I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao was taken aback for a moment.

Although he had a straight face, Jiang Lao joined the two sentences together, and after thinking about it, he felt like he was saying that her wish was his, the same...

Can he be so generous when he was a teenager?

This is a little different from the man in her dreams who must report to her.

She lowered her head and wrote on the light paper of the Kong Ming Lantern, with the small vermilion pen tip, the ink smudged on the rice paper, and the writing was crooked.

The Kongming Lantern ignited again, and this time, calmly and smoothly ascended into the air.

Jiang Lao smiled and turned around and said to Rong Ming, "I am not greedy this time. The wish I wrote is to pray for the peace of my family and you."

At the moment when Rong Ming saw her bright smile, his eyelids drooped down.

Suddenly I understood where the inexplicable place was.

She smiled at him, that's right.

Only smiling at him is right.

This can suppress the anxiety in his heart.

Jiang Lao watched the Kongming lantern disappear into small golden dots, and said with joy, "Let's go guess the riddles together."

At this moment, there was a voice beside him, "Isn't this Miss Jiang?"

The old doctor in the hospital was beside them.

He glanced at Jiang Lao and Rong Ming.

Although Rong Chen was wearing a mask, the old doctor treated him, saw the wheelchair, and recognized him at a glance.

He looked at Jiang Lao and then at Rong Ming, as if he had fulfilled a certain guess in his heart, a ridiculous smile suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "Ms. Jiang, and your favorite young man, come to set the lantern. Is it?"

The local folklore in Yecheng is a little different from Jinling. There are not so many rules and regulations, especially in the relationship between men and women. In fact, the folkway is open, love and hate are both very frank and upright. Some girls are more courageous than boys, and when they see someone they like, they will even stop at a festival like the Spring Festival, and say bluntly that I want to marry you.

On the Suzaku Bridge, most of them are in pairs.

"The girl may not know something. If you set this lantern together with the person you like, your wish will be more easily realized." The old doctor smiled, "I wish you Miss Jiang, everything will come true."

The old doctor's old voice was very penetrating in the noisy people around, making Jiang Lao's ears tremble.

Knowing that he had misunderstood the relationship between Rong Ming and her just like last time.

A flush rose on her cheek in a panic, "No..."

"Last time you told me that he was not your fiance,

But now it seems that it will be soon, right? "She has a small voice, and was suppressed by the noisy people around. The old doctor didn't hear it, so she said on her own." It is a rare occasion for young couples to come and be with you. If you have the opportunity, you should let the old man taste your wedding candy. "

Jiang Lao: "..."

I couldn't wash it out when I jumped into the river.

After the old doctor left, she dropped her eyes and her eyelashes trembled.

I don't know if the old doctor's remarks just now will let Rong Ming listen to him, feeling that she has touched his mold when she talks about her relationship with him.

She proved herself innocent, "Don't listen to what the old doctor said, he has misunderstood."

Rong Ming drooped his eyelids.

Sure enough, she only had sympathy and pity for him.

…

"His Majesty."

Empress Jiahe stepped into Emperor Zhaowu’s bedroom, and the maid behind her was holding a soup pot. “I heard that your Majesty is entangled in government affairs and has never been out. The concubine asked the Imperial Dining Room to make some Chentang, so that your majesty can replenish his body and wake up. Remind."

Emperor Zhaowu was tired, and raised his head from a table of memorials.

The queen pressed her shoulders closely, and said softly: "Why is there so much backlog of memorials?"

Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "The flood situation in Nanzhang is difficult to determine, and there are more reports."

The queen bowed her eyes respectfully, "Now there are three princes who have weak crowns. Your Majesty shouldn't let them share some of them for you."

She deliberately let the four princes of her own party hold more power, but she cleverly mentioned the other princes together, appearing fair and just, and concealing her selfishness.

Emperor Zhaowu contemplated for a moment, "Not for the time being."

As a result, he was in his prime of life, and he couldn't change the time to entrust government affairs to his son.

Secondly, he has never tried to hand over political affairs to his son.

But the eldest children were not calm enough, but impetuous. They only wanted to compete and compete, and secretly there were some movements that made each other stumbling.

