I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Huaiqing: "..."

If you say that Yu Yin is a man.

It is true to love speculation.

If it is said that it is profligate, it is a bit heavy.

But if he is a gentleman...

A gentleman who is always like a peacock in front of the noble ladies of the family, to say that he is a gentleman, it would be too ignorant of his conscience.

Huai Qing was thinking about whether to help His Highness Nine to make his words more believable.

Rong Ming raised his eyes.

He speaks in a calm and gentle voice, "Mr. Yan hates iron for not making steel, so he always criticizes his seniors."

Huaiqing: "..."

If Yan Nanxun’s name is moved out, even if the four girls standing in front of him are not the four girls who believe in whatever his master says, but other girls and masters, they will definitely believe it if they listen to it for another person.

If you don't believe it, just take a look at Yan Nanxun's staring attitude towards Yin's beard blowing and believe it.

Rong Chen was not bullied.

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

The eyebrows frowned slightly.

Just where she stood, you could see Yu Yinxue's face.

Although standing in front of Rong Ming was very disadvantaged, his appearance and temperament were a lot shorter, but among ordinary people, he could be regarded as a handsome man.

……Knowing others, knowing the face and not knowing the heart.

She looked at people's abilities, and she really needed to be better.

Jiang Lao squinted his eyes for a short time, and he couldn't give up any more favorable impressions for Yin Xue.

Rong Ming's tiny expression was sharply caught in the bottom of her eyes.

His eyes are clearly in the light, but they seem to sink into the night, dark as ink.

Like an experienced chess player, he scanned the entire chess game and confirmed that she believed him, then slowly opened his lips, saying: "He is used to opportunistic tricks, maybe he will take the initiative to look for you..."

In a very worried tone for Jiang Lao, he almost didn't directly say the admonition to "keep away from him".

Jiang Lao shook his head resistingly just imagining the scene.

She has always been in trouble, and she has a personality that can hide as far as she can, and can't avoid it.

Even if she is not a daughter to the outside world, people who are detrimental to this kind of virtue should stay away.

The little head shook like a rattle.

Rong Ming remained calm and curled the corners of his lips.

...

In the afternoon, the books inside the study hall are utterly loud, and the bamboo leaves are rustling outside.

Jiang Lao knew exactly how many catties he had.

In the name of her father and son, she went into the study hall and listened to the class. If she was called out by her husband and asked for something, she could only embarrass her father.

For the sake of Lao Jiang's reputation, she didn't let anyone buy tables, chairs and benches in the study hall.

Sitting at the stone table in the Qingshan school, quietly waiting for Yan Nan, who had gone to buy books, to find it back.

She didn't see Yan Nanxun, who was carrying a basket of books, stepped into the Qingshan school and stood up hurriedly, "Uncle Yan."

...

It was the short day laborer who came to Rong Ming's residence two days ago and brought him dinner.

Without saying a word, he put the food container on the table contemptuously, turning around and leaving without looking at him.

Rong Zhen was called to copy an isolated copy of the ancient book again, leaving Huaiqing in his bed and stay.

Huaiqing thought that he had already told Jiang Lao about this matter this morning. The four girls have a way. The meal this time is better than the last two.

Unexpectedly, when I opened it, the amount of rice in the food box was not only less, but also rough rice husks and grit-like dark debris.

It seems that the rice is not sifted clean before cooking.

Huai Qing grabbed the food box and chased it out, shouting the day-time worker who was going to other places, "The weight is small day by day, we recognize it, but today, the rice was not cleaned after scouring. Swallow?"

The food for the servants is better than the food for the Nine Highness.

The short man gave Huaiqing a cold look, and snorted contemptuously, "It's good to eat with rice. You can smell the fragrance of this rice, what a good rice, and the famine-stricken people don't even have a bite to eat. You can change it. Pick and choose, the frame of His Highness Nine is really big."

Huaiqing choked.

I thought of what Rong Ming had ordered in a moment

Don't compete with others.

If you compete with others, it will only become more and more dark.

Huai Qing seemed to understand why inside the palace walls, Rong Ming's reputation would be so bad.

Even people who have not been in contact with him believe that he is a natural and incurable bad character.

People are awesome.

At this moment, Huai Qing was hit **** the shoulder, and the food container in his hand was knocked to the ground.

The short man hit someone on his own, but he raised his voice and made a loud noise.

"Oh, it's a waste of food."

Huaiqing looked at the overturned canteen and the broken porcelain bowl on the ground, her face turned blue, and she couldn't argue.

The scholars who had passed by stopped, Huaiqing watched them watching, and became frightened. These days, Rong Ming has already been much talked about, and he rashly came forward, as if he was causing trouble again.

He whispered: "It's not like that, you hit me..."

"Why is it not like this? Everyone has eyes, they all see it."

"Snapped!"

A whip hit the ground, clear and loud.

