I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Queen Jiahe was very surprised and puzzled about this matter, "Shen Que hasn't dealt with us too much before."

"There have been rumors of Chen Que doting on his concubine and destroying his wife. His reputation is not very good. It's just that he has a good political record recently, and he has risen steadily. If he can talk to the emperor, he can find a chance and see him."

Xu Guozhang slowly said: "When I meet him, see what his plan is, then you decide whether to see his daughter."

The maid next to Queen Jiahe was attached to Queen Jiahe's ear and said a few words to remind Queen Jiahe of the palace banquet at the end of the month.

Queen Jiahe said to Xu Guozhang: "At the end of the month, there will be a flower viewing banquet in the palace, and the palace will be able to see the second girl Shen at that time. If I went to meet the second girl Shen first and asked what was going on, Go and see Lord Shen again, so as not to have too much contact with courtiers and cause the sage's suspicion."

"That's good." Xu Guozhang responded.

In Shen Mansion, Shen Xiuying's mother, Jiang, wore a string of brand new pearl earrings for Shen Xianying. She picked up the bronze mirror on the table and looked in the mirror with satisfaction, "This earring is great for you."

Shen Yanying looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

She looks much more prettier than the Jiang family when she was young.

Her mother was of such a bad background, so she could fly to the branches and be supported as a regular wife. Shen Xiuying inevitably has a arrogance of comparison in her heart. Since she is more beautiful than her mother and has a good background, she must be able to marry a better person.

What's more, her life has been all over again, and she won't go the wrong way again. Rong Ming didn't put her in his eyes in the past and this life, and she wouldn't make him feel better.

It's just that Jia and Queen refused to see her for a long time. She was the only one, and she was definitely unable to change too much. Shen Xianying was impatient and her brows were tightly twisted.

At this time, listening to the maid’s announcement, the flower viewing banquet in the palace sent her an invitation.

Shen Xianying looked at the post, her frowning brows finally relaxed.

...

Bamboo forests are lush, green yin pavilion noon.

The students just finished this month's class exam and came out of the school.

Seeing Rong Ming's wheelchair slowly passed by, Liu Heguang immediately caught fire in his eyes, thinking about the humiliation he suffered on the hunting ground, and trying to make trouble for Rong Ming, but was stopped by Xie Tongyan.

Naturally, Xie Tongyan couldn't get used to Rong Ming.

It was only after returning from the hunting ground that night, bathing in the bath at night, trying to wash off the blood of a big goose, only to realize that there was a finger-long wide slit on the top of his head that was chilly, and after touching his scalp, he realized later. Realizing that the arrow that Rong Zhen passed through his hair bun was past his scalp.

Only a few minutes away, his head will be cut off.

Looking back, Xie Tongyan still hated and feared, and couldn't save the face and admit that he was afraid of being disabled. When he stopped Liu Heguang, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's sunny and white, don't trouble him, it's easy to lose the tongue. "

Liu Heguang was still resentful, and Xie Tongyan reprimanded him in a low voice: "Why are you impatient? Wait until the 17th prince takes the throne, for fear that he won't be cured?"

Just in time, the seventeenth prince came out of the school, his face dripping gloomy.

I thought that Rong Jian was so sick that he couldn't even get out of the gate of the mansion, but he didn't expect that he would change it on the day of the class test.

When Yan Nanxun got his article, he glanced at it and revealed a little satisfaction in his eyes.

After being ill for a few days, but still able to win the favor of the extremely picky old scholar, the seventeenth prince gritted his teeth with more jealousy.

The three families of Xie Liuxu made good friends, and they all regarded the Seventeenth Prince as the future prince. Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan did not dare to neglect, and bowed to him when they met the Seventeenth Prince, "I have seen the Seventeenth Prince."

The irritation in the eyes of the 17th prince has not dissipated, and he doesn't really want to talk to them. He simply nodded and left the Qingshan school, and immediately asked the entourage waiting outside the Qingshan school, "Where is the disabled?"

The entourage said, "He left the Egret Academy and went east."

"East?"

Obviously his mansion is in the west.

"The minion didn't read it wrong, he went east."

