I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The accompanying palace man got out of the carriage and went to the shop next to him to ask questions. After returning, he whispered to the seventeenth prince.

The seventeenth prince stared inch by inch, coldly tangled down.

…

Before Jiang Lao arrived, he borrowed the small kitchen in the Imperial Concubine Yun's Shuxiang Palace to stew a cup of ginseng and angelica pigeon soup.

The white porcelain stew pot opened, and the noodles were full of heat. Jiang Lao wanted to stuff the spoon into Rong Ming's hand, but his right hand was injured. Jiang Lao's hand that was handing the spoon lightly drank in the air, changed direction, and moved the spoon. Gently push it into his left hand.

His hands are far less beautiful than his face. They are the hands that have suffered bitterness. Although the bones are excellent, the fingers are slender and straight, but there are too many scars in the palms of the hands, the calluses cover the blood, and the calluses on the tiger's mouth are the thickest.

This is strange for Jiang Lao. She saw those calluses just now when she bandaged his wounds.

Will a person who has been injured for a whole year without the opportunity to practice martial arts have such thick calluses in his palm?

Even if it is the callus left by the archery, the hand holding the bow when he shoots is the left hand, so the callus will not fall on the right hand.

But at that time, Rong Ming's fingers quickly clenched into a fist due to the pain. She had no time to look carefully. A girl who had never studied martial arts couldn't think about these things.

Rong Zhao's left hand trembling when he picked up the spoon, Jiang Lao sighed when he saw the situation.

She took the spoon back again, "I'll do it."

If this injury is hurt on someone else’s hand, it won’t make people feel so pity, but she doesn’t know how he grows. She has a sad and alienated face, but when she stares at you, he is beautiful. A small light will gather in the eyes, like stars melted into a lake, like the kind of child who doesn't say a word next to pain, making people feel distressed for no reason.

Jiang Lao quickly forgot about the calluses and fed him the ginseng soup.

Ming Shao, who was guarding outside the room, glanced into the room through the gap between the curtains, and saw that her girl was as good to Rong Zhao as her brother, and he sighed with a frown.

Like a real brother, but not a real brother.

If this scene is seen by others, the girl's reputation will be ruined. If this continues, even if there is a good marriage to come to the door in the future, knowing that the girl and His Highness Nine are so close, I misunderstood that if the girl is not observant, it will definitely be a bad thing.

Ming Shao, the little door god, stared at the door of the house, lest any unexpected guests suddenly break in. After a while, she made a bit of displeasure, and said to Huaiqing beside her: "Father-in-law, slave and maid, take the liberty to say something. "

Huai Qing looked at her.

"You are taking care of His Royal Highness Nine. Don't always let him get sick today or tomorrow." Ming Shao fights the injustices for Jiang Lao. "If he is sick, the girl is always worried. When you visit your aunt, you have to remember. With him, both sides are not good, so why bother."

Huai Qing just sighed.

He had no choice but to persuade: "Go back and persuade Miss Nine to make her cruel."

His Royal Highness Nine was really not so weak. The few days he said he was sick were no different from usual. He just asked him to let out the news that he was sick. It looked like he was not sick, but he didn’t know what was wrong and didn’t dare to ask more. When he is really sick.

There is no shortage of things in the mansion. People at the Internal Affairs Office are used to judging the situation. Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu is more and more important to his nine sons, he no longer dared to neglect blatantly and give things according to the rules. Silk and silk money, flower and plant plaques in the mansion, and palace lanterns at the corner of the corridor, the decorations and furnishings in the house are all available, all arranged.

Compared to when he was assigned to the Shouhuai Palace from the Respect Room, His Royal Highness Nine was misunderstood to run, today is different.

But those things from the House of Internal Affairs were taken by His Highness Nine to the pawnshop and put them in the pawnshop. After replacing them with silver pieces, the craftsmen asked the craftsmen to carve out a dark room and added monthly allowances to the servants of the house. With one stone and two birds, both stabilized the hearts of those palace people who were dissatisfied because the house they moved out was too remote, but also seemed to be living a miserable life.