The whip almost fell on the short man. He was shocked. He looked back and saw that a seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a long soft whip in his hand.

Next to the boy was a slightly older boy with round cheeks and a slightly fat body.

Yan Nanxun followed behind them, his face sinking slightly.

Yan Nanxun arranged for Jiang Jinxing to have a master of literature and a master of martial arts. He was young and lacked the strength of his hands to prevent hard weapons. He could only learn some soft weapons first. When the master of literature came, he shouted that he had a headache. Master Wu can control him.

After learning the whip method for a whole afternoon, it was quite effective.

It's just that his mouth flattened, looking at Jiang Lao, a little guilty that he hadn't finished what Sister Aunt told me, "I beat him up."

This whip should have fallen directly on the short day laborer.

But the whip, which was crisp and loud, that almost hit him, scared the short day-time worker.

With a panic gaze, he measured the distance between Yan Nanxun and him. The distance between him and Yan Nanxun was far away. He was relieved, expecting that Yan Nanxun hadn't seen anything.

Huaiqing seemed to have seen a savior, kneeling in front of Yan Nanxun, who had never appeared in the backyard of the academy, and said: "In the past few days, the chef has become too much every day, and the amount of food given is less than every day. Today is the most excessive. There are stones and rice husks in the rice."

"Bah!" The short day worker glared at Huaiqing, "Obviously, the nine high priests are picking and choosing, and can't suffer a little bit. Every time he delivers food, he has to look at his cold face. Look at the ground, the bowl has fallen. Want to quibble?"

"Nonsense!" Yan Nan asked, "Do you think I haven't seen anything?"

The short man trembled with fright and just wanted to quibble.

There was another "pop!"

The whip hit the day laborer's calf directly.

A crack appeared in the short man's shirt, and he knelt down with a puff.

Jiang Jinxing gave a second blow, turned his wrist, and pondered with the whip in his hand, "I was able to beat it a little bit earlier, but it seems that I didn't have enough strength. It would be fine if the master was there."

Jiang Lao smiled and stroked his head.

The short man knelt on the ground and trembled.

Not enough energy...

This requires a little more strength, is it to get him to death with a whip?

Change to the master's guidance...

The short man drew himself up.

Yan Nanxun is notoriously non-eating fireworks. In the past, he never cared about these things that had nothing to do with his studies. He even immersed himself in his Qingshan school and never set foot in the backyard. Today, why did he suddenly come here? ?

Before lowering his head, he looked at Jiang bitterly

Kindly glance at Jiang Lao.

Yan Nan looked coldly.

"I have never set a rule in a college to lead by example for the sake of famine. Lead by example? Is it because there are not enough people who starve to death from famine? Do you want to send more people on the road?"

When Jiang Lao came to him and said that the chef had treated his disciples harshly, he changed his beliefs. After seeing it with his own eyes, he was very angry.

Even change some self-blame.

The child of the heavenly family was wronged here, and he tightened his brows, taking this matter extremely seriously.

The short man was fined three months' salary, and he was expelled from the college for stealing food and rice.

As for the other chef steward who was bought off, he directly took off his stewardship hat.

During the ten years that the contract is valid, he will always be the lowest-ranking servant in the back kitchen of the college.

...

Empress Jiahe heard about the things in the Bailu Academy.

When someone whispered to her, she was at a palace banquet where concubines gathered in the harem.

She thought that her father’s arrangement would help her drive Rong Chao out of the Bailu Academy, but she didn’t expect that within seven days of the change, the people who had been bought after hard work were arrested. Mouth, it will cost a lot of money in exchange.

A loss-making business.

Now in the academy, there are only two descendants of the Xie Liu family who are in harmony with her family, which can make Rong Chen's life unhappy.

Fortunately, Rong Ming’s reputation is bad. Even if it is saved, once the bad reputation is implemented, it will not be so easy to reverse. Compared with the punished subordinates, the people are more willing to believe that the powerful and powerful people are doing something wrong. She has some consolation.

Jiahe Empress twisted his eyebrows lightly and looked at Concubine Yun's red lips with a smile during the dinner.

Seeing her so happy all the time, she was annoyed.

Suspiciously, Consort Yun was the culprit in everything in the academy.

It's hard to find her with the Jiang family's fourth room.

Queen Jiahe couldn’t swallow this breath. Yuban fingered the teacup and smiled faintly, and said to the imperial concubines: “Little Seventeen is now studying in the Egret Academy. There are many precious classics and isolated books in the library of the Academy. On loan, if there is any prince who wants to see it, this palace can ask Xiao Shi to copy it and bring it back to help his elder brothers."

She had a gentle and kind smile on her face. When she said the words "Little Seventeen", her gaze seemed intentional or unintentional, and she looked at Concubine Yun Gui.

Concubine Yun Gui entered the palace late with no children.

If the woman in the harem had no children, it would be like a sharp weapon missing.

