I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao was covered by the shadow of him leaning over and sinking, and looked up at him. He blocked the light from coming from. His gentle face was soaked in the shadows. The clothes were simple and the commoner hairpins were simple. Even so, it was hard to hide his expensiveness. Angrily, but his eyes seemed to fall into a layer of gray, depressed, begging for mercy.

Jiang Lao looked into his eyes, and there was a little girl in his pupils shaking, bewitched, she reached out with a ghostly hand, trying to touch his head.

His gray eyes didn't know which instinct triggered her, which made her feel that she should do it.

Especially Rong Ming smiled when he saw her raising his hand, invisibly it was a kind of encouragement and teasing, so that her hand was put up like this, and the fingertips were about to touch his ink hair, and the maid from the Zuo Palace stepped on it. When he came into the guest house, he said to them, "Ms. Jiang, the son and the wife are back. I invite you two to have a meal in the front hall. Please come with me."

Jiang Luo saw the maid looking at them with a smile, and quickly retracted his hand, coughing to cover up his embarrassment, carrying his hand on his back, and following the maid to the front hall.

Rong Chen was behind her, looking at her little hand behind her back, she was probably shy, her fingertips were a little pink, her fingers curled up and seemed to have nowhere to rest.

He chuckled, and followed with his hands.

The Zuofu mansion is not very spacious. Although the distance from the guest courtyard to the front hall is not far, it takes dozens of steps. Jiang Lao took advantage of this effort and said to him, "I know how you looked when you were a kid."

She had dreamed of him once when he was a child.

During the festival, children are small and withdrawn, hiding at the end of the crowd.

Although since these days, I have never had the dream of predicting the future. But the days when only the front can know the funeral from the dream, every night's dream often indicates something, only that one is not, the dream is the past.

Although she was not sure, she instinctively dreamed of something that happened.

Rong Ming frowned, "You know?"

The only intersection between him and her, but after the lantern would be abducted that year, they stayed together all night to keep warm.

Jiang Lao nodded. She couldn't figure out why he should be more cute than a three-year-old child, but since he wanted to be called cute, just a word, she said yes, to make people happy, she is the best Now, she looked back at Rong Ming, "You were really exquisite and lovely back then."

Rong Ming stopped, his frowning brows still not loosening.

Grabbing her jelly beans, grabbing her hairpin, causing her to cry, can be counted as exquisite and cute with her?

Jiang Lao simply said that the replacement was not enough, and then nodded, with a look that could not be more certain, finally made Rong Zhao unable to bear it, and said suspiciously, "When have you seen me?"

Jiang Lao replied: "I heard about it from my parents."

There was a maid from Zuofu in front, so she naturally wouldn't talk about the dreams she had had.

Rong Chen smiled faintly.

It turned out that he was in trouble.

He had never seen Jiang Xingzhou or Qin Qingshan before.

They went to the front hall and saw the magistrate.

The mansion in Zuozhi County looks very pure and simple inside and outside. He also has a clean and honest style, but his wife is different from him. He is dressed in gorgeous and luxurious clothes, and the jewelry he wears is very valuable at first glance.

During the dinner, the magistrate's wife held Zuo Jixuan, Zuo Jixuan was looking at Jiang Lao, and she also looked at Jiang Lao. The faces of the mother and the child were alike, and the combined eyes made Jiang Lao even want to ignore it.

When he left, Zuo Jixuan watched Jiang Lao leave, as the maids said, his mouth was flat and wanted to cry.

Jiang Lao could see that the child couldn't shed tears. In addition, the magistrate and the magistrate wanted to keep people. In order to coax him, he stayed in Zuofu for a while.

The magistrate held Zuo Jixuan and looked at Jiang Lao, "I'm really sorry, just to make him happy and delay your business, girl."

Zuo Jixuan sat in her arms, looking at Jiang Lao, but he looked happy.

The magistrate covered Zuo Jixuan's ears, and whispered to Jiang Lao: "He used lunch, and soon became sleepy. When the time comes, you will leave the girl."

