I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming in the dream.

Seeing that his daughter specially asked for this letter, Jiang Siye asked her, "Do you know who the letter is written on?"

Cruelty into such a means, the first time Jiang Siye saw him, he tightened his brows, "I sent someone out to look for a few times, but I didn't find such a person."

Jiang Lao shook his head.

The cruel and **** man in the dream really regards human life like a stubborn, taking pleasure in torture. He does not know how many people's blood is stained on his hands, but unfortunately there is nowhere to escape in the dream, otherwise she would definitely avoid him.

But Rong Chen is not him anymore.

Besides, his leg injury has not healed, and he can't do it just by "standing in front of the hall".

When Siye Jiang saw her shaking his head, he couldn't figure it out, "Maybe the Liu family has been locked up in the house for a long time, and he is madly talking nonsense."

But Siye Jiang was not at ease, "But when you go out, you should be more careful and take good guards."

Jiang Lao nodded, and she suddenly thought that she hadn't heard Rong Ming's movement for several days, and she had clearly said that after his mansion was completed, she would invite her to see it.

In the summer, when the weather was hot, she couldn't wear her little fat outfit, and her makeup was easy to wear, and she couldn't go to the academy again.

However, she knew that Mr. Yan was afraid that her father could not think about it, and insisted on asking her father to do more, so that her father would continue to teach in the college.

Her father knew everything about the academy.

She raised her eyes and asked, "Daddy, the Ninth Prince..."

She just said a word, and was interrupted by Fourth Master Jiang, "That kid is very good."

Jiang Lao heard his tone very irritably, keenly aware of the difference, she didn't say anything, her father said that Rong Chao was very good.

There is no silver here.

"Really?" Her voice was full of doubts.

"Naturally it is true."

Fourth Master Jiang coughed heavily, "When did Daddy fool you?"

He didn't want to tell his daughter that Rong Chen had reported that he was sick in recent days and had not gone to the college.

If she tells her, her daughter must be anxious.

But he really didn't want to watch his daughter and the nine princes get closer and closer.

He can promise his daughter to help Rong Ming's request.

Only fear that his daughter will show affection to him.

Even if it doesn't exist now, it will last forever, who knows if there will be any changes.

But a prince who grew up in the palace is definitely not a good match for him to trust his daughter with peace of mind.

Originally let his daughter enter the college, in addition to fulfilling her wish, he changed his mind to other ideas.

Those young talents in the academy, what if there are daughters who will please the eyes?

But he didn't expect that to this day he could not wait until his daughter and anyone other than the nine princes got close.

Seeing that the days of Jiang Rao and Ji were getting closer and closer.

Jiang Siye, who hadn't decided on a good son-in-law candidate, sighed heavily.

…

Although Jiang Lao left the study, he left Jiang Mansion, stopped a carriage, and went to the mansion of Rongzhen in the west of the city.

Although her father kept saying "will not lie to her".

But Jiang Lao just heard something wrong from his tough tone.

She knew that her father was considering her fame, and had been worrying about her marriage recently, and didn't want to see her and Rong Chao getting too close.

But she was always upset.

Although the uncle Jiang’s matter is resolved, he will no longer let his bewildered decision drag the entire family down the abyss, but the scenes Jiang Lao dreamed about in her dream were always a thorn in her heart. When the new emperor ascended the throne and the dust settled, she felt that she might have to worry about this all the time.

Instead, go and see her golden thighs.

If he can do well, she, the little grasshopper on the same boat as him, will do well.

She didn't want to experience the pain of being separated from her family again.

…

Huai Qing was going out to sprinkle medicine slag, and saw a carriage approaching here from a distance, and stopped to take a look.

A man wearing a huge cone hat came down from the carriage.

The head is short and slender, and the black gauze on the cone hat covers his face.

He approached, and when he spoke, it was a woman's voice, "It's me."

Huaiqing was startled, "Four girls?"

Jiang Lao nodded.

Private visits to foreign men will make your reputation frustrated, but Jiang Youfu has been doing it for a long time. Jiang Lao has become more reluctant to be constrained by fame. It is clear that she is clean and self-conscious, but because she is a girl, she can’t go, and she can’t go, which is very annoying. .

It is more convenient to change the status of a man.

She saw what was in Huaiqing's hand and frowned slightly, "This medicine..."

"The master is sick."

With a hint of shame on Huaiqing's face, "It's the negligence of the slave. The master fell asleep abnormally early on the day he moved in, and he got a fever the next day. It didn't get better for several days."

Jiang Lao: I was really deceived by my father.

She paid a little attention to the days in Huaiqing's words.

The day Rong Zhao moved to the mansion happened to be the day Liu's letter stated that she was attacked at night.

He went to bed early and fell ill. The cruel and cruel young man in the letter is even less likely to be him.

Huaiqing said: "The master is born

I'm sick, I'm afraid that someone else will be infected by this disease. I'm not seeing guests at the house these few days. The troubled girl came here. "

When Jiang Lao saw Liu's letter, even if she told herself that Rong Ming today and he in the future are no longer the same person, but when she looked at the letters written in the letter, she could not help but think of him killing people in her dreams. The scene is somewhat uncomfortable.

But after Huai Qing said this, she felt relieved in her heart.

Rong Chen is really different.

