I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The white cat pomegranate sprang out of her arms, her head was imprisoned, and her lips were lightly touched.

Things that have never been experienced before, or even appeared in imagination, just happen suddenly for no reason.

Jiang Lao looks like a bunny with four legs tied up, and the tips of his white ears are scared to a shivering pink.

She stretched out her hand, trying to push him away.

The person on the opposite side seemed to be aware of her intentions, and pressed one of her hands before she moved.

The other hand buckled the back of her head tighter, and the action was a bit fierce.

He bit her lower lip with resentment.

Do whatever you want without restraint.

pain.

Jiang Lao was sober.

She didn't know where to get her strength, she took out her hand, pushed him forward, and broke free and took a step back.

She raised her hand, wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand, tears in her eyes.

No wonder it hurts so much.

Was bitten.

The drunk who could only bite, raised his eyes blankly at this moment.

His facial features that became more sophisticated and glamorous with age were a little hazy in the cold air of the cool night.

In the narrow and long phoenix eyes, there is still the same ferociousness as the little wolf cub just now, and a bit dumbfounded.

Would she push him away in the dream?

His face sank, white as frost.

But the lip color was more reddish and fresher than ever before, like a fairy.

Jiang Lao looked at his thin lips that were so fresh and moist as if they were secretly smearing a woman's mouth fat, and pressed her own slightly painful lips, feeling resentful.

Drunkard.

If it weren't for his warm body and a real living person, she would really wonder if this was a fairy who had come to steal her spirit.

She wiped her lips twice. The girl who has not been out of the cabinet is so frivolous, and she has very good reasons to give him a slap.

Even if this matter is let her father know...

She can burn paper money on his grave next year.

But she didn't slap his face in the end.

It wasn't that I didn't want to care about it, but because the rat's squeaking sound suddenly sounded in the courtyard, which continuously disturbed people and attracted Jiang Lao's attention.

After the evil cat Pomegranate caught the gap and escaped from her arms, he swished to the foot of the wall to catch the mouse.

The big white cat is a flexible fat man, and soon he squeezed a mouse.

But at the same time it was also held back by Jiang Suo.

Concubine Yun Gui told Jiang Lao, pomegranate, and a male cat. His only hobby is to catch mice.

But if it eats a rat one day, it will linger like a dead cat in the remaining half a month, unable to get up.

Jiang Lao hugged the pomegranate aside, not allowing it to eat mice.

The little mouse escaped by luck and quickly escaped.

Pomegranate got angry and jumped out of Jiang Lao's arms, her plump body leaned into the shadow of the wall, puffed up, her back turned to Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao wanted to coax it. Biting her lip, the slight pain on her lower lip reminded her all of a sudden that it was this evil cat who stole her coat tonight and Sa Yazi ran around and brought her here.

The culprit.

Stop coaxing.

She turned to look at the drunk who was sitting on the bluestone steps, and tightened her delicate brows.

Regardless of how he suddenly appeared here, a person who was ill and taking medicine would dare to drink?

Jiang Lao didn't notice it, and in the blink of an eye, she wouldn't be mad at him for her frivolousness at all.

Also forgot to care.

Because of his drinking behavior, he was so angry.

He didn't want his legs anymore, but she asked for the medicine, so she didn't agree.

She took away Rong Ming's wine jar and said fiercely, "You are not allowed to drink in the future."

The small courtyard staggered, four or five empty altars.

How much did he drink?

Rong Ming opened his panic eyes, "Uncomfortable."

"Don't drink alcohol if you are uncomfortable."

"But you don't want me."

Rong Wei sat there blankly, with a fragile and pitiful expression on his face.

Suddenly, he said, "Then I will ignore you either."

After speaking, he turned his head and sulked against the wall.

The body seemed to live in another soul of the white cat sulking at the foot of the wall.

The back is bulging.

Jiang Lao looked at the two backs of one big and the other facing her, and couldn't help being full of question marks.

These two guys...

One ruined her clothes and made her feet hurt after chasing, and the other bit her.

