I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

A closer look reveals that the line strokes of this portrait vary in thickness, lack strength, and the surface of the drawing paper is not very clean.

A very bad painting, poorly painted.

Siye Jiang asked the young man, "Have anyone come into my study recently?"

The little servants looked at each other and shook their heads.

Siye Jiang looked at the painting carefully, and finally found a small ink handprint on the lower right.

Very shallow and very fuzzy.

It is similar in shape to the handprint on a cat's paw, small and round.

It is a handprint of a child.

Siye Jiang knew who it was.

"Go and find the young master." He said to the young man.

When the young man who went out found Jiang Jinxing, the little one wandered around the courtyard of the big house.

Catching cats and teasing dogs is a joy.

Last time I drilled the dog hole and heard the Liu clan saying bad things about his family behind his back, only Jiang Jinxing became particularly able to stroll around.

The uncle Jiang family got a headache when he saw his little nephew, just like the young version of the Beijing-based Imperial Forest Army patrolling in Jinling. It seemed that as soon as they caught them saying bad things about his house, like the wind, he would sue the old man.

With his little nephew so young, the old man obviously favored him, and he seemed ruthless when he drove people directly.

Can only be sulking.

Jiang Jinxing was brought back to Fourth Master Jiang, who pointed to the painting, "Did you bring this painting in?"

Jiang Jinxing glanced at it without panic, and nodded with a look of "I did a bad thing, but what can you do with me".

He took a portrait, and the palm of his hand happened to be printed with the fuzzy cat's paw at the bottom right of the canvas.

Siye Jiang asked, "You painted this painting?"

Jiang Jinxing nodded again.

If it was painted by a seven-year-old child, it would not be so clumsy.

He never taught him to paint.

It looks a bit like his son.

Jiang Siye's face was a little softer, and he said, "Why do you put the painting of His Royal Highness Nine in it?"

Jiang Jinxing said frankly: "Daddy wants to show sister-in-law to see her husband-in-law, but Daddy's eyes..."

With a light "tsk", his gaze swept over the animated scrolls that were either flipped or unturned, like picking pork. His gaze was critical, "Too bad."

He wrinkled his nose and said without embarrassment, "My vision is better, no... it's much better. Father, you can't."

Siye Jiang was silent for a while.

After a while.

Jiang Jinxing was chased all over the yard by Jiang Siye and beaten.

Something like my son

It's three days without breaking the house!

Jiang Jinxing jumped up and down all the way, until he jumped to the side of Jiang Qin's, hid behind Jiang Qin's, and pressed against his mother's body temperature, before he let out a sigh of relief.

The corners of Jiang Qin's sleeves were tightly packed, like a quail wet by rain, panting, his face calmed down.

Jiang Qin guarded his son and looked at her husband, "Why are you angry again?"

Siye Jiang was also panting slightly, and said: "This kid sneaked into my study again, and secretly used my pen and ink, and changed to the portraits I looked at. The portraits of the Nine Princes were mixed in."

Siye Jiang didn’t really want to beat his son, but Jiang Jinxing had the same temper as he used to be. He had to make some powerful moves before this kid could remember, “I have to teach him, don’t take his sister’s Marriage mischief."

"I didn't mess around." Jiang Jinxing secretly showed his eyes from behind Jiang Qin's, quail probed, defending himself, "I just put the portrait in it, and didn't force Daddy to choose. I don't know who Daddy is looking for. Who, looking at the portrait, is so cute that I don’t look as good as me. I don’t want them to be my brother-in-law."

The clearer he is.

Si Ye Jiang became more confused.

Jiang Qin hurriedly asked the maid to take Jiang Jinxing aside, and patted the heart of Fourth Master Jiang, "During that time in Yecheng, Jinxing had a lot of contact with Nian Nian and the Ninth Prince. As for those noble princes in Jinling, please I haven't seen it before, so naturally I feel that the Ninth Prince is better. You don't have to be angry with him."

Fourth Master Jiang glanced at Jiang Jinxing.

The little figure was squatting against the wall, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, and drawing his face in the ground in the yard with enthusiasm.

He painted his face so that his facial features were misplaced and squeezed into a ball.

Siye Jiang: "..."

To raise a son is to be angry.

Si Ye Jiang deliberately told Jiang Jinxing, "Even if I can't find someone to my satisfaction, I will never marry any prince every year."

Jiang Jinxing looked even more angry from the back. The face drawn by the small wooden stick had no facial features.

Jiang Qin sighed and asked, "If you are satisfied, have you found someone?"

Siye Jiang: "..."

Like his son, he felt that all the kids in Jinling were crooked.