As soon as the four girls were in front of them, they couldn't carry their shoulders or lift their hands, and they couldn't help but feel weak, like stepping into the yellow spring in the next step.

It's really cunning and tricky.

If it weren't for the screams of the prisoner's eyeliner in the dark room of the mansion, and only looking at the pale and sick appearance at the bottom of the nine halls, he could believe it and think that he has recovered from the serious illness.

Who told God to reward him with a good face.

Huai Qing said it seriously.

He really felt that the problems of His Highness Nine were all used to by the four girls.

Ming Shaobai glanced at him, "My girl's heart should be soft or soft, and hard or hard, there is nothing wrong with her."

Huai Qing's remark, to her, is totally shirking responsibility. She let him take good care of his master, but he in turn provoked her girl's problems.

Ming Shao hummed.

Huai Qing couldn't help but spread his hands.

…

When Rong Ming left the grain shop, Ming Shao opened the curtain and went in.

Jiang Lao was holding a makeup box in his hand and looking carefully.

Last time I asked Rong Ming to help her make a hairpin, but he was obedient, and the hairpin was very simple and concise.

However, this makeup box was used with thought, and she couldn't tell whether he made it or bought it in exchange.

The wood-carved white jade makeup box is very valuable at first glance, but there is only a small hairpin in it, which is a little top-heavy and not too light.

Although she hadn't read the accounts in his house, she sometimes had nothing to do with the accounts in the shop, and she also worked out her calculations, and roughly calculated that this makeup box shouldn't make him feel embarrassed when he buys it.

Jiang Lao didn't bother, and generously took down the makeup box and hairpin.

Rong Chao is now living smoothly. Although he relies on his own archery and strategy, she also has a small credit. Jiang Lao doesn't mind putting gold on his face and receiving gifts with peace of mind.

After Rong Dong left, she held her small makeup box and fumbled around.

The small makeup box seems to have been exposed to the sun and dried osmanthus in it. After opening, there is a pleasant scent of osmanthus.

She opened and closed, looked inside and then outside, and the effort of a few cups of tea passed without stopping.

Ming Shao came over and saw Jiang Lao with a smile on his lips, playing with the makeup box, and couldn't help but let out a cry from the bottom of my heart.

I thought that the Nine Princes were gone, the girl would no longer think of him.

Whoever thinks that others are gone, but left a beautiful makeup box.

Ming Shao is waiting next to him, and he knows Jiang Lao’s preferences. This kind of exquisite, small and beautiful thing is most popular with girls. When I go back, I might have to put it on the dressing table. I’m facing each other when I dress up every day. Every time I see it, I think of someone who gives a gift.

Ming Shao had a headache for a while. The Fourth Master and his wife had just visited her two days ago and said that she would be optimistic about the girl.

Not to mention that Si Ye and his wife didn't want their daughter to marry the crown prince. Even if she was a maid, she didn't want to see the girl she was serving finally marry a disabled person, always feeling wronged for the girl.

Ming Shao stepped forward, took off the makeup box in Jiang Lao's hand, put it aside, and said to Jiang Lao: "Girl, I heard that new jewelry has been put in the Minhe Tower. , Shall we go take a look?"

Add some new stuff, lest the girl always look at this one from the Ninth Prince.

Thinking that her aunt's birthday was approaching, it was time to take back the gift seriously, Jiang Lao nodded, and asked the shopkeeper for last month's account books, and asked Ming Shao to accompany her to Wenhe Tower.

…

The carriage of the seventeenth prince stopped at the alley.

There are many shops along the Qinhuai River and there is a dense traffic flow.

The carriage of the 17th prince was hidden among the other dozen carriages, and

not obvious.

He stared at the direction of the backyard of the Liangpu.

Until the two Zhumens were pushed open and Rong Ming and Huaiqing came out, the seventeenth prince's eyes immediately became sharp.