She is the person who has been wronged the most. Why are these two wronged?

Jiang Lao wanted to walk around Rong Zhao to see how he became drunk.

But you can't favor one another, you also have to deal with pomegranates.

She wanted to pick up the pomegranate first, and then take care of him.

Rong Chen heard the rustling sound behind him, thinking that she was leaving again, full of sorrow, and a headache with anger.

Jiang Lao lifted his foot, and saw that the man in front of him who turned his back toward her in a suffocated breath, suddenly turned his head back quickly.

The corner of her sleeve was gently pulled, and she lowered her head to see that slender fingers were on the corner of her sleeve, hooking and hooking.

The thin bones are tight, the lines are sharp, and they tremble slightly.

There is nothing on the boy's face

The expression changed to the one that was wronged.

But in a fierce tone, he said fiercely, "You are not allowed to go."

"I care about you again," he said.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, and his trembling fingers revealed his emotions.

Don't save face and beg her, "Don't go."

...

Jiang Lao felt that his spine might have been fed to the dog.

As soon as he acted like a baby with that beautiful face, she lost all anger.

Shameful, shameful, shameful.

But who can resist a beautiful boy who can act like a baby...

Jiang Lao couldn't resist it.

Feed the dog if you are spineless.

Following the strength of Rong Chen's cuff, he looked down at Rong Chen, "When did I ignore you?"

The white cat sulking at the foot of the wall, with a cute face and fat body, was robbed of the limelight by Rong Ming, and was forgotten at the foot of the wall. He continued to squat there, the back of the wall facing the wall bleak and lonely. Fat is cute, but nobody cares.

Rong Ming's voice was hoarse, "Yecheng, you left without saying a word."

Jiang Lao twisted his eyebrows, "I am walking in a hurry, but my father said, I will find someone to tell you."

"They said, you will never come back again."

Speak truth after drinking.

When Jiang Lao heard this, his brow furrowed deeper.

The problem is with the message.

"The transmission of the message was wrong. My aunt was sick, so I rushed back to Jinling. My dad took me and my brother out of the city overnight, and didn't give me time to talk to you face to face. But I plan to wait until my aunt gets well. , I will continue to go back to accompany you."

As Jiang Lao was talking, he suddenly aroused a tremor in his heart, "Then you, did you return to Jinling just to find me?"

Rong Zhen answered vaguely "um".

The line of sight slipped, sweeping her thin wrist.

I couldn't control myself, I wanted to create a pair of golden shackles, locked and closed, and I wouldn't leave him again.

He clasped her sleeves and quietly gathered her wrists, bit by bit, adding more strength.

Hearing her "hiss" sound, she withdrew her hand again, feeling timid.

Whenever his extremely gloomy thoughts occupy all of his mind, his whole head hurts.

Thinking of how she hurts, my heart hurts too.

Jiang Lao rubbed his wrists, only to feel that he was drunk, not serious, thinking that he had just returned to Jinling just to find her, and he couldn't get angry at all.

Seeing him down again, the black pupils looked a little red because of the bloodshot eyes. From the mood, they really looked more and more like the puppy raised by her grandfather and grandmother.

Her year

When Ji was young, the puppy always stuck to her and didn't leave for half a step.

Probably people who are sick are particularly vulnerable and want to be close to the one who is good to him.

Jiang Lao said, "I said I would stay with you until your legs get better, and I will stay with you until the day you really get better."

Rong Ming's eyelids are drooping, his body is full of alcohol, and his heart is depressed.

Coax him outside the dream, and coax him in the dream.

He just wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe it so many times to coax him. Even if he was dreaming, he was out of breath when he heard her explanation.

But instead of being very angry, I won't be angry when I'm coaxed.

Every time he got a headache, he had an instinct that he didn't know where it came from. When she locked her up, she would blame him and hate him, and one day, she would leave him completely and never find it again.

He will not let this happen.

But he wants to be valuable to her.

If it is valuable, it will not be abandoned.

