I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Chen is much more familiar with this situation.

With helpless expression in his expression, he smiled lightly, and said to Jiang Lao in a conniving tone: "You like it."

...

The head of the Xu family was invited only among the guests.

He acted low-key, he was alone in the corner, pouring tea and drinking, indifferent to his fame, and seldom communicate with other people.

It's just that he stared at the empty seat beside Yan Nanxun, his eyes were as sophisticated as an eagle, and he lowered his voice and said to the young man next to him, "Bring a message to the palace."

The little servant and the lady of the court met, and the news that the head of the Xu family brought in the past finally reached the ears of Queen Jiahe.

Yan Nanxun went to the old lady's birthday banquet with several other famous gentlemen in the academy. There were no classes in the Bailu Academy, but the seventeenth prince had not been free for half a day. He was still studying calligraphy and reading under the supervision of the Taishi.

Behind the curtain, the maid beside Queen Jiahe fanned her, staring at the figure of the 17th prince writing with a pen.

Whenever he relaxes one or two points, her gaze will be slightly condensed, like a sharp needle, as if it can penetrate the curtain and fall on the 17th prince.

When the maid saw her displeased, her movement of shaking the fan would stop for a while.

It wasn't until the seventeenth prince listened to the noise behind the curtain to straighten her figure again, and Queen Jiahe turned her eyes softly, that the maid was relieved and continued to shake the small fan.

Listening to the news brought by the head of the Xu family, Queen Jiahe frowned slightly.

But he said indifferently: "Even if the disabled was invited to the birthday banquet of the old lady of Ning'an Bo Mansion, but everyone knows that he will not become a king in the future, how can anyone think of him too much? Even if someone really gives him some points. A good face is also the face of my palace."

She was also jealous of Rong Chen’s ruthlessness of playing cards, like a mad dog, not according to common sense, but knowing that the person who helped Rong Chen secretly was the idle person who only knew that he was wandering around watching the mountains and the water, a little bit. Siye Jiang, who has no ambitions, acts as a backer...

She felt that no matter how clever the child was, she was short-sighted, and she found someone who could help him, thinking that it was an extraordinary noble person...

No matter how mad a mad dog is, it is just a dog, and it is not like an adult.

Jiahe Queen gave a cold "Heh".

I don't know what he pictured.

Waste takes care of waste.

Queen Jiahe's eyes were relaxed, and there was no pressure, "If I go back to my father, I will say I know."

"only……"

"Go and tell my father so that he doesn't have to worry too much. It was Qin Yun who asked her brother-in-law to give Rong Ming an invitation in order to make me unhappy. But in Ning Anbo, Jiang Xingchuan is in charge of the house. Jiang Xingzhou can't say anything, why bother Worry so much? As for Qin Yun..."

Queen Jiahe's eyes slowly cooled down, and she sneered, "My palace has its own way to fix her."

...

"I also want to know"

Jiang Jinxing was dissatisfied with Jiang Lao's decision to let Ming Shao take him away. He threw Ming Shao's hand away, climbed onto the stone table, stood on it, and leaned on tiptoe. Like this, his stature could rise again. Two inches.

"I'm so tall. I'm not a child. I need to know what happens at home."

Jiang Lao didn't want him to be too early, he understood too much at a young age, and lost the joy of childhood early.

I wanted Ming Shao to take Jiang Jinxing back to the front hall, and let him go and play with a child about his age.

But Jiang Jinxing had a little stubborn temper, he knew one thing, and he wouldn't look back.

He was puffed up, with his arms crossed, and sat cross-legged on the stone table, like a little novice monk who was meditating while being angry, muttering words, "Sister, I'll be right here, stay here. No more, don't go."

Ming Shao tried to take Jiang Jinxing away. The little guy's chassis was very stable, and the mushroom had taken root on the stone table, and she couldn't pull it out.

Ming Shao looked at Jiang Lao sadly: "Girl, don't rush the young master away. He is the eldest son. If you know something, it will be easy to follow in the future."

Jiang Jinxing: "That's it."

