I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Yu Ying replied: "The palace man who came back only said that Mr. Yan's new disciple had been found, but after inquiring, he didn't know who it was. Mr. Yan's mouth is too strict.

Jiahe Queen's heart seemed to be cooked on the fire.

She hasn't slept for a good night's sleep for the sake of her son entering the academy these days.

But the wood is done.

She took a few deep breaths, suppressed all the anger and jealousy in her heart, took a sip of tea, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes became as calm and calm as when she was in front of others.

She said softly to Yuying: "On the day of the list, send someone to the list to wait and see who is Mr. Yan's new disciple this year, no matter who it is—"

"It is bound to be in front of everyone and send him the first gift."

Even if I complained about the appearance of that person and blocked her son's way, this kind of capable man and wise man must never be sent to a hostile position. Even if he can't serve himself, he must win over a good relationship.

Yuying nodded, remembering the queen's instructions in her heart, and said: "Manny, what kind of gift do you need to prepare?"

Queen Jiahe thought for a while, "Send the Shoushan stone moire pen holder set to that student."

Yu Ying hesitated a little, "But the pen holder, isn't the little majesty arguing about wanting it?"

Just then the seventeenth prince came back. He heard that Queen Jiahe was going to give away the Shoushan stone pen holder he had fancy in the morning. His face collapsed immediately, and he yelled dissatisfiedly: "Mother, you have to give it to me!"

Queen Jiahe turned to him with a tired face, tightened her eyebrows, and said angrily: "Mr. Yan's new disciple, there is already a candidate. Since it is destined not to be you, it is better to change, and buy that person to our side early."

"But that pen..." The seventeenth prince's eyes were full of disappointment, "There is only one in the world."

Queen Jiahe also wanted to keep the pen holder made of good jade materials, but it was precisely because the pen holder was so precious that she showed her attention and dedication to the student.

Fearing that Xiao Shishi valued these external things too much, she taught: "If you can succeed to the throne in the future, you will have what you want."

"If you can get the help of the Magi, what is a pen set? It's just a tool to buy people's hearts."

"Even if you have a woman you like in the future, when you should be willing, you must be willing."

The seventeenth prince lowered his eyes sadly, seeming to let go of his obsession with the pen holder.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Queen Jiahe rubbed his head and said bitterly, "If you can't bear it, you will be in a big way. You will endure it first. If you listen to the mother, there is nothing wrong with it."

...

Wait until the list is released.

Queen Jiahe arranged for the palace clerk who gave gifts to Mr. Yan's own disciple to return to Jinxiu Palace.

He looked bitter as if he had been stuffed with a bitter almond in his mouth.

In the spring of April, the trees are full of green trees, and Queen Jiahe and Xiao Shiqi are in the courtyard enjoying the flowers and greenery. They are in a good mood. Seeing that the palace man is coming, they look up at him, "Li, have you given it out?"

The palace man said hurriedly: "Send it out as ordered by the mother."

Empress Jiahe looked at him with such a timid appearance, muttered directly in her heart, frowned and asked, "How can you change your face with bad luck after sending it out. Who is the new disciple that Mr. Yan has received this year?"

When the palace people heard the question from Queen Jiahe, he shuddered uncontrollably and hesitated, saying, "It's the Ninth Prince."

Jiahe Queen was taken aback for a moment.

At that time, I heard it wrong and asked again, "Who is it?"

"Niang Niang, the Ninth Prince, Rong Ming..."

After the palace man finished speaking, he knelt down with a puff.

Originally thought it was a good job, but after seeing the name of the top of the list, he knew that this was an job that was to be severed.

Jiahe Queen heard clearly this time.

He couldn't believe it in his heart, shook his head and said, "Impossible."

"Really it is the Ninth Prince Rong Ming." The palace trembling said, "All Jinling is discussing this matter. After all, the Nine Princes are among the princes, and the first one to be accepted by Mr. Yan as a child, the minion can't make a mistake."

Queen Jiahe's eyes dissipated for a long time.

The light slowly condensed, and the eyes were not as bright as they were just now. In the muddy eyes, they were shocked and unbelievable.

When I spoke again, my voice was like a torn throat, hoarse and unpleasant.

"What's going on? How could he have a chance to meet Yan Nanxun? How could it be?"

She collapsed, "You...did you send that pen?"

The palace maiden knelt on the ground, kowtow one after another, "It is the queen who told me, no matter who it is, the slave should be in front of everyone, and the first to send the gift. In other words, it can't be the slightest mistake. The slave dare not make any claims. what!"

Xiao Seventeen wowed, and an anxious cry came in his voice, "Mother, that's my pen holder, how can I be disabled!"

Queen Jiahe pressed her chest, completely unable to hold up the successive blows.

