I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao said: "Mr. Yan accepts a disciple every three years. Even if he occasionally sees amazing talents, there will be exceptions. Up to now, there are only more than ten disciples."

Yan Nan was looking for the most prestigious scholar among the scholars, and Emperor Zhaowu would give him a bit of face, so many people wanted to be his own disciple.

As a pro-disciple of Yan Nanxun, as long as he passed the literary examination during the imperial examination, there was almost no possibility of failing during the palace examination.

"Among Mr. Yan's disciples, there is a cousin named Pei Songyu who is my cousin far away. When he came to Jinling from his hometown to participate in the spring test of Bailu Academy that year, he had a dispute with the coachman on the way and missed the spring test. My father wrote a letter of recommendation and had a face-to-face meeting with Mr. Yan. Instead, he was admitted as Mr. Yan's own disciple."

Although her father is idle, not self-motivated, and sloppy when he was young, he is drunk and playful, but he is not a idiot without real learning and practical talent, and he has a lot of contacts in Beijing.

Yan Nanxun is her father's classmate friend.

Although the two people quarreled when they met, Yan Nan tried to spoil her father's calligraphy and painting, and her father spoiled Yan's hard-to-find articles and devalued each other, but they were indeed good friends.

When she was a child, she blushed because she watched the two meet, and was angry at Yan Nanxun who scolded her father. But her mother told her that it is not necessarily a friend who smiles when they meet, and it is not necessarily an enemy who is noisy when they meet.

Yan Nanxun and his dad, the same classmates in the academy for six years, have exchanged fateful friendships.

Yan Nanxun would definitely read the letter of recommendation written by her father, and would definitely find the time to meet the person her father recommended.

"I can think of a way to ask my father to write you a letter of recommendation, but this is just a chance to meet Mr. Yan. Whether it can work, it depends on you."

...

Jiang Lao went back to Jiang Mansion.

Pour water for Jiang Siye's tea, pinch his shoulders and beat his back.

At first, Jiang Siye had a cold face and ignored this "little unfilial girl", thinking in his heart that she was so diligent that she must have something to ask for.

But he couldn't bear to change it. He just took this set, and soon his face became uncontrollable, and he refused to let his daughter get tired, and said, "Okay, don't beat my shoulders, just tell me what you want."

"I want daddy to write for my daughter."

Si Ye raised his eyebrows slightly.

His handwriting is at someone else’s, and it’s worth a lot of money, but the son and daughter of his family are not so rare if he sees a lot of him writing. Why do you suddenly want his handwriting today?

But for this small request, Siye Jiang quickly agreed. He picked up the wolf pen on the pen and put a little bit on the polisher that Jiang Lao had just researched, "What's the word?"

Rusty, Jiang Lao took out a piece of letter paper that had already been written on, and said, "Write these words."

Siye Jiang glanced at it.

The beard was frowning again with anger.

This little guy squeezed his shoulders and helped him to grind. The original plan in his heart was to serve him well, and then let him write a letter of recommendation to Rong Chen.

"Father." Jiang Lao called to him softly, "You always cherish talents, haven't you?"

"I'm cherishing talent." But Fourth Master Jiang shook his head. "It's not easy for him to live, so how can he have any talent?"

Jiang Lao took out another piece of paper.

"Daddy look at this?"

Si Ye Jiang looked at her sleeve in shock.

How much does she hide

"This is a poetic theory written by the Ninth Prince." Jiang Lao said.

She and her father have the same concerns.

Rong Chen's situation in the palace, if someone told her that he had not been enlightened, she would not be surprised.

But let Rong Chen write Zhang Shilun to her, but her eyes are bright.

...

Siye Jiang took it and looked at it, but he was silent for a long time, and said for a long time, "This word is beautifully written."

He has always only been provocative about the characters written by others, and it is already a rare admiration when converted to look good.

Regarding the content, Jiang Siye said in all fairness, there was no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't write such things.