Jiang Lao sighed, "But I just think he changed his junior..."

Jiang Jinxing lay depressed on the stone table, his arms and legs spread out in an angry "big" character, almost covering the entire stone table.

Jiang Lao squeezed the dumplings, squeezing his cheeks, knowing that he could not drive him away, and asked him helplessly, "Then if I told you, would you like to help Sister think of a way?"

"I'll help me." Jiang Jinxing scrambled up and his eyes were bright, but when he was younger, his brain was a strain. The whole man was relied on his fists. He pointed to the tied maid and asked, "She is What's the matter? Sister, do you want me to beat her?"

Yingyin, who had been **** for an hour, trembled heavily.

Jiang Lao was about to explain to Jiang Jinxing, but was stopped by Ming Shao, "Girl, wait."

Ming Shao lowered his head, and whispered in Jiang Lao's ear: "Girl, His Royal Highness Nine is also here. Didn't you say, don't let others know about this? Do you want the slaves to take him away?"

At the side of the stone table, Rong Chen sat there without a word, quietly.

Although Ming Shao’s voice was soft, it made Rong Ming’s

The fingers tightened a little under the sleeves.

Jiang Lao: "I'm talking about not letting outsiders know, but he is not..."

Jiang Lao choked himself when he didn't say the second sentence "foreigner".

I don't think she is right to say this.

The latter words are quietly swallowed back into the stomach,

She glanced at Rong Ming.

Just now

Fearing to disturb her, Rong Chen took the initiative to leave.

But when he spoke, a thin layer of sweat floated on his forehead.

His body was thin, and he was bathed in the sun, as if he was about to be tanned by the sun, and his complexion was as pale as snow.

She couldn't bear it, she opened her mouth to hold him, so that he stayed

Jiang Lao said to Ming Shao again: "His Royal Highness Nine is not a nonsense. He can't help but toss about his leg injury, don't let him go, go back and forth, delay the injury."

The conversation between the master and the servant was very small, and people with normal ears would not be able to hear clearly just a few steps away.

But Huaiqing saw a faint blush from behind his master's ear.

...

Jiang Jinxing couldn't wait to hear the ins and outs of the matter, and pulled Jiang Lao's sleeve restlessly.

Jiang Lao succinctly pointed to the **** maid, "My aunt sent her to poison the two guests at the banquet today, the two daughters of General Hu, and want the reputation of being a bad mother. I have something to go. Looking for the two sisters, I happened to meet them, so I caught them here and tortured them. The main envoy behind them was the old lady."

Jiang Jinxing's face blushed only after hearing half of it. Hearing the second half, his small fist was already tightly clenched, "I killed her."

"This matter is handed over to grandfather, let's see what he says."

But Jiang Lao sighed, worried, "I just don't know, when will my grandfather come over."

She estimated that she might wait until the dinner party at the latest.

Before this, she had to watch it all the time.

Keep waiting even if you are bored.

A pair of slender hands stretched out, their fingertips pressed the oil paper bag in front of Jiang Lao, pointed at Bai Ruyu, and pushed the jujube cake closer to her.

"You have something to eat first, and the old man is the only one here, so don't worry."

Rong Ming's voice was gentle and gentle. After speaking, he looked at Jiang Jinxing, and when he opened his lips, there were only two words, "Come here."

He beckoned Jiang Jinxing.

Jiang Jinxing jumped off the stone table and arrived in front of Rong Chen.

Rong Zhaohuan was not satisfied, "You come with me and see that maid."

But the two walked to the center of the courtyard, far from the stone table, and Rong Chen stopped.

He narrowed his eyes.

The raised corners of the eyes and the cold frosty eyes made his temperament a little evil when his narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed.

Rong Lu tilted his head to look at Jiang Jinxing, "Just now you said, you want to bite?"

Jiang Jinxing grinds his posterior molars, his small clenched fists waved in the air, "Not only to bite, it's best to bite to death."

"Dog bites you, if you bite it, you will get a mouthful of hair." Rong Chen said in a low voice, as light as a string.

"Then what should I do?"

Rong Ming glanced at him.

