I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

But Jiang Lao didn't want the piece of meat he picked up.

She hurried back with the tip of his chopsticks, and clamped the meat from her bowl into his bowl. She glanced at her and no one noticed her, using a very small voice, almost as if she was talking about lips. Saying the same way: "I don't eat."

"I am too fat."

"..."

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes and glanced at her fake belly, then raised his hand to touch it.

She firmly remembered that Jiang Youfu was a sick, slightly fat little mute.

The scene is very deep and the expression is serious.

Rong Ming's dark eyes were constricted, and seeing that she was really serious, he was a little cute, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

A few tables apart, Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan couldn’t swallow the food on the table. One of them looked at Rong Ming in the same direction and sneered: “The death and disability caused us to have no good food for a few days. So happy."

Another person said: "If it weren't for visiting him, the father-in-law would not advocate letting the academy take the lead in frugality."

"What a bad broom star, looking for an opportunity, in exchange for teaching him the rules in the academy."

...

Jiang Lao usually uses a lot of delicacies from the sea and the mountains. He occasionally eats happily with thick tea and light rice. The small bowl quickly hit the bottom.

But if he eats this every day, let alone whether he is born greasy, at least it is not good for his leg injury recovery.

She put the used bowls and chopsticks aside, facing Rong Ming, she wanted to ask.

Rong Chen had already finished eating, and looked at her silently.

Jiang Lao raised his eyes to speak, but he opened his lips and said, "Why are you so careless?"

Rong Ming raised his finger, nodded the corner of his lips, and motioned to Jiang Lao, "It's covered with rice grains."

If Jiang Lao were her usual, she would have to be ashamed of the rice grains on her mouth, it would be really unsightly.

But today she is Jiang Youfu

Not only was he not ashamed, he rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to wipe off the grain of rice.

But nothing stuck on the back of the hand.

She rubbed it twice and nothing happened.

Asking for help cast his eyes on Rong Chen.

Where?

Rong Ming pressed the corners of his lips slightly, seemingly helpless, and stretched out his hand.

His fingertips touched her cheek, with a layer of calluses on his fingertips, and the joints were slender and clear. When he rubbed it, Jiang Lao's cheeks tucked back.

Jiang Lao's face reflected in his pupils had nothing else but the makeup that covered her true appearance.

But when he put his hand down.

The cocooned fingertips really touched

With a grain of rice, "It's this."

Jiang Lao didn't know how she had eaten the rice grains to the corners of her lips. She obviously sips very slowly, but the evidence is stuck there, and she has to admit it.

He lowered his head and realized later that his cheeks were a little blushing, but fortunately, the face was covered with thick makeup, and the face was not visible.

Rong Ming looked down at his fingertips.

The finger bones were visibly trembling and tight when they touched her cheek.

At this moment, a faint blush rose behind his ears.

...

Jiang Lao wanted to ask why the food in the academy was so bad, but after lunch, Rong Chao was called by a scholar to copy the original copy of the ancient book.

Jiang Lao was faintly dissatisfied. She was waiting for Rong Ming's legs to be well, and she wished to let him rest whenever she could rest.

But if you copy something, you can't get rid of it without a leg injury.

Jiang Lao was dissatisfied with his dissatisfaction, but he could only watch Rong Zhao enter the study.

She wanted to help, but was stopped by the book boy and was not allowed to enter.

The door of the study creaked open at this moment, and one person walked out.

Huaiqing looked at Jiang Lao and paused for a while before he called a mistake. It was just that the name was a little awkward, "Young Master Jiang, the servant has something to tell you."

...

Jiang Lao closed his eyebrows and listened to Huaiqing's words.

She always thought that with Uncle Yan, Rong Chen couldn't stand the bullying.

She was wrong.

Although Uncle Yan is the most prestigious scholar in the academy, he is used to it, his eyes are just books, and he doesn't care if the students can eat and sleep well or be bullied.

Unless someone stabs these things in front of him to say.

She wrote on the ground with a small wooden stick

"I'll ask my Uncle Yan."

She went to be the one who stabbed things in front of his eyes.

She said that why the food in the academy is so bad that someone is making trouble.

When leaving the courtyard where the study was located, several people came into the hospital and passed her by.

Jiang Lao hurriedly passed by, but one of them lightly stopped and looked back.

Looking at Jiang Lao's back, thoughtfully.

The book boy next to him asked, "My lord, is that young man you recognize?"

Pei Songyu faintly retracted his gaze, "Yeah."

He said, "Siye brought his son into the academy today, and said that I should take more care of him. It should be him."

At this time, Yu Yinxue stopped, "Siye Jiang has a son?"