But at this moment, Rong Ming glanced over at him if nothing happened.

The seventeenth prince quickly shrank his head vigilantly, and after confirming that Rong Chen hadn't seen him, he breathed a sigh of relief and poked his head out again.

He waited until Jiang Lao came out of the grain shop. He looked carefully and confirmed that he was not mistaken, and a faint joy was born in his heart.

In this Jinling city, under the imperial city, the ethics is especially strict.

It's a shame that men and women who haven't talked about marriage talk in private.

If this matter is taken out, Rong Ming's reputation will be over.

Only a little

"Is that really Jiang Siye's daughter?"

The entourage nodded, "It's the daughter of Jiang Siye, Jiang Lao. She is pretty good for her looks."

The seventeenth prince frowned in anger.

A few days ago, all of Jinling was discussing what happened in Ning'anbo Mansion.

Jiang Siye has a long-standing reputation in calligraphy and painting, but his reputation when he was young is really not good. He is a first-class romantic boy in the emperor, and only his elder brother can control him.

We all know that he and his elder brother have a deep relationship, but no one thought that it was just because his elder brother concealed the fact that his daughter was almost abducted many years ago. The fourth grandfather Jiang is middle-aged, so he can turn against his elder brother.

It shows how much he loves his daughter.

If this matter is taken out, the reputation of the woman will be the most damaged compared to the man. If Jiang Lao wants to preserve her face, he can only marry the person who has ruined her reputation.

The seventeenth prince suddenly felt so depressed, he finally caught a handle of Rong Ming, and thought he could let out a sigh of relief. But if you hold on to it, it's like helping his elder brother make a good marriage.

After he returned to the palace, he was also depressed. After hearing him, Empress Jiahe said coldly, "Don't tell me about this first."

"Jiang Xingchuan is over. Jiang Xingzhou will be the speaker in Ning'an Bo's mansion in the future. If we let that crippled marry Jiang Xingzhou's daughter..."

When Empress Jiahe thought of the arrogance and pride of Concubine Yun Gui after the accident at Ning'an Bo Mansion, she felt a bit like a knife in her throat.

A Ning'an Bo Palace can't be converted, but if Ning An Bo Palace and the Qin Family join forces, they all want to support Rong Chen. Even if her father secretly recruited troops and cultivated forces these years, I am afraid he could not resist it.

The only thing that can give her some comfort is that Rong Jianhuan is disabled. No matter how powerful the forces behind it are, Emperor Zhaowu will not choose a disabled son to inherit the Datong.

But even if Rong Ming could not claim to be emperor, but with full wings, she would have trouble sleeping and eating.

She said: "What you see is just appearance, maybe things are not what you think."

"What's that?"

Jiahe Queen pressed her forehead with a headache, "My palace is trying to find out how Jiang Xingzhou planned his daughter's marriage."

How can parents who really love their children want their daughter to marry a disabled person?

"Just let go of the disability?" The seventeenth prince was obviously not satisfied with the result.

Although he didn't want to help Rong Chao get a good marriage, he finally caught Rong Chao's handle, and he was unwilling to let this opportunity go.

"I won't let it go." Empress Jiahe raised the corner of her lips and smiled slowly, "This matter today reminds me."

…

Yan Nanxun knew that Rong Chen would join the Ministry of Industry in the future, so he searched for him for a long time, such as water conservancy farming, agricultural science and other classics, and urged Rong Chen to take a look. It took a lot of time to sort these things, and when I returned home, it was already late at night.

At night, a cold wind blew, and the palace lanterns under the eaves of the pavilion were blown chaotically, and the light and shadow went out every now and then.

Huaiqing was carrying a heavy bookshelf on her back, swayed by the wind, and her pace was unstable.

The figure sitting in the wheelchair ahead was unaffected by the wind and moved forward steadily.

The figure walked a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped.

Rong Lu dropped his arms, picked up a palace lantern that had been blown down on the corridor, raised his fingers, and dusted the ashes on it.

