I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

After waking up, Jiang Lao lowered his head, and with the light of the palace lantern hanging under the corridor, he touched her sachet that was hanging around her waist twice, thinking that instead of being able to stun others, Jiang Lao was stunned first. Lao hugged his head in annoyance.

She felt that she had slept too long this time, maybe... it was time for both sleeps.

But this idea was a little weird, and Jiang Lao couldn't be sure.

The only thing I am sure of is that there is a real problem with the medicine.

Some of the medicines she had drunk would also make her drowsy, but she wouldn't be so sleepy that she couldn't move her eyelids.

She threw a snow ball into her hand, the coolness penetrated into the bones, and walked slowly out of the courtyard.

Wei's injured ankle didn't hurt so much.

No one here does not know Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao walked all the way, putting his fingers in his lips, and comparing "Shh" all the way, beckoning others not to tell Rong Chen about her waking up. Those people listened to her, making Jiang Lao vaguely uncomfortable. , I felt that in Rong Zhen's house, it was no different from her house.

Even the servants here are more likely to listen to her than the servants in her house.

She walked all the way to the outside of the study and saw the light in the study.

Outside the study, Huaiqing is on duty.

Jiang Lao's fingers were pressed against his lips, and he let out a "hush" toward Huaiqing.

When Huaiqing saw Jiang Lao, she was stunned for a moment, and then she pressed her lips tightly, as if she had been sewn on, without saying a word.

Jiang Lao was afraid that his shadow would hit the window of the study, so he squatted down and moved to the study step by step.

In the study.

Liao Qiubai frowned. "Even if there is a problem with the painting, you have to find out which is exactly the same as Jiang Siye's writing. If you say imitate someone else's handwriting, it is easier to change... Jiang Siye claims to be a school, and he has learned form and rhyme. , Who could it be."

As soon as the edict came out last night, there was nothing to deal with anymore. As soon as the day broke, the case would still need to be investigated.

He was convinced that what he said was too difficult to collect.

Rong Ming stood up suddenly.

Liao Qiubai asked: "What's the matter?"

Rong Chen's long narrow eyes narrowed, "There are people outside."

He walked quickly outside the door and saw Jiang Lao squatting under the window.

Jiang Lao: "..."

This is the shortest corner of her eavesdropping.

She was already tiptoeing carefully enough that she was caught instead.

Rong Chen felt helpless, rubbing his eyebrows, "You go back to sleep for a night, and I will call you up at dawn."

Jiang Lao didn't dare to believe it, and shook his head, "I have something to say

I want to talk to you. "

She used "you" instead of "you".

Rong Ming felt a little gloomy in his heart, but he took her into the study to follow her wishes.

Liao Qiubai in the room immediately got up from the official hat chair when he heard the movement.

He thought that there was someone out there, who was a little thief in the wall with ears and listening to the corner, but who knew that a beautiful and beautiful girl came in and was taken aback.

With sharp eyes, he quickly recognized who Jiang Lao was, somewhat surprised.

Originally, he couldn't figure out why Rong Ming wanted to intervene in Ning'an Bo Mansion, but now he finally figured out.

Liao Qiubai squinted his eyes, sighed secretly that the hero is sad for the Beauty Pass, and did not ask too much why Jiang Lao was here, and bowed to Jiang Lao respectfully.

Today, he played with twelve points of energy to deal with Rong Chen, all his handles were in the opponent's hands, but he didn't know anything about the other party. In the past, people couldn't understand his thoughts in front of others, but now that Feng Shui is turned upside down, it makes him very uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly relaxed a little.

Since the little girl came in, Rong Lu's eyes have been locked tightly on her body, and even if she left, it won't be long.

There are weaknesses.

Then it's not that scary.

Liao Qiubai smiled and looked at Jiang Lao who made him realize this.

Jiang Lao returned the gift. She did not recognize the young official who seemed to be a little rude in front of her. She looked at Rong Ming, who tilted his head, and answered her confusion, "This is the outsider of the Ministry of Engineering, Liao Qiubai, Lord Liao."

Liao Qiubai looked at them by the side.

Both women and men are good-looking, put them together, and just want to say the word "Dong right".

Not to mention that each other can understand each other just because of each other's eyes, which is extremely ambiguous.

He immediately felt that he was a little superfluous, and touched the back of his head and said, "I haven't been in the same room with the girl in the middle of the night, so why... I'll leave first?"

Hippie's temperament is deep into the bone marrow, and the tone is not very serious.

Rong Chen hid the person behind his back, and said quietly: "She is here to find me."

Liao Qiubai: "..."

Can't joke?

Understood. Understood.

Let the chair let the chair.