Pei Songyu nodded, "I just knew it too."

Yu Yinxue thought about it.

At noon today, he had seen this righteousness at the place where he was eating.

Child side.

At that time, he was staying with Rong Chen.

...

"His Royal Highness, stay."

When Rong Chen finished copying the isolated copy and was about to leave his study, Yu Yinxue quickly caught up with him.

Although his attitude is not more than ten percent respect, it can be compared to the target and hostility hidden in the front of his eyes, but what is hidden in his eyes now is the eagerness to please.

He bowed his hands.

"His Royal Highness, I have something to ask."

Last time at the old lady's birthday banquet in the Bofu, from beginning to end, he failed to find a chance to talk to Si Ye Jiang.

Nowadays, Siye Jiang occasionally teaches a few calligraphy and painting classes, but unfortunately he is not good at Danqing. There are many scholars in the academy, and there is still no chance to talk to Siye Jiang.

Marriage matters, the parents have no choice but to talk to the matchmaker. He wants to be the son-in-law of someone, and it's always right to please that person.

Rong Ming glanced at him.

The curvature of the thin lips is very kind.

It's just that the eyes are cold, like a smile but not a smile.

Yu Yinxue looked at this little brother who was despised by him in the past, and was extremely reluctant to ask him about this matter.

His low-born mother can't find any way for him, he has no other way.

It's just that when he was begging for help, he would inevitably change a bit of high air, his words were tactful, and he didn't go straight to the point, "Siye Jiang has been teaching in the academy during this time..."

Yu Yinxue wanted Rong Ming to recommend him.

This was something he planned to entrust to Pei Songyu, but at noon today, he saw that the dumb son adopted by Fourth Master Jiang accompanied Rong Chen to dinner, not Pei Songyu.

It's clear at a glance who has a better relationship with the Jiang family.

Yu Yinxue was unsure whether Rong Ming would help him, but if he didn’t help, it’s okay. He can go to Pei Songyu for help again, “If the Nine Highness meets Fourth Master Jiang, or Jiang’s family Between the girl and the young master..."

"Brother."

Rong Zhen interrupted him.

He blinked those fox-like eyes, but his pupils were covered by a thick mist, which was slightly cold and cold, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

"Senior brother, don't worry, if there is that time, I will definitely help the brother say something nice."

Yu Yinxue was overjoyed.

Only then did he understand why Mr. Yan Nanxun said that Rong Ming was smart.

He was only half talking, and he understood everything.

Linglong Xinqiao, intimate explanation.

Willing to help him regardless of previous complaints.

Yu Yinxue thought to himself

Some are simple and deceptive.

I still looked down on it in my heart, but thanked him sincerely, "Thanks to His Highness Jiu."

Rong Ming slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him, gently

He laughed, "No thanks."

Yu Yinxue turned and left.

Without knowing that the gentle smile on the boy's face was more like a hook of a poisonous scorpion.

There is a coldness hidden deep in the eyes, which is exactly the same as the tail tip of the scorpion's tail, which is very poisonous.

...

Yan Nan looked for a book to go out, but he was not in the academy, and he could only find it in the afternoon. Jiang Lao drooped his head back to the study, and saw someone talking to Rong Ming, so he stopped and waited aside.

It wasn't until Yu Yinxue left that she walked up to Rong Ming and wrote a few words in the palm of his hand, "That person just now, who is it?"

It was the first time she saw him chatting with others for so long.

Quite strange.

Rong Ming looked down at her writing.

His eyes gradually sank.

When he raised his eyes, his expression seemed a little hesitant, and he stopped talking.

Looking at his situation, Jiang Lao had some bad guesses in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Rong Chen still hesitated to speak but stopped.

Jiang Lao twisted his brows

But don't let him be bullied by the scholar just now but dare not say anything.

Rong Yu hesitated, "I..."

There seems to be unspeakable but hidden.

Jiang Lao's heart fell straight down.

Wouldn't she have guessed it?

Rong Lu's eyes drooped, his long eyelashes drooped and a shallow shade of shade, "If I said, I'm afraid you will think I'm the kind of villain who is arrogant about others."

Jiang Lao shook his head decisively.

how could be?

She just believed him in exchange for the friendship that only a piece of meat left in his bowl.

But there was a bit of worry in her eyes that could not be hidden, for fear that it was really like what she had guessed.

Then his life in the academy was too difficult.

Rong Ming's thin lips hooked to himself, the arc was so small that it was hard to be noticed.

The deep voice was still hesitant, innocent.

"My brother is not very good."

"Opportunistic, sloppy."