I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Jinxing's round eyes flashed suddenly, and said, "Princess Xiang suffered a hardship, it was a few years ago."

At that time, he had just entered the Bailu Academy.

When the weather is hot, Sister A can't pretend to be ugly and dressed as a man. She specifically told him to help stare at the boys who are not four or six in the college, and don't let them trouble Rong Ming.

He remembered what A sister looked like at the time, nervous. He was too young at that time and was fooled. He really thought that Rong Ming had been bullied in the college.

Thinking back now again, I am afraid that Rong Chen was only cheated on the face, and he had already started to stir the situation behind his back.

If he guessed right, Rong Chen had already identified his sister before he graduated from the academy.

Most people in the world are bluffers, and there are few who can restrain themselves.

This person, let A sister misunderstand that he is weak and can be deceived, and did not explain.

However, this is in the category that he can tolerate, and he is only annoyed by it.

If the separation between Princess Xiang and King Xiang was really his handwriting, he wouldn't know if A sister Cha Xiang Princess checked it for so long.

Jiang Jinxing was angry in his heart, with no expression on his face, with a hippy smile, and even seemed to be a joke.

He knew how much he should say.

He stopped talking about other people's husbands and wives.

A sister can guess the best, so she went to Rong Ming and asked her clearly.

If she can't guess it... he has already hinted it once, and it is considered to say hello to her in advance.

If she herself didn't realize that she was wronged, he, the younger brother, would have to roll up his sleeves and find a place for her to come back.

Otherwise, the person surnamed Rong really thinks that his Jiang family are all idiots.

Jiang Lao did not answer.

She listened to Jiang Jinxing's words into her heart, but she didn't show any expressions of surprise.

Instead, he took the teapot in Ming Shao's hand and filled Jiang Jinxing's cup with tea, "Where is so much gossip, you can't stop your mouth when you drink tea."

A sister is deliberately avoiding his questioning.

But looking at this reaction, what he wants her to know, she should understand.

"I can't keep my mouth shut, I'm talking about important things." Jiang Jinxing became satisfied, leaning back lazily, with Erlang's legs tilted up, "I can be 80 to 90% sure of what I just said. "

He finished his tea and got up with satisfaction.

"Go, don't send it."

...

The curtain was lifted up and put down again.

Outside the curtain, the snow began to fall, and the sky was gloomy.

Inside the curtain, Jiang Lao put down the purple clay pot he was holding, his eyebrows drooping slightly.

Different from the expression Jiang Jinxing had just changed when she was there, there was a lot of deep thought in her eyes.

His eyes were focused, as if he was looking at a pierced tea tray with a purple clay teapot, and as if he was fascinated, immersed in his own world, thoughtful.

There was thick snow in the courtyard, and clear sunlight came in through the window lattices, shining on these cups.

The purple clay pot that Jiang Lao put back on the tea tray is in the center of the tea tray.

There are two cups on the side, and these three objects are even connected to form a very straight line.

Jiang Lao looked at it, and suddenly smiled slightly. With such a loose and casual temperament, she has been living with Rong Chen, who is too clean and tidy, for a long time, and she has also learned the other side's style invisibly.

Just thinking of the words Jiang Jinxing had just said, the smile on her face gradually faded.

The tea is getting colder on the table.

My mind is like a ball of thread that can't be solved, the more I think about it, the more chaotic.

...

official residence.

Not a moment.

Liao Qiubai was anxious to find Rong Chen, walked through the corridor, blowing wind in his sleeves.

Rong Ming was leaning against the Bogu shelf, flipping through the bamboo slips, and Liao Qiubai stepped forward, straight to the point, "I will be here after hearing the news. Is it true that Young Master Jiang caught the second girl of Shen Mansion?"

When Rong Jian nodded, Liao Qiubai repeatedly said "Curiously."

"what happened?"

Rong Ming threw the bamboo slips into Liao Qiubai's hands, "Look."

Liao Qiubai opened the bamboo slips and read: "Wei Wenhan, a person from Shansui County, Qingzhou Prefecture..."

He closed the bamboo slips and handed them back to Rong Chen, "Who is Wei Wenhan?"