But the problem is, the prince is not a date!

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Qin shook his head in a clear and helpless manner.

She had the same idea as those little guys, and she really wanted to let Fourth Master Jiang continue to look for. According to his standards, there would be no one in the world.

"Twenty days later, the old lady’s birthday, and my concubine is waiting for someone to hand over invitations to the noble sons of the right age in Jinling. At the banquet, please pay attention to see who is suitable. Who is happy in New Year."

When Siye Jiang thought about the scene of his daughter standing with other stinky boys, he wanted to take a knife, but he suffocated and said, "According to you."

"But don't give invitations to princes and princes." This was his last insistence, "especially the nine princes."

…

Bailu Academy, in the Qingshan school where Mr. Yan teaches.

Pei Songyu closed the invitation card in his hand and handed it to the book boy on the side, "At the end of the month, I'm going to celebrate the birthday of the old lady in Ning'an Bo Mansion, and prepare a gift. Be careful."

"Why does Brother Pei attach so much importance to Mrs. Ning Anbo's birthday?"

Beside, a voice fell.

The speaker is Yu Yinxue who sleeps with Pei Songyu.

He entered the academy two years later than Pei Songyu. He was the concubine of the Qing family in Dali Temple.

Yu Yinxue sat down on the other side of the stone table and looked at Pei Songyu with a smile, "Brother Pei has never been so attentive to matters other than reading."

"The Jiang family is kind to me." Pei Songyu looked calm and saw that the book boy behind Yu Yinxue was also holding the invitation card. Go ahead?"

"Nature is great, but..."

Yu Yinxue sighed, "I have never had any dealings with Ning'an Bo's House. After I went there, I was introduced by Brother Lao Pei."

Pei Songyu agreed, and he smiled, "Thank you Brother Pei."

After chatting for a few words, Yu Yinxue's words changed, "Siye Jiang, who has just returned to the capital, does he have a daughter who is not yet married?"

Pei Songyu remembered what he saw a few days ago, shaking his mind for a while, and nodded.

When Yu Yinxue saw that Pei Songyu shook his head, he couldn't help thinking a little bit more in his heart.

With a gentle smile on his face, he tentatively asked: "Brother Pei is her distant cousin, right? Fourth Master Jiang intends to show his daughter to her husband-in-law. What is your mind about this matter? "

Pei Songyu frowned slightly, and shook his head firmly, "I don't want to make a family just before we can make achievements."

"Brother Pei is devoted to learning, and I am ashamed of it." Yu Yinxue felt a lot more relaxed.

Yu Yinxue is the **** in the family, who has always been ignored. If he wants to make his only way easier, he must find a way to find a good marriage for himself, and finally his wife's natal family can be his help.

"This time old

For the wife’s birthday banquet, Si Yee Jiang might take this opportunity to see her husband-in-law for his daughter. "He just didn't know the Jiang family much before, and was about to ask more questions from Pei Songyu's mouth, and suddenly felt a cold light behind him.

Looking back, there was a person sitting in the wheelchair, under the shade of the tree.

Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu both stood up and bowed their hands in salute, "His Royal Highness Nine."

Rong Ming nodded slightly.

He glanced over the book boy behind the two, with the invitation in his hand.

The sight passed lightly, but nothing happened in the end.

But Huai Qing was extremely scared.

He heard the conversation between Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue just now.

The tone of Yu Yinxue's speech was a bit like the tone of His Royal Highness Nine when he spoke in front of the Third Prince...

I don't know what she is thinking about Miss Jiang Si.

His Royal Highness Nine must have heard it too.

Now that I heard it, how could I not do something?

But seeing Rong Ming turned around and looked at him, "Take me to find Mr. Yan."

Huaiqing's expression was slightly surprised.

Looking back at Yu Yinxue, he looked at something rare with a divine light body.

Actually let His Highness Nine let him go.

…

Yan Nanxun was in the attic on the second floor of his study, holding a scroll in one hand and a brush in the other, making circles.

There is a sense of unparalleled vigor in the sitting shelf alone.

Hearing the knock on the door, he said "in" without raising his head.

"Sir." Rong Chen handed over the scroll he was holding. "The history book that Mr. asked the disciple to memorize is already familiar."

Yan Nanxun picked two pages at random and asked, seeing that he was already familiar with it, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

It's only been a few days...

A few days ago, Queen Jiahe sent an **** to tell him that when the Ninth Prince was a child, he did not have a good habit of studying and did not develop a good habit. It is the face of Emperor Zhaowu, don't hesitate to punish him.

Yan Nanxun was originally a man of temperament, regardless of whether he was the emperor or the emperor, sometimes the emperor would not give his face, let alone honor the emperor.