He immediately stood aside and vacated the official hat chair to let Jiang Lao take a seat, but was stopped by Jiang Lao's soft voice, "Master Liao, it doesn't have to be this way, I am not here to disturb you."

Her voice was tired and slightly hoarse.

The snow thrown into her neck just now made her sober, but her head was a little groggy, and she wanted to lower her head subconsciously. However, the gentle cultivation in the bones will not be eroded away because of adversity. She has just arranged the pearl hairpin and hair on the outside. Although it is not as delicate as the maid combed her, she is still decent. When she speaks, she also looks at it with humility. To Liao Qiubai, he was not rude.

"I was wrong after overhearing your words. But if you ask anyone who can learn from my father's handwriting, I seem to...know one person."

But she asked nervously, "You said, someone imitates my father's handwriting, is this true?"

Liao Qiubai nodded and was about to speak, but Rong Chen obviously didn't want to give him a chance to speak. Not only did he physically separate him from Jiang Lao, he nodded towards Jiang Lao by taking a step ahead of him.

Jiang Lao was a little excited at once. She suppressed her emotions and said, "Guyi County, there is a scholar with the surname Zhang, who makes a living by falsifying my father's paintings and calligraphy. He can learn seven or eight images." Jiang Lao remembered as much as possible. The scene of the year, "That was four or five years ago."

Liao Qiubai's gaze became sharp, "Ms. Jiang means that what happened to your father is that the scholar deliberately retaliated?"

"I meant to doubt him." Jiang Lao admitted frankly, but she didn't beat him to death. "However, I don't think he is."

"how do I say this?"

Jiang Lao explained, "In the few months in Guyi County, I heard people say that he was learning from my father's calligraphy and painting, selling paintings for a living, and was angry, thinking that he had stolen my father's things."

Rong Lu kept silent and made a cup of tea for Jiang Lao. Jiang Lao took the tea and took a sip. "I wanted to ask for justice and tell him not to sell his paintings under the guise of my dad. , But my dad refused. Before leaving, my dad bought a painting of that man in another person’s name. We had never met him before, and I had forgotten his name. I only remembered Guyi County. There are many people with the surname Zhang and Tue. He is the surname Zhang... Since there is no conflict, if the person retaliates... it seems something is wrong."

Jiang Lao didn't dare to assert that the scholar was the one who framed her father, but he vaguely felt that this matter was related to him. They said that her father's painting was imitated, causing her blood to flow rapidly at this moment. "But I want to check this person."

"Where is the painting now?" Liao Qiubai asked her.

"It should be changed to my study room."

"Zhang Liuyuan."

Rong Ming, who had been silent for a while, said suddenly.

His long and narrow eyes suddenly narrowed tightly, as deep as a pool of water, "The scholar's name is Zhang Liuyuan."

As if Tian Ling Gai was beaten, Jiang Lao immediately remembered the name, "It's him."

But at the same time she looked at it puzzledly

Rong Ming, "How did you know?"

"His name appeared on the roster when he came out of Beijing." Rong Ming glanced at Liao Qiubai. "Master Pei has also seen him. He is from the city on the 19th of this month."

Liao Qiubai tugged at the corner of his mouth and did not answer.

He has seen the roster, but he can't remember it.

Last time the Ning'an Bo’s mansion entered the thief, and the families of the rich and powerful people were panicked, which made Emperor Zhaowu pay more attention to the people entering and leaving the city.

It's just a roster for the fifteenth day, and different names must add up to more than 10,000.

"When your father writes and picks up the pen, his pen is often like picturesque hooks. Although the two characters "Zhang" and Liu" he wrote on the roster are not similar, only the last stroke of the character "yuan" is very much in the handwriting of your father. Shen Yun. "

Liao Qiubai shamelessly followed "it is true", as if he remembered it too.

Rong Ming continued: "On the roster within 15 days, it only remembers that he was out of the city on the 19th of this month, and the reason was written to return to his hometown for the New Year. But the day when he enters the city, I want to come outside the 15th."

Jiang Lao's heart is beating, Zhang Liuyuan...maybe there is a problem.

Then her father is really saved!

But she was afraid that it was Jing Hua Shui Yue, she didn't dare to be happy too soon, "I... want to check his details."

"Then check it out." Rong Chen followed her words, "you can also find the painting that your father bought."

"If this person is 19, Nail Sunrise City, four days ago... it was earlier than the time when the impeachment was received by the Metropolitan Procuratorate." Liao Qiubai said, "It may not be this person, but there is something strange."

Four days ago...

She really slept more throughout the day!

Jiang Lao looked at Rong Lu in a daze. After a while, the dazed expression turned into frowning annoyance.

Rong Chen was swept away by her gaze, and he knew what had happened. His eyes were annoyed for a moment, and his tone softened, "It's my fault."

