I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Thinking like this, Huai Qing couldn't help taking a step back.

Jiang Lao saw his hesitation and hesitation from his retreating steps.

Her smile disappeared, and she looked at Huaiqing with a slight frown, "Do you think I can't do it well?"

Huai Qing shook his head quickly, "It's just the beginning of spring, but the cold weather is too cold."

"Especially the well in this inn. The water that came up was so cold that it pierced people's bones. If the girl gets sick, the slave can't bear the blame." He sweated on his head and said nonsense. Just want to get rid of Jiang Lao's thoughts of helping Rong Zhao wash this shirt.

Although His Royal Highness Nine has few clothes, he has to disguise his identity along the way. At any rate, there are more than a dozen people. Why did Jiang Lao look at this one?

"Girl, wait for you later..."

Jiang Lao heard his explanation, but smiled, "You have always been a careful mind."

If it hadn't been for Huaiqing's clean heart, hard work, and flexible mind, she wouldn't have left him there.

Huaiqing thought that Jiang Lao was willing to let him go, holding his clothes, turned around in a hurry, and immediately walked to the backyard.

But Jiang Lao who walked around in front of him stopped him, "Hey, don't leave."

Jiang Lao looked at Huaiqing's face even more ugly, and saw that Huaiqing was in exchange for not wanting her to touch her clothes.

Just now Huaiqing said that the water was cold, as if it was just an excuse, but he thought she didn't know how to wash clothes.

Jiang Lao didn’t feel annoyed. Her hands had never been cleansed. It’s normal for Huaiqing to look at her this way. It’s just because she wanted this coat, she didn’t give it to her. Her brows couldn’t bear it. She fumbled and said, "Worry about the cold, I asked the maid to boil some hot water. It won't freeze. Even if it's really sick, it's not your fault."

Huaiqing watched Jiang Lao frown, misunderstanding that Jiang Lao was angry, and felt a little flustered, "Girl...you..."

It’s a sin for the Nine His Royal Highnesses to fail to do the things well. It’s a sin to make Jiang Lao unhappy. He couldn’t help loosening his tight fingers. Ming Shao took the opportunity to take the clothes from Huaiqing. Coming over, he smiled and said to him: "The father-in-law is too cautious. Even if the girl doesn't know how to do it, we girls will always do it. Don't worry."

Huai Qing sighed, and didn't mean to take it back.

His expression changed and fell into Jiang Lao's eyes.

Even though Ming Shao took the clothes, she was still looking at Huaiqing's expression. Seeing that he was willing, she smiled and took the clothes over, "Thank you, father-in-law."

Huaiqing curled his eyebrows, looked at the backs of Jiang Lao and Ming Shao walking away together, and put his hands in his sleeves anxiously.

At this point, he couldn't think of any excuses for a while. He just hoped that Jiang Lao would be simpler. Don't contact Rong Ming and the two people on Changqian Street because of this shirt. Together.

But just thinking about it this way, his brows wrung deeper, and suddenly he thought of the petite figure who was able to run outside the study soberly after drinking the medicine on Xueye the previous year, vaguely feeling that Jiang Lao was not that easy to deceive.

He felt a little regretful that he came out at the wrong time, so he turned his head and went to discuss the way with Wu Que.

...

Jiang Lao took Rong Ming's shirt, but he didn't immediately go to the well to wash it.

She hugged the outer shirt in her arms, and went back to the inn room first, and asked Ming Shao to call a ruler, and wanted to measure the waist, shoulders, and sleeves of the outer shirt.

She knew too little about him.

Want to know but become more and more.

Jiang Lao walked to the inn room more and more briskly.

Ming Shao went to find the ruler. Jiang Lao was alone in the inn room. She closed the wooden door, opened her clothes, and spread it out on the table. She first measured the width of her shoulders with her hands. She has small hands, but his shoulders are really wide. She didn't finish measuring a few times. She put her hand on her shoulder and measured it. Suddenly she understood why she didn't feel oppressed when she looked at him from a distance. The feeling is so deep.

Jiang Lao held his cheeks and sighed.

She slept on the coat, smelled the smell of his body that was stained with the fabric, and suddenly thought, otherwise, she would leave the coat for a few more days.

You can sleep well by holding him to sleep at night, maybe even holding his clothes.

Jiang Lao suddenly raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, frowning and slowly straightening up.

There is something wrong with the smell on his clothes.

It's not as clear and good-smelling as it used to be, and it seems to be mixed with some other flavor.

Jiang Lao frowned, and Ming Shao returned with a ruler. She measured the size of her clothes. Jiang Lao looked aside, her gaze gradually swept towards the bottom of her clothes.

There are dots and dots, much darker than other places.

Even the black clothes can be seen as darker.

Jiang Lao squatted down and got a little closer, and he could see that the embroidery thread on the placket was covered by the dark color.

She sat back, dangling her feet, wanting to take a look at the soles of her embroidered shoes.

Ming Shao looked back at her and chuckled, "Girl, what are you thinking about?"

"The hem of this shirt is so dirty, I'm worried it's me..." Jiang Lao shook

Suddenly, she dropped her feet back again. She blushed. Ming Shao didn't know about the fact that Rong Yu came back last night. She didn't know about it. She didn't have the skin to talk to her close maid and she coughed twice. "It's nothing, it's just that my feet are numb."

She was worried whether the soles of her shoes were too dirty, so she kicked the mud up when she was carried on her back last night.

However, if the ash of the shoe sole rubs against the clothes, it will not dye the embroidery thread on the clothes thoroughly.

