I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

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Zhang Liuyuan asked the person behind him. Jiang Lao and his team divided into three ways. Liao Qiubai led the people to search Shen's Mansion. Rong Zhao escorted Zhang Liuyuan to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and Jiang Lao returned to Ning'an Bo's Mansion first.

She wanted to tell her mother and brother the news immediately.

Jiang Jinxing was shivering in the snow.

His face was frozen purple, his hands were also, and his small body was hidden behind the stone lion in front of Bo's House. He hooked his bird-fighting slingshot, and the stones aimed at the officers and soldiers guarding Ning'an Bo's House.

His sight is good, but the stones that hit the officers and soldiers are, to these strong and sturdy adult men in iron armor, they are nothing but gadgets scratching their boots, like raindrops accidentally splashed on their bodies on a rainy day.

The child behind the stone lion blushed.

The officers and soldiers surrounding Ning'an Bo's Mansion ignored him at all.

The little noble son looks exquisite, only the former is white and fat. Now he is no longer fat, only white, still like a doll in a New Year painting. It is very gratifying. The officers and soldiers have been guarding here for a few days, and they have long recognized the dawn of this day. Just thinking about repelling them, but the little guy who has been defeated and defeated repeatedly.

At first I saw the little guy taking a head and he went back. Later, he indulged him day by day, letting the little guy mess around. Anyway, if his teeth were changed, he couldn't make any waves. He waited until the officer came to patrol. , Some of them went out, lifted Jiang Jinxing's back collar, and threw him back to Ning'an Bo's Mansion.

This time, upon hearing the movement of the carriage coming from the alley, another officer and soldiers walked out.

Jiang Jinxing got directly out of the armpits of the officers and soldiers, and ran over to the person who got on and off the carriage, yelling "A sister A sister" like Fei Ye.

Jiang Lao hugged her younger brother who threw at her.

Jiang Jinxing glanced behind Jiang Lao, and cried with a "wow", "Sister, take me to find Daddy, I'm going to save Daddy."

He was shaking his lips, his face was bruised and gray, only the red lips were fresh, he burped "father" and "father" twice, and vomited an idiom, "Father's debt is paid."

"No need." Jiang Lao knelt down and wiped the tears from his face, "No need, Daddy is okay."

Jiang Jinxing was stunned, his crying stopped for a moment, and his mouth quickly collapsed, and the cry was loud again, "You lied to me, and my mother lied to me like this, but daddy was taken away again, obviously something is wrong!"

Jiang Lao lovingly hugged his tearful brother.

Obviously he only believed in what others said.

"You believe Sister A's words." Jiang Lao slapped him on the back while his eyes were moist. "It's really okay."

Zhang Liuyuan and Shen Que were sent to prison one after another, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate quickly reported the matter to Emperor Zhaowu.

Emperor Zhaowu's face was ugly for a while, and then furiously, he asked the Metropolitan Procuratorate to investigate Shenque thoroughly, and then ordered people to rush to Ning'an Bo Mansion and dismiss all the guards surrounding Ning'an Bo Mansion.

Jiang Xingzhou was released.

The **** with long eyebrows came to announce the decree. After reciting the decree word by word, he made a gesture to call for only one of the eight eunuchs behind him to come forward and lifted the cover of the square plate in his hand. The cloth reveals the precious inkstone made of Jasper.

"Let the Fourth Master suffer injustice and suffering. This is compensation for your sage. Only later, there will be something else."

Jiang Xingzhou's sight did not stop on the precious inkstone overflowing with the beautiful light. He asked the **** who came to announce the decree, "Father-in-law, do you know how this matter was found out?"

He heard in the imperial edict just now that the person who copied his handwriting was arrested, not confessed.

So who is the one who arrested him?

He didn't hold any hope for himself, but he regretted that he had lived too arrogantly when he was young, and planted the bane of his only oneself. Although he was verbally tough, he would never commit any disrespectful sins, but in his heart... Already admitted.

The person investigating the case at the Metropolitan Procuratorate also identified him.

Who the **** is searching for the bottom line, if it can't be found... Wouldn't it be treated like him by the remnant party of King Jing?

The **** with long eyebrows glanced at Jiang Xingzhou.

I thought, Jiang Xingzhou was quite blue-eyed in the emperor's eyes. After this incident, the emperor felt more guilty. He could not make this person in front of him beautiful, not to mention his masterpieces in Jokhang's calligraphy and painting.

There was a smile on his face, "The Fourth Master might as well go and chat with His Royal Highness Nine."

Jiang Xingzhou realized what he was stunned.

"The man was captured by His Royal Highness Nine, how he captured the man, the minion doesn't know."

Jiang Xingzhou was silent for a while and asked, "Where is His Royal Highness Nine now?"

