I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The look on Jiang Siye's face was the kind of look that he lost after competing with himself.

"I trust you to have your own measures. If you really want to go, go."

"Just like your mother said, go back tomorrow." He urged, "Bring Jiang Ping and the guard."

Before Jiang Lao came, he planned to kneel down and beg her father and mother. He didn't expect a few words and got what she wanted. Her eyes were full of joy, as if they were full of stars, "Father, Thank you."

When she left, Jiang Siye knocked his hand on the desk and put it on his temple, his face looked a bit tired.

"Really annoying."

Jiang Qin knew in his heart that the result would be like this.

She came back to him and comforted her softly.

"She knows that I indulge her, so there is always a sense of confidence in my body-the confidence to dare to be willful. This is the temper that I indulge, but I can't help her. Be kind, I am happy and sad."

"She knows that someone is protecting her, so she won't let herself be wronged or bullied." Fourth Master Jiang opened the window in the room with a wooden stick and looked at the figure of her daughter going away. There is no one who indulges her like me, she is so sad."

The sun covered the entire window sill, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard was as yellow as gold, clusters of flowers bloomed just right, and the fragrance leaped over the window lattice and filled in.

The sweet-scented osmanthus flower is very squeamish and can't stand the cold, otherwise it will die.

It rained a few days ago, Jiang Siye ordered people to move the sweet-scented osmanthus to the warm pavilion. The rain stopped in the past two days and the sun was shining in the daytime, so he moved the sweet-scented osmanthus out again.

A seedling that he worked so hard and carefully cared for, she was unwilling to bear the slightest wind and rain, how could he bear to push her to others to suffer?

"Even if it's not Pei Songyu, it can't be the prince and grandson." Jiang Siye's eyes were sullen and annoyed at himself. "Why should I be so cruel and keep her at home?"

Jiang Qin's hand fell softly on his shoulders, "Be relieved, you have not had a good night's sleep for years of marriage these days, and if this continues, your body will break down."

Outside the house, a figure stopped outside the door, stayed for a while, and left silently.

...

Ming Shao heard that Jiang Xingzhou allowed Jiang Lao to go to Yunling Mountain. She was not so energetic to pack her luggage. When she saw Jiang Lao's figure appear at the moon gate, she greeted her and said sadly, "Girl, Yunling. It has many mountains and ridges, and it is more complicated than the topography of the mountains on the other side of Yecheng. Now that the plank road is being built, the road must be difficult to walk. Do you have to go there and suffer?"

Jiang Lao's steps were heavy, his face was gray, and when he passed Ming Shao, he said dullly, "Don't go anymore."

Ming Shao: "You stay in Jinling, stay in Jinling, look at the flowers, taste tea, go to a banquet from time to time, how leisurely... not going?"

Ming Shao was stunned.

Jiang Lao nodded and walked into the house. Ming Shao caught up with her, "Girl, are you really not going?"

"I'm not going."

The autumn wind swept down the fallen leaves on the plane trees in the yard, swirling down to Jiang Lao's feet.

When she stepped on, a crisp sound came from the soles of her feet. The color of the fallen leaves was not much different from her gloomy face. Seeing Ming Shao seemed to have something to ask, Jiang Luo said, "Daddy can't sleep well recently. Maid, go to Doctor Li and ask him for a medicated diet to help his father."

After Ming Shao left, Jiang Lao buried his head in the pillow on the beauty couch.

Unhappy.

Why is there no such thing as a two-pronged approach that can make her see Rong Ming if she wants to see Rong Zhen, and her father won't stop him?

It seems that since the uncle's incident happened, Dad's prejudice against the prince has become deeper.

It would be fine if her father had no prejudice against Rong Chen.

If he hadn't been prejudiced, maybe he wouldn't think Pei Songyu was so good.

How many times Pei Song had said that Jiang Lao was indifferent, but if it was changed to Rong Ming, her white ears suddenly became pink, and she turned over and sat up, her cheeks were also pink, and she glanced in the yard and saw those who helped her. The maid who was packing her luggage was moving things out, opened the window, and said to them, "Don't move back."