Jiang Lao smiled, and pulled Zuo Jixuan's hand, "I am here and there is nothing else to do. He is willing to pay attention to me, but I am flattered."

The magistrate smiled and lowered her head to tease the son in her arms. Zuo Jixuan's dissatisfaction was only covered by her mother's ears, and she ran down and looked for Jiang Lao to hold her.

Jiang Lao smiled and hugged him. In the afternoon, she asked Ming Shao to go out and buy a kid’s rattle. It came in handy now, and put it into Zuo Jixuan’s hands. Zuo Jixuan was obsessed with the little child in his hand. As for the thing, the attention to Jiang Lao has been reduced. The magistrate banged on his head and pointed him, "Thank you Miss Jiang, please."

Zuo Jixuan's lower lip was so painful that he raised his head and looked at Jiang Lao, thanking him sternly, "Thank you Miss Jiang."

Jiang Lao looked at Zuo Jixuan’s soft little face again now, and he couldn’t help but remembered Rong Ming’s saying that he was more exquisite and lovely. If she could see him when she was a child, maybe she wanted to hold him in her arms and not let go. of.

But she seemed to be younger then.

The magistrate refused to let Zuo Jixuan

After exhausting Jiang Lao for too long, he quickly hugged Zuo Jixuan back.

Jiang Lao was blank, looking at Mrs. County magistrate, his eyes blinked and his eyelashes flickered, as if he was about to speak.

The magistrate noticed that she was looking at her and raised her eyes slightly. Jiang Lao met her gaze and smiled softly, "The magistrate is so kind to her."

Although it was just a short lunch, she could see that Mrs. Zuo was cheerful and lively, and Zuo Zhixian was just a typical literati. She looked dull and didn't talk much, but she loved his wife very much. .

Her parents are also affectionate, but when she was in Jinling, how could she take the relationship between herself and Rong Ming seriously, and never thought about managing it properly. I think about it now, but her parents are not around. In addition, even if her parents were around, she would be ashamed to ask them about some things. It would be better for someone like Mrs. Zuo, who is destined to have only a few sides, to open up her mind even more when talking.

When Mrs. Zuo heard Jiang Lao say this, she covered her lips and laughed a little proudly, "You only saw him treat me well, but did you see that I treated him well? Just before eating, the dishes I picked up for him are almost taken to him. 'S bowls are full."

"He has a dull and boring temperament. He only has sages and sages in his mind. When he goes back into the book, he doesn't know anything else. But he is not a fairy, but a idiot who falls into the eyes of the book. It is inevitable that this world of food and clothing is unavoidable. Acquaintance, familiar with his temperament, don’t look at me as if I don’t have any grains, I can do it in the kitchen, and I do well in embroidering. His clothes have always been stitched and repaired by me. If I didn’t marry me, where would the world be? Is there a second person who can take him so well?"

Zuo Jixuan, who was in Mrs. Zuo's arms, nodded fiercely, and added, "Daddy, Wood."

Obviously he agrees with Mrs. Zuo's words.

Jiang Lao immediately understood the position of Zuozhixian in the family, and he bent his eyes and smiled deeper.

Mrs. Zuo is a business woman, she praises literature and martial arts, but the status of merchants is low. If you marry a man who is stuck with a worldly perspective, she will definitely not live such a bright and stretched look, even if the Zuo husband’s population says that the prefecture is a fall into the book. The nerd inside, she also heard that this is not the truth, but contains a bit of sweet anger.

It's just that she felt a pain in her heart like being scratched by a cat's paw.

Familiar with his temperament...

She pinched her fingers and wondered how much she knew about Rong Ming, and the more she thought about it, the more empty her head became.

Jiang Lao didn't know what Rong Ming liked, only what he hated.

It doesn't seem right.

She knew from the dream that he was sick of everything.

But he clearly has a dream

It's different.

In the end, she still knew nothing about him.

Not to mention that she traded embroidery and cooking skills that she couldn't get her hands on...

Jiang Lao had a headache holding his head, and the sound of the surrounding rattles gradually disappeared. Zuo Jixuan fell asleep quietly in Mrs. Zuo’s arms. Mrs. Zuo gently handed him into the arms of the maid’s side and asked the maid to take him. After going down, she gently tapped the table.

