I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

"But I didn't think about it before, Master Liao actually figured out how many concubine rooms would he have when he changed his fiancée?"

Jiang Lao frowned slightly, "Then I am not worth it for some of the daughters of Master Shu."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, the small moles under his eyes were covered by shadows, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

He thought of Jiang Lao’s words and understood something. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, his eyes brighter, as if sunlight penetrated the gap between the leaves, hitting a pool of cold water in the forest, bright and beautiful. .

He was in a good mood, and easily changed Liao Qiubai's innocence, "Liao Qiubai is just a bit stubborn in words."

Jiang Lao felt better, she was still curious about the marriage between Liao Qiubai and Shu girl, "Then he and Miss Shu Jia..."

Rong Ming shook his head lightly, indicating that he didn't know.

Jiang Lao was a little disappointed. The other girl stopped him talking in the street regardless of her face. The marriage did not change. Liao Qiubai was mostly unintentional to her. Even if Jiang Lao didn't recognize the girl from the Shu family, he still had a little regret.

"If there are officials' family members who need me to come and go, remember to let me know in advance."

While she was talking, she habitually tapped her fingers on the table, almost exactly the same as her small movements when she was doing a small abacus. Under her slightly drooping eyelids, her eyes were full of unobtrusive thoughts and small calculations.

She knew that what she could help him was nothing more than trivial things. Whether she could win over talented people with lofty ideals for his use depends on his ability, and she went to manage the relationship with the wives of those people. , But just icing on the cake.

It's just the icing on the cake, and it has to be added well.

She knocked on the table, her sleeves slid down, revealing a section of her wrist.

Rong Chen suddenly got up, and hugged Jiang Lao into the house.

Jiang Lao was so frightened that he clasped his neck tightly, and after a few bumps, he was put down.

The drapery on Babu's bed caught the eye, and Jiang Lao felt alert and immediately sat up to his feet.

She sat up with her legs crossed, stretched out her hand quite presciently, and grasped the skirt of her chest, with a serious tone of 800, she said to the person next to the bed: "In the daytime, you can't mess around."

Rong Zhao turned his back to her, rummaged in the drawer, took out a small porcelain bottle, and walked back to Jiang Lao.

He took a condescending look at Jiang Lao, looked at her guarded look, squatted down, shook his eyes level with her, shook the white porcelain bottle in his hand, and said, "Help you with medicine."

He has a faint voice

With a little smile, Jiang Lao just wanted to bury his head in the pillow. After embarrassing for a long time, he slowly curled his fingers away from his collar.

How can she think so much...

It's all because Hu Li looked at the red mark on her wrist today and said that he didn't know the severity. She always thought about it, and misunderstood him again.

Rong Lu grabbed Jiang Lao's wrist. The little girl's wrist was thin, so white in the dim light, and the marks he had pinched were also particularly obvious.

After applying the medicine, he stopped his finger on her wrist and rubbed it a few times. Although he felt a little guilty under his eyes, he was more satisfied.

These traces were all left by him. He just thought of this, his breathing became a little heavy, his fingers moved up, and Jiang Lao suddenly grasped.

Jiang Lao obediently asked Rong Chen to apply the medicine to her, but she kept staring at her, watching his eyes gradually become evil, and the alarm bell in her heart again, and quickly took his hand, even though he promised that she would not She was fooling around in the day, but he always had a way to hook her and say she wanted it first. Jiang Nao was afraid of his provocation and his weakness, so he grabbed Rong Ming's hand and said, "No more."

Rong Ming's fingers were grasped by her warm little hands, and the movements paused for a while. He raised his eyes to look at her, "Can't other places get medicine too?"

Jiang Lao blushed and couldn't say anything. When she thought of where there was a mark on her body, she panicked and didn't speak, but she shook her head with a firm attitude.

Rong Ming retracted his hand and put the porcelain bottle back into the drawer.

He returned to the bed, took off his boots and lay on the bed, wrapped Jiang Lao in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Jiang Lao's hair, and his body gradually relaxed.

He just closed his eyes, but his mood was more stable than those nights when he fell asleep alone.

No matter who he saw, his mind was filled with calculations and precautions, and he could only put it aside for a short time in front of her. He wholeheartedly held the little girl in his arms, and his eyes were much calmer.

Jiang Lao was held by him, listening to his heartbeat, she knew the answer in her heart and would not ask him about taking concubine, but there was something that had always puzzled her, but the sentence Hu Li asked was hooked on. Heart.

——He doesn't let others touch, so why can she do it from the beginning?

Jiang Lao wanted to know what was going on. He cleared his throat and asked, "Have we met before I was 13 years old?"

Rong Ming's body was slightly tight, and his voice was slightly muted, without even looking at her looking up into his eyes, and said, "No."

Jiang Lao frowned slightly, completely wondering if

Tell me what is going on here.

I only thought that he had such a problem as a weird temper, but when I looked at it now, my heart was extremely at ease. Jiang Lao stretched out his hand to play with Rong Ming's hair, and just looked at his face, and there was joy in his eyes.