A second-class maid replied: "Girl, Sister Ming Shao said, if you don't go to Yunling, let us move these back."

"I'm not going. But I'm not going. I can send things in exchange." Jiang Lao hit the window with his head exposed, breaking his hands and saying, "Sleeve stove, charcoal fire, incense."

It's cold, if you don't bring some heating, the mountain is so cold, it's easy to get sick.

Jiang Lao lay down by the window and looked at the maids.

...

At the foot of Yunling Mountain and at the end of the village, there are several temporary houses built for officials who come to supervise the work.

At this moment, in the middle of the night in the West Tower, there was a moon and cold stars, the sky was as dark as crow feathers, and the corners were black.

Huaiqing's footsteps hurriedly, knocked and changed

The door of the West Wing with the light on, "Your Highness, Master Chen is here again."

As soon as he finished the report, Chen Bing's hearty laughter reached the courtyard, "His Royal Highness, the next official is here to talk to you."

Although Chen Bing was a civilian, his face was rough and his beard half-faced was shaved off on weekdays, and he could not see anything. In the past few days, I have been busy with the construction of the Yunling plank road.

Many days of wind and sun made his face darken a lot. If he took off his official uniform, it would be no different from the farmer here rolling in the fields.

Others didn't have any official arrogance, and after only a few days, they became intimate with the local people.

Chen Bing stepped into Rong Chen's room and put the two baskets of eggs in his hands on the table. "This was given to me by the village owner's family on Tuesday. The minister brought two baskets and distributed them to the little majesty."

"Your Highness's idea is really good. Since telling the people that they can also walk on the plank road, there are not many people who oppose it." Chen Bing sat down and said with emotion, "But your move has broken many people's money. Now the pass of the plank road is meaningless. The officials in charge of this area in the yamen have no oil and water to fish. I think they are hating you. The people who threw rotten eggs on you this morning are 80% related to them."

Rong Zhen said softly: "It's okay."

Chen Bing saw that his face didn't even show any anger. He still held the knife in his hand and carefully carve the model in his hand. His eyes were also drawn to him, and he said, "Your model is exquisite."

"The troubled people are suppressed, it is time to discuss how to repair the plank road."

When Chen Bing saw that Rong Ming was talking about business, he got upright. He said: "Yunling Mountain is not steep. It is just that there are many rocks on the mountain and there are cliffs in the middle. Falling rocks and breaking, this is the most difficult place. If the plank road is not built well, the official will have no face to go back to see the sage."

"I can think of a way to divert the falling rocks away." Rong Ming pointed to the drawings he laid on the table.

Chen Bing became somewhat interested and said, "Let me see."

He picked up the piece of paper, curled his eyebrows and looked at it for a long time, pinched his thigh with his fingers, and said bitterly, "Why didn't I expect it."

Rong Zhao glanced at Chen Bing and saw where Chen Bing could see, "The corridor pavilion is to protect the wooden piles and planks on the plank road from rain, not against falling rocks. Mr. Chen is wrong, my method is to change it. road."

Chen Bing blushed, "It's a good way."

He took the blueprint in his hand, and looked at Rong Chen’s hand.

A rudimentary model, "After this model is done, can I lend it to the next official?"

After getting Rong Wei's answer, he put the drawing back on the table and said, "The next official will call someone to fetch it."

At night, when the wind blew, the mica paper pasted on the window was blown like some kind of musical instrument, playing the whimpering music, as if it was going to be exhausted in the next second, torn to pieces by the night wind.

Chen Bing stood here for a while, frowning dissatisfiedly, "I asked His Highness to live with me before, but His Highness refused. Now the weather is suddenly cold. Didn't Your Highness change your mind? There are cooks and maids at my place, my daughter. Instead, I often send some snacks made by her here. The room is open and bright, and it is much more comfortable to live in. It is no worse than yours in the palace. The emperor gave you to me, and I can't let you suffer."

Obviously he was a child who grew up in the palace, but he seemed to be unable to enjoy the blessing. A table and a bed are all the furnishings of the West Wing where he now lives. An official from a poor background feels shabby.