After a while, a maid came up with a long emerald box. Mrs. Zuo handed the box to Jiang Lao. "This jade Ruyi is a treasure that the concubine has kept for many years. The concubine knows that the girl is from Jinling. Now, the family is rich and wealthy. I am afraid that such gadgets will not be in your eyes. But Xuan'er fell in love with the girl, and the girl has been with him for a long time, which delayed the girl's effort. If you accept this jade, it will be our apologize. "

Mrs. Zuo asked her: "When will you and that son get married?"

Although the magistrate knew that Rong Zhen was the nine prince who went missing after falling off the cliff in Huaizhou, she heard that when the magistrate introduced Rong to his wife, he said that his surname was "Qi", using a pseudonym, and he did not agree with Mrs. Zuo. Saying that she is a girl from Ning'an Bo's House, she knows what to say in front of Mrs. Zuo, and she didn't reveal too much about her, so she said nonsense: "Got the winter."

Mrs. Zuo nodded, "Then I, Yu Ruyi, is a little careful, and I will give you a gift when you get married in the future."

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes and looked at the small box. The jade was in good condition, but it was indeed not as valuable as the ones in her family, or even as valuable as the pendant she was wearing at the moment.

But she smiled, there was no demeanor or dissatisfaction in her eyes, and she said "Madam is paying attention", in exchange for Ming Shao to put away the box.

Compared with Zuo Jixuan, Zuo Fu is the one who makes her feel like a match. Mrs. Zuo’s temperament is one or two points similar to her aunt, but her aunt is not as good as Mrs. Zuo. She is married to the emperor of the Sixth Court of San Gong. Can't get a couple for a lifetime.

Jiang Lao accepted the gift, and before Mrs. Left was about to speak, he untied the pendant on his earlobe, and handed two small pendants with a pure jade body to Mrs. Left. "I saw Madam staring at the pendant on my ear. Look, I guess you like it. I wore this pendant for the first time today. If Madam does not dislike it, I will give you this as a gift in return."

Mrs. Zuo looked down, was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed, "The girl is so careful."

She was born in a merchant and has a jewelry business at home. You can see at a glance how the two small pendants in Jiang Lao's hands are in good condition. They are worthy of her six jadeites. She looks at it, although she likes it, she also knows it is too much. It’s precious, I didn’t plan to ask which shop the pendant was obtained from. She couldn’t go to Jinling, but she didn’t expect that she just secretly turned her mind twice in her heart, but Jiang Lao saw it through and picked up the two. The earrings, touched with love, half a joke and half earnestly said: "I thought that if the girl accepted my jade wishful, my concubine would be able to trouble you for a favor. It's great for you, such a heavy gift. I am embarrassed to ask."

Jiang Lao said "Oh", "If I can help, madam, it's okay."

Mrs. Zuo said: "The girl knows my origin, and the girl who came out of the merchant's house has always been looked down upon. But this is the case. I can't change my personality and add a lot of chaos to my officials. He has been doing this for seven years. The magistrate, I shouldn’t be able to stop here. I always worry that I let him bear too much criticism and delay his career. Your little man... Although I don’t know his identity, I can look at the attitude of the officials to him. I want to come here with a good status, maybe I can help officials."

Jiang Lao listened carefully, but his eyes were clear.

She finds it tricky.

It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I don't want to help.

It was just a matter of fate, she couldn't tell whether Lord Zuo was really as capable as Mrs. Zuo said, but she was almost buried in the fire in an inn in his jurisdiction.

Even though she felt that she had fallen in love with Mrs. Zuo and Zuo Jixuan, she still hesitated in her heart.

For this purpose, it's okay to ask her to give gifts heavier than earrings. But official career power, after all, is not the same as eardrops that can be calculated to be worth a few.

Jiang Lao felt sad. Why did the person who made her feel congenial and said something embarrassing her?