In his dream, he was not sick.

When she was ill, her already bad temperament directly rotted her core and tied her tighter. Perhaps she was aware of the idea of ​​avoiding her, holding her wrist for a moment, and she was not allowed to leave for a while. Step, the shade is like a lock that cannot be broken away.

How about half a minute better now?

"It's okay for me." Jiang Lao said to Huaiqing, "you waited every day, haven't you got the disease? Let's go, take me in."

She was afraid that Huaiqing would stop him, and added, "Don't persuade me."

Huaiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Those words just now were taught by His Royal Highness Nine, but His Royal Highness Nine also said that if the four girls come, they must find a way to keep him.

The four girls were good-natured, and they didn't wait for him to say anything, so he took the initiative to stay.

Jiang Lao walked in, looking at the surrounding vegetation from time to time.

"Why is it so deserted here?"

She changed to think that the palace of the crown prince had to be decorated more luxuriously.

Huaiqing followed Jiang Lao and replied: "The empress said that the master has not yet reached the age of the mansion, and the monthly salary and expenses will still be the same as in the palace. It will be better next year."

Jiang Lao understood, but didn't want to give it to him.

I thought that opening a mansion and going out of the palace would make Rong Chen's life better.

But now it seems that it is no different from in the Shouhuai Palace.

But with a mansion, you can have staff and soldiers, and you will no longer be constrained by others like the front, and slowly, it will always get better.

After walking through the chaoshou corridor, rainwater accumulated in the corner of the yard, and leaves fell on it. When the wind blew, it turned gently.

It is clean and quaint, like an old monk’s monastery.

Jiang Lao's eyes circled a circle, and finally stopped when he swept across the window lattice.

Rong Ming looked at her behind the window for some time, his face was slightly smiling.

She didn’t know why, obviously she was wearing men’s things, and this time she was holding her **** to endure the pain, instead of stuffing her belly, pretending that the little fat man Jiang Youfu he knew, he Wanting to recognize her, those long, narrow, raised eyes have a slight arc because of the full smile.

"Year."

Sure enough, she recognized her.

"How did you recognize me?" Jiang Nao muttered and took off the cone cap, revealing his face.

She was standing in the sun. Although she was in men's clothing this time, she didn't have any makeup on her face, with a natural light pink on her cheeks.

The charming little girl wore a cyan men's suit, which looked a little nondescript.

Rong Yu thinks it looks good.

Ask him to think uncontrollably about how she looks in his clothes.

"Footsteps."

He said.

Seeing a flush on his face, Jiang Lao couldn't help but think of his illness, and stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, "You have caught the cold, but you have some other disease? Why are you still not getting better?"

Rong Ming gave a fake cough,? ? "It's not a serious illness, but it was too cold the day I moved in and caught a cold."

The Liu family had been looking for someone to check who he was, and later Jiang Siye also checked. He had the ability to hide, but he was too lazy to deal with it, so he simply called the disease and didn't see outsiders.

He mentioned "the day of moving" again, and Jiang Lao thought about the attack on the Liu clan again. Although she knew that this matter must have nothing to do with Rong Chen, she couldn't help but remind him.

"My aunt was locked up nearby. One night, a murderous culprit came into the house, and she almost died."

"Yes?"

A pin light flashed in Rong's eyes, but he quickly turned back as usual, tilting his head, as if he was listening very carefully.

Jiang Lao mentioned the few lines in Liu's letter without missing a few words.

She looked at Rong Ming, looked at his pale and sick appearance, and suddenly became a little worried, "You should also pay attention to it. Don't be targeted by him."

Huaiqing felt a little trembling after hearing Jiang Lao's words, but when he thought of Si Ying's end, he was not so afraid.

He won't be afraid if he has the master.

But his master's eyes trembled. The amber pupils are like water in a lake, shattered by thrown stones. As if finally couldn't help the fear in my heart, the expression on his face changed, "It's terrible."

Huaiqing: "..."

He was scared again.

Isn't she talking too scary? Jiang Lao said again: "Perhaps that is my auntie's enemy, don't be too scared, I will leave a guard to protect you."

Rong Wei lowered his eyelids, very obedient, nodded, "Yes".

Jiang Lao couldn't control his hand very much, and always wanted to rub his head.

Today she can't help but put him and the man in the dream

Compare.

That dream, nightmare stayed in her for too long, and it almost made her feel knotted.

At first he wanted her life, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped killing, instead staying by his side to torture.

But she didn't even want to inquire about her family's news, and she couldn't even hear any movement outside. She lived so depressed and uncomfortable that she never smiled.

Occasionally, a man is so kind that he will tell her some outside stories.

He treated her as if raising a bird.

Seeing that the little bird was unhappy and depressed and was about to die, he teased with compassion, coaxed him to keep alive, so that he could have fun and relieve his boredom.

But the stories he told were true... dull and boring.

The storyteller has a high and frosty look from beginning to end.

She doesn't want to listen, and can't escape. It's good to be alive, but she's picky about this and that. I listened to him honestly, and occasionally forced a smile to cheer him up, only to see his face show some satisfaction.

But now this young man who is stubborn and obedient and well-behaved.

Nothing resembles the strange man in the dream.

She seemed to be able to separate the two completely.

That is a dream.

He is the one in front of him.