"He just entered the palace with the people from the procuratorate. At this moment, your business is settled. You should go out of the palace and return to the Ministry of Engineering. This prison is not where you are staying. The carriage has been prepared outside, Siye, please."

The **** with long eyebrows gave way.

Jiang Xingzhou walked out quickly.

The prison was wet and cold, and the sky outside was not much better.

It is still snowing in the sky, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

On the branches, yesterday's snow was held down by today's snow, and the silver clothes were wrapped in several layers, and there were icy edges under the eaves, string after string.

But because of the bad weather, Jiang Xingzhou's eyes were slightly wet, and he looked up at the sky above his head, as if he had lived again.

Looking down, he saw the carriage waiting for him under the snow-covered poplar tree. He walked quickly but did not step on the bench prepared by the servant to get into the carriage, but took the front. The rein in the driver's hand, untied the knot that was connected to the cowl of the carriage, turned on his horse, and galloped all the way.

I turned a blind eye to the movie and TV show behind the poplar.

Pei Songyu was ignored by Jiang Xingzhou, and his expression was embarrassed.

The young man behind him explained to him, "The fourth master might... didn't see you."

"Forget it." Pei Songyu waved his hand with a wry smile.

If Jiang Xingzhou's charges are not cleared, he will feel that his actions are justified.

He saved himself and was able to take good care of his son and daughter for Jiang Xingzhou.

But Jiang Xingzhou was really wronged...

He forgot to recommend Jiang Xingzhou to him when he met him.

The young man looked at Pei Songyu with a smile, but with an unusually ugly expression, "My lord, don't take this matter too seriously. You have done enough before and after running for the Jiang family."

Pei Songyu didn't say anything, just walked forward vigorously.

He did move his mind, but he didn't think that just a good marriage was enough for him to give up a good future.

Yes, future.

Even if Jiang Xingzhou really wants to break with him, he has his own future.

He felt owed in his heart, so he could continue to repay his gratitude silently.

He walked on the snowy road, his footprints stalked all the way, leaving the young man behind him, and then murmured: "Maybe... I was wrong."

He coldly looked on from the sidelines and recalled what he had done, but he didn't even have any more words to say that he was interested in Jiang Lao.

When did he notice her?

Too many people around said that they were good matches, so much that he couldn't help but start paying attention.

Later, she quietly went to the shop she often went to by the Qinhuai River and saw her several times. She was different from the girls in Jinling who were spoiled by the temperament of a young lady. The difference was that he could no longer look away and gradually moved his mind.

However, although there is obsession, it is not profound.

He thought about the snowy night where Jiang Lao had been found, and the little girl had teary but strong eyes when she threw the cloak back into his arms.

Even if outsiders say they match, even if he is with her, I am afraid that only he will be happy, but she will not be happy.

She is his love, but he is not hers.

Then let it go.

Pei Songyu lowered his head, smiled, eyes soft

And sad.

Even if he decided to let go, he felt a bit of regret that he could not explain clearly.

But instead of leaving behind his various emotions, he strode back to his own path.

...

Jiang Xingzhou's horse traveled along the road from the palace to the official residence of the Ministry of Industry, rushing forward, and his figure was free and easy, and he stopped in front of Rong Yu, who had just got off the carriage and was about to enter the Ministry of Industry.

The first glance he looked at Rong Lu was still defensive of resistance, as in the past, but soon he turned his face away, a little reluctant, but instead he raised his voice and said, "His Royal Highness, you sent me the last one. Those few jars of wine, can you give me two more jars?"

After speaking, he tightened the reins and rode away from here.

The people who were waiting next to Rong Zhen were Wu Que and Huai Qing. Wu Que stared at Jiang Xingzhou's back on the horse, thinking about his words, and asked Huai Qing incomprehensibly, "What does Si Ye mean? "

"Before the Fourth Master didn't want the wine from His Highness Jiu, this time he took the initiative to ask for it. What do you mean by that?"

Wu Quechang didn't quite understand it.

Huaiqing was surprised: "You don't understand?"

Wu Que is honest: "I don't understand."

"Wood." Huaiqing said, "beautiful gift, beautifu! Do you understand that way?"

Wu Que suddenly realized, "Is the house going to have a happy event?"

Huai Qing gave him a positive look.

...

As soon as the news of Jiang Xingzhou's being wronged came out, it was as if he had long legs, and it spread quickly throughout the capital, faster than the news that he was caught.

When they first learned that Jiang Xingzhou might be the remnant of King Jing, many people in the capital scolded Jiang Xingzhou. During the rebellion, King Jing killed, burned, raped, and slaughtered the people. All the anger turned to Jiang Xingzhou.

Even some painting shop owners who sold Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and paintings burned Jiang Xingzhou's paintings for fear of causing trouble.