Rong Ming laughed.

Even if he doesn't smile, his face can be seen, and the first word that pops out in his mind is "beautiful."

He smiled even more terribly, softened the cold lines of the corners of his eyes, and melted the frost and snow on his body. The coldness and hostility in his eyes were all blocked by the falling eyelashes, but he gave birth to a little pure and innocent.

Such a well-behaved smile will make people feel that no matter what others ask him, he will do it.

Chen Bing was bewildered by such a smile, thinking that Rong Chen finally heard what he said, and was overjoyed. Before Rong Chen could answer him, he said, "The officer will go and find someone to clean up the house for you now."

"No, thank you Master Chen." Rong Ming turned his wheelchair, grabbed the embroidery knife on the table, flicked away the sawdust from the table with the handle, and stood apart from Chen Bing on both sides of this small room, as if separated from each other. Looking at the Chu-Han River, the shadows of the two being illuminated on the wall are far apart, "I am here, I am used to living, so I don't have to trouble Master Chen."

Chen Bing choked and took his hand, "What do you want here, nothing, how can you get used to living..."

He didn't think that Rong Ming would change his mind. After mentioning it three times, he was rejected. He knew that this matter was hopeless. Chen Bing's eyes dimmed slightly. He glanced at Rong Ming and said, "The night is too late. , The next official will leave first."

Wu Que sent the guests out, and when he returned, he ran into Huaiqing who came out carrying two baskets without getting close to the courtyard.

Take a closer look

"Isn't this an egg from Master Chen?"

Huaiqing stopped,

Back to him, "His Royal Highness Nine said, let me find a place to throw it away."

Wu Que took a basket from Huaiqing and weighed it, with a pity on his face, "Throw it when you say it is thrown."

"Master Chen really takes care of His Royal Highness Nine, I just sent him back, and along the way he has been asking His Royal Highness whether he can eat and live well, his heart is thrown away like this, okay..."

"His Royal Highness Nine is such a temperament."

Huai Qing sighed, not surprisingly, "After all, there are people who want his life everywhere."

Huai Qing said to Wu Que: "Remember, the only thing that can leave His Highness Nine without any grudges is the four girls from Ning'an Bo Mansion. Didn't you see? The carriage from Ning An Bo Mansion was delivered today. How happy was His Highness Nine when he came?"

Wu Que touched his head and threw the eggs with Huaiqing. He was reluctant to throw them all, but kept a few, planning to feed the dog the next day. When I returned to report, I saw Rong Zhen holding a sleeve furnace with plum blossoms in his hand.

The copper of the sleeve furnace is even and clean, there is no charcoal fire, incense, just a lifeless object that can be held, and there is full joy in the pupils, charcoal fire, sleeve furnace, incense, and sweet-scented osmanthus, It was arranged in a row by him and placed on the table.

Today, the carriage from Ning'an Bo Mansion was greeted by Wu Que. He naturally recognized that those were the things Jiang Lao had sent over.

This is a neat row, and you can see it as soon as you enter the door. Compared with the situation of the eggs that were thrown away, it was a huge difference.

After Wu Que returned, she touched Huaiqing with her shoulder convincingly, and said to him, "What you said is really correct."

...

A month passed, and in a blink of an eye it came to the end of September.

Seeing that Jiang Lao finally failed to go to Yunling Mountain, Hu Tang often went to Ning'an Bo's Mansion to accompany her to relieve her boredom.

It was obviously not so happy to change in the middle of September, but after the end of September, she clearly saw this little beauty who had been frosty for almost a month, happy in the closing days, her eyes were bright and her face The makeup on the face is well painted, and it looks radiant.

Hu Tang: It's tricky.

But she didn't think clearly about what a mess, until when she came back to look for Jiang Lao, she ran into Jiang Jinxing talking to Jiang Lao in Jiang Lao's house.

Jiang Jinxing’s head was madly long like a willow leaf, but even so, his head was small, but he was thinner. When he rushed over to hold Jiang Lao, it no longer seemed to stick to Jiang Lao’s body. ball.

