I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Since Jiang Lao left Beijing, the queen sent eyeliner to follow.

Seeing that Jiang Lao walked all the way to Ruixian, she didn't mean to look back, so she was moved to kill.

She can no longer let Jiang Lao ruin her affairs. Although Rong Ming has died in Huaizhou, there are still too many things.

Not only for the throne of the seventeenth prince, but for her own reputation a hundred years later.

Since the person in charge of Ning'an Bo’s Mansion was changed to Jiang Xingzhou, Ning’an Bo’s House is no longer like the one before, approaching her Xu family and estranged from Qin family. Instead, the relationship with the Qin family has become closer and closer, and the Xu family has nowhere to be seen. The effect, faintly stumbling, the queen did not regret Jiang Lao's life at all.

Since Rong Meng came back from Yecheng, she was obstructed and miscalculated, and she had been depressed for too long.

Although the Huaizhou incident finally went according to her wishes, but instead let Rong Chen earn the merits after his life, even if people die like a lamp, she finally lost a good reputation when she thought of the people who gave her so much hardship. This feat exchange was an opportunity she personally created for him. Emperor Zhaowu came to her these days and often mentioned Rong Chen. His expression looked sad and pleased. She didn't want to say good things about Rong Chen, but he had to agree... …

The source of all this is Jiang Lao.

Without her, Rong Chen would have died in Yecheng a long time ago, how could he steal so many years of time and get so much praise?

Since the little girl doesn't know how high the world is, she always stops her way, and she should pay a little price.

Queen Jiahe raised his fingers, and looked at the confidant court lady on one side. The confidant court lady heard her question and watched the movements of Queen Jiahe. She stepped forward and put the cloth on the table away and bowed to the queen. In the ear, whispered softly, "It's a coincidence that the lady asked."

"He Zhizhou's letter just arrived at the country's father-in-law, and the country's father-in-law asked me to inform the mother-in-law, and the mother-in-law asked.”

The maid approached the queen, "The Qiliu Town Inn caught fire. I heard that many people had died. The county magistrate was so busy that she wrote letters to He Zhizhou to move rescuers."

"The prefect of Ruixian County, Zuo Junyuan." Empress Jiahe said the name of Zuozhixian again, and her fingers circled the incense-burning Ruiju incense burner. Putting on this kind of incense, so that the emperor knows how much she likes it, the queen looked at the scented incense burner with a smile in her eyes, but with regret in her tone, "The name Zuo Junyuan, I heard from my father. A few times, I was a man with lofty ideals, but unfortunately I didn’t know how to work around. My father tried to win him a few times before, but he couldn’t do anything about it. This person is really ignorant of admiration. Find some time and go out of the palace behind the person who bought him. , To bring a word to my father in the palace."

The maid listened respectfully, and the queen said: "After this case is so serious, Jiang Xingzhou loves his only daughter so much, he must be investigated to the end. At that time, the crime will be thrown on Zuo Junyuan by some means, saying that he is ineffective. Waiting for Jiang Xingzhou to make trouble. It's so terrible. When the county magistrate must be held accountable, he asks his father to help Zuo Junyuan and leave him a way out."

The corner of the queen's lips tickled, and she said confidently: "Zuo Zhixian is so honest and upright, and he will certainly be a gracious temperament. We will help him in the snow, and he will definitely want to repay."

She slowly said: "Forget it but lose my father's wish to use Zuozhi County for his own use."

The maid nodded, chuckled, and praised: "What the lady said is extremely true."

...

Left House.

Mrs. Zuo hugged Zuo Jixuan.

Zuo Jixuan repeatedly stretched her small hand into the entrance. Mrs. Zuo took it back and said a few words. Finally, when she saw that Zuo Jixuan never changed and stopped training, she asked the maid to find a clean baby to come over to Zuo Ji. Xuan bit.

As soon as Zuo Zhixian returned to the mansion, Mrs. Zuo held the child and found him, "He Zhizhou has always been in disagreement with you in politics. Relying on how high the officials are, do you suppress you and insult you less often? Why do you want to help this time? Does he do things?"

She was full of anger and annoyance, and the magistrate hid back and forth again and again, "Didn't the madam always want to see me furiously?"

Mrs. Zuo was stunned, "I asked Miss Jiang to help, did you listen?"

She stomped her feet. "The concubine just feels that with the talent of the official, it is time to move up. It's just a pity, not a dislike. If you are so spineless, you must go to please He Huairong's kind of smashing and sucking for the official position. I took Xuan'er back to my mother's house with the old thing who made the rudder."