After Ming Shao measured the size, put the ruler away, Jiang Lao wrote down the sizes one by one on the paper, and went to the well to get water and wash clothes.

The water coming up from the well is not as cold as Huaiqing said, but it may be warm enough because the weather in early spring is not warm enough. The water feels warm.

Jiang Lao dunked her clothes in the water in a decent manner. Her movements surprised Ming Shao, "Girl, you don't really want to do it yourself, do you?"

Jiang Lao looked up at Ming Shao with no magazines in his eyes, "When I was talking to Huaiqing, you were next to me."

Ming Shao became anxious, "The slave girl thought you just wanted His Royal Highness Nine to know that you helped him do the laundry, but this kind of work should be handed over to the maid, even if she is not in Jinling at the moment, and there is no girl who specializes in dressing. But isn't the slave maid changing here? You just let the slave do it."

Jiang Lao's hands were already dipped in water, and he shook his head gently, "I'll be the one."

She doesn't know how to embroider and doesn't go into the kitchen. There are probably only a few things she can do by herself.

When Ming Shao couldn't persuade Jiang Lao, she watched from the side. She wanted to wait until Jiang Lao was tired and shouted no, so she would take his place.

She was next to Jiang Lao, "Girl, why do you suddenly want to do this for His Royal Highness Nine?"

"I just want to do something that an ordinary girl would do."

Jiang Lao's answer was serious, but instead made Ming Shao laugh, "Listening to the girl's tone, why does it seem like you have done unusual things?"

Jiang Lao didn't answer.

In my mind, it's more than unusual.

And not serious.

She had never seen a second girl who was so uncontrollable like her.

She bit her lower lip, soaked the coat in her arms into the tub, and was about to put the saponaria in it, watching the faint color in the water, and the movement stopped there.

Ming Shao exclaimed, "Is it blood?"

Jiang Lao stared blankly at the blood stains in the basin, "No wonder I smelled the smell of blood when I was measuring the size."

She keenly recalled Huaiqing's sigh and several times when he was hesitant to speak, and whispered: "He seemed to be hiding something from me."

Ming Shao Fan Chasing

Asked, "Who?"

"Huaiqing."

"Girl." As if Cao Cao arrived, Huaiqing walked past the moon gate in the backyard and hurried to Jiang Lao's side, followed by Wu Que.

Jiang Lao caught a glimpse of him coming, and slowly stood up. She held her hands and her expression was displeased, "It happened that you came, and I want to ask you something."

Huai Qing felt a little bit in his heart, thinking that it was awful.

Jiang Lao asked in a deep voice, "Your Nine Highness, who fell down the cliff and injured his leg that time, didn't it feel good at all?"

Huai Qing was taken aback for a moment.

Jiang Lao, yesterday's clothes were black, but today's clothes are also black. Even if it is stained with blood, it makes people unclear. Is it possible to hide something?

Jiang Lao pointed to the tub next to him, his voice trembling, "Look, how much blood has fallen from this shirt? He is so injured, I changed him to carry him on his back, and kept him all night. , Didn't let him sleep well, how could this be?"

She blamed herself and was wronged, anxious, she said everything in her heart, and she was silent for a while, and everyone looked at her.

Jiang Lao watched Huaiqing stunned and said nothing, and became more anxious, "You tell me quickly, is his injury changed?"

Huai Qing regained his senses, and looked to the side to hide. Jiang Lao looked at his dodging gaze, vaguely feeling that things might be as she had guessed, and walked out of the courtyard without saying anything, going to the county office to find Rong Zhao.

Huai Qing hurriedly chased after him, "Girl, girl, it's not the same thing."

Jiang Lao stopped.

Wu Que stepped forward and said on behalf of Huaiqing: "Girl, we are here to tell you that Huaiqing has a wrong memory."

He pointed to the wooden basin, "This one in your hand is not the one worn by His Royal Highness Nine yesterday. His Royal Highness Nine dressed in disguise all the way. There are several the same. This one is from the time he was injured before. If you wear it, your Royal Highness told Huaiqing to throw it away, because Huaiqing remembered it wrong."

Huaiqing confessed: "This is the negligence of the minion. If the girl wants to be punished, the minion will suffer."

Jiang Lao's eyes were red with anxieties. Hearing what they said, he asked slowly, "Really?"

The two nodded.

Jiang Lao turned his head and glanced at the water in the tub, his fingers curled up in fear, his red eyes deepened a little. With so much blood, how severe the injury was at that time...

Wu Que coughed and glanced at Huaiqing, "The four girls just said that, the minions will never talk outside."

Huaiqing received Wu Que's suggestion, and then said: "The girl can rest assured, Huaiqing will not forget what she said outside, and there will never be any rumors that shouldn't be said about the girl."

Don't talk nonsense, what's worth talking about?

Jiang Lao turned his head and met Ming Shao's surprised eyes. Jiang Lao opened his eyes in a puzzled manner. Ming Shao trembled and asked, "Girl, what you said, you were serious last night..."

last night?

Jiang Lao gradually remembered what he had said just now when he was anxious.

Have pestered him all night,

Did not let him sleep well.

Jiang Lao seemed to have been struck by thunder, and was stunned as if his soul was taken away. He tried to speak several times, but there was no sound in his voice. When she finally came back, she wanted to explain it seriously, but she just swept over it, but she didn’t say anything. A few of them all made a gesture of bowing their heads and silence, making her feel that even if she explained it, she seemed to want to cover it up. .

She clutched her head and slowly squatted to the ground.

It's over.

Her face.