Mrs. Zuo didn’t finish her words, "Don’t take the piece of wishful thinking that I gave you as a bribe. I asked you to help me, not for a shortcut, but just to find out whether it was me who blocked my official career. What else is it for?"

Jiang Lao knew that she had misunderstood, so she lowered her head embarrassedly, but she seemed to be happy, her eyes lightened, and her head nodded, which is considered to have agreed to Mrs. Zuo.

Just inquire about some things, she can help if you are so busy.

Mrs. Zuo asked her, "How many days does Ms. Jiang plan to stay here?"

Jiang Lao said, "May I leave tomorrow."

Mrs. Zuo said with some regret: "If you stay here for a few more days, it will be fine. There is also a person who accompanies me to the jewelry store. I see you are dressed and look good."

"

If I don't leave, I will find time to find my wife. "

Jiang Lao spoke seriously, and Mrs. Zuo didn't take her words as polite. What was Jiang Lao's temperament, she saw one or two when his son pestered her to prevent her from leaving. She was gentle and soft, unwilling to hurt others.

She raised her gaze and looked at the hairpin that Jiang Lao was wearing. Because she knew Jiang Lao's temperament, she spoke very frankly, "Just now, I stared at the girl's hairpin for a long time. Why did the girl only give me the pendant?"

Jiang Lao raised his hand to protect his hairpin, his eyes widened unintentionally.

She naturally knew that Madam Zuo looked at her hairpin for longer, but this hairpin was the one that Rong Ming made for her.

"This hairpin was given to me by someone else."

Jiang Lao's fingertips pressed the hosta hairpin pear blossoms and looked a bit stingy, his face flushed.

She was afraid that Madam Zuo would ask her for the hairpin, which was much easier to refuse than just misunderstanding that Madam Zuo asked her to help her find a way to promote Zuozhixian. She always doesn't care about things outside her body, but this hairpin alone can't do it.

Madam Zuo looked at her like this, smiled faintly, and said to her: "Unfortunately, my official is a real piece of wood, and I don't know how to make a hairpin for me."

Jiang Lao didn't know what words or actions Mrs. Zuo guessed from her who gave the hairpin to her, obviously she didn't mention Rong Chen's name.

She looked up and saw Mrs. Zuo's smiling eyes turned into crescents, looking behind her, just like looking at Zuo Zhixian during lunch, she turned her head back if she felt a sense, and saw Mrs. Zuo and Rong Ming standing under the moon gate.

Rong Ming looked at her with a smile, not knowing how long he watched there.

Jiang Lao slowly lowered his hand, a little impressive, wondering if he saw his petty appearance.

After bidding farewell to the prefect and his wife, Ming Shao arranged the carriage to wait outside the mansion. Jiang Lao waited for the carriage, and just as the curtain was lowered, another person was squeezed into the carriage. She looked at Rong Chen's tall figure. Entering, I changed my mind to see if the behavior of holding my head just now was seen by him, blushing terribly, and pointed to the back, "Ming Shao also prepared a carriage for you."

"In the eyes of others, we are married couples. We will not show any flaws if we ride in the same carriage."

Rong Lu saw Jiang Lao looking at him with a dazed expression, and smiled, "I said it earlier, just pretend to be married here."

"Year, have you forgotten?"

Jiang Lao hadn't forgotten, she just didn't understand from the beginning why he pretended that they were married in front of others.

He insisted on explaining, could it be to conceal his identity?

Such a

Thinking, Jiang Lao figured it out a little bit. At the magistrate who didn't need to conceal his identity, he didn't see him saying that they were married.

She didn't drive him down, and acquiesced to Rong Chen's ride in her carriage. Rong Chen smiled lightly, boarded the carriage, sat down beside her, and said one more thing, "I also come to talk to you about the innkeeper. thing."

Jiang Lao raised his eyes curiously.

Rong Chen didn't say too much, just leaned close to Jiang Lao's ear, and said two words faintly.

"Queen."

There was disgust in Jiang Lao's eyes, "The ghost in the yamen is really the cousin of the drowned boss?"

Rong Lu shook his head, "It's other government officials."