It’s just that Queen Jiahe sent someone specially to tell him so, he thought that the nine princes would be the one who couldn’t bear the hardship with the natural aura, and was a little worried for a while, worrying that he might see the wrong person.

Yan Nanxun looked at him slightly, his eyes were a little cold, "Have you never forgotten since you were a child?"

Rong Ming shook his head, and a faint crow green could be seen on the skin under his eyelids. "The disciple is dull, knowing that he is inferior to the other brothers. It took several days and nights to memorize it before I barely learned it."

Huaiqing: "..."

He personally watched the little majesty at night, under the candlelight, holding the booklet from the jewellery craftsman, and either beating on the jade or casting gold and silver, he was not endorsing it at all.

Recently, it seems to be a weird thing, I started to wonder how to make jelly beans, anyway, I was not endorsing it.

He didn't even see when His Royal Highness Nine picked up the book.

This is called dullness, no one in the world is smart.

When he was in the limelight, His Highness Nine wanted to lie.

However, in the situation of His Highness Yijiu today, there are so many people in the palace who want to harm him, and it is good to hide oneself.

Hearing Rong Ming's words, Yan Nanxun nodded, his gaze softened.

Rong Chen's attitude made him more satisfied.

If Rong Ming was too sloppy, as Jiahe Queen said, no matter how amazing his conversations were when he first talked to him at night, no matter how smart he was, he would not pay too much attention to it.

Reading is more than just a moment of cleverness.

I found a few new history books from the bookshelf and handed them to Rong Chen, "These books have my comments on them. Since you have finished memorizing them early, you should look at them first."

Rong Gui thanked him, suddenly raised his eyes, looked towards Yan Nan, and said with a smile: "Sir, the weather outside today is sunny, the sky is like the sea, and it is very beautiful. Would you like to take a look, sir? It really makes people broad-minded."

Yan Nanxun looked at the young man with a clean smile on the tip of his teeth, and suddenly realized that this was the youngest of all his disciples.

His tone just now was too harsh.

This is just a child who is not up to the crown. When walking, look at the sky and the earth, simple and sincere.

Looking at him, he inevitably remembered that he was a little infected when he was a teenager, and said with a smile: "Then I will go and see."

Rong Ming reminded, "Sir, from the north window, the clouds over there are beautiful."

Yan Nanxun's book boy opened the sash of the north window a bit bigger for Yan Nanxun.

Yan Nanxun stood by the window, raising his eyes and looking

But I saw the scene where Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu were chatting on the side of the stone table.

With a deep smile on Yu Yinxue's face, it didn't look like she was talking about poetry.

"Standing there and talking, have you finished reading all the books under the sky? Is there anything to talk about?"

Yan Nanxun has always treated his disciples very harshly, and said somewhat irritably.

Although this Yu Yinxue is clever in his head, he always wants to find shortcuts because he can't use any ideas.

But he is always smiling and never makes mistakes,

There is no chance to teach him.

"Do you mean Brother Pei and Brother Yu?" Rong Ming asked at the right time.

"I mean they, did you hear what they were talking about just now?"

"The disciple never noticed..."

Huai Qing was navigating what Rong Ming said he didn't hear, but he saw that Rong Ming who was talking slightly tilted his head and looked at him.

The sky light coming through the window fell on his face, very harmless to humans and animals, "Huaiqing, have you heard anything?"

Huaiqing's face changed slightly.

He got it.

His Royal Highness took advantage of the weather to let Yan Nanxun open the window and saw the scene of Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue chatting.

Then let him make a small report as a slave.

But His Royal Highness, from beginning to end, is like a lotus, out of silt and not stained.

Just a boy who loves to watch the sky.

"The two princes are talking about going to Ning'an Bo Mansion for a banquet." After following Rong Ming for a long time, Huai Qing felt that he had also practiced a bit of skill. "Their bookboys are holding invitations. "

Yan Nan glanced around and saw the invitation cards in the hands of the two book boys, which were the same as those on his desk.

He couldn't hold back his temper, and angrily picked up an object from the table and threw it out the window.

Lion's roar and the ruler rushed towards Yu Yinxue's forehead, "I don't know if I have been studying diligently!"

…

Huaiqing looked at Yan Nan looking for the invitation on the table, and looked at Rong Ming with some sympathy: "His Royal Highness, it seems that you are the only one in the academy... that has not received the invitation."

However, there was no slight fluctuation in the expression on Rong Ming's face.

Sad, lonely, none at all.

Long fingers turned a few pages of the scroll in his hand, his expressions were all faint, "Is it impossible to go without an invitation?"