In order to make the courtyard look more lively, Jiang Lao picked some beautiful colorful glazed lamps, but the falling palace lantern shattered cracks, and the lamp paper also cracked.

Rong Ming looked at the place where the lantern paper was cracked, and when he looked down, his eyes were dark and thoughtful.

The crack was flat, not like a natural break, but rather like being cut by a sword.

There was a mess of footsteps at the other end of the corridor, Changxing hurried out, saw Rong Ming, knelt in front of Rong Ming, "Your Highness."

With scars on his face, he said: "At three quarters noon, there was someone in the palace, and the subordinate wanted to stop, but the person came with the empress's decree and couldn't stop it at all."

Rong Zhen was not surprised that Empress Jiahe would send someone over to signal Changxing to continue.

"The queen maid who arranged the bed for her Royal Highness has been sent to Beishenyuan. Wu Que and his subordinates wanted to stop them, but they were crowded with people. Wu Que and his subordinates were said to have no rules and were beaten. The magpie was injured."

Rong Ming turned his head and told Huaiqing, "Go, please

husband. "

Huaiqing frowned, "The maid who sent me..."

Rong Ming looked like a knife, "I'll go and see."

At the Moon Gate of the Beishen Courtyard, there is an old lady, followed by dozens of palace people, waiting there.

Seeing Rong Chen's arrival, the mother looked over his legs speciously, with a respectful tone, and with an extremely contemptuous expression. She proclaimed the decree of Queen Jiahe and said: "His Royal Highness, Empress Empress, this But I miss you and worry about you."

Rong Lu didn't smile, but his smile looked clear under the lights, "Dare to ask Mother, where is that person?"

"In the West Wing."

The mother took some silver rewards, returned to Queen Jiahe, and reported her dialogue with Rong Chen back to Queen Jiahe.

It was so easy for Rong Chen to accept the court lady she arranged, and the Queen Jia and the Queen were shocked, and she couldn't believe it.

Rong Chen had already reached the age when he should be aware of personnel. Most of the princes in the palace had a maid who served as a tent at the age of twelve or thirteen, who served them in bed.

She should have arranged for him a palace maid, but it was delayed because of his injury.

Now his body may not be able to do it, but this kind of incomplete body, if he can indulge in it, it will soon become an empty shell.

The mother said, "His Royal Highness Nine did leave the man behind and gave him a reward for silver. It seems that he is in a good mood..."

Jiahe Queen was a little surprised.

When Rong Ming was young, she hated strangers very much, and was annoyed by being touched by others. She thought that when he grew up, he should be a female person, but she didn't expect it to be.

Queen Jiahe touched the head of Prince Seventeen, "Thanks to Yuan'er for reminding me of this wake-up."

The maid sent here is not an ordinary woman. Not only can she help her look at Rong Lu, she also has the charm/bones trained in the brothel, which is very attractive, and she took the pregnancy soup, so there is no need to worry that she will leave Rong Lu. Lay an heir, wait until he is really addicted to female sex, and see how he can maintain his reputation.

…

The maid in the west wing heard the sound of talking outside and was delighted to know that she had been left behind.

The lamp in Rong Chen's study was on until midnight, and he usually didn't like being approached by others. No one would let him come, and he was alone in the study holding the lamp and reading at night.

The study door suddenly opened.

The maid in the west wing barged in, dressed in tulle, the ones to be exposed were not exposed, the ones to be covered were not covered, with a full gesture of refusing to welcome her.

The face is not the most beautiful color, but it is very pitiful, it is the kind of appearance that is extremely easy to provoke the pity of men.

When even kneeling on the ground

Whenever, the posture must be twisted into a charming and attractive arc.

With a thump, she knelt down in front of Rong Chen, "If your Royal Highness doesn't want to be a slave and maidservant, the lady and the maid will blame the slave and maidservant when you go back."

She cried so much, she knocked her head on the ground a few times, shaking her body tremblingly.