Zuo Zhixian laughed helplessly, "You misunderstood."

He summoned a small servant to come over, only to realize that He Zhizhou's letter was sent to the wrong place. It was not delivered to the Yamen, but directly into his mansion.

He Huairong has been at odds with him for many years, this time apart from sending a letter, he also gave a rare gift.

Zuo Zhixian thought of the ones that Rong Zhen had already found out when he was here, and his eyes were cold.

What can be considered a gift today, I am afraid I will bring soldiers tomorrow, saying that he is negligent in governance, sheltering the people, and asking him about his sins.

This ceremony is no different from wine mixed with poison.

He shook his head with a sad expression on his face.

Seeing his expression like this, Mrs. Zuo tightened her brows, "

What I said just now was angry, what's the problem with you? "

The magistrate shook his head, "Since He Zhizhou has sent the letter to the mansion, I will check it out later. As for the gift he sent, Mrs. Trouble took effort and returned a suitable gift. I recently wanted to fight him. Some dealings, but they won’t get along with him as the wife feared."

"Then why do you want to prepare a gift for him?"

"I promised nine..." The county magistrate had a pause and realized that he had almost missed Rong Ming's identity. He paused for a moment and said, "I promised Master Qi something. It is bound to be arranged like this. Madam, don't ask more."

He smiled, and pulled Zuo Jixuan's little hand in Madam Zuo's arms, "Xuan'er, Dad is going to keep things clear."

...

After the confidant maid figured out a way to leave the palace, the queen recalled what the maid had reported to her, and suddenly noticed something.

Many people died in the fire in Ruixian County, but the maid did not clearly say whether Jiang Lao was among them.

Queen Jiahe fingered the smoke from the incense that the emperor gave her, and her expression gradually changed.

Jiang Lao went south and concealed her identity. Empress Jiahe knew this from the beginning.

After she had counted the days, He Zhizhou's letter had already been sent to Xufu, but the eyeliner she arranged by Jiang Lao's side, but at some point, lost the news.

Could it be that the fire also hurt her person?

Queen Jiahe frowned and pinched her fingers to make the final decision. Over the past few years, more and more dead men have disappeared.

The silver snake embroidery pattern on the dead soldier's clothes should be changed.

Finally, Emperor Zhaowu's heart was drawn to her, but he could no longer make him suspicious of her.

Queen Jiahe looked outside, looking for someone who could be trusted, and helped her send a letter to Xu Mansion. When she looked outside, she saw the figure of the Seventeenth Prince appearing in the Fairview Palace.

No matter how trustworthy the maid was, she was no better than her own son. Jiahe Empress laughed and asked the maid to summon the seventeenth prince into the inner hall, and wrote a letter to ask the seventeenth prince to take it out when he left the palace.

She looked at the 17th prince's ruddy complexion. Compared with last year, her face was much darker. She knew everything about the 17th prince, her eyelids lifted, and she looked at the 17th prince, "Recently, why do you like going to the martial arts field so much?" "

The seventeenth prince stood aside, keeping his eyelids down, afraid to touch the gaze of Queen Jiahe, "The day when Fanbang will come to pay tribute is approaching, when their warriors are here, the father must ask us to compete with them again, son The minister didn't want to be disadvantaged."

The queen curled her lips and laughed and patted

He patted the seventeenth prince's arm, "It's great that you can have this kind of mind on your own."

"Where is the tribute envoy?" Jia and the queen looked at the seventeenth prince and felt that he was a little thinner and weaker than the burly and strong warrior of the foreign race.

It may not be the martial arts that may determine the victory or defeat of the martial arts competition.

If the samurai brought by the envoy eats something bad on the way, or something goes wrong when it comes to the competition...the one who wins is her little seventeen.

This is a matter of saving face for Da Zhao. As long as he can win, even if the emperor knows about it by some innocent means, he will definitely understand her.

Those from the foreign races are all rough people who make small movements that they can't see.

During this year, she also tested the tolerance of Emperor Zhaowu to her, and clashed with other imperial concubines several times. Even if it was wrong with her, Emperor Zhaowu always stood by her side, and Jia and Empress became sure for a while. Looking at the seventeenth prince with satisfaction, she did not tell the seventeenth prince of her plan, "If the mother believes you, she will definitely be able to beat those barbarians."

The 17th prince clenched his fist, nodded lightly, and said seriously: "The son will do his best."

