I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The courtyard is not well-lit, and there are more than a dozen palace lanterns, and the lights are shining at night, so that it will not be too deserted.

The wet moss at the foot of the wall can be cleaned up by someone who can take care of it. Replace with some bonsai or plant some other plants to make the scenery in this yard look better and add a bit of life.

Just now she hurried into the study to hide. After she came out, she realized that there was something missing in it. She added a few paintings, and the four walls were not so empty.

But how can I give these to him?

Jiang Lao frowned, thought for a while, and quickly stretched his eyebrows and got an idea.

"His Royal Highness Nine."

She raised her hand, and softly stroked the bead hairpin on her head. The tassel clinked with broken jade, and asked softly, "Can you...make a hairpin for me again?"

Ask him to help her make a hairpin, and she has reason to respond.

She softened her throat, her eyes were moisturized, and she was obviously dressed in a plain and monotonous menswear collar. The inconsistent contrast made her face more delicate and attractive.

"Don't have patterns, and don't have too complicated patterns, simple and simple, just do what you do."

A soft and soft but not willful little beauty, with soft eyebrows and soft speech, she is coquettish and has an excellent sense of proportion.

Obviously, there is no threatening tone at all, but if you really respond to that sentence, gentleness is also a knife. Invisible, it can make people bow their heads.

It's like a fire in people's hearts, making people's bones crisp.

The person who made the arson didn't know it, watching the eyes of the person in front of him suddenly darkened, thinking that he didn't want to send it, and his heart became anxious. The energy of acting coquettish in front of her father really came out. He pulled his sleeve, his voice was as soft as a cat yawning, "Brother Ming, I want it."

Rong Ming squeezed his fist against the arm rest of the wheelchair, his jaw line tightened, and Sheng Sheng pressed down the evil fire in his heart, turned his face away and nodded.

Jiang Lao got his wish, smiling brightly, curling the corners of his lips.

That night, the water in the medicated bath of His Royal Highness Nine changed from hot to cold.

Lower the fire.

...

When Jiang Lao stepped out of the mansion, it was evening, and there were faint golden threads on the horizon. She glanced around. Although the house was remote, it was quiet enough and the scenery was nice. There were not so many people coming and going. The city is so noisy and prosperous, the house is well repaired, and living here is also comfortable and suitable for recuperating.

When Rong Chen sent her out, he coughed slightly when he spoke, "Will you come tomorrow?"

"

Tomorrow will not come. "

Jiang Lao's eyes dimmed instantly when she saw him, she curled her lips and smiled, "After ten days, I will come again and get the hairpin."

If the day comes, she will help her make a hairpin for fear that he is sick.

Ten days later should be just right, and she also has time to take care of the things she wants to arrange.

"By then, your illness will get better."

Rong Lu nodded, "I'll wait for you."

"Yeah." Jiang Lao retracted his gaze and stepped onto the carriage.

After she got on the carriage, Rong Ming's eyes were gentle and absent, and he said to Huai Qing indifferently: "Go to the dungeon."

Huai Qingmu escorted Rong Chen in, and soon heard a screaming scream from inside, and his face turned pale for a while.

The eyeliner that Changxing and Wu Qiao captured that day were held in the dungeon.

Several times he thought that the eyeliner was dead, but every time he changed it, he could hear Rong Chen asking him to deliver water and food, not too much, only enough to survive, let the eyeliner hang alive, and he would not admit it. It was the day that Empress Jiahe sent him. I'm afraid he couldn't die, and he didn't live happily enough to survive.

Compared with the four girls just said that the person her aunt had met, this method was obviously only as good as that.

Huaiqing couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of the ten days later, and only when Jiang Rao was there would he feel that the master he was serving was a humane fellow.

...

Ming Shao was waiting in the car all the time. When Jiang Lao came back, he mumbled: "Girl, you can count back, I'm worried about what happened to you."

Jiang Lao wore a cone hat to travel, because she didn't want people to recognize her. Originally, she didn't want to bring Ming Shao, for fear that those who knew that Ming Shao was her close maid would recognize her when they saw Ming Shao.

But among the maids next to her, Shao’s mouth is the strictest and most intimate. Jiang Lao finally took her with him, but didn't let her follow him next to him.

