at the palace lady who cuts lanterns, The eyes are full of smiles, much more sincere than the smiles when they saw Emperor Zhaowu.

"In normal days, a little temper is too much, and it can only annoy people. This kind of time is rare when he does something wrong. The mother does not want to persuade, the palace has made up his mind, this time I left the holy for a few days. , He can give more compensation to the Qin family."

Concubine Yun's eyes became cold and clear. She was in the palace wall, but she could not find a word of "profit".

Seeing Jiang Lao came, she stopped talking to the old mother, beckoned, and called Jiang Lao to sit next to her, smiling joyfully, "The trial for Zhang Liuyuan and Chenque will come out soon. These two people, in the end, Can't escape the charge of disrespect."

"It's not a pity for Shenque." Concubine Yun picked up a cut lantern and played with it, and whispered quietly, "That Zhang Liuyuan is hard to see. He can actually learn your father's calligraphy and painting so much like that."

The court lady at the back agreed, "It's ridiculous to learn so much, but to be poor, and to be lured by Yin Liang to make a big mistake."

Jiang Lao said: "That person is a gamble, my father bought his paintings, and the money left is enough for him to eat and wear throughout his life."

"Is there something like this?" Concubine Yun Gui was surprised, "Isn't he... raising a tiger?"

By the end of the year, the Shuxiang Palace was also decorated with lights and festoons. Jiang Lao looked at the red window paper and the snow piled outside, but he didn't feel cold anymore. The colors of red and white were vivid in her eyes. Extremely.

"I just couldn't figure out why. This time my father was almost framed. After knowing that it was Zhang Liuyuan, he himself regretted it."

"What do you regret?"

"He told me that he thought that Zhang Liuyuan was talented at the time. If he only imitated his paintings, he would not do much in the end, which is a pity." Jiang Lao lowered his head, "My father saw him poor, afraid that he was short of money. After imitating his calligraphy and painting, he bought the paintings in Zhang Liuyuan's hands with a lot of money, thinking that if he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, this person might be thinking about his paintings."

"Good intentions made a mistake. Buying a painting with a lot of money helped him and harmed him. He was short-sighted and told him to see the bustling city for a while, so he was lost, but you can't blame your father." Yun Guifei said coldly. "It's his own greed for shortcuts, deep in the quagmire, betraying the talents and abilities that God admires him. He can learn others as much as possible, and his abilities are not low. Why not hone his own real things?"

Jiang Lao let out an "um".

A few days ago, Zhang Liuyuan asked someone to find Jiang Siye to intercede. Jiang Siye did not show up. Instead, he asked Jiang Ping to send the painting he bought to prison and sent it to Zhang Liuyuan.

Zhang Liuyuan knew that the person who bought his painting was Jiang Xingzhou. Looking at the painting whose name was re-inscribed by Jiang Xingzhou, he felt like a slap on his face, crying bitterly.

Cried and said that he took a wrong step.

When I was too poor, I moved crookedly, thinking about the day I became rich and stopped.

But when he really waited until the painting was bought with a lot of money, he fell in love with the taste of making money easily by relying on other people's reputation.

If he studied calligraphy and painting, he would have to wait ten, decades, or even a lifetime before he became famous.

He sank so deeply, digging into Jiang Xingzhou's brushwork, depleting his aura all the way, and never looking back.

Even if it is false, it is only a fake.

Concubine Yun's gaze swept over Jiang Lao's head and changed the style of the bun, which became the style of the girl's bun, and suddenly asked, "Did your father agree?"

This question made Jiang Lao a little confused. Concubine Yun's lips pressed her lips and motioned to her, "Your relationship with the Ninth Prince..."

Jiang Lao understood.

She had expected that her aunt would ask about this, but when she was really asked, she was a little bit ashamed and lowered her head with her eyes down.

Concubine Yun Gui looked at her shyly.

Ming Shao, who had entered the palace with Jiang Lao, spoke first, "Niang, a few days ago, the Fourth Master asked His Royal Highness Jiu to accompany him to drink, so that His Highness Nine stayed overnight."

Concubine Yun Gui understood the hint in the maid’s words and immediately smiled, “It’s not a few days since letting go.”

She moved her gaze to Jiang Lao with satisfaction and watched Jiang Lao's lowered head with a blush on her face. She said, "Oh," she was about to tease the little girl who couldn't wait to get married. Seeing that she was really shy, she changed her words. Bending her eyes slightly, she smiled and said to Jiang Lao: "Every year, my aunt will give you a gift."

Jiang Lao came to Shuxiang Palace today with Eli Lilly.

Concubine Yun Gui had repeatedly begged Emperor Zhaowu about her family affairs. It was not because she was a close relative, so she could take it with ease, and bought some things that Concubine Yun liked but couldn't see in the palace before she came here.

Hearing Concubine Yun’s gift to her, she has always been favored, and when she is used to it, she will not feel that she can’t afford it. She put her hands on her cheeks, looked up at Concubine Yun with moist eyes, and asked curiously, "Auntie, you What do you want to give me?"

The little girl's eyes were filled with joy so that people could not wait to find all the good things in the world for her. Concubine Yun touched her head affectionately, "You will know tomorrow."

The next day, Ning'an Bofu received the imperial decree for marriage.