I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao thought to himself that it was her uncle's business that made her afraid of being bitten by a snake for ten years, and she became more suspicious and worried.

There was a shallow cloud in her apricot eyes, and she didn't look melancholy, but in contrast to her usual smile on her face, it was unhappy. After reading the letter, she recalled the dreams that almost became her heart disease over and over again, and she couldn't change her smile. At this moment, the heart knot seemed to be untied, the shadows disappeared, and the light in his eyes softened, looking soft and agile.

The sound of the wind blew a narrow gourd vine under the corner of the courtyard, whirlly blowing up the leaves on the ground. After a while, the wind disappeared and the leaves sank again.

Listening to these noises, Jiang Lao glanced at the foot of the wall, where the light was gloomy and moss was growing.

The light in this house is really bad, and the location is remote.

Jiang Lao knew that Wuyi Alley, the best area in Jinling City, was surrounded by royal families and nobles. Her father took a fancy to a piece of land there, but he heard that Xu Guozhang had already circled it. Maybe it will be built after the 17th Prince's mansion.

Regardless of how grand the house can be built in the future, the location alone will be much better than the west of the city.

Sure enough, everywhere is a place where the weak can eat the strong, especially in the palace. When she went to visit her aunt in the palace, it was common for her aunt to ask the palace maid to send some food and supplies to other palaces to help the concubine there.

Most of those imperial concubines did not show up from their mothers, and they could not be favored by Emperor Zhaowu, and it was not easy to spend time in the palace.

And a prince who has no mother and died young, how can he be better than those imperial concubines who live in misery?

His mansion was built in the west of the city. In the future, if he wants to recruit some capable people and lofty people to be the only guests in the curtain, those people will see his mansion is deserted, and they don’t know his future ability like she does. Whoever looks at him must think of him. The future is worrying, and 80% will scare away.

Jiang Lao thought for a long time, and then looked at the deserted courtyard, and felt that this was very inappropriate.

She secretly remembered this matter in her heart, and took care of the cone hat in her hand. She wanted to put it on and leave here and go out for a while, but before she put the cone hat back on her head, she first saw that the young man was pale and bloodless. Face.

He changed his look a little frightened, his eyes were filled with indelible pensiveness and fear?

The young man watched her put on the cone hat again and wanted to leave, and lowered her eyes displeasedly, but her appearance looked pitiful, "Your auntie's residence is too close to me, I am alone..."

He wrinkled his brows, slightly, and didn't directly say the word "fear", but his eyes were moving, and he was a little scared when he spoke to others.

Jiang Lao pointed at Huaiqing, "Isn't this in exchange for Huaiqing?"

Huaiqing was excited in an instant. Before Rong Ming looked at him, he immediately said: "Four girls, there are so many things to do in this mansion, so the minion will leave first."

The figure disappeared in just a moment.

As soon as Jiang Lao lifted his eyes, he ran into Rong Ming's gaze looking at her, "Will you accompany me...just for a while."

His eyes are so painful, mournful, and looking at you is like poking your heart.

Facing this kind of weak Liu Fufeng, who was born like a fairy, let alone let her stay with him for a while, even if she asked her to pick the stars for him, she wanted to say yes.

Besides, he is really sick.

Jiang Lao nodded immediately after he was behind.

She just stayed and had nothing to do. He wanted to help him decoct the medicine, but he had taken the medicine today, and he wanted to help him tidy up the things in the house. He pulled her sleeves again, like letting him She left him for half a step, not at ease, it seemed that it was good enough that she just stayed to accompany him.

At this moment, Huaiqing hurriedly walked over and reported: "His Royal Highness Nine, Your Highness Seventeen See you."

Rong Chen's eyes instantly cooled down, "No guests."

Huaiqing wiped the sweat from his head, "The gatekeeper told him that you were sick and not seeing guests, but he just broke in."

At this time, several people's footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Huaiqing said anxiously: "The Seventeenth Hall has come down."

The seventeenth prince was surrounded by guards, walking through the corridor, walking in and looking around.

Seeing that every courtyard in this house was as cold and humid as his mother had said, and lifeless, the corners of his mouth suddenly evoked a satisfied smile.

Except that it was a little bigger, it was a decent house, not much better than the Shouhuai Palace in the imperial city.

Originally, on the hunting ground, he heard that his father had agreed to let Rong Jian's sub-mansion go out of the palace. He only felt extremely unhappy in his heart. At this moment, he saw that the house was so rudimentary and he felt appropriate.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Jiang Lao made a cold sweat on his hands.

Although she ran out today in men's clothing, she had no makeup on her face. When she was sitting in the carriage, she could cover her face with a cone hat and fool the pedestrians on the road. If she was hit by the 17th prince in person, she might not be able to deceive it. .

In those days as Jiang Youfu in the academy, she bumped into him several times. At that time, he would always look at her a few more times because she was beside Rong Ming. If he saw him today, let him see some clues. Maybe her Jiang Youfu identity could not be hidden.

Jiang Lao was flustered instantly.

Rong Wei twisted his eyebrows to see her instantly frightened expression, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid."