He glanced at Jiahe Empress with some hesitation, and asked timidly: "Then, in the past few days, can the children return to the martial arts field more often?"

Queen Jiahe wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to spend this time anymore, but the recent days have been so comfortable that she also indulged the 17th prince, not as harsh as before. There was a smile in her eyes, slightly Nodded and agreed, "Don't delay your studies. If you want to go to the martial arts field, go."

The seventeenth prince laughed, glanced at the gloomy eyes, and said loudly: "The son and the minister thanked the mother."

Jia and the Queen looked at his back as he walked out.

Over the past few years, the stature of the Seventeenth Prince has become much taller.

It's the age to go out of the palace.

After the division of the government, it is to discuss marriage.

Regardless of whether it is the mansion after the division of the government, or whether it is a marriage, her son deserves the best.

...

Three days later, the Fanbang envoy came to the capital.

As in previous years, Emperor Zhaowu gave a palace banquet. The envoy heard that something happened to Rong Chen in Huaizhou. He knew that he could not mention Rong Chen’s name in front of Emperor Zhaowu. Emperor Zhaowu thought of Rong Chen, fearing the bad news, and even dared not mention it again.

Seeing that the envoys had not recommended the samurai for a long time, Empress Jiahe took the initiative to snuggle up to Emperor Zhaowu after drinking for three rounds, and said softly, "Why didn't you see the samurai?"

The envoy was not far away. Hearing the words of Empress Jiahe, he went to Emperor Jiahe

Take a look behind.

Emperor Zhaowu followed the instructions of Empress Jiahe and asked the envoy when the warrior would come out. The envoy respectfully said: "Adanu is waiting outside. If your majesty wants to see him, the minister will call him up."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded.

The envoy gave several instructions to the entourage around him, asking the entourage to call the warrior.

And he put down the wine glass in his hand, and the wine glass was swaying slightly in the water, reflecting his dissatisfaction.

He saw the excitement in the expressions of Jiahe Empress when he just mentioned the samurai.

The impression that the empress of this great empress gave him is that he has always been exquisite and has never made people feel uncomfortable. Today, why did he raise a wine glass and pretend to be drinking, and actually glanced at the emperor and empress again, and felt that there was too much on the emperor and empress. Some recklessness, not as calm and serious as before.

This kind of thought can't get rid of it.

When the samurai entered, the queen Jia and the queen glanced at the maid beside her. The maid received her wink and left quietly.

Queen Jiahe smiled faintly, leaning in the ears of Emperor Zhaowu, and whispered: "The concubine knows that he always loses in previous years. Your majesty is kind and never angry, but in my heart I definitely hope that Da Zhao will win. Now Yuan'er is suffering. After practicing martial arts, I have grown a lot, and may be able to earn face for your majesty."

Emperor Zhaowu smiled lightly, patted the queen's hand lightly, as if agreeing, but didn't answer anything.

Jia and Queen waited for the other princes to lose face first, and then called the seventeenth prince out.

The venue was changed to Qingyuan Terrace.

The venue is wide and the wind is strong. After arriving here, Emperor Zhaowu adjusted the collar corners for the empress.

The queen's eyes were soft and grateful. When Emperor Zhaowu turned around, she curled the corners of her lips and patrolled the figure of Concubine Yun Gui.

In the warrior contest, the high-ranking imperial concubines can come to Qingyuantai to observe the ceremony.

But she handed it out with a triumphant look, but couldn't find Concubine Yun Gui.

The queen pressed her lips and asked Emperor Zhaowu, "Sister Yun loves lively, why didn't she see her?"

Could it be that Qin Yun smashed the emperor before she did it? I was left out and put in confinement.

When Jiahe Queen thought about this possibility, she secretly laughed.

Emperor Zhaowu’s voice came over with the sound of the wind, "The imperial concubine treats her niece as a caring pet. The scene where the Fanbang warrior competes with the prince of the dynasty once a year is really rare. Concubine Yun’s niece today When she returns to Beijing, she wants to take her over to see, and when she gets someone, she will come over."

Empress Jiahe changed a gentle expression on her face, listening to Emperor Zhaowu's words, her heart was shocked, her lips trembling as if she couldn't stretch her lips in shock.

Qin Yun's niece... how many?

Isn't it... dead...?

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe, his eyes still faint.

The queen's voice trembled, "What the emperor said, but the fourth girl Jiang from Ning'an Bo Mansion?"