He arched and arched in Jiang Lao's arms, yelling "Ah

Sister and sister "," Isn't His Royal Highness coming back soon? I want to see His Royal Highness Nine. "

Jiang Jinxing was studying in the academy, and he was so afraid of his gentlemen, Mr. Wu would switch, and seeing Mr. Wen, it seemed to kill him. When Rong Ming was here, he could teach him to do his homework. His life with Mr. Wen was easy. This time Rong Ming went to Yunling, and Jiang Jinxing's life was not easy.

He tugged at Jiang Lao's cheek and turned his little cheek into a cake, "Look at what I have become."

Jiang Lao touched his head, "I also want to see His Royal Highness Nine."

"Together!"

"Cough cough." Hu Tang knocked on the door with her fingers. After getting Jiang Luo's approval, she stepped in and put a small box of flowers and brocades in front of Jiang Luo. It looks good on the cheeks."

Jiang Lao took it and sniffed, "Don't you like to go to the rouge shop?"

"I don't like to go shopping, and I don't use rouge. But you use it. When I think of these things that look good on you, I want to buy it, and I love to visit the rouge shop." Hu Tang took it from Jiang Lao's hand again. The small box of rouge took it, unscrewed the rouge, pressed his fingertips, and pressed it against Jiang Lao's cheek, "It's so beautiful."

While looking at Jiang Lao, she said, "I am definitely going to have a daughter in the future. It is great to dress my daughter beautifully."

Jiang Lao laughed, "What if your daughter is like you?"

Hu Tang "hissed", "That's forget it, it's better to raise a monkey than me."

Jiang Jinxing parroted, "It’s better to raise a monkey than me."

Hu Tang: "..."

She lifted Jiang Jinxing from Jiang Lao's arms with one hand, put it on the ground, and gave him her whip, "Be good, go and play elsewhere."

Jiang Jinxing took the new toy and ran away.

As soon as Jiang Jinxing left, Hu Tang's face was ridiculed, and he looked at Jiang Lao: "When will the Nine Princes come back?"

Jiang Lao lowered her head, held a small mirror, and looked at her face with the rouge. She didn't notice the ridicule in Hu Tang's expression. She said, "It's only a few days ago."

Hu Tang snickered, took away the small mirror in Jiang Lao's hand, poked Jiang Lao's hand, and the ending sounded upward, "You are only upset, isn't it because of the Nine Princes."

Jiang Lao was empty of his hands, and finally met Hu Tang's interested eyes.

Of course it is.

But she looked at the familiar expression on Hu Tang's face, and instantly recalled that she had seen such an expression on the old doctor in Yecheng.

The old doctor insisted on thinking that she and Rong Chen were unmarried couples, but in the end they didn't change it.

Jiang Lao: "..."

She decided to conceal a secret from Hutang, but Hutang took a step ahead of her, "You didn't deny it immediately, you just admitted it."

"Nine Princes..." Hu Tang thought about what Rong Ming looked like.

He is a good-looking, prettier than a woman, and not overly feminine.

However, it is a pity that it is a disability.

Hu Tang raised his eyebrows and said worriedly: "It's him, can your parents agree?"

"No."

Hu Tang's face was very sad, and he said with emotion, "Fate for a mandarin duck."

Jiang Lao: "..."

She explained to her, "It's not what you think. I have nothing to do with him. I helped him, and he helped me. We are kind to each other."

Hu Tang stared at Jiang Lao's face, "Don't lie to yourself."

Hu Tang's eye sockets are very deep, as if he has the blood of the Western Regions, and his eyes are deep and bright, as if he can see through people. "You said he has left, are you sad, he is coming back, are you happy?"

Jiang Lao was speechless for a while, and after a while, he said slowly: "If my brother is far away from me, I will be worried and sad, and he will come back, I will be happy too."

Hu Tang looked smart, but was actually only one year older than Jiang Lao. She thought about Jiang Lao's words, but she couldn't find a place to refute, but she felt that it was not like Jiang Lao said, "He is the prince. You can't think of him as an older brother, right?"