The beauty is indeed a beauty. Even if he does nothing, it is pleasing enough. She sighed, "I thought, we met each other when we were young."

The speaker had no intention of the listener's heart, and Rong Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Lao's gaze unintentionally scanned the scar on the back of his neck, and his movements suddenly stopped. Looking at it, the corners of her eyes were a little red. Following Cai's words, she whispered, "When was this injury?" "

This scar is a long one, with the shape left after being beaten by the thorns. At first glance, it is the wound left by the punishment.

"When I was young, I was punished."

He briefed a few words and said no more.

He didn't want to mention those experiences in childhood.

The queen said that he was stubborn and stubborn. She always looked like he was humiliated when she knew it, and was angry for him, but he knew that he was so.

The food must be stolen and robbed in order to be able to eat. If you want to read the books you want to learn, you must also steal from the library in order to gain knowledge.

He also wanted to act in accordance with the moral principles of Confucianism, but if that were the case, he would not survive.

Rolled out of the gutter, covered in dirty mud, it will not be cleaned in this lifetime. She doesn't need to know, she just needs to know that he is the bright and clean appearance she likes now.

Jiang Lao curled up her fingers in distress, and stretched out her hand to touch him. At night, when she hugged him, she could always touch the unevenness of his sweaty back, but she had never seen it in the daytime. , Was about to open his clothes and have a look. The maid who went to the dining room to fetch the bird's nest came back and saw that there was no one in the yard, and knocked gently on the door of the inner room.

Jiang Lao retracted his fingers quickly, and Rong Ming got up to open the door. Jiang Lao glanced at him, his eyes condensed, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pressed him back on the couch.

Although her movement was interrupted by the maid, she unbuttoned the top button of his collar instead.

The chest is slightly naked and the temples are messy. This model sample is okay, but with his face, it is a little unclear...he is like this, she doesn't want others to see it.

Jiang Lao himself picked up the bird's nest soup from the maid. The bird's nest soup was filled with longan and steaming. Jiang Lao gently stirred with a spoon, recalling the sudden and mixed wound in the knife mark on his shoulder, other injuries. She could recognize it from a knife wound or a scar from a thorn whipping, but that one didn’t work. There were two short red bruises on his shoulder side by side. They were very eye-catching. Jiang Lao couldn’t change it in the end. Suppressing his curiosity, he glanced at Rong Ming again, pointed to the wound on his shoulder and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"You bit it."

Jiang Lao was taken aback for a moment.

With this blank look on her face, Rong Meng's eyes slowly gave rise to a slightly undetectable smile, and his tone was still calm, not hurried, "I'm about to faint every year, I don't remember the truth. It's normal."

Jiang Lao: "..."

She knows when it is!

She shouldn't ask!

Jiang Lao's fingers tightened while holding the soup spoon, the blush on his cheeks almost dyed both ears, and there was an urge to buckle the soup bowl in his hand.

It happened to see that his tone was light and light, and his expression was light and light. There was no joke or ambiguity in his tone. He was only answering the question she had just asked. Jiang Laokong was so red that he felt that he had been molested and there was no basis for it. I couldn't find a reason to settle with him at all, and he gave a soft "Oh" and couldn't say anything, but the hand holding the spoon was stiff and forgot other actions.

Rong Chen accepts as soon as he sees it, and doesn't dare to tease her too hard.

He used to hate sweets and sweetness, but after Jiang Lao handed over the bird's nest soup, he obediently drank the whole bowl.

...

study.

The eyeliner sent by the 17th prince stood by the wall, bowed his head for training.

The seventeenth prince was full of sorrow. Hearing the news that the eyeliner had just returned to him, he could hardly control the anger in his heart, his eyes were gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice, "I can't find a chance to approach them once?"

Although the scenery of Raogu Mountain is beautiful, it is sparsely populated. Coupled with the newly-married Rongzheng, it must be neglected and the time and place are favorable. This is the easiest opportunity to succeed recently. .

The eyeliner who came back lowered his head and answered honestly: "There is no chance to get close at all."

The 17th prince stood up abruptly and kicked him, "Useless things."

The eyeliner knelt down and argued for himself: "His Royal Highness is guarded tightly around him. I am afraid that the flies can't fly over. The humble duty has already figured out a way. I really can't find a chance to get close to him."

The 17th prince held his hand behind him, and gradually squeezed into a fist.

He suddenly sneered, "If the empress is eager for his life and drives him to Huaizhou, how can he be complacent like this. Ingrateful."

The military power and power in Rong Ming's hand were given away by his mother's queen.

Thinking of this, the 17th prince's face became ugly, especially unacceptable.

It has been two days since Rong Lu returned from Raogu Mountain, and within half a month, he will return to the court.

If he knocked him down before he returned to the court, grandpa's training of dead soldiers would be completely hidden from him.

Otherwise, everything will become tricky when Rong Ming is reinstated.

"Go and stare around his mansion. If there is any trouble, come back and report it immediately."

Before Rong Chen returned to the court, he had to think of a way to deal with him.