This palace lady said she was a palace lady, the lady Jiahe Queen found from the brothel. Her body was not clean and she changed her identity. She took a lady's sign in the courtroom of the palace and gave it the name "Forsythia". After teaching the rules for a few days, she was sent here after she was told what to do.

Forsythia has a scent of attractiveness, and the men she has served/waited for cannot be controlled by each of them.

She knew her advantage clearly. Seeing Rong Yu flipping through the book, there was an unlit palace lantern in front of her. She was surprised at what he was doing, and secretly remembered all the furnishings in the study in her heart, waiting for the future. In response to Queen Xiang Jiahe, she moved two more steps in the direction of Rong Ming.

Men are greedy for freshness, so how can a woman who throw her arms refuse?

"The slave and maid will not be noisy, will not make trouble, can sing a Jiangnan small song, can relieve your highness, don't ask how much your maid can give to the slave, just ask the slave to stay with you, and share your worries for you."

The person on the opposite side was unmoved and didn't even look at her.

Forsythia was anxious, the incense on her body was obviously arousing/emotional, and the hours of kneeling here were not short, why he was completely unmoved? This is unreasonable.

The queen mother told her that at that time, Rong Zhi injured her calf. Although it was inconvenient, it shouldn’t be wrong. She said anxiously: “If your Royal Highness has a social gathering, you can bring your servants with you. The servants can dance and sing for you. Helping. The slave and maid had a good life, and won't embarrass His Royal Highness."

"The skin looks good."

Finally spoke.

Forsythia was overjoyed, and when she heard the contents of Rong Ming's words clearly, she was even more pleasantly surprised.

She didn't expect to be so smooth.

"His Royal Highness." She raised her chin slightly, so that her tearful face could make the person in front of her see more clearly.

In the next moment, there was a lazy and smiling sound in my ears.

"It happens to be missing a piece of lantern paper. I picked this human skin and it happens to be a lantern."

The laughter was very pleasant, but it was like drumsticks falling heavily on the eardrums. Forsythia, who was kneeling on the ground, became stiff and his back became numb and cold.

The man under the lamp has slender joints, twisting the thin light paper of the glazed lamp, moving slowly and neatly, very elegant and beautiful. But once he thinks of what he said just now, his action is kind of meaningful and terrifying, "I thought about looking for you after I finished reading, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself."

And the flames of the lamps and candles were reflected in his smiling eyes like a moon, and violent bloodthirsty madness was looming. He suddenly put down the lantern, took out a dagger from nowhere, and turned it in a circle in his hand with a cold light.

"Isn't that I can sing a small song? I peeled your skin alive to make a lantern, and you sang the small song to relieve my boredom, how?"

"Can it be done?"

"Get out if you can't!"

…

It looked like he was dead, his face slumped.

It's just that this person with a dying look was Rong Chen who frightened Forsythia and got out of the house screaming.

When meeting in the backyard of the Liangpu shop on the second day, Jiang Lao felt strange in her heart when she saw Rong Chen like this. She asked Huaiqing, "What's wrong with Your Highness Nine?"

Huaiqing returned to her, "Last night, Empress Empress sent the palace maid from the curtain to come to sleep for His Royal Highness Nine."

Jiang Lao didn't think about it for a while, but it took a while to figure it out.

As soon as I figured it out, the smile on her face instantly dropped.

The mindless, unhappy heart suddenly, the first reaction is not to believe.

He wouldn't let others touch him and wait for the bed, how could it be possible?

After not thinking about the reason for this emotion, I was about to suppress the discomfort in my heart when I suddenly heard Rong Ming call her small print.

"Year."

Rong Ming's eyes were quietly locked on Jiang Lao's face. Seeing her smile sinking, his pupils seemed to be lit by a small cluster of fire, some surprises and surprises.

It's just that he was not impatient or impatient, and raised his chin slightly without moving a trace, so that the fear and bitterness on his face could make the people in front of him see more clearly.

His face showed a look of hatred for himself, and his face sadly said, "I'm not clean anymore."