I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

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When returning home, the carriage stopped by the shop beside the Qinhuai River. Jiang Lao propped his head and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

Ming Shao went to the teahouse to buy water, and she waited in the carriage.

The quarrel made her lose energy, not only her mouth was dry, but her head became groggy.

But just now I went back and cursed again. This time I made preparations. I was able to analyze everything I wanted to say, and I said everything I wanted to say, and she felt happy in her heart.

Think of the queen's blushing face and her body trembling with anger.

Jiang Lao closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips moved upward.

She thought about the bullying that Rong Yu had suffered when she was a child, as if she had suffered it personally.

Outside the carriage was the sound of wind.

In season, autumn has entered, and the weather is getting colder day by day.

When Jiang Lao waited for Ming Shao to return, he fell asleep so sleepy.

She didn't sleep deeply, and frames flashed in her mind, like a dream.

She dreamed of herself when she was a child.

The weather is cold, she is dressed very thick, running on the road like a rolling ball, the wind is strong in autumn, she wants to put the paper kite, her father and mother also spoil her, the mother sent a maid to buy the paper kite, and father held her by the hand. Hands out.

The paper kite was faltering, supporting the wind, but when it was about to touch the sky, it was blown off by the wind.

The paper kite flew south, leaped all the way over the palace wall, and hung on a tree in the palace.

There was a child on the ground with a clean face but dirty clothes. He curled up in a corner under the tree. He wiped his face with the corner of his sleeve. Hearing the sound of the tree, he stood up in shock. After getting up, his expression relaxed after a long while, and he raised his head to look at the paper kite.

The shadow of the fallen leaves hit his face and moved away with the movement of light and shadow.

Jiang Lao clearly saw his beautiful eyebrows and the red mole on the corner of his eye.

Ming Shao returned with the water sac. Seeing Jiang Lao holding his head as if he was asleep, he whispered softly. Seeing that she didn't respond, he put the water sac aside and ordered the coachman to continue driving and rush back to the palace.

When the carriage stopped, Ming Shao was about to wake Jiang Lao, and heard the carriage driver outside respectfully shouting "His Royal Highness".

Ming Shao lifted the driving curtain, seeing Rong Ming outside, hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Your Highness."

Rong Chen pressed his long finger to his lips, gave a silent gesture, and stooped into the carriage.

After a while, he took Jiang Lao out.

The action was cautious, and the girl's sleeping face in his arms was not disturbed at all.

The moment he got out of the carriage, his hand was on Jiang Lao's head.

Wait until from the carriage

When she came out, this hand came down, wiped the corner of Jiang Lao's clothes, pressed her white and soft face against her arms, and walked in.

When he arrived at the shadow wall, Jiang Laohuan came to his senses because the smell in his arms was different from the smell in the carriage.

She wrinkled the tip of her nose twice, always feeling that he was tinged with the aura of wind and dust, but when he thought about going to the mansion as a errand, there would be such a smell of mud and weapons.

Jiang Lao didn't think much about it. He changed half of his mind and stayed in the dream just now.

She raised her head and glanced at Rong Ming, he was walking to the shadow wall, the shadow of the whole wall was hitting him, she just looked at him like this, from the chin, to the bridge of the nose, to the eyes.

Have a mole in the fundus.

The child I dreamed of in my dream is as if he was when he was a child.

When he was a child, in her dream, he climbed up the tree and pulled down the kite hanging from the branch.

Then she woke up.

She lost her kite, and although she was sad, she was not serious.

Because she was sure, her parents would buy her a new kite.

Jiang Lao suddenly flapped his eyelashes, raised his neck, leaned in gently, and kissed his chin.

"Woke up?"

Jiang Lao often heard him say this in her ear. It seemed that whether it was waking up in the morning on weekdays or taking a nap in her usual time, she could always listen to him asking in her ear softly, "Wake up?" "

Blame her for sleeping too much.

She nodded, trying to get out of his arms, and flopped with her feet twice, but it didn't have the slightest effect. Should he let it go or change it.

Jiang Lao asked him anxiously, "Aren't you tired?"

Rong Ming shook his head.

Jiang Lao wasn't very happy to believe it, but he always felt that he was acting in a prestigious manner.

She carefully glanced at his face, there were no sweat marks, she weighed it in her heart, and the cat curled up as if looking for a nest, and asked him to hold it obediently.

Her indulgence undoubtedly gave Rong Ming a pole to climb up.

Suddenly he stopped, his deep gaze was a bit playful, "Where do you kiss?"

The smile on the thin lips is more playful, and the tone is like a teacher admonishing his students.

His appearance was not so dignified, and he smiled with affectionate eyes.

Jiang Lao was frightened by his smile. He understood the hint in his words and glanced back. He was relieved to see that no one was following.

She straightened up, leaned in quickly, snorted, and tweeted on the corners of his upturned lips, only to recollect that she sighed in relief, too inexplicably relaxed.

His rude request that she could directly refuse.

She raised her eyes quickly and was about to blame, but the person holding her no longer smiled.

There was no **** and temptation in his expression, and the corners of his slightly drooping eyes looked well-behaved and obedient. When he lowered his head, the shadow of the upper part of his face also concealed the small mole under his eyes.

He whispered: "No matter where I kiss every year, I am happy."

Jiang Lao knew he would be wrong.

She shrank into a ball in his arms and refused to lift her head again.

Think about it, but I didn't use much force, and hit his chest with his forehead, but hit his forehead red, not much pain, but suddenly a little bit wronged.

This grievance disappeared when I thought of the kite-picking kid in my dream.

It was just a dream, just looking at the bleak autumn tree and the cold frost hanging on the wall, she wanted to step forward and hold the child squatting on the wall to warm it up.

The person in the dream is the person in front of you.

She straightened up and kissed him again, her lips curled up, and she said forcefully: "You can."

Rong Ming laughed out loud, happy to see her occasionally domineering, "Yes, I can."

Rong Zhao waited for Jiang Lao to mention about her encounter with Empress Jiahe, but she did not say anything. When he returned to Sui'anyuan, when he put her down, he asked: "Who did you meet when you entered the palace today? ?"

When the soles of Jiang Lao's feet touched the ground, they became more solid. She was always worried that she would crush him. Instead, she would walk more steadily.

She didn't want to tell Rong Chen about her encounter with the queen, because she only provoke him to stab him in vain.

As for the little clothes made by her aunt...The child didn't move, so don't talk about it.

Otherwise, he would definitely hold the child as a bait and pester her overnight.

"Go to Shuxiang Palace, and accompany my aunt to embroider." Jiang Lao's voice is light and faint, she also knows that Rong Chen knows how well she is embroiderer, and adds, "I see if she embroiders."

When it comes to the imperial palace, Jiang Lao's thoughts turn back to that dream.

Suddenly she became a little curious, and raised her head to ask Rong Ming, "When you were a kid, did you ever pick up a paper kite?"

Rong Ming frowned, and wanted to say no. He looked at him expectantly, and suddenly felt that things might not be what he thought. Instead, he chose to be honest.

"Have."

Jiang Lao then asked, "That paper kite, is it a carp?"

She looked at Rong Ming's eyes, and suddenly felt that her dream just now might be more than a Nanke, her eyes widened, and she added: "Half cyan, half red."