Insufficient success is really annoying.

I don't know if there is anyone in the prince who hasn't grown up who can be so capable and calm to satisfy him.

Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu was a little impatient, Empress Jiahe stopped mentioning it.

Only very intimately, silently kneading his sore shoulder blades for Emperor Zhaowu.

Emperor Zhaowu has always used her gentle technique, her eyes are pleasant, and her husband's tenderness has been added. She asked the 17th prince, "Is the 17th now practicing arrows?"

Hearing his initiative to ask Xiao Seventeen, Jiahe Queen was delighted.

On the other hand, he remembered that she had left for Emperor Zhaowu. Just before he had trained him about the laziness of the seventeenth prince, there was an anxious feeling of hatred for iron and steel. He suppressed it, stabilized his mind, and replied: "I've been practicing. Instead of being upset by what happened last time, he wants to practice well, saying he wants to show his father."

"It's a pity that your majesty is busy in government affairs, and I couldn't see Xiao Shiqi practicing arrows with his own eyes. Before he practiced his arrows, he always looked at the portraits of his majesty hunting when he was young. He rolled his lips and smiled, "But at his immature age, he wants to have the heroic appearance of his father, according to his concubine, it's not easy."

With this remark, she praised Xiao Shiqi and Zhaowu Emperor. She was waiting for Emperor Zhaowu to return to her, but she heard him say, "Let Xiao Seventeen’s ninety brother teach him, than look at my portrait, It's much better. Xiao Jiu's archery skills may not be as good as I was back then."

With an arrow in her heart, the queen tapped her fingers in her palms and squeezed her hands, but her eyes were clear, "It's a pity that Xiao Jiu is not in the palace now. Xiao Jiu..."

"The concubine has raised him for thirteen years. During this year, he was not with the concubine, the concubine..."

She choked, as if she was overwhelmed with sadness, and couldn't say anything.

"I also miss Xiao Jiu." Emperor Zhaowu patted her back to soothe her, "When he recovers from his leg injury, he will naturally come back."

The queen pretended to wipe tears.

It took her so much effort to send Rong Zhao out of Jinling. If he came back, her mind would be destroyed.

She was afraid that she would vomit to vomit blood, suspecting that God was doing the right thing with her.

There won't be that day.

She comforted herself in her heart.

Emperor Zhaowu wanted to mention that he had sent someone to pick up Rong Ming, so that he could see with his own eyes how he recovered from his injury.

Seeing her so sad, she suddenly had other plans.

Pity her motherly, take Rong Zhao back directly, tell her again, give her a surprise.

…

At the lantern riddles stand, guess once with three copper plates.

If the prize for guessing the right lantern riddle is put on sale directly, Jiang Lao may not be interested, but once it becomes a reward for guessing the right lantern riddle, it makes her feel interesting.

want to.

She changed a bag full of copper plates, stopped in front of the Lantern Riddles booth, and sat down excitedly.

Behind him, Rong Wei's wheelchair and her bench were staggered by half a step, his shoulders were broad, and there was a crowd of people behind him, and the corners of pedestrians' clothing occasionally swept Rong Wei's body.

Rong Chen's eyes turned gloomy.

He suppressed the impatience in his heart, endured it, and separated the little girl rushing to the riddle booth from the crowd behind the booth.

Jiang Lao is a veteran of the lantern riddle booth.

Only before, during the Spring Festival, she had to guess all the riddles on the stall before she was willing to go home.

It was told that Siye Jiang had to set a rule for her that she had to go home only before Xu Shi, even during the festival.

This time I saw the Lantern Riddles booth at the Spring Festival in Yecheng. Jiang Lao had been itching all the time. After getting off the Zhuque Bridge, he rushed to the Lantern Riddles booth.

She first spent thirty copper plates and drew ten winning lots. The difficulty was medium. She was about to open one of them. Under the candlelight on the opposite side, a gentle and smiling voice came over.

"Miss Jiang, meet again."

Jiang Rao raised his eyes and saw Yang Xiuzhu, but his eyes were drawn to the person next to him.