"Hide in my study."

His voice is calm and inexplicably reassuring.

The moment Jiang Lao hid in the study, the Seventeenth Prince happened to walk into this square courtyard.

Jiang Lao took a deep breath in fear and held his breath.

Huaiqing, who had stopped him from letting him in, was stopped by his guards, as if he were the owner of this house, and the 17th prince looked so proud.

"Brother Nine."

He held a black cat in his arms, glanced at Rong Ming, and smiled pretensely, "Brother Nine moved to a new home, but he couldn't congratulate him. I will make it up today."

He was born four or five points similar to Queen Jiahe, looking at Rong Ming with arrogant and disdainful eyes.

Jiang Lao was so far away that he couldn't hear what the 17th prince was saying.

She squatted quietly under the window lattice, shrank and hid. The bookcase in front of her was piled up with several stacks of scrolls.

On the side of the desk, the candle in the candlestick burned out, and it should have been burning for a long time at night.

A small box was placed abruptly under the table, and Jiang Lao almost tripped her foot when she came in. I don't know what was inside.

Rong Chen didn't even look at the seventeenth prince, as if he didn't have this person in his eyes.

The seventeenth prince was a little annoyed.

The queen mother compares him with Rong Chen every day, so that he can't lose to the **** of this palace girl anyway, he has always regarded him as a thorn in the flesh.

He is a few years older than him, but he is not respectable. His biological mother was just a slave with an extremely low status, and he was born to be a man.

But it was because his charming mother hooked his father's favorite that he became a prince on his equal footing, which is really hateful.

It's just that the years of infiltration made the 17th prince invisibly resemble the style of Queen Jiahe.

Knowing that Rong Lu hates living creatures, he moved leisurely along the cat's back of the kitten in his arms, looking at Rong Lu's cold white face, his eyebrows moved slightly, "Nine brother is really sick?"

He was stopped just now, and he thought that this was just a way for Rong Ming to pretend to be sick because he didn't want to see him.

But he can smell the thick body on him

The smell of medicine is different from the faint smell of medicine in the front, maybe it is really sick.

The seventeenth prince pretended to care and said: "The scattered doctors in the city are not as good as the imperial doctors in the palace. Can Brother Nine go back to the palace to see the illness?"

For the feng shui of this house, my grandfather had to look for a magic stick. He was full of evil spirits. Living here would surely meet disaster.

Actually accurate.

He became ill just after he moved in, and he doesn't know what will happen to him in the future.

The seventeenth prince raised the corner of his mouth, his heart happy.

In a few days it will be the final exam in the college. It is best to let him not afford to be sick and miss that exam.

Jiang Lao secretly glanced out, trying to see what he was saying from the mouth of the seventeenth prince.

But it was so far apart that she could only see the seventeenth prince talking there, but she couldn't hear what he said.

The seventeenth prince felt a little refreshed when he saw that he had a bad time.

Especially today, somehow, no matter what he said, he didn't react at all.

Obviously he was bullied by him when he was a child, and he always pinched his neck and beat him back and forth, in a posture that he was going to kill him, and others couldn't pull him away. This time he came to see him with a crippled leg, and he was carrying seven or eight guards in fear.

It seems that he is really sick.

He laughed, deliberately saying something ironic, "Since Brother Nine is doing well, I'm relieved."

Jiang Lao waited for the 17th prince to leave, and the sound of footsteps was far away, before he got out of the study, squatted in the study under the window and hid her head and tail for a long time, hiding her knees weak.

She looked in the direction where the 17th prince had left, instinctively there was nothing good, and walked back to Rong Chen, "What did he say to you just now?"

Rong Chen's vision was slightly cooler.

It's just a mad dog barking.

But he pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Huaiqing was stopped by the guards for a long time. This time he finally got his freedom. He rubbed his pinched arms and complained to Jiang Lao with some annoyance, "Four girls, His Highness Seventeen has always been of this temperament, His Highness Nine He and Jia and the Queen need to know what happened here. If they see that His Royal Highness is not doing well, they will be satisfied."

When the only seventeenth prince left, his back was full of triumph. That means he came to joke about Rong Ming's bad life?

Change more than once.

Jiang Lao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This time she happened to meet her, what about the front?

Jiang Lao asked, and Huai Qing said: "Before this house, the empress was almost put on the eyeliner outside the house. Fortunately, Changxing and Wu Que were both clever and found out early."

"Eyeliner?" Jiang Lao was stunned for a while.

Rong Ming couldn't see her frowning expression, and faintly said, "Changxing and Wu Que will be guarded outside, and the queen's wish will not be fulfilled. Let her arrange the eyeliner easily."

Changxing and Wu Que were two of the servants that Jiang Lao arranged for Rong Zhao when he returned to the palace.

No wonder he was scared. Changxing and Wu Que were both guarding outside. There was not even a skilled servant in this huge house. Today, the 17th prince just came in with seven or eight guards. I don't know how easy it is to harm him.

Jiang Lao felt more and more that there was nothing here in Rong Chen. The structure of this house could not be changed for a while. There was a lack of people and things, so he could think of a way to change it.