I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

It just happened to have told him to speak straight, instead of rounding corners. Let those who don't know the truth listen, in exchange for how much he can take care of her brother.

Jiang Lao had consciously seen his mind clearly. She could know what such a smart person was. She suddenly got a sense of pride in her heart, prompting her to smile with crooked eyebrows.

Don't blame her for being proud, she is the only one who knows the truth.

Panting for breath, Jiang Jinxing opened the curtain and came in. Seeing Jiang Lao's eyes smiling, he thought he was laughing at him, and sat down angrily, "What's funny? I won."

Jiang Lao narrowed his smile, Wu Que followed Jiang Jinxing in, and bowed to Rong Ming and said, "Through the three tricks of the young man, the young man has practiced martial arts well."

Jiang Jinxing also knew that he had won disgrace, drinking tea, hesitating and adding, "I am getting younger, and I will let him do three tricks in the future."

There was a sweet and greasy chestnut scent in the air. Jiang Jinxing smelled the scent and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Rong Ming: "Not sweet."

Jiang Jinxing gave a contemptuous "tsk", and he didn't believe it very much, so he reached for it.

Rong Ming folded the folding fan in his hand, and knocked the fan bones on Jiang Jinxing's sneaky fingers, "How do you learn your homework?"

"Stingy, not just a few chestnuts." Jiang Jinxing muttered, looking away, his eyes full of guilty conscience, and seeing Rong Ming as if asking him about his homework, he was scared to hide beside Jiang Lao, "Sister, Sister, You can see that I have passed this skill. I have learned very well. I promise that I will go to Jiangzhou and I will not be able to do any homework, so you can help me ask for it. Will it be successful?"

Jiang Lao didn't eat his set very much, and handed him the chestnuts he had peeled in his hand. Jiang Jinxing didn't pick it up, and shouted to A sister in a squishy way, with a soft cry.

Jiang Lao was finally soft-hearted and said, "I'll help you ask questions tomorrow."

If he really didn't learn his homework well, even if she interceded, he would not be able to pass that level.

"Sister, I will buy you the best jewelry of the whole Jokhang!" Jiang Jinxing struggled, got what he wanted, and left happily. Jiang Lao looked back, Rong Ming leaned on the back of the chair, folding fan propped his half crooked head. , A pair of expensive and lazy looks.

When he cast her gaze, his thin lips opened slightly, and his tone was calm and calm, but there was a bit of resentment in his expression that was left out in the cold.

He whispered: "You do love your brother."

Jiang Lao grasped the temperament of this person, knowing that he used to verbally speak soft words, he was probably under the knife in his heart.

Just eat the jealousy of others, her brother...not so much.

"This is my brother."

She replied softly and approached him.

Rong Chen took advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand to draw her to his eyes. As soon as he lowered his head, he buried his head in her arms.

Seeing them close, Ming Shao hurriedly drove the black magpie out together.

The sullen sound of the falling curtain made Jiang Lao's ears become thin red, and he pushed his head in annoyance, "It's changed outside."

No matter what she said, Rong Chen obeyed his own will, but tightened her waist, "If you have another brother, you will love him so much?"

Jiang Lao didn't know where his weird and childish question came from, but she thought about it for a while and nodded, "Naturally it is."

She changed: "If it's a younger sister, it's the same."

Rong Ming let out a low laugh, he raised his head, raised his face, with a smile on his lips, he looked a little bit of youthfulness, two sharp teeth, bright and cute eyes, he shouted, "Sister A." "

The voice is as deep as ice.

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment, and then, his cheeks and ears were immediately covered with blush, "You...you..."

She couldn't find a word to describe it for a long while, saying that he was not ashamed, and that he was shameless, and it was a bit wrong.

It’s really like a bridge in a script. I met a poor passer-by during the night, who kindly led the way but was led into the gutter by the other person, only to find that asking passers-by came to ask for directions. The question was uneasy and kind.

Jiang Lao pushed Rong Ming's face, "How can you bully people like this."

Rong Ming remained untouched, still touching his face in Jiang Lao's arms affectionately, looking up at her with a pair of beautiful and moist eyes.

He laughed with anger, and risked his death to call his sister. Jiang Lao was angry, raised his hand to cover his mouth, Rong Zhao finally changed to a serious face, grabbed her wrist, and rubbed his long fingers.

He followed her motion of covering his mouth, kissed the palm of her hand, and while kissing, he raised his eyes and stared at her.

With his thin lips pressed against the palm of her hand, he slowly said, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law are very old, don't embarrass them, you always want to have a few younger brothers and sisters in your heart, just love me."

The shopkeeper from outside came to Ming Shao. Jiang Lao heard the voice of their conversation. The shop was closed. She used her other hand to reach the arm tied behind her waist and pushed it, "The shopkeeper should be here to give I send today's accounts, you let go."

"The maid will hold it, don't worry, I am free today, and I will take care of the accounts." Rong Chen liked to watch Jiang Lao look helpless with him, smile comfortably, with lazy bad energy." Year after year, he said he would love me, why don’t you want to stay with me for a while?"