"The maid at Shen's mansion is similar to Shen Wanying's figure."

"It was her who killed her life in the sea of ​​fire." Liao Qiubai suddenly realized, "So, the second girl Shen has been living as that maid all these years?"

He lowered his head and thought, "Mrs. Shen also died in the fire that year. Could it be that she also borrowed her identity as someone else..."

Rong Ming shook his head, Liao Qiubai showed an unbelievable expression, "The fire was only the work of the second girl Shen?"

He was so startled that he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he spoke after a while, still in disbelief, "She just wanted to be more comfortable, killing several lives, and even her own mother was buried in the flames..."

Liao Qiubai's heart was chilling, "So greedy and fearful of death and cruel and cruel..."

He didn't judge anything, but said: "This time, she is afraid that she can't escape the death penalty."

Rong Zhu closed the official document in his hand.

"

The capital crime is still a bit lighter. "

...

Not a second moment.

The sky is still translucent.

The prison was gloomy, as if it was already night.

Shen Xiuying hugged her knees, her body curled up, in the clammy cell.

She looked at everything around her with hollow eyes and despair, and her body trembled tremblingly.

There must be something wrong.

In the previous life, the soul-attracting lamp was clearly stolen by her and reached her hand.

It was late at night, shaking her hands, hiding in the corner of the corridor, she took out the lamp from her arms, and burned her hair into the wick, trying to steal a blessing or two to protect herself.

As soon as the hair touched the flame, it was scorched a little, and she was rushed to seal her throat with a sword.

She thought that she could not steal the chance of being blessed, and even regretted her act of stealing the light.

But when she opened her eyes again, she was convinced that the soul-attracting lamp and the blessing it brought were given to her.

Thirty years of life, three years of light-keeping period, what a profound blessing. In her life, she should have everything.

However, she lived to the end of her life, even worse than her previous life. The previous life blamed her for her greed and she had a short-lived end. In this life... she has nothing, and she may not live the age of the previous life.

Shen Xianying, who hugged her body in the corner, shuddered from the cold, her heart was cold.

She has always had an obsession in her heart.

She is a person who is blessed by the soul lamp, can everything go smoothly, and can turn bad luck into good fortune.

If she hadn't believed so firmly, she wouldn't dare to return to the capital that could be recognized at any time.

But all the things she experienced over the years were connected, and she couldn't believe it anymore.

She fled as a maid, and escaped far away, thinking that with her talent and beauty, she could marry a small sesame official, and no matter how bad she was, she could marry a wealthy family. I never thought that the men I met over the years were all bewildered by lard, I just wanted to kiss her, and didn't want to marry her as the wife of the Ming matchmaker.

Without the identity of the second girl from the Shen family, how could she get through so easily?

But she didn't dare to tell others that she was the second girl from the Shen family from Beijing. Otherwise, being exiled to Ningguta, murdering, arson, and deceiving the emperor is only a crime, none of which is what she wants to suffer.

Jiang Lao is married to King Qi, and she has lived so much better in this life than in the previous life...

If she doesn't want to face it, she has to admit it.

She stole the lamp, but failed to steal the blessings.

He changed it to protect what he really wanted to protect

people.

But, who exactly is King Qi?

Shen Xiuying was puzzled and regretted why she hadn't questioned Jiang Lao when she entered Beijing.

She knew that she must be living better than her. As long as she didn't ask, she could deceive herself and others, assuming that Jiang Lao had a terrible life.

Shen Xianying looked down at her thin wrists and chapped skin, and then thought of the delicate hand that she saw in front of the porridge booth, she was mad with jealousy, almost crying.

There were a few footsteps outside the room where she was held.

"His Royal Highness, this is it."

The jailer's voice was pleasing and flattering, turning the key and opening the door to the cell.

Various noises penetrated into Shen Xianying's ears, causing her to lift her head suddenly and straighten her body.

As soon as she heard it, she knew that a big man was coming outside.

She breathed slightly and became nervous.

Even if she didn't know who came, she quickly tidied her messy hair and wiped the gray from her face, with a little hope in her eyes.

Maybe, maybe it's her father's deceased.