The seventeenth prince frowned suspiciously, "Come and take a look."

...

The carriage traveled all the way to the Qinhuai River. When getting off the carriage, Huaiqing moved neatly to set up a long board for Rong Chen to move his wheelchair down.

At a time when there was a lot of people, many pedestrians were attracted by the young man in a wheelchair.

Someone has already recognized who he is.

Rong Ming's heart was bored by those wanton looking, or pitying or prying eyes.

Huai Qingping wanted to tell Rong Chen that the people in Jinling knew what he had done to the disaster in Nanzhang, so they would watch him frequently.

Princes and nobles were born ignorant of the hunger and coldness of the world, and few of them can really think for the sake of the people and do things for the people.

Those who looked at His Royal Highness Nine were admiration and admiration.

But before he could say anything, Rong Chao's face was already slightly smiling, looking up at Guangfeng Jiyue.

An old mother walked tremblingly, "Are you the Nine Highness?"

The more a teenager understands what kind of expressions are kind and pleasing, which can earn a good reputation. Even though he is cold and disgusted in his heart, he smiles gently on his face, "It's me."

The old woman stuffed two red silk eggs into Rong's hands, "My hometown is in Nanzhang, and my family is there. Your Highness Jiu, thank you."

After the old woman left, Huai Qing was a little surprised and moved.

This kind of eggs with red silk is used by ordinary people to bless others.

He was afraid that Rong Yu would be in the deep palace for a long time, and he didn't know the folk customs, so he was about to explain, but Rong Yu threw the two eggs into his arms.

"threw."

The kindness and kindness that had just been in front of others no longer, he said quietly, his expression was cold.

"His Royal Highness, this is the kindness of the old man..."

Rong Ming glanced back at him, "Throw it."

He was not worried about what anyone handed over.

Whether it is from good intentions or malicious.

...

Huaiqing went out and honestly threw the eggs tied with the red silk cloth. After returning, he went into the grain shop and walked to the backyard to find Rong Chen. He said, "Maybe it's a little earlier. The girl didn't change it, and she didn't see her carriage outside."

I made an appointment with Jiang Lao to see you here today. Without Rong Ming’s advice, Huai Qing told the coachman to hurry up and hurry up. When he arrived, he found that he was too early. Huai Qing was ashamed, "His Royal Highness, you are a slave. Estimated the wrong time."

"That's right, even if you come early, don't come late."

If it's her, you can wait as long as possible.

When Jiang Lao came, he was wronged and sighed softly, "You are finally here."

He waited no more than two minutes, but he heard his sigh, but it seemed as if he had waited all afternoon.

His color was too good, he was still gorgeous in the twilight, and he was pitifully fragile. There is no blaming in his tone, and his eyes are full of willingness.

It's just that he is willing to act so that people know.

According to the agreed time, she didn't come too late, just later than him. Jiang Lao secretly made up his mind to come a little earlier in the future, while explaining to Rong Ming: "Something happened, and the road was delayed for a while."

Ming Shao held a flower branch of a rose in his hand, "Not long after I left the palace, the girl was stopped by the flower seller and gave this flower."

In Jinling, there is an unwritten rule among the flower girls who sell flowers. They occasionally send a flower to the **** the road without a copper plate. As long as they think which girl looks good, they can give it for free.

Jiang Lao blushed when she said that she retorted, "What does this have to do with looking good? Didn't he give him money in the end?"

The clever children who sell flowers

So, just pick those girls who can tell that they are rich and wealthy at home and give flowers to those who are dressed and dressed, and changed the saying "You are good-looking, people are more beautiful than Huajiao, this is white." It coaxes the girls to exhilaration, let alone When buying flower copper plates, you will give a lot of silver rewards.

This also deceives the little girl who has never done business, like her, who makes a calculation every day, will not really believe their words.

It's just that those children who are young and windy, and it is not easy to make a living, so I gave a lot of rewards.

"Of course the slaves know that those children who sell flowers have a lot of spoofs." But Ming Shao felt that Jiang Lao was the best-looking person she had ever seen. "Maybe someone bought flowers from them and borrowed their hands, thinking For the girl. This kind of bridge, there are many words in the notebook."