There was a fishy smell in the throat.

Fortunately, she was complacent because Rong Chen had overslept and failed to take the exam!

But I don’t know, he’s already here, she desperately wants to

The position where the small seventeen lifted up.

And she rushed to give him a gift! Change the name to Xiao Shishinin Yiren!

Today, all kinds of things, I am afraid that she will lose her life by ten years.

...

Just when the Queen Jiahe went to find someone to find out how she got Yan Nanxun's favor.

Before the people she sent out came back, they waited for Emperor Zhaowu's reward.

——The upper is ninety meters of palace silk and ninety of spring silk.

They are: plain cyan, magenta white.

The Emperor Zhaowu looked at Jia and the Empress on weekdays and did not like to make public. Except for formal occasions, he always showed light makeup and coarse clothes, and said that he liked these plain colors, so simple.

So he did what he wanted and asked Shang Yijian to choose the purest color to reward her, and reward her for her teaching.

Let's not talk about these plain-colored materials that are not really liked by the Jiahe Queen. Let her see how annoying it is.

These materials did not match her complexion at all, and she was five years old, but she had to put it on pretending to be happy to win Emperor Zhaowu's favor.

It’s just the sentence

It also made her feel that she was being ridiculed, she vomited blood, her chest was stuffed, and she couldn't breathe.

...

The only consolation in my heart now is that Rong Chen has indeed crippled his two legs.

Even if Emperor Zhaowu pays more and more attention to this child now, he will not choose him to inherit the throne.

In the future, Rong Zhen will be at best a more powerful prince, and will not threaten Xiao Shiqi's ascension to the throne.

She was just worried that after Xiao Seventeen ascended the throne, Rong Ming would turn back.

...

The moon was full and the wind was heavy, and on a spring night, the wind blew, and the chill of late winter was blown out.

Si Ying was half asleep and woke up. He looked at Huaiqing, who was sleeping deeply on his side, and tried to shout a few times. Seeing that he was not awake, he tiptoed and got out of the bed.

Going all the way, on a small road not far outside Jinxiu Palace, I met with a court lady.

That palace lady is the Yuying who is now being reused by Queen Jiahe.

Yuying handed Si Ying a powder packet, and in the cold spring breeze, said to Si Ying: "Put it into the breakfast of His Royal Highness Nine tomorrow."

"Since you were able to successfully prescribe the medicine last time, this time, you will certainly be able to succeed."

Si Ying squeezed the small medicine packet that could be held with a palm, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"What do you ask so much for?" Yu Ying said impatiently, "You only need to know that if this is done, the queen will transfer you out of Shouhuai Palace and into the palace of His Highness Seventeen. In the future, Seventeen The seat of the chief **** in the palace under the palace is yours."

Si Ying’s face showed how many

To be greedy, "The slave knows."

...

During the meal on the second day.

Si Ying did the same for the last time, putting medicine on the rim of the bowl and the tip of the chopsticks during Rong's breakfast.

Then, waiter by the side.

The slightly dazzling eyes revealed his nervousness.

Rong Zhen picked up his chopsticks.

Just like last time, there was a slight pause.

Si Ying waited for him to have a lighter pause as he did last time, and then put the vegetables into the bowl.

But he didn't expect Rong Ming to be different this time.

His fingers moved, and the two chopsticks rotated a circle between his slender fingers, and he snapped them to the table with a "pop".

The sound of wood colliding with wood appeared crisp in this empty room.

Si Ying's heart also made a "pop" like landing from a high place, his eyes fixed on Rong Ming.

I'm afraid he sees something.

Rong Chen squinted his narrow eyes and said, "Today's porridge smells a bit wrong."

Si Ying's complexion changed, he hurriedly stepped forward, leaned over and smelled it, and said, "The minion didn't smell anything."

"Maybe I made a mistake."

Si Ying was relieved.

Finally fooled.

Just as he raised his head slightly, an extremely strong force was pressed from the back of his head, directly smashing his head into the bowl of porridge.

The porridge bowl is turned over.

There was porridge on Si Ying's mouth and eyelids. Like a fish whose head is pinched, it can't be turned on the cutting board.

The eyelids were so hot that they could not move, and the entire face was trembling.

The low and hoarse voice of the underworld is desperate for life, and it sounded from his head, "It is true that I made a mistake. The poison given by the queen is odorless and colorless. How can it make me smell strange."

Rong Ming pulled Si Ying's hair on the back of his head and pulled him up, holding his chin tightly with one hand, pressing his fingers against his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, and slowly feeding him the same dishes on the dinner table. , Pressed the acupuncture points again, causing the little eunuch's eyelids to crack and panic, but he had no choice but to swallow the poisonous food.

Rong Ming let go of his hand, with a disgusted expression on his face, and wiped his own fingers with a Ge towel.