Jiang Lao heard him say this, and knew that he had found out who the inner ghost was, and felt a little relieved. She gritted her teeth and said, "How did the queen reach out here?"

"Youzhou governor."

Jiang Lao understood what he meant. A Xi Zimo with military power is not enough. Youzhou governor is also connected with the Xu family. The seventeenth prince is now only the prince, and Xu Guozhang's power is so terrible, if it is seventeen. When the prince ascends to the throne, what kind of situation does the power of the father-in-law get?

She trembled just thinking about it, her knees suddenly sank, and she looked down, and Rong Ming didn’t know when she put her head on her knees. She tensed, he turned his head, his face reflected in her. In the pupil, "I was tired all night last night, and I couldn't sleep well."

Jiang Lao frowned slightly. She thought it was she who had committed a mess last night, so that he didn't sleep well, and she couldn't bear to push him with her hands. Furthermore, he said that he was leaning on her like this, which made her feel particularly at ease.

Just now I was sitting in the guest house of Zuofu. As soon as he appeared, there would be a lot of maids in the courtyard. Although she was calm, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She knew that if his leg injury was healed, it would definitely be a phoenix and it would be eye-catching. But I didn't expect this to be eye-catching, and it actually attracted the attention of other little girls.

When I think about it, I feel a little annoyed.

Jiang Lao lowered her eyes, covering her shallow anxiety. The weight of her knees made her bend her lips, and the anxiety in her eyes suddenly disappeared.

In the eyes of others, she will be the only wife he is marrying in the future.

She lowered her eyes to look at his side face with closed eyes, quiet and well-behaved, such a beautiful face, even if it wasn't for coaxing people, she wanted to admit that he must have been born exquisite and cute when he was a child.

She dropped her gaze and saw the miscellaneous scars on the back of his neck with scattered ink and hair.

When he was a kid...

Jiang Lao suddenly realized something.

Since the father-in-law and the queen have always regarded him as a thorn in the flesh, how did he survive...

She couldn't help but stretched her finger over the scars. He was so beautiful, and those ugly centipede-like scars shouldn't have appeared on him.

But if the injury he suffered when he was a child, it has been so long, I am afraid that even those scar medicines have failed.

Jiang Lao's fingertips just touched the scar that extended to the back of his ear, and he rubbed it along the line of the scar, his finger bones rubbed against his ear, and his wrist suddenly chilled.

Rong Wei shook her hand and slowly got up, his deep gaze locked on her body, his big palm slowly pressed down, keeping her little hand pressed against the wall of the carriage.

Jiang Lao's eyes were clear, and he shook his eyes and glanced at him.

She had seen his look at this moment, the time she chased him out of Yecheng and hid in his carriage.

She blinked with trembling eyelashes, and her breathing suddenly changed.

But she shook her eyelashes and bit her lip. It was not unwilling. She closed her eyes, her white face was slightly tilted up, her cherry-red lips were moisturized, and she was obedient and slaughtered.

But she didn't wait for what she thought happened.

Instead, she heard his faint smile. She wanted to open her eyes, but he covered her eyes. Jiang Lao was itchy in his ears by his low laughter. She gradually realized that she was wrong, her cheeks. A piece of red, grabbing his hand, saw him kneeling in front of her and laughing, as if mocking her to make a mistake.

She was so annoyed that she would be wrong, and she wanted to excuse herself. He bowed his head and kissed all her explanations.

The sudden kiss shocked Jiang Lao and grabbed her hands up, grabbing his shirt. His face immediately flushed with a hum, so Rong Ming raised his hand and grabbed her waist and buckled her tightly on the wall. The force on her lips became stronger again.

After a long time, he kissed the tip of her nose and put his head on her shoulder. His voice became much lower than before, adding an ambiguous dumbness.

"Just like me like that" his hand was protecting her head, and he smiled lightly in her ear with such an unusually sultry voice and asked, "Do you make a hairpin?"

"Ms. Zuo wants it or doesn't give it?"

He was laughing all the time, with Qinliang fingers pinched on Jiang Lao's thin red earlobes, her cocooned fingertips, and her body was trembling, "Do you want a pendant every year?"