It's just--how harsh they were at the beginning, how embarrassed they are now.

The boss who burned the town store's Zhibao himself almost fainted with a beating heart.

The people Jiang Lao had begged one by one also came back to see Jiang Xingzhou after they inquired about Jiang Xingzhou's attitude.

Ning'an Bo Mansion always thanked guests behind closed doors.

No matter how heavy the snow was outside, the door closed, and the stove was burning inside. The voices of people and the crackling of matches were mixed together, which was lively and warm.

Jiang Lao glanced at his six-year-old cousin's younger brother who was fighting with crickets, and sighed in his heart that the child is a child.

In the morning, I was crying to death because of the fact that I could not see him. In the afternoon, I saw Daddy come back, as if he was a okay person, and went back to the days of being careless, catching cats and dogs.

I don't know that Ning'an Bo's Mansion has turned around in front of Guimen Pass these days.

Jiang Jinxing has changed. Although he is fighting crickets at the moment, he is fighting crickets literally.

While watching the success or failure of his own cricket, he dipped in water and wrote the word "cricket" on the ground.

A few days ago, he was imprisoned in the mansion. He wanted to write a letter tied to the leg of a flying pigeon to scold the emperor Lao Er who wanted to harm him. He couldn't write too many words, so he could only give up.

He remembered the humiliation in his heart and determined to learn more.

Jiang Lao walked over and lifted Jiang Jinxing's finger, looked at the words "locust" appearing on the ground, dumbfounded, and re-written the word "cricket" aside, "This is the cricket's cricket."

The door of Nuan Pavilion was pushed open by Jiang Qin, and Jiang Lao looked up at her.

There was a little gleam in her eyes, and she looked up at Zhan Liang, "Mother..."

The voice is soft, the tail is prolonged, it sounds like there is something to ask.

"Who are you thinking about?" Although Jiang Qin had seen it through, he wanted to tease his daughter.

Jiang Lao lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment, his cheeks were flushed by the fire, "Mother, you know."

Jiang Qin nodded her forehead.

Not willing to use force.

Although she knew that her husband was safe in the end, thanks to Rong Chen, she also knew that her daughter was doing more than her.

Knowing that my daughter will be in a hurry in a few months, then I have the feeling that "the daughter is really grown up".

"Your father, that drunkard, told His Royal Highness Jiu to accompany him to drink a lot of wine." Jiang Qin muttered, "He was drunk himself, and also poured His Highness Nine down. I told people to take His Highness Jiu to the guest room to rest. NS."

Jiang Lao twisted his eyebrows, "Is the kitchen ready to make sober soup?"

Jiang Qin nodded, but Jiang Lao was still worried, "I'll go and see."

The light under the eaves in the guest room was burning brightly. The snow in Ning'anbo Mansion had not been cleaned up half a day ago. At this moment, it was piled up in the corner of the courtyard.

Jiang Lao came over with the hangover soup himself and stepped into the guest room.

Daddy is okay and home is okay, the boulder in her heart is let down, and her footsteps are brisk.

She knocked on the door of the West Wing, there was no movement inside, but the door was not closed again, half-leaf open, she glanced in, saw the figure leaning on the bedpost, frowned and walked in.

Ming Shao waited for her outside holding the lantern.

She glanced back and saw that Jiang Lao had forgotten to close the door carelessly and closed it.

When I returned to the porch and waited for Jiang Lao, I kicked

Snow accumulated on the ground.

Can accompany the master to drink, who is the uncle, that's it.

As for the girl who came to the guest room in the middle of the night, she was a little bit unruly, the madam didn't care about it, let alone her.

...

Jiang Lao approached the bed softly and saw that his figure had not moved, he knew that he must be drunk or asleep.

Otherwise, she can be caught in such small movements outside his study, this time if he hears her movements, he won't stay still.

When I walked in, it turned out to be the case.

Rong Ming leaned on the bedpost with his arms folded, his eyes closed, his face looked very quiet.

His cheeks were flushed, and even the roots of his ears were red. The smell of alcohol covered the gas of medicine. His cold white complexion was embellished with flushing, making him unparalleled.

Sleeping with clothes...

Jiang Lao frowned.

If he is a girl, she really praises him for being chaste, and even if the chaste girls in the book are living in other people’s rooms, don’t they just sleep in kimono?

But he is not a girl.

She looked at him in this posture and felt a little uncomfortable, knowing that he would definitely not be allowed to wait on her with Qing, and she didn't complain that Huaiqing was not able to wait. She gently put the sober soup on the table, and came back and put her arm on his. Under the neck, I want to put him down and let him lie down.

The arm was cushioned, and the other hand was looking for a place to move his body. Suddenly there was a force behind her waist, pressing her waist and collapsed, and the body was too late to react and directly moved forward...

His chest.