He lowered his eyes in a panic and at a loss, "Your foot injury is not well. Sleeping for a whole day is conducive to recovery, but I made my opinion without discussing it with you. I was wrong."

The appearance is more pitiful than the woman with the rain in Ewha.

She looks like a Jieyuhua who has been beaten by frost. She is thoughtful, but she has suffered a wound.

Liao Qiubai looked straight.

Why did you suddenly start admitting your mistakes?

Is he suddenly deaf? What did they make eye contact again?

"you you……"

Jiang Lao also looked straight.

Without changing her anger, did he admit his mistake in front of Liao Qiubai?

She would never be in front of others, let alone care about him at this point, but she was a little angry secretly.

But his confession came faster than her anger.

It's like the Kongming Lantern collapses before it blows up, and it won't rise in the wind anymore.

Jiang Lao had no choice but to read two words "you" in succession, only then did he notice Rong Ming's clothes.

The same black and red as in her dreams.

The man who knelt all night in the palace and in the snow...

She got a bit of a heartache, and finally went around the corners of what she wanted to say, and returned to the business, "Let's check Zhang Liuyuan."

"Good." Rong Ying replied.

Be compliant and compliant. Liao Qiubai tut behind him.

When Rong Jian stepped out of the study, Liao Qiubai followed.

Jiang Lao also followed limpingly.

The shadows of the three were reflected on the bluestone steps.

Rong Chen instructed Huaiqing, "Bring the four girls back to Beishenyuan."

"I want to check it too, you go check it, I'll go home to find a painting." Jiang Lao interrupted dissatisfiedly when she heard Rong Ming wanted her to stay in Beishen Academy.

Rong Ming's obedience to her was an exception at this time, "No."

"Can't help." Jiang Lao was a little anxious.

Rong Ming glanced at her ankle.

With just a glance, Jiang Lao understood.

She choked, shrank her feet back, lowered her head, glum, "I... won't go out."

She had a broken ankle. She was sleepy and tired, and she didn't have martial arts. She went out in the middle of the night and could only involve others to take care of her and cause trouble.

"You can go to sleep at ease." Rong Chen lowered his head and said in a deep voice in her ear: "I will come back soon."

Then he got up and walked out of the yard one after another with Liao Qiubai.

Liao Qiubai followed Rong Lu and said, "Zhang Liuyuan is indeed a mess, but if it is not him at the end, what are the plans of His Highness Nine?"

Rong Ming stopped for a while.

Then he broke his hand first so that he could no longer write.

Cut off his tongue again so that he can no longer speak.

In this way, no one listened to his grievances and complaints, and no one knew what his handwriting looked like.

The calligraphy and painting that Jiang Siye bought back then was evidence that could make him a scapegoat.

Even if the paintings of four or five years ago are not ten-percent, the time will pass... People will change, and the skill of painting and writing will change. As long as the paintings at that time have a few images, it can be said that the person is him.

Anyway, his father only wanted a face, and the people who watched the excitement said they wanted to bring justice, but wanted a boring conversation.

A person who steals other people's reputation for personal gain is not clean enough, and is not worthy of sympathy.

Yuehua is like practice, slowly pouring down, sprinkling on the less

Nian's shoulders became a layer of cold frost, white and deserted.

The extremely brutal thoughts did not make his face with his lips and face turned half ugly. Even though he had evil spirits living in his heart, he had no mercy for all living beings, but his face was always as moving as the moonlight.

"Then check his relatives and friends." He casually dealt with Liao Qiubai.

When he was about to leave the hospital, he looked back thoughtfully, and saw that his little girl had not obediently went back to sleep, but stood under the porch and watched him leave.

He stopped helplessly, opened his mouth, and said a word.

But there was no sound.

On a windy night, even if he makes a sound, his voice will be annihilated in the cold wind.

But Jiang Laohuan knew what he was talking about.

"do not worry."

She kept looking at him until his figure disappeared behind the wall.

After recognizing that he and the person in the dream are not the same, she is no longer afraid, but always feels pitiful for him.

After taking care of him has become a habit, he has forgotten subconsciously that this person's future methods are fierce and the city is deep.

Even if his temperament has been tamed, he still has his abilities in the end.

But... Once she thought that the medicine he fed her made her miss a day, Jiang Laohuan felt a little dull.

If he didn't enter the palace to see Emperor Zhaowu, then when she wakes up now, isn't it the edict of the Jiu Clan that she has to face?

After being blown by the wind for a long time in the yard, she still couldn't get rid of her anger. After returning to the house, she looked at the quilt on the couch.

She couldn't bear to vent at him, so she had to vent at his quilt.

There were more dents on the quilt that had been smashed in by her small fist.