Jiang Lao: "..." She seemed to be lying about her husband who left her wife in the deep bosom when she said that she was going to return home on time.

"love you."

She is not good at talking about love, and she blushes first when she speaks two words.

Rong Chen looked at her lazily, knowing that he was bad, but her attitude was the same as before. He buried his face in Jiang Lao's arms and murmured like a child, "Your brother can't buy the best jewelry in all of Da Zhao's. The best I make is the best, isn't it?"

Jiang Lao suspected that if she said no, he would not let go.

He looked down and saw that he was raising his head in her arms, with smiling brows and eyes, looking like he was waiting.

Jiang Lao nodded helplessly on his forehead, "With me, what you do is the best."

Rong Ming was satisfied and let go of his hand.

...

Jiang Jinxing is indulging in having fun, and has fallen a lot in his homework. Even if Jiang Lao intercedes, Jiang Siye will not allow him to go out of Beijing.

But he finally got what he wanted.

Rong Ming invited him a Confucian student from the Imperial College to make up lessons for him in private. Jiang Jinxing was thinking about going out to play in Beijing. After hanging the beam for half a month, he finally managed to pass the test, and obtained the approval of the Fourth Master.

He was very grassy. Yesterday, he remembered that Rong Lu was bullying his sister and wanted to find justice. Today, Rong Lu has benefited from here, and Rong Lu has become his good brother-in-law again. Before leaving Beijing, he changed a lot of attention. Said to Jiang Lao who came to see him off, be nice to brother-in-law.

Jiang Lao smiled and said in his heart, if it wasn't for his brother-in-law who wanted him to go far, how would he help him ask for a make-up class?

Rong Zhao was busy with official duties and did not personally come to deliver him. When he returned home, he asked Jiang Lao: "Your brother has set off?"

Jiang Lao gripped the little gadget in his hand, a little absent-minded, and nodded Xu Xu.

Rong Lu looked at her, and after a long while, he turned into a smile again, "But he is gone, there is nothing around him, and a younger brother and sister?"

"There is no shortage...!" Jiang Lao was a little scared when he thought of the tone he used to call her sister that day. Jiao, the skill of acting like a baby is getting better and better every day.

There is nothing wrong with being pet and coquettish.

It's just that the air volume is so small.

At that time she was talking to her brother, and he was silent, peeling chestnuts, seemingly focused, but listening to everything, remembering in his heart, waiting for the settlement.

Meanie.

She shrank her hand and put the little thing she was holding into her sleeve.

I planned to give it to him today, so I don't have to change it.

It was a pocket-sized sword spike, with tassels hanging under the acacia knot. Her hands are not very coincidental. She has been doing it for more than a month, and out of a dozen, she picked the best looking one.

Right now, I have to pick a day, and give it to him when he is really good.

The sky was dark in the afternoon, and the north wind passed through the hall, blowing the sycamore leaves in the yard, and the sound of the wind whimpered.

There was an urgent call from the palace, Xuan Rongzhen entered the palace.

Jiang Lao didn't answer the order with Rong Chen, and Rong Chen never kept her from her. After hearing the news, he came to the front hall to look at it. He did not show up but was behind the screen and heard it all.

When the palace people left, Rong Zhen stood in the hall for a while, and walked around behind the screen.

When Jiang Lao arrived, he didn't say hello to Rong Ming, but he knew she was there.

He placed his chin gently on Jiang Lao's shoulder, breathing softly, and his voice was soft, and said, "Father's illness is getting worse."

Jiang Lao knew that he didn't have any kindness, so he knew that what he wanted at this time was not comfort.

But his sigh sounded uneasy again.

He can only talk about the relationship between father and son with the present-day saint. What can make him uneasy?

She squinted her eyes slightly and looked outside. The sky was blue in early autumn, and the air was full of the fragrance of early-flowering osmanthus, but she smelled a bit of change and intrigue atmosphere.

When Rong Chen left the house, she hurried to catch up, holding the sword ear that had not been sent out a few days ago in her hand, and hung it on the saber around his waist.

Rong Ming bowed his head, raised his eyebrows slightly when he raised his head, looking at Jiang Lao, he seemed confused.

In fact, it was a lovesick, a woman who gave a lover to a lover, but Jiang Lao couldn't say the word lovesick. It was sunny and day, nonsense, "This is a peaceful knot."

Rong Ming glanced down. He read a lot of pictures in order to make her a hairpin. He knew what the knot was, but he just pretended not to know.

She is often careless, and when she should be delicate, she is more careful than anyone else.

Rong Lu smiled, raised his hand and squeezed Jiang Lao's white cheeks, "I just went to the palace, why are you nervous?"

Jiang Lao grabbed the corner of his clothes, stood on tiptoe, and said to his ear, "I said, you are the way I chose."

Rong Chen was silent, bent down slightly, bowed his head and waited for her to say something.

Jiang Lao considers himself shallow and can't say anything that sounds loud and loud, so he mumbles two useless nonsense to him, "No matter where you want to go, I will accompany you. Do not look back."