"Not brother."

It's a golden thigh...

But how can you tell Hu Tang like this?

"Stop talking about this."

Jiang Lao couldn't help but Hu Tang asked one after another, and turned off the topic, "Are you free tomorrow, accompany me to Sanqing Temple?"

"What are you going there for?"

"Change my wish."

She had begged in front of the Buddha, begging that His Royal Highness Nine would come back on time and without incident. Now it has been realized. She should have to change her wish to the Buddha who helped her to get what she wanted.

Unexpectedly, when Rong Chen was supposed to return, she looked in the direction of the city gate in a restaurant with a wide view near the city gate. Jiang Jinxing accompanied her. Until night fell. The whole day passed, but he didn't wait for the figure of Rong Chen at all.

Jiang Jinxing finally woke up by rubbing his eyes, his soft Nuo Tongyin drowsy, "Sister, why didn't he come back?"

Jiang Lao looked down at him, "I have ordered someone to inquire, you wait."

Jiang Jinxing's face collapsed, looking at the moon and stars hanging in the sky, "It's almost a curfew, and the city gate will be closed soon. If he can't change it back, nothing will happen, right?"

Jiang Lao hugged his fingers and immediately circled them tightly. Before thinking about it, he retorted, "No."

Cracks appeared in her calm expression, showing a sense of panic, but she insisted, "No."

Jiang Jinxing had never seen his sister look so serious. He narrowed his mouth and said, "Sister, it hurts."

Jiang Lao realized that he had just clenched his fingers unconsciously just now, just pinching his younger brother's belly.

She hurriedly released her hand. At this moment, the Yuer who was sent out by her to inquire about the news came back and went to Jiang Lao. Please stay, saying that you will not come back until the plank road is built."

Jiang Lao covered his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

Change for good.

Nothing happened.

She almost scolded the Buddha just now.

But she was a little empty in her heart.

Maybe it was because he waited for too long and determined that he could come back today, but he didn't wait for his figure.

If he wants to stay in Yunling until the plank road is repaired and then come back, when will he get?

"When will the plank road be repaired, have you inquired?" Jiang Lao asked Yuer.

Yu'er replied: "No one knows. People outside said that there are a lot of rocks and rain in Yunling Mountain, and it is impossible to practice the plank road. Many people have not done it before and want to build the plank road. Just wishful thinking."

At the same time, inside the Fairview Palace.

"He said he wants to wait until the plank road is repaired before coming back?"

Jiahe Queen raised the tone, and her face was unbelievable.

The palace man cherished her and the queen with lychees, and replied pleasingly, "Yes."

Queen Jiahe sipped a lychee, smiled indifferently and proudly, "What a fool, he swears like this, if the plank road is not well repaired, doesn't it mean he doesn't have to come back?"

"It's just right not to come back."

The seventeenth prince heard that Rong Chen would not come back, and his expression was a bit excited, but he asked with some worry: "Mother, is it really not easy to repair the plank road?"

"Naturally, otherwise, why would the emperor send Chen Bing over, using Chen Bing's ability to spend a few months to build a simple plank road is really overkill."

The seventeenth prince’s heart fell back to his heart, and said: “It’s so difficult, why bother to make those caravans take a long way, otherwise so much manpower and material resources can only be used to draw water from a bamboo basket. It's empty."

"That's the truth." Queen Jiahe smiled, "I insisted on building the plank road, which provided convenience to those who run the caravan, but offended the good deeds of other road guards. If there is no plank road, they can pass the caravan. People who want to get the pass order from them will inevitably have to bribe to please them. The plank road is 10%, and no one will give them bribes. They are naturally unhappy. Have you heard? He was thrown at the foot of Yunling Mountain. A rotten egg all over."

The seventeenth prince could not conceal the joy in his heart, smiled up to his face, and sneered: "It's really a man to be a car, and I can't help it. He is profiting for those who run trade routes, and he is simply confused. Run trade routes. , Those who do business are inferior untouchables. If you help them do things, how can you get the most benefit?"