Jiang Lao looked down at the extra wrinkles on the quilt. After watching for a long time, he stretched out his fingers and flattened them one by one.

She was a little tired, collapsed and buried her face in it.

The smell on the quilt is exactly the same as on him. Holding the quilt...

It was like hugging him.

Jiang Lao trembled because of the sudden thought in his mind, and immediately blushed, as if it were hot, and quickly moved away from the quilt.

Some of them were short of breath and took a deep breath.

It was the bed and quilt that she had slept for day and night, but she didn't dare to touch it anymore, turning around the room.

Now, I can't sleep anymore.

...

Although the edict was a little late, the outside of Ning Anbo’s mansion was still surrounded by soldiers, and the people inside couldn’t get out. When Rong Ming’s carriage stopped outside Wuyi Lane, Liao Qiubai showed these people that Zhaowu had given it to them. Search warrants, they stepped aside and allowed them to pass.

All the way into the study, I saw the table inside, Bogu

There are calligraphy and paintings on the floor, and there are paintings in the painting workshop that have no market price, but they are randomly placed here. Liao Qiubai said with emotion, "No wonder the thief broke into the library last time, but the study."

"Looking for a painting." Rong Zhen didn't even look back at him.

He was still in a wheelchair outside, and the search warrant given to Rong Chen by Emperor Zhaowu allowed him to mobilize two hundred imperial guards. Rong Chen mobilized more than 20 people, turned his study upside down, and finally found the painting. .

On the painting, Jiang Xingzhou's name was smeared out, and on the side, the words "Zhang Liuyuan" were inscribed.

Liao Qiubai leaned over and took a look, "Sure enough, there are seven or eight images, five or six years ago..."

By now, you might be able to learn more like this.

"Four days ago, he moved around Jinling. He might not go back to his hometown, find someone who knows him, and ask him if he wants to go." Rong Zhao closed the painting and threw the token to him. Liao Qiubai, "Take someone to chase."

A great opportunity was given to him. Liao Qiubai was bloody, holding the token tightly, "Okay!"

He checked the roster of each city gate, non-stop, chasing all the way north.

In an inn, when Zhang Liuyuan was found, he encountered the dead man who assassinated Zhang Liuyuan.

There was a silver snake in the corner of the dead man's clothes. Liao Qiubai rescued Zhang Liuyuan, he tied someone back and told Rong Chen the news.

Rong Lu looked at Zhang Liuyuan and ordered his servants, "Bring the four girls here."

After Jiang Lao came over, Rong Zhao pointed to Zhang Liuyuan who was tied to the foot of the wall, and said quietly, "This is the person who framed your father."

When Zhang Liuyuan heard what Rong Ming said, he immediately wanted to get up, "My lord, it is none of my business to frame the Fourth Master. I just collect the money and do things. I never thought of framed the Fourth Master!"

Liao Qiubai frowned and asked, "Really just for money?"

Zhang Liuyuan gritted his teeth.

He is similar to Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and painting style. When he was young, his family was poor. After being said to be like Jiang Xingzhou a few times, he moved his mind. After tasting the sweetness, he kept writing and painting in the style of Jiang Xingzhou.

He learned more and more alike, earning more and more silver, but he became more and more dissatisfied.

Why their words and paintings are the same, Jiang Xingzhou is high in the altar, but he is a shameless mouse in the gutter, clinging to Jiang Xingzhou's reputation sneakily.

He has had enough without a picture that can write his name.

"If Jiang Xingzhou is dead, it will be you, the Da Zhao Sage Hand."

The people who came to him said so.

He could not resist this temptation.

But he didn't expect that the person who was looking for him would want to kill him!

He looked at Jiang Lao, who was there

Among the few people, Jiang Lao looks the softest, looks the most kind and gentle, not as difficult as the two officials, Zhang Liuyuan rolled his eyes, and hurriedly rushed the spear of begging to Jiang Lao, "Girl, you Forgive me, I have the old and the young, I have to support the whole family, and I can't help it!"

Jiang Lao listened to the begging for mercy, took a deep breath, and suddenly said to Rong Ming and Liao Qiubai, "You turn around."

After they turned around, she lifted the skirt and kicked Zhang Liuyuan several times with her uninjured foot, completely losing her demeanor.

Rong Ming smiled softly.

Liao Qiubai looked at him strangely, "What are you laughing at?"

Rong Ming listened to the movement behind him, knowing what was happening behind him, not only did he not stop the change of pretense and indulged him as if it hadn't happened, but he couldn't hide his smile piled up in the corner of his eyes.

"cute."

Liao Qiubai suspected that there was a mistake in his ears. What kind of love can a girl who can hit people?

Jiang Lao was panting, he stopped when he was tired, and looked at Zhang Liuyuan condescendingly, "Who is the one who instigated you?"