I just don't know where the Nine Princes read so many books.

Jiang Lao was relieved. He felt that it would be safe to ask his father to help write a letter of recommendation, and he heard Jiang Siye say: "I can write a letter of recommendation."

Such talents are, indeed, a pity that they are buried.

He has traveled outside for a few years, and he feels more and more regretful for those students who have no chance to be appreciated. It is not that they are not talented enough, but that their life is not good, and there is no chance of getting ahead. pity.

"My dad really is so tall and wise." Jiang Lao immediately started blowing her dad.

"But don't be too happy, you have to promise me a condition."

Siye Jiang felt that his daughter had been thinking almost entirely on the Ninth Prince in recent days.

If this continues, even if there is no feeling, one will have to cultivate feelings.

He glanced at Jiang Lao.

Even if I don't want to admit it, my daughter does grow up day by day, and she has reached the age of getting married soon.

It's time to show her husband and son-in-law.

But as soon as the word his daughter's husband-in-law popped out of his mind, he wanted to roll up his sleeves and hit someone if he didn't know who it was.

The blind date must be slowed down first.

At least wait for him to put Jinling

Those stinky boys in the city have all investigated, find out what he thinks is suitable, and then let his daughter see each other.

There was no arrangement for the blind date for his daughter, so he was blocked by Jiang Siye himself.

He thought to himself, why not think of a way first so that his daughter is too busy to take care of the nine princes.

He had an idea and looked at Jiang Lao, "Every year, you are now grown up."

Jiang Lao didn't know why, but nodded.

Jiang Siye said: "There are several shops by the Qinhuai River that belong to us. They have been handed over to your uncle for help in the past few years after being away from Jinling. Now that we are back, the shops should be moved back to our own hands. Since you are free every day, you might as well run a shop and make some money for your family."

After speaking, he was very pleased, letting his daughter run the shop and lose money to make money. He didn't care about it. The most important thing is that he must tell his daughter to have no time to take care of the affairs of the Nine Princes!

Jiang Lao: What's the sense of relief that her father's face can finally make some money for him when his daughter grows up?

But the eyes were bright, Xiao Caifan said in a tone, "Father, does the money that I earn belong to me?"

Siye Jiang is a fan of the landlord's spending money on her daughters. "If you lose, you will find the housekeeper and take the money from the treasury to make up for it. If you make a profit, you can deposit it in your small treasury."

When Jiang Lao heard the words, his eyes turned into crooked eyes with a smile, and he was full of joy, "Then I will go to the shop, daddy."

Don't do a business that is profitable without losing money.

There was so much news from the Qinhuai River that she might be able to inquire about something unexpected and useful.

...

Three days later, Rong Ming went out of the palace late at night and had a long conversation with Yan Nanxun all night.

After leaving the palace and returning to the palace, Jiang Lao asked her aunt's prestigious old maid in the palace to make money with her money. Although the people guarding the palace gate, according to the rules, recorded Rong Chao's whereabouts in the entry and exit book, but it will not be easy. Reveal his whereabouts to the second person.

Ye Shao was put on a cold frost, and Rong Ming came out of the academy in the dark, slightly cool sky.

In the distance, the Jiang family's carriage was parked.

He cast his eyes deep, cast it over there, and took a look.

Slowly, stretched his eyebrows. Zhan Yan smiled faintly, the world paled.

In the carriage, holding the heater, Jiang Lao, who had been waiting anxiously, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

In the womb of the seventeenth emperor, Queen Jiahe held a ruler and stood beside the case of the seventeenth emperor.

After dealing with the affairs of the harem today, she stayed by the 17th prince, watching him read and write.

It can be said that the academic work of the seventeenth prince is broken.

Spring Examination at Bailu Academy at the end of March, Xiaoshi

Seven is the age to be able to take the test. Concubine Xian's son and the third prince were originally at the Bailu Academy at the age of twelve. She couldn't call her son later than the queen.