Queen Jiahe leisurely shook her fingers dyed with red nails, looking forward to a good show, "If the plank road is not well repaired, I don't know if your father is disappointed."

Day after day passed.

The leaves on the tree gradually became yellow. The last autumn breeze rolled away all the faded leaves, leaving only the bare trunk.

There was no news from the plank road. Some people were triumphant about it, but some were sad about it.

Jiang Lao was holding his little wealth by the window, with a sad expression on his face.

Its bird feathers have thickened a lot after the fall, and have more fluff that feels soft to the touch.

Jiang Lao would hold it every day, waiting under the window for the maid to return to report the news from Yunling.

No news in October, no news in November, wait any longer, as if this winter is going to pass.

She didn't wait for him on the day Rong Chen should come back. Two days later, she waited for his letter.

The letter arrived in her hands a few days late because of the messenger's delay. The letter explained why he didn't come back.

Although there are rumors outside that the plank road is not well repaired at all, and even if it is repaired, it will be smashed by falling rocks, but his letter is understated, and there is no complaint or complaint.

It's so simple...

"What time will you return."

Jiang Lao was really worried that the plank road was not repaired well, as others said, and he was even more worried that he would not come back if the plank road was not repaired well as he said.

If these two things become true, will he never come back?

Jiang Lao couldn't help but shudder, and the little wealthy in his arms also shivered, and the bird feather on his body trembled rapidly.

"If he doesn't come back, I really want to find him."

Jiang Lao lowered his head and said to Xiao Fugui.

Xiaofugui was still trembling with his feathers.

Jiang Lao’s little temper is coming up, heart

Li thought fiercely, when he came back, she would ignore him for a while.

"When will you come back?" She shook Xiaofugui, simply angry and annoyed.

Ming Shao came in with a cup of hot tea and held the hot tea in front of Jiang Lao, "Girl, the weather is dry, you drink tea to moisturize your throat."

She took Xiao Fugui away from Jiang Lao's arms and clicked the bird's beak, "The other mynahs can talk, but he stayed with the pomegranate at first, learned how to meow, but didn't learn how to talk. "

Jiang Lao drank half a cup of tea, her throat cleared a lot, but she did not answer.

Since knowing that Ming Shao would tell her whereabouts to her father and Pei Songyu, although she did not teach Ming Shao, she was no more cordial to Ming Shao than she trusted.

Naturally, Ming Shao could also feel Jiang Lao's neglect of her, and felt a little regretful in her heart.

After these two or three months, she understood. No matter what she said, Jiang Lao wouldn't turn her mind, so she looked at Pei Songyu more.

Her heart is attached to the nine princes.

Originally, she was a slave and a humble position. If she hadn't relied on the master's connivance to her, she might not even have the opportunity to speak in front of the master.

Since she figured this out, she never mentioned Pei Songyu in front of Jiang Lao again, nor did she listen to Jiang Siye again and told Pei Songyu where Jiang Lao was.

Even though Pei Songyu is still as usual, he often goes in and out of Ning'an Bo Mansion, but there are not many occasions when he encounters Jiang Lao.

After stepping back, Ming Shao began to think about how to make up for the mistakes he had made.

She is the first-class maid in Jiang Lao’s courtyard, and the one who has served Jiang Lao for the longest time. She has the highest status among the maidservants in the mansion. She has gathered all the maids and said, "If anyone has any Please tell me the news from Yunling earlier, or tell the girl, I have a reward, and my hometown is in Gyeonggi, so I should check with my home."

At the beginning of December, it was late at dawn and thick frost hung on the branches. Jiang Laohuan was suddenly woken up in his sleep in his sleep.

She rubbed her eyes, watching the lighted lights reflect Ming Shao’s cheerful and smiling face, and then looked at the darkening sky outside, but she didn’t react for a while, her voice filled with fatigue, and asked: "It's not bright, what's the matter?"

Ming Shao said to her, "Girl, it's a good thing! A Liu, who rushed to the morning market to buy vegetables from the kitchen, came back and told me that His Royal Highness Nine is back."