I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

After she finished speaking, she yawned softly, tilted her head and leaned against the edge of the bed, feeling in her heart that she was a really considerate and good girl.

Mother said that men are always good-looking, and such things cannot be said clearly.

At that time, although she was ashamed to listen to the details of the mother's words, she also remembered some things in her heart.

Jiang Lao was really tired. He woke up earlier than the chicken change all day. He opened his face and dressed up. The heavy phoenix crown was worn on his head for a few hours, although it avoided the trouble of making a bridal chamber. When I arrived, I would have gone to bed early in normal days. How could I speak to him with strong energy like this moment.

She looked confused and sleepy, as if Rong Ming had agreed to her, and she could immediately fall asleep.

Hearing the words, Rong Lu raised his eyes to look at her.

His wedding gown was dazzlingly red, and the night outside the room was deep.

The red candle burned down section by section, and the tongue of the flame was beating, shining brightly and sometimes darkly on his beautiful face.

He insisted on pouring the wine into the gourd from the hip flask. Even though he didn't look down at the container, his hands still stopped when the wine was about to be filled, his eyes fixed on her.

The pupils, which were a little red illuminated by the candlelight, seemed unmoving, and the undercurrent surging in them.

"No way," he said quietly.

Jiang Lao was surprised, his sleepy eyes widened, and he became a little nervous in an instant. Rong Zhao had already returned to her in front of her with the wine, and exchanged cups with her.

He Yu Licheng.

The corners of Rong Ming's eyes were slightly bent, and he smiled. He rubbed Jiang Lao's cheek with his long fingers twice. He didn't stop her from sleeping like Jiang Lao thought, but rather indulged and indulged in his tone, "If you are tired, rest early. Next. Just clean the noodles first."

It turns out that this is the only way to say no.

Jiang Lao raised his hand and touched his cheek. She changed her makeup, and when she dropped her fingers, she could see a bit of rouge on her fingertips, and nodded gently.

Rong Chao took a wet kerchief and wiped off the makeup on her face little by little. The makeup of the newlyweds was too thick, but it concealed Jiang Lao's original appearance.

Jiang Lao lowered her eyes and looked at the man who was half-kneeling in front of her. His movements were too gentle and meticulous, and matched his cautious eyes, making her feel like a fragile treasure in a daze.

The thought of putting gold on his face made Jiang Lao suddenly laugh.

He seemed to be too obedient to her.

Even if she knew that he was willing to marry her, she would worry that he was just trying to make up for the kindness she gave him, but seeing him like this, there was nothing to worry about.

Rong Lu put down the wet veil in his hands, raised his eyes and looked at her, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm thinking..." Jiang Lao looked into his eyes, Xing's eyes were full of smiles, "You treat me so well."

Rong Ming also smiled slowly, and said to her: "There will be no second person in this world, as I treat you as well."

So she can only be his.

Jiang Lao said that when he was tired, he wanted to rest soon. Rong Lu really let her go. He stretched out his fingers to untie Jiang Lao's wedding clothes layer by layer. His eyes were still deep, but there was no fascinating thought in the action. The hint, serious and regular.

Seeing that he was so obedient, Jiang Lao couldn't tell whether he was really obedient. In other words... just as the mother said, his body was depleted.

It doesn’t matter which way, she just wanted to take a closer look at what his attitude towards her was, but don’t really just repay her, if that’s the case... After marriage, she had to think about how he liked her. A little bit.

Tomorrow, after serving tea in front of the emperor, I'm going to find a doctor to get his pulse.

She lay on her new bed thinking wildly, and Rong Ming took a bath in the inner room.

He used this bath for a long time. When he came out, Jiang Lao was already curled up in the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his face facing inward.

Obviously, he was waiting to fall asleep suddenly, his head was not resting on the pillow, the green silk of a waterfall was pressed under his body, and a few peanuts and jujubes were rolling beside him. Jiang Lao did not sleep deeply, and his breathing was soft and light.

Until the bed was short, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"I..." She turned around and looked at the figure sitting on the side of the bed. "I don't want to sleep."

There was a little guilt in Jiang Lao's tone.

In addition to teaching her some shy things, the mother also taught her how to be a husband after marriage.

Wives must serve their husbands.

But he was the one who just went to pour the wine, and he was also the one who cleaned her noodles.

She thought about waiting for him to take a bath and take the shirt in for him. She never thought that after he had been in it for so long, he had already packed it out by himself.

Jiang Lao sat up on the bed with his hands, and moved down twice to get closer to him.

She was so close to him that she realized that he was cold.

It stands to reason that a person who has just come out of the bath is warm, but his body is cold.

"You just... use cold water for the bath?"

Jiang Lao stretched out his hand, grabbed his arm in a white shirt, and asked in disbelief.

The muscles on Rong Ming's arm became stiff for a moment. He didn't look at her, lowered his head, and made a low "um" in his voice.

"Didn't you call for hot water to come in? Why use a cold one?" Jiang Lao didn't know, and cuddled his body closer. Her body was soft and warm, and she couldn't hold the proper distance when she pressed it. .

The nephrite jade was warm and fragrant, and Rong Ming's voice was slightly stretched, and he said "not cold" in a dumb voice.

He pressed her little head, picked her up, and threw her into the bed, and said in a deep voice like a sigh: "Since he said that he wants to rest early, don't bother to tease me."

Jiang Lao was shrunk in his arms, held by his long arms and legs, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest, but his mind was alive.

Stop teasing him? Can he be moved?

That seems...different from what the mother said.

If it's not what the mother said, then he can only be...too obedient to her?