A pretty-looking girl, like Yang Xiuzhu, has Ruifeng eyes with thin eyelids. She looks a bit similar, but her eyes are angry. When she looks at her, she is angry.

Jiang Lao felt a little strange.

This kind of spiteful malice was placed directly on her face, and it was almost impossible to express it directly to her.

See you for the first time obviously.

But the other party did nothing, so she lowered her head and continued to play her own anagrams.

If people do not offend themselves, they will not offend others for the time being.

Yang Qi'an was full of anger.

Jiang Lao put on a mask on her face, and she couldn't see her expression.

Seeing that she didn't put her in her eyes at all, it was completely different from the noble ladies of Yecheng who were surrounded by her and praised her. For the first time, Yang Qi'an was so annoyed by this kind of coldness, and his anger burned vigorously. Shout to the boss, "I want ten riddles too."

She looked at the mask on Jiang Lao's face and pursed her lips in discomfort.

It's ugly.

The mask is ugly, maybe the face underneath is also terribly ugly.

The boss recognized Yang Qi'an, "Yeah, isn't this a talented girl?"

Yang Qi'an raised his chin triumphantly, and hummed in Jiang Lao's direction.

Yang Xiuzhu twisted his eyebrows and reprimanded: "You are safer."

Seeing her complacent, as if she really thought she was brilliant.

Others don’t know, he knows best as an elder brother, just the little ink in his sister’s belly, how can he support the title of a talented woman?

People here call her like this, half of which is because of his face, and the other half is because of his father's face.

It has nothing to do with her.

Yang Qi'an was even more dissatisfied. He felt that his brother's soul was hooked off by the person wearing the mask on the opposite side. He pointedly and said loudly, "This lantern riddle can't be guessed by anyone."

Jiang Lao: "..."

I want to change stalls.

It's noisy to the eyes.

With patience, she finished ten signs on her hand and handed it to the boss.

After all, she is a veteran, she knows all the routines of positive and negative, and she can solve the mystery very quickly.

Rong Ming is with her

Behind her, watching her solve one mystery after another, the expression on her face became proud and smug.

It's more alive than when you're alone with him.

very beautiful…

Seeing that the mystery in Jiang Lao's hand was solved by her without any urgency, Yang Qi'an's face became stiff.

She switched to the first riddle of paper in her hand, and she had no thoughts at all. Seeing that Jiang Lao had solved it long ago, she became more anxious.

The more anxious, the more blank the brain.

What she said just now was like moving a rock and hitting her own foot.

She sweated anxiously and turned to Yang Xiuzhu next to her, "Brother, help me."

Yang Xiuzhu looked at Jiang Lao with a stunning gaze, ignored Yang Qi'an, and said coldly: "Since she is a talented woman, she will solve it by herself."

Yang Qi'an was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the hole and let it go. Annoyed with the word Sichuan on his eyebrows, he shouted towards Jiang Lao's back: "What's so great about winning the lottery. He has the ability to solve the most difficult first lottery!" "

Jiang Lao was about to leave, and he was provoked five times by a stranger. No matter how good his temper, he would feel defeated.

She is also very much loved at home. She was not a person who would let others squeeze and bully her. She turned around and said, "Boss, I want the first lottery."

But when he signs in, Jiang Lao's intestines are a little blue.

The veteran will also overturn the car.

This sign is so difficult.

A trace of embarrassment and embarrassment rose on her face.

The other Yang Qi'an keenly captured the changes in her expression, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. His heart was very happy, and the corners of his lips curled up, "What, won't it?"

At this moment, there were two hands that stretched out from Jiang Lao's back and took the note from her.

Jiang Lao turned his head back, and the cold voice behind him sounded at the same time, "Qing Cheng."

The stall owner gave a high-five and admired him, and looked at Rong Chen, "I have put this first lottery here for a few years and no one has guessed it correctly. The young boy is the first one, amazing."

Yang Qi'an choked. She was dissatisfied with the result, patted the table bitterly, and said straight to Jiang Lao: "This is not your own guess, what a skill!"

But I heard the boy in the wheelchair faintly said, "She taught me."