"Year, you have everything." He hooked her sleeves again and whispered, "But I have nothing."

He wanted to show her the whole world.

But his whole world was given by her.

He has nothing.

He murmured in a low voice, his brows couldn't be stretched, and he hid the dark thoughts in his heart to death. On the surface, he looked guilty.

Jiang Lao glanced at the Shouhuai Palace. She didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but she also felt that the palace was too cold and cold.

He lived in a dilapidated wooden house in Yecheng. When he returned to the palace, he lived in a haunted palace.

But looking at his appearance, he doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.

Or get used to it.

Everywhere is a pitiful little bullied.

Didn't do anything wrong, but fate was too bad.

Jiang Lao sighed, and the disgust in her heart for Jiahe Empress almost reached the extreme. She was in the palace and heard what the palace ladies said.

Rong Chen referred to them as a wicked child with a stubborn nature. On the contrary, his nominal mother, the Queen Jiahe, had exhausted his mind to raise the evil child into a human-like good mother.

She was eating and dressing harshly, and some court ladies and eunuchs also knew it, but in their eyes, this was just a tough method that should be used to lead a bad boy to the right path.

The one who really did evil earned a good reputation, but the poor worm who was bullied was a villain in the eyes of others.

Jiang Lao understood why her aunt always wanted to tear the mask on Queen Jiahe's face with her teeth and claws.

She also wants to show her teeth and claws.

...

After drinking, he sprinkled a drunkard, holding her sleeves

After a long time, it became quieter and quieter.

Jiang Lao waited until he fell asleep, moved him back to the house, and wiped his face clean.

The similar scene again seemed to be the night when he was seriously ill in Yecheng.

Since he is back, Jiang Lao is not in a hurry to return to Yecheng.

He didn't even rush back to Jiang Mansion anymore.

I always feel that if he is left alone in the palace, he will be bullied by others.

Looking at the boy's face in his sleep.

Jiang Lao frowned.

In the end, he changed his hand and patted his face very lightly.

It was a slap in the face.

He should be revenge for biting her.

When he wakes up from alcohol tomorrow, maybe he doesn't remember anything, and he won't care about anything at that time.

After avenging his revenge, Jiang Lao clapped his hands.

It would be nice if he had forgotten, she would not say anything.

Just treat it as it didn't happen.

Holding the pomegranate in his arms, Jiang Lao left Shouhuai Palace.

...

When he was sober, Rong Chen's black head was gone.

There was a sense of decadence in his drunken face.

He stood up with his painful forehead, as if recalling something, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Everything I dreamed of last night was really absurd.

All of them were dreams developed according to his fantasy, even better than he had thought.

Rong Ming raised his hand to press his thin lips, and pressed it.

He touched his cheek again and frowned suspiciously.

But the dream last night was not as real as a dream.

There was alcohol in the courtyard, and when Si Ying and Huaiqing stepped into the Shouhuai Palace in the early morning, they frowned.

The serving master is not only a handicapped person, but also a completely resigned fate, so decadent and frustrated that he drank his sorrows through wine, and with this kind of master, there really is no future at all.

Hearing the movement in the room, Si Ying said in annoyance: "You go in and wait, I don't like the alcohol."

Huai Qing was unwilling to serve, but he clearly did what the next person should do. He glanced at Si Ying unhappily and walked in by himself.

But even if Rong Chen was drunk, he was unwilling to call people close to him.

He lowered his head, fastened the buttons on his clothes, and slowly asked, "Who was there in the palace last night?"

Huaiqing stood far away and replied, "Last night the master told us to go back, but we didn't come all night. When we came back at Mao's time, we didn't see anyone."

They don't want to stay in the gloomy yard during the day, let alone at night.

If you have the opportunity to wait, naturally you won't wait for an hour.

Rong Ming's eyes darkened.

At this moment, Si Ying smiled and greeted a person coming in.

Si Ying was followed by a court lady carrying soup. He stepped in the door and said, "Master, from the Shuxiang Palace, here is a hangover soup for you."