Jiang Lao got into the carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and responded lazily, "Didn't I come out?"

She asked Ming Shao: "The seventeenth princes have been here, have you heard anything?"

Ming Shao said: "As the carriage stopped far away, the slave and maid did not see anything, but not long after the time had passed, they heard the neighing movement of the horses."

Since they stopped far, the seventeenth princes should have not seen their carriage, Jiang Lao was a little relieved, and ordered the coachman to set off to go to the lantern workshops and flower shops in the city.

Ming Shao asked curiously, "Girl, what are you going to do there?"

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes, "His Royal Highness Nine has given me a new hairpin, I will return a gift."

Ming Shao has been with Jiang Lao for too long. To Jiang Lao’s temper, she

Knowing a seven-seven-eight, lying on the window lattice, she glanced at the Ninth Prince's Mansion, which was gradually gone. The steps were covered with fallen leaves, and it looked a bit tragic. She seemed to have guessed something, and raised her eyes to look at Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao was sighing and tracing the moiré pattern on the carriage with his fingers, a little annoying, "A layman of me can see that this house is not built properly. If it's not for the identity of me not intervening, I must repair it again."

Seeing Ming Shao hesitating to speak, Jiang Lao raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

Ming Shao said quietly: "It's fine for you to marry. This house is up to you to repair. Whatever you want to cultivate, you can become what you want."

Otherwise, the girl's level of worry would not justify her not being the mistress of the house.

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment, reacted, and raised his hand to scratch Ming Shao and squeaked, "Okay, I'm the one who indulged you too much, and told you to learn to make fun of me."

Ming Shao smiled and avoided, the master and servant were in a mess.

When the trouble was enough, Jiang Lao panted slightly, his cheeks turned red.

She explained to Ming Shao in a serious manner, as if to tell herself, "Don't get me wrong, I will help him for the whole Ning'an Bo Mansion."

Ming Shao asked her in a low voice, "Have the girl never planned for her marriage?"

Jiang Lao: "..."

She really didn't think about it.

She has such a temperament, saying that she is apostate, and she values ​​her reputation a bit, and doesn't want to embarrass her family; but if she values ​​fame, she doesn't follow the rules so much.

If you marry into a house with a strict ethics and education, and the person who is not in your husband’s family is short-lived by her, she has to lose her life first.

Hurt self and others.

Besides, when the new emperor is enthroned, it is not certain whether her family can escape the scourge of being exiled.

Before survival, all things are trivial, including marriage.

She really didn't want to use her brain to think about it. Daily accounts in the three shops and those banquets were enough.

Ming Shao didn't say anything more when she saw that she wasn't getting the hang of her. He just reminded Jiang Lao, "Girl, you don't care, but the fourth master is very concerned, watching you everywhere."

Jiang Lao laughed, and said casually and surely: "If I don't want to marry, my father won't force me."

As the carriage drove forward, Jiang Lao leaned against the wall of the carriage and took a short nap.

She had a dream for a while.

It was late at night in the dream, but there were remnants of gongs and drums.

On the windows, on the ground, on the beams in the room, where the eyes can be seen, there are festive and dazzling red everywhere.

The woman on the wedding bed was covered with a red hijab.

The woman has a slender waist and a wedding dress, and the workmanship is complicated and complicated.

It is also delicate, with thin red thread embroidered with mandarin duck and pomegranate on the edge of the sleeve corners. I don't know how many layers of thread are embroidered. It looks better than any bride's wedding dress Jiang Lao has seen before.

The bride was also much bolder than the bride she had only seen before.

At this moment, others were afraid that they would have to wring the veil with their hands nervously. Instead, her head was drooping and she was going to fall asleep on such a big day.

This is more unruly than her.

Jiang Lao eagerly wanted to see the bride's face.

No matter who it is, when you go to the wedding banquet, is it not the bride that you most want to see?

Someone came in, raised his hand to catch the bride's lower chin.

He whispered something in the bride's ear, his arrogance and dignity couldn't be concealed from his back. He kneaded the earlobe of the bride, acting inexplicably stray and evil, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear what he was whispering to the bride, just watch The bride woke up instantly.