His pupils were under the sun, reflected by the sun, their color was lighter, and they were as clean as colored glaze.

"Cut a line in the throat, let the blood drop drop by drop, let it be dying, leave a breath, and then wear it with an iron stick, cut it, peel it, remove the bone, and chop it into pieces."

——That's what he says in his heart.

Actually, it is not specified.

Just smiled and remained silent.

The courtyard was quiet and windless, and the thick shade under the tree remained motionless for a long time.

There were so many people, Rong Ming was silent for a while, but moved the topic away from here, and asked Jiang Jinxing, "Do you want to call your grandfather for your sister?"

Jiang Jinxing nodded his head, "think."

Rong Chen curled his lips and smiled, with a hint of scorn in his unstinting expression.

Like a pretty bastard, lawless.

"I teach you."

He said.

...

After a cup of tea

Crying and hiccuping, Jiang Jinxing threw himself all the way into his grandfather's arms, humming loudly.

But except for babbling "grandfather" and "grandfather", nothing else was said.

But the old man is anxious to death.

"Who bullied my dear grandson like this?"

Those visitors who were having a very happy conversation with the old man, seeing this scene, were worried that their children had a conflict with Jiang Jinxing, and wanted to ask more questions.

"Little Master, what's wrong?"

But Jiang Jinxing cried for a while, sniffed, wiped his tears, and said, "Grandfather, I'm fine. Grandma's birthday feast is important. I'm fine. I won't bother grandfather."

I didn't say a word that was useful, so I was a good seller.

He slid out of Ning Anbo's arms, turned his head and ran back to the direction he came from, but instead continued to whine loudly.

"Why is this kid so behaved..."

"Cry like that, in other words I'm fine."

"Old man, such a small child, please go and have a look, don't let anything happen to him."

Ning Anbo listened to the persuasion of the people, looked worriedly at the back of his grandson, and hurriedly made Xiaosi chase after him.

...

Jiang Lao was eager to find Jiang Jinxing.

Jiang Jinxing just now burst into tears and ran out, hitting an evil spirit.

The speed at which her father was chasing the whole yard and hitting him was amazing. No maid could catch him, and suddenly he didn't know where he went.

But when she hurried out for a while, she ran into the young man who came back holding Jiang Jinxing.

The man who faltered behind was the grandfather.

The old man heard the whole story from Jiang Jinxing halfway, and was furious. He pulled Jiang Lao and looked up and down, "Yearly, I am not scared."

After the little boy caught up with Jiang Jinxing, Jiang Jinxing told him everything.

The child was frightened by the poisonous sweet soup, saying that he had no food to eat, pinched his stomach and said he was hungry.

"General Hu's daughter, she dare to hurt too!" The old uncle saw the tied maid in the yard, and knew that what his grandson said to him on the road was true, and his hands trembled with anger, "I don't know how to measure!"

"I'm Ning Anbo House, can't tolerate such a poisonous woman."

Jiang Jinxing hiccuped happily.

The old man looked at him when he heard the sound, patted him on the back, and followed him, who stopped crying, but did not stop crying and hiccups, "Look at how the poisonous woman’s methods scared my grandson. ."

Jiang Jinxing heard the words crying and hiccuping even more happily, and stretched out the chubby hand to exaggerate gestures, "That soup, sweet, drink it, it can kill a child."

He squeezed his eyes, the effect of being clicked on the crying acupuncture point faded, and there was no tears in his eyes, so he burped loudly, "I, I don't dare to drink sweet soup anymore!"

"Good boy." Jiang Jinxing's appearance is like carved out of the same mold as Jiang Siye. When the old man looks at him, he will think of his younger son when he is young. ."

Jiang Jinxing nodded trustingly.

There were wet tears on his round face, and his wet eyes blinked, asking for credit, and he smiled quietly at Jiang Lao.

The smile seemed to say—I’m good.

Jiang Lao understood what he meant, but she was stunned, not knowing what happened during the period when her brother was away.

She thought that her brother had hit an evil and saw something bad.

It turned out to be calling for grandfather?