The candle had been blown out, but Jiang Lao's eyes flickered in the night, and he kept looking at his vague body outline lying on the outside of the bed.

If it weren't what the mother said, she wouldn't mind what he did to her.

Marry is always married.

But asking her to ask him if he could change it, she couldn't say how to change it.

Listening to Rong Ming's breathing, Jiang Lao felt that he didn't seem to be asleep either. His head moved, and he rubbed his ear and whispered, "Husband?"

When she moved under the bed, her hand was held in the dark, and the figure lying on the outside of her pressed down in front of her eyes.

She couldn't see his face clearly, she could only hear his voice, and the line was very magnetic with a slight smile, "What do you call me?"

Jiang Lao obediently called out his husband again, and heard Rong Ming's smile, his chest was shaking.

Jiang Lao was not shy at first, but when he smiled, she noticed something and became a lot more sober.

As soon as she woke up, she suddenly remembered something, and asked: "You were just outside socializing, why did you come back so late?"

She smelled the alcohol on his body after taking a shower and it was so weak that she could not smell it.

Rong Lu's smile faded, turning over to lie on her side, playing with her hair, telling him what Liao Qiubai had told him, the 15th and the 10th, he said to Jiang Lao.

After Jiang Lao heard about this, he was more sober than before, "Then when do you plan to go to Youzhou?"

There was no regret in her tone, but she was looking forward and excited.

Jiang Lao stared at Princess Xiang for too long, in order to find out where Xu Guozhang was.

But she never got anything useful, and the disappointment in her heart accumulated too much. When she heard where to find Xu Guozhang to train the dead, Xing's eyes became shining.

Rong Wei could see things in the dark. When he saw her, his eyes became brighter than when he saw him, and he chuckled helplessly, "Do you want me to go every year?"

He lowered his head to rest on her neck, rubbed like a small animal, and asked a little disappointedly, "Doesn't he feel sorry for me at all?"

Even if Jiang Lao couldn't see his face clearly, she could probably imagine his look at this moment. She shrank her neck so that it was itchy. One of his big hands was clasped behind her head, making her want to hide behind her. I can't escape, I can't go anywhere.

She pursed her lips, faintly aware of the implied overbearing under his coquettish action, and said softly: "Days pass slowly, and it's not just the newlyweds who have to have a good life these few days."

She is naturally reluctant to bear him, but if the time is delayed, she will startle the snake and let Guozhang Xu realize their intentions, she is afraid that the gain will not be worth the loss.

Rong Zhen stroked her hair one after another, and said in a faint voice: "No matter you can find it in Youzhou, if you can't find it, the Xu family's decline is determined."

The power of the world, but the big net of tens of millions of threads, playing with a few of them, was enough for him to make the Xu family fall into the abyss.

He had already had his own plan.

Jiang Lao settled down.

She believed his words. It was like he could finally hold the power in his hands with or without her help.

She never felt that she had the ability to rewrite the fate of others, she just used the first opportunity of knowing what happened to let him heal his legs, suffer less, and get everything he should have earlier.

"You don't have to delay your own affairs just to take care of me."

Jiang Lao gave a last word, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. This time he was not obedient. He had to haunt her and tell her that if he left, she was reluctant to let her go to sleep. Did Jiang Lao be rubbed by him? The way, he obediently said what he wanted to hear, and when he fell asleep, he dreamed that a small furry animal was rubbing against her.

After she fell asleep, Rong Chen was still awake.

He has always slept less and looked at her quietly, with many things in his eyes.

The sound of gongs and drums in the daytime became quieter, and the night was deep and quiet. He watched her lying beside him gradually lost his consciousness.

It seems that I met her not just a few years, but decades have passed.

And he begged for a moment like today, begged for many years, and waited for many years.

He didn't know where this intuition came from, he just watched the little girl in his arms leaning next to him in her sleep, her eyes darkened.

Even if she had come to him, whether it was according to the secular etiquette or according to his own mind, she was already his, and only his, he was inexplicably plunged into extreme panic and sorrow.

No ecstasy, just sorrow.

If she can't rely on it unsuspectingly like this moment, what will happen to him?

He stretched out his hand, followed Jiang Lao's snuggling motion, and pulled her hand over and put it into his clothes.

This is the only person in the world he wants to touch, and he won't let go no matter whether she leans towards him or not.

She likes to be kind and he is kind, she likes to be bright and he is bright, he can listen to her even on the wedding night, and do nothing, even when he just undressed her, he had already made her look so angry. A few buckets of cold water can't be poured, he can still restrain the evil in his heart, and she never needs to know what kind of person he really is.

…

The next day, Jiang Lao woke up neither too late nor too early. When he opened his eyes, he changed to thinking that he was not yet married. He subconsciously asked the maid to clean her up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a chest lying in front of her.

The skin is jade, the muscles are thin and tough.

This body was so different from hers. She could see her fingers curled slightly, and she had the urge to touch and compare, and she waited until her fingers curled up before realizing where her own hand was.

She had reached into his clothes long ago.

Jiang Lao couldn't remember when this happened. He was so scared that he retracted his hand, and his wrist was suddenly caught.

Jiang Rao raised his head and saw that Rong Chen didn't know when he woke up. He had already opened his eyes, lost his voice, paused, and stared blankly at the person with smiley eyes like a peach blossom in front of him, "When did you wake up?"

"Just now."

Rong Chen grabbed her hand and continued to place it on his chest. His clothes were lightly open, his ink hair was woven, and his face was supported in one hand. He stared at her with a smile, and faintly smiled and shouted "Nian Nian".

"Just touch it if you want."

"Now I am your person."