The man's back is tall and straight, he has a red suit with a body, wide sleeves, dark python gold silk, supported by his tall and tall posture, he is very magnificent.

It is the bridegroom official.

After awakening the bride, he opened her hijab with Yu Ruyi.

Jiang Lao saw the bride's face.

Gradually, there were no other thoughts in his mind, and he was completely confused.

"Girl, wake up, Tianshui Lane is here."

The carriage stopped outside Tianshui Alley in Huasi Distillery on the street. Ming Shao woke up Jiang Lao. After Jiang Lao woke up, he had a sad face, "I have a nightmare."

Who could have imagined that the person wearing the phoenix crown and hazel in the dream turned out to be her.

Ming Shao comforted her, "It's just a dream, the girl shouldn't think about it."

Jiang Lao lowered his head and did not answer.

She changed her eyes to see if the bride looks good, but she saw her own face.

She doesn't have anyone who wants to marry now.

Almost all the best young talents in Jinling are in the Bailu Academy, and she almost recognizes them all. But no matter who it is, let alone marrying, she feels strange when she thinks of bumping hands with them in the future.

The makeup on the wedding day was Shengli and Yanyan. She couldn't see how old she was in her dream, and she couldn't see who she was married to, so she felt very awkward.

She held her cheeks and sat in the carriage waiting.

Shicai, she ordered Ming Shao to go to Huasi to order bonsai and eaves lanterns with Lantern Square, so that the store would prepare them and send them directly to Rong's residence.

After waiting for Ming Shao to come back, she asked her in a sullen voice, "You said my dad was helping me see the marriage. Have you ever heard of him, what kind of people does he like?"

Ming Shao shook her head when she heard her question.

She only listens

When there were some maids chatting in the mansion, they said that the fourth master was worrying about the girl's marriage. Those maids were all wondering who the uncle in the future was, but no one knew. Ming Shao didn't know who Jiang Siye was most satisfied with now.

"The slave and maid will help you inquire in the future."

Seeing that Jiang Lao was depressed, she gave her consolation, "The girl is lucky enough, the fourth master is willing to listen to your opinion, the girls from other families in Jinling, which are not the parents' orders, the matchmaker only said, no one asked them whether they would like to be cast I married with a hijab."

Jiang Lao knew this in his heart. She always felt that her marriage was the final decision, but she didn't have the cause of the dream just now.

Could it come true that she nodded and agreed to the marriage?

But she also didn't see how happy and sweet she was when she uncovered her hijab.

Ming Shao said, "Girl, don't worry too much. Fourth Master's vision can't be wrong."

Jiang Lao's eyebrows were filled with unresolved sadness.

...

After returning to the house, Jiang Lao changed into a man's suit. The more he thought about the dream, the more unreliable he felt. Holding a silk lantern, he walked to Si Ye Jiang's study.

At the corner of the pavilion, her feet were taken away.

Pei Songyu who came from the other side also paused.

Siye Jiang was sending Pei Songyu out of the house, and seeing Jiang Lao coming, he smiled and introduced to Pei Songyu, "Your cousin."

Pei Song said with a warm smile, "I have seen it once."

Looking at Pei Songyu's figure, Jiang Lao didn't look like the person in her dreams, so he let go of his vigilant mood a little, and generously bowed to him.

Pei Songyu also nodded at her.

Siye Jiang looked at them at a distance of four or five people between them. He frowned and shook his head. He said to them, "In fact, when you were young, you have seen it several times. do not remember?"

As soon as Pei Songyu was about to speak, Jiang Lao said first: "It's been many years, I can't remember it for a long time."

When Pei Songyu saw her, he couldn't remember it first, so he didn't mention it any more. He turned his head and said to Siye Jiang: "Excuse me, Siye will send it here, the juniors will leave first."

Jiang Lao and Pei Songyu's figure disappeared behind the moon gate. When he turned around, he saw Si Ye Jiang's gaze staying in the direction where Pei Songyu had disappeared, and his slender fingers grabbed her father's sleeve nervously, "Father."

"It is said that the married daughter throws out the water."

She asked anxiously, "Daddy doesn't want to pour my basin of water, right?"