Although Emperor Zhaowu's attention to Rong Chen has made her concealed recently, after Rong Zhao moved to Shouhuai Palace, Emperor Zhaowu resumed his previous posture of no matter what.

Empress Jiahe was a little relieved, Emperor Zhaowu couldn't let a crippled inherit his throne.

It's true that Rong Ming's legs are disabled. That's how the young **** who was just bought should have served him for so long.

She secretly stopped Rong Ming from entering the Bailu Academy for a few years, and this year, he won't even think about it.

Thinking about the grand master who once praised Rong Ming for being smart in front of her, she never forgot, she always felt that Rong Ming was admitted to the Bailu Academy and was willing to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

There is a strong unwillingness to change.

Why, Rong Zhen's mother was just that lowly court lady, Xiao Shiqi's mother was the only one who came out of the door, so why was Rong Zhen born smarter than Xiao Shiqi?

Thinking of the enchanting face of that maid, Jia and Queen could recall the nausea in his heart when he heard Emperor Zhaowu mentioning a maid as his noble concubine.

A humble background, a mother is more expensive than her son, but she can also be a concubine.

In the previous martial arts competition, Emperor Zhaowu saw Rong Chen's ability. If he let Emperor Zhaowu see his nine sons both in civil and martial arts, it would be a good deal.

If she could, she really wanted to kill Rong Chen directly, but every time she was so close!

On the day when he was full of wings, how could that kid who had been indifferent and secretive since childhood, indifferent when he watched people be killed by a stick, and someone died in front of him, would let her and her little seventeen go?

Queen Jiahe felt uneasy.

"Mother concubine, look at the words you wrote." Empress Jiahe, who had been sitting calmly beside Xiao Seventeen, said suddenly.

Xiao Shiqi heard that his body was tight, and his hands were a little trembling.

Queen Jiahe glanced at her, her expression even more gloomy, and took a deep breath, "You..."

The seventeenth princes wrote poems, which are much better than those of their peers.

But Queen Jiahe was holding him, comparing with the best student in Bailu Academy.

"Stretch out your hand." Empress Jiahe held the ruler and hit the left palm of the 17th prince, hitting the palm of the 17th prince three times in a row, the palm of the hand was red, "Compared with your poem, how much is the difference between the poem written by the scholars in the Bailu Academy? "

She hates iron but steel, "I asked you to take the exam at Bailu Academy last year. You had a headache, and the exam was not as good as the children in the village. This year, do you want to shame your mother and concubine?"

"If you can't pass the exam this year, let's not say that my palace will be compared by Concubine Xian. You are even worse than the handicapped!"

"That disabled..." Xiao Seventeen whispered, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Will he go to the spring test?"

"will not."

"Why not let him go, if he fails the exam, wouldn't it make him shame in front of everyone?"

Jia and Queen gritted their teeth with anger.

Rong Lu was too smart when he was a child, and so smart that she was scary. She often asked the maid to go to the Taishi to ask for leave, saying that he was in ill health and locked him in the harem and forbade him to go out to study.

But he didn't expect that he would often sneak out of the palace during the day and night, and ran to the library that was abandoned because of a fire. He hid for a day and stole a lot of books.

The complicated and messy books in the library, for a premature child, it is better to learn more and faster than being taught slowly by the husband in the school with other people.

By the time she found out, it was already a few years later.

...

If Rong Ming is an unconvincing idiot, she will naturally use this opportunity to embarrass him.

But she was afraid that if he got this opportunity, she would squeeze it tightly and sway forward.

The child has always had a brutal force that will not let go when he catches a chance.

Jia and the Queen gave Xiao Shi seven a fierce look, and became more annoyed. He used the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the words he wrote were not as good as Xiao Rongzhu’s practiced by drawing on the soil with a wooden stick. nice.