Jiang Lao put his finger on her forehead, and said in a low voice: "These words, wait for me to talk later."

Rong Chao was silent.

It's just that no one knows what kind of deep displeasure is pressed in his unmoving phoenix eyes.

After a while, he said softly: "I want to see this flower."

It was the first time Jiang Laohuan had seen him become interested in something, and he was a little bit strange. He said to Ming Shao, "Give the flowers to His Royal Highness Nine."

Ming Shao handed the flowers to Rong Chen.

The flower fell into Rong Cheng's hands. When he caught the flower branch, he was very careful. When he looked down at the flower, his eyelashes trembled lightly. The already white face was set off by the brilliant roses, and it was as clean as the snow on the branch.

Jiang Lao couldn't help but felt that the flower girl just ran up to her and said "people are better than Huajiao". This word was just right on him.

Last night, she whispered to her aunt. The aunt slept with her under a blanket, and talked a lot about her with her arms around her. It doesn’t matter if she can’t find someone she likes. Since she didn’t marry, she simply rebelled and left the house in the house. Raise a few beautiful and beautiful men, and just look at them every day and you can enjoy the eyes and prolong your life.

But Jiang Lao really felt that after she had been in contact with Rong Ming for a long time, she couldn't tolerate other colors in her eyes.

The person with a clear appearance and better-looking than Huahuan lowered his head, but suddenly hissed, his arm shook, and the flower branch fell to the ground.

Startled by the accident, Jiang Lao suddenly recovered from his random thoughts, and said anxiously: "What's the matter?"

"There are thorns on the branches." He spread his hands, a small drop of blood on his fingertips, abrupt and eye-catching, and he took a breath.

Jiang Lao looked at the blood bead, and felt the thorn cut her finger, hissed in his heart. She immediately took the handkerchief out of her sleeve and took a closer look. The small thorns that hadn't penetrated in his wounds wrapped the handkerchief around his fingers.

Ming Shao muttered to the side, "The flower branches are not thorny", but her muttering voice was ignored by Jiang Lao, and she concentrated on wrapping up the wounds for Rong Zhao.

There were some old mottled scars crisscrossing the calluses of his palm. Jiang Lao wrapped around his wound with very light movements. He changed to hide behind him. It seemed to hurt. Jiang Lao's expression became even more bitter.

I was about to bend down to pick up the flowers, and check again to see if there are any thorns on the stems of the flower branches. Ming Shao said "Yeah", "Girl, the flowers are pressed."

Jiang Lao looked down. The rose flower was crushed under the wheel of the wheelchair while Rong Chen was hiding behind it. The stem of the flower branch had been crushed and lost its original shape.

The place was red and muddy, but it was so beautiful in Rong Ming's eyes.

Jiang Lao said, "Don't worry about the flowers for now."

She turned her head to look at Rong Ming's injured finger, "Does your hand hurt?"

The desire for destruction in Rong Zhu's heart did not even show up on Qing Juan's face. He didn't answer, but shook his head slightly.

Jiang Lao sighed, "If I weren't looking for you, I wouldn't let you suffer this crime."

Rong Ming shook his head immediately, "It was me who wanted to get flowers, it was my fault."

"You don't want to come to me."

He kept his throat dull, and his tone was unhappy, "Except for you, in the academy and in the palace, I will be ignored. If you don't come, no one will care about me."

Huaiqing thought for a while, because of the famine in Nanzhang, Emperor Zhaowu deliberately asked His Royal Highness to go to the Ministry of Industry for training after the fall. Some people moved when they heard the wind, especially Empress Shu, who tried all means to win over His Highness Jiu and helped the Three Highnesses. They returned the gifts and were rejected. How could it be ignored.

But in the end he chose to remain silent.

...

Behind the window lattice of the carriage drawn by the cross, a pair of poisonous eyes were staring in the direction of the grain shop in the distance.

The seventeenth prince watched Rong Lu advanced to the grain shop. After a while, he did not wait for Rong Lu to get out of the grain shop, but waited until Jiang Luo entered. He asked in a cold voice, "Which one did you enter the grain shop just now?" someone's girl?"