On the face of the little eunuch, there were red finger marks, one after another.

He squeezed his throat desperately, trying to spit out the poison.

But it was too late.

His face gradually turned red because of the poisonous attack, and his limbs cramped. He trembled on the ground, looking at the Shura who was asking for his life, there was no expression on his face, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

Welcome to the little eunuch

After staring with extreme hatred and fear, he raised his eyebrows, his thin lips opened slightly, and his eyes were as dark as water.

Last time he deliberately entered the set and pretended to have a dinner mixed with faint medicine, he knew that there would be another change. Sure enough, waited again.

Si Ying was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

"Today is destined to be your death date." Rong Chen changed there, wiping his fingers slowly and carefully.

Fairy-like face, but with hostile eyes, "Even if you can kill me, Queen Jia and Queen will push my death on you. It is said that I usually criticize my servants and make you bear resentment. Poisoned me."

Under his whisper, Si Ying lost his breath little by little.

Rong Chen stopped wiping his fingers and looked at the wall.

Huaiqing, who was already shaking like chaff from the side, greeted him with his hostile eyes, shaking more severely.

What happened just now was so fast that he didn't realize what was going on, and Si Ying had fallen to the ground.

Rong Ming looked at him for a long time.

How long has it been trembling in Huaiqing.

After a long while, Rong Lu finally spoke slowly, "Do you know what happened today, what do you want to say after you leave?"

Huaiqing trembled and spoke, barely concatenating the words into a sentence, "The emperor...the queen buys a pass and poisons the master."

Although he was afraid, he also knew that Si Ying rebelled and poisoned his master, and he was guilty of death.

He had only seen Si Ying sneaking up once and whispering to the court lady in the Fairview Palace. Si Ying fooled him and said that it was the queen who was asking him how His Royal Highness Nine was doing in Shouhuai Palace.

Huai Qing never thought that the gentle and dignified empress of the world would be the one who bought her son and poisoned her son to death.

Tiger poison does not eat seeds.

Rong Chen smiled slightly ironically.

The fox-like eyes blinked, and the tone was slow, "No hurry."

"You don't have to mention the queen."

"We have no evidence."

"The queen father will not easily abolish the empress. Since he thinks our mother is kind and filial, he will be blinded for some time. If he said it today, he will be described by the empress as I am slandering."

His face was completely invisible to the shock of a person dying in front of his eyes. When he spoke, he was a clean, beautiful, handsome young man no matter from which angle he looked at it.

"You said that Si Ying was bought by someone to murder his master, but he ate the poison by mistake."

An extremely faint smile suddenly appeared on the young boy's lips, "After a while, send Si Ying's corpse out."

"Where to send it?" Huaiqing asked with a pale face.

With thin lips, the smile deepens.

"Send to Splendid Palace." Rong Chen said, Jun's face showed an unremarkable expression, and he sneered coldly, "Let my mother take a good look at how useless the person she was looking for."

...

The corpse of Si Ying was wrapped in a white cloth, and according to what Rong Cheng said, he sent it to the Palace of Fairview, and showed it to Empress Jiahe.

Rong Ying was slow, manipulating the wheelchair, and unhurriedly, following Si Ying's corpse.

The face was calm and calm.

Along the way, the ladies of the palace that I saw changed their faces, avoided in horror, and said: "Shouhuai Palace, why did you die again?"

"Isn't it really haunted."

Although the palace ladies were scared, more and more people came to see them.

Holding a box of cinnabar in his hand, Jiang Lao had just left the Shuxiang Palace and went to the Shouhuai Palace.

Hearing that an **** had died, her face changed slightly when she was replaced by the **** of Shouhuai Palace.

Go there in a hurry.

Ming Shao stopped Jiang Lao, "Girl, don't go, be careful of bad luck."

At this time, the voice of a palace lady fell in their ears

"The face of the Ninth Prince is terrible."

"Someone is dead, why does he look like a okay person?"

The teenager in a wheelchair has long eyebrows and a cold jade face, but his eyes are extremely indifferent and dark.

It's just that his eyes moved slightly when he saw Jiang Lao standing behind the maids.

He paused, turned his head, and came towards Jiang Lao.

When he got to Jiang Lao's side, his pupils had already lost sight of the indifference and coldness of just now.

On the contrary, the water gleamed, and the amber eyes showed a fragility after a catastrophe.

"Yearly, I almost... died."

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab Jiang Lao's sleeve, halfway, as if he realized something was wrong, he retracted again, but he appeared to be even more flustered and at a loss.

He looked distraught and said, "I'm a little scared."

The pale face was slightly tilted up, his face was covered with a layer of light sunlight, his expression and tone were both scared.

The long and dense eyelashes are trembling.