Queen Jiahe curled her lips, she has her little seventeen, and she can just use this sharp weapon to poke the concubine Yun's heart.

Concubine Yun Gui curled her red lips and smiled.

How could she not hear the overtones of Jia and Queen.

But he smiled and praised: "It is indeed my sister who teaches her son well."

Queen Jiahe moved her eyebrows slightly, very suspicious.

Let Qin Yun say a good thing, it's harder than the sun rising from the west to the east.

"The Ninth Prince became Mr. Yan's own disciple at a young age, and I heard that Mr. Yan likes it in the college. What a good child, my concubines are really envious."

With the children who played well every year, Concubine Yun felt pleasing to the eye when she saw it, and she praised her sincerely.

Jiahe Queen tightened his fingers.

I know that Qin Yun is not a good crop.

Knowing that the more things that disabled person can get, the better, and the more anxious and flustered in her heart, she just wanted to say.

"If my sister has a child, I know how hard it is to raise a child."

Jiahe Queen forced a smile and continued to pierce her heart.

Concubine Yun didn't care about her face.

Others laughed at her as having no children, but didn't know that she drank the contraceptive decoction early, and didn't want to give birth to a man she didn't love.

With her growing family power, Emperor Zhaowu probably didn't want her to have a child either.

How stupid Jiahe Queen saw her, that she thought she would be mad at such trivial things?

Concubine Yun Gui curled her lips and smiled brightly at her.

Queen Jiahe is like a throat, but her face is still dignified, "Although Xiao Jiu is smart, he can be a person in the world, and there are still shortcomings. I need to teach him more in this palace."

Concubine Yun Gui rolled her eyes and said frankly and directly: "Since the Ninth Prince returned to the palace, this palace has only heard your sister say that he is not good."

"People who are good see others are also good, and those who are evil see others are evil. If you ask your sister to say, it is best for your sister to examine yourself first."

The empress Jiahe's face was a little uncontrollable. At this time, a notice from the **** came from outside the palace, "The emperor is here."

Emperor Zhaowu stepped in, and saw that Concubine Yun's face was full of anger, and the delicate face was even more bright and charming, and he asked with pity, "Why are you angry again?"

Concubine Yun tried her lips and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, the Queen’s sister always said that the Nine Princes are not enough here, and there are not enough. It is an unparalleled treasure in the world. My sister is so harsh, and the concubine feels wronged for the child when he heard it."

Empress Jiahe changed his face, wishing to step forward to strangle the little fairy Qin Yun.

But Emperor Zhaowu coldly looked at Empress Jiahe, "How come back?

thing? "

Queen Jiahe lowered her eyelids, but there was no trace of panic in her eyes, and said: "There was news from the academy that Xiao Jiu had thrown a bowl of porridge because of unpalatable food. Nowadays, due to the famine in Nanzhang, his actions will inevitably make the people feel chilly and misunderstand the royal family. Extravagance has attracted people's resentment."

She admitted that this statement was not leaking, and rushed in front of Emperor Zhaowu and said: "Xiao Jiu doesn't know how to measure. It is the mother's fault of the concubine. When Xiao Jiu returns to the palace, the concubine will take care of him."

"But……"

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe with a weird look, and motioned to the **** behind him to bring up the tray.

"I am here today to honor Xiao Jiu. Jiang Xingzhou donated one thousand dan of grains and 500 dan of noodles for disaster relief in Nanzhang."

Doubts arose in the eyes of Queen Jiahe.

Jiang Xingzhou donated food, what does it have to do with Rong Chen?

"It was Xiao Jiu's article that moved him a lot. The donation of food and noodles made the national treasury relieved a lot of burden."

Concubine Yun was overwhelmed by it.

As soon as she heard about it, she knew whose idea it was.

Her niece looked innocent and careless, and she was as smart as a cat.

This food is probably donated by her again.

Like the last time she opened the warehouse to release the grain, it was obviously her doctrine, and she wanted to say it in the name of her father. This time, she hit two birds with one stone and earned a good reputation for her father and the nine princes.

Good things are snatched into their nests, so cute.

"Ning'an Bofu took the lead, and many families have donated some food."

Previously, the imperial court also organized food donation activities, but no one had the size of Ning’an Bo’s handwriting to donate food. This time Jiang Xingzhou donated a thousand tons of food, but it made some stingy officials donate how much for the sake of face. One or two hundred load of grain was delivered, and the burden was unloaded from him.

Emperor Zhaowu spent several nights worrying about the disaster in Nanzhang. It was obvious that he was much more relaxed at this moment. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "This matter, thanks to Xiao Jiu."

Concubine Yun Gui nodded, "Your Majesty, Queen Sister also said, it's not easy to share your worries when you change to a younger age of ninth."

"I don't know why my sister always tells others that he is not good for such a good child." She looked at Queen Jiahe provocatively and raised her eyebrows, "I haven't seen my sister being so harsh on the 17th prince, right?"