She said fiercely: "You read your book, you have to learn two more hours today. If you go out to practice arrow, you can't fall into any of the homework. If you perform well, Mr. Yan will have to take another one for himself this year. My disciple, maybe you can do it. As for the disability..."

She tightened her brows, and said bitterly: "You don't have to worry about anything, just concentrate on your homework. The road behind you is protected by my palace. I definitely won't let that crippling block your way."

Now there is Si Ying and her inside and outside.

For Rong Ming, I can't give the slightest chance.

...

The day before the spring test.

Before dinner, Si Ying had been waiting at the place where the maid who came to deliver the meal must pass. When she came, he cut it off, carried the meal in person, and walked back.

He walked to a corner that was not easy to be seen, looked at no one on the left and right, and quietly spilled some colorless and odorless powder into every bowl of food.

Then carefully, put the powder on the chopsticks.

Rong Ming had a meal, and when he picked up his chopsticks, he took a short meal and looked at

Sweep on the tip of the chopsticks.

Si Ying was aside, his nervous breathing slightly stagnated.

But Rong Chen only took a look, then picked up his chopsticks and put the vegetables into the bowl without any doubt.

Si Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

On the second day, when it was time to set off for the test, Rong Chen was still drowsy.

Si Ying watched, knowing that the medicine given last night had the effect, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he hurried to report to the queen's court lady.

Won the reward, happy, walking back with the silver.

After returning to the Shouhuai Palace, but unexpectedly, Rong Chen was already up.

He half-leaned on the bed and looked at him with his face supported.

There was a slight anger in his long eyes, and his cold face was fascinating and close to the demon. When he glanced at him, his eyes were sharp, and he still saw his heart hairy.

Sometimes, he felt that this master didn't care about anything, he had tried, and deliberately ran out for a long time without coming back, and the Ninth Prince didn't have the slightest suspicion, so he became bolder.

But sometimes, like now, he felt his gloomy eyes, staring at people trembling.

Being stared at by a ghost is more comfortable than staring at him

Si Ying's heart was chilled, and the drug's effect clearly made Rong Ming fall asleep all day, how could he wake up so early?

Fortunately, at this hour, it is too late to rush to the examination room.

He had prepared a cold towel early in his hand, and rushed forward and said, "Master, you finally woke up. You can't call it no matter how you call it. There is really no way for the minion to go out and find an ice towel for you..."

Huai Qing was also sweating on the side.

I usually get up very early in the morning, and sleep is not reliable, there is a little movement, even if the wind is blowing, I will get up, and stay in the courtyard for one night. It is suspicious, as if I am afraid that someone will harm him when he falls asleep. .

But today, I don't know why, I can't call him no matter how I call it.

It just happens that I can't get up on such a big day today...

Looking at the red sun hanging high in the center of the sky, Huaiqing's heart completely sank to the bottom, "Master, you finally woke up, but this spring test... can't keep up."

Rong Chen was quiet for a moment.

Later, anger grew.

...

The court lady who rushed back said that Rong Zhao was furious because he missed the spring exam at Egret Academy.

A smile appeared on the queen's face.

She asked Yuying, "Is Xiao Seventeen back? How did you do in the exam?"

"His Royal Highness returned, but..."

Yu Ying said anxiously: "The palace people who went with said that this year, Mr. Yan has found a real disciple for herself. Unless the performance of the spring test is extremely good, Mr. Yan is allowed to charge an extra, otherwise, it is impossible... "

Since the beginning of spring, she has been studying for several months, no matter how dizzy and exhausted after dealing with the harem every day, she has to accompany Xiao Seventeen to study homework.

The purpose is to take the seat of Mr. Yan's pro-disciple.

The three princes entered the Bailu Academy at the age of twelve. Her son could only be better than one when he became Yan Nanxun's own disciple at the age of twelve.

Seeing that she has paid so much for this matter, she told her today that Mr. Yan has already found his own disciple?

The queen clenched her fingers, full of jealousy, "Who is the new disciple that Mr. Yan has accepted this year?"