I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming looked directly at Jiang Lao.

The bright moon hung on the branches, and the snow and moonlight exchanged Jiang Lao's figure in his eyes. His eyes were focused and deep as a pool. If someone glanced at his eyes, they would feel that the full moonlight meets the lights. In his yard, the cold that freezes human bones is spreading.

His upright body shook, he lowered his head and dropped his chin on Jiang Lao's shoulder, his voice was exceptionally soft, "Niannian."

"Mine," Rong Chen said lighter, his low voice was almost submerged in the sound of the wind, so soft that he could not hear him. He rubbed Jiang Lao's neck squishyly. The line choked a little, "My year."

Rong Chao was much taller than Jiang Lao, but he seemed to be relieved and entrusted all the weight of his body to the person in his arms. He lowered his head and leaned against Jiang Lao's shoulders.

Jiang Lao couldn't bear to fall back, and was wrapped around his waist by his iron-like arm. She didn't back or fall down. She replied, "Yeah."

Rong Zhao felt relieved.

...

The maid who had been sweeping and lighting up the light in the inner room was retired.

The door of the wisteria flowers and trees was closed tightly. Only a candle was lit in the room. Jiang Lao was leaning against the door, his chin a little sour.

Rong Zhao held Jiang Lao's cheeks, lowered his head, and kissed tenderly.

He is indulgent in his bones, if he is not suppressed, he will be like a hungry wolf who eats food, crazy too much.

However, he is cunning and sly, very good at observing words and colors, and knows that his temperament is not pleasing enough. When he kissed her in the past, if he couldn't help bullying the little girl, he would stop for a while before she complained. , Appease and please more than plunder, so gentle that people can't resist.

Jiang Lao is not stupid, even her set of principles in dealing with things can be regarded as transparent, but there is only one weakness.

She was too soft-hearted, especially towards Rong Chen.

Rong Chen also knew this.

If it weren't for him to be pitiful, she would have felt grievances and debts paid when his leg injury was healed, and she would have ran far away.

But she provoke him first. Regardless of whether it was a child after reunion. He pinched her weakness towards him, acting pitifully and well, gentle and harmless. The perverse nature of Sui Sui only leaked one or two occasionally.

She said he lost the bet.

He laughed.

He won the bet.

He lowered his head and kissed deeper, gentle breeze and drizzle, deep and affectionate, and entangled in it with infatuation. When Jiang Lao reached out to push him because his chin was too sour, he obediently loosened it and kissed her ear instead.

He blinked and looked at Jiang Lao’s close eyelashes, sweaty nose bridge and cherry red lips. The fresh red was on his lips for a few minutes, and he raised his long finger and wiped it. With her thin lips, she squeezed Jiang Lao's chin again, pinned her face away, and supported her with the other hand, letting her feet hang in the air, half of his head high.

Even though he was often held in this way, the moment his feet were lifted, Jiang Laohuan paused in fright.

She lowered her eyes, looked at Rong Ming, and listened to his lips curling, and her voice jumped, "Just now, that's a reward."

Jiang Lao didn't know why.

She was very petite in front of him. She didn't want him to bend too deeply, so she had to raise her head to accept his kiss, making her chin sore. He lowered his head now, and felt a lot more comfortable, and the soreness at the back of his neck also eased a lot.

The tips of their noses collided, their breaths collided.

"You know I'm bad, I also gave you a chance." Rong Ming's fingers gently inserted into Jiang Lao's hair, his face was close to Jiang Lao, and he leaned over Jiang Lao's ear and said, "It's you who don't go, and I want to walk away in the future. No more, don't blame me."

Since Jiang Lao knew that he was suppressing his nature, he knew he was crazy.

But maybe it's black, she seems to have learned his fault, after identifying a person, she can't listen to others' persuasion anymore and will do her own way.

She watched him make this kind of hesitation and hesitation, which is contrary to his nature of killing and cutting fruit, and only threatened to warn him before dropping the knife, and she just felt amused. But when she thought of this hesitation and hesitation, only when facing her, only when facing her, she couldn't laugh again.

If she can reassure him, she can tell him more.

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes, and put his hand on Rong Ming's shoulder, "I have noticed the difference between your appearance and the inside. I didn't leave at that time, and I won't leave."

Rong Wei smiled suddenly, the haze of the smile disappeared, and there was a clean youthful look on his face.

He yelled Jiang Lao's small prints, as if those two words contained a lot of nostalgia in his life, as if he couldn't yell enough, "Nian Nian."

He really won the bet.

If he really wanted to, he wouldn't even reveal the dichotomous nature to her.

But he never thought that he was really ignorant of the world, pure and clean. He and she are both children born in the whirlpool of power. If he doesn't have power and power, and in the end he can't protect himself, how can he protect others? Just before the leg hurt, he was thinking, even if he could not become the emperor, he still had to support a puppet in a high position. Only when he was in power could his life be held in his own hands.

His nature was so cruel and greedy for power, she suddenly knew that the scene of his nature was like a nightmare to him. He had dreamed about it a long time ago. When he woke up at midnight and couldn't sleep, he had already figured out how to deal with it.

He didn't hide too deeply, he kept his expression, like a drizzle and breeze, occasionally leaking one or two parts of his nature to her. She acted like a baby again, pulling her bottom line to tolerate him step by step, turning one distraction into two points, and two points to three points.

If she never perceives that his nature is good, even if she perceives it, as long as she doesn't leave.

Only leaving is bad.

He was betting that he had given her time to calm down and think about whether she would run away.

Fortunately, nothing she can give him is bad.

It's good to be entangled to death like this.

He continued to shout Jiang Lao's small characters, and Jiang Lao responded, "I'm here."

Every year, every year, I am here.

Rong Ming's eyes were hot, with pain and obsession in his eyes, he kissed him again.

The jujube branches with dead branches crisscrossed the moon in the sky. The moonlight is clear, illuminating the dark corners of the night.

What he embraced and kissed was the little moon that would only illuminate him.

This time he was fierce, and the evil spirits surged up, even biting his hands, like a mad beast, with the tip of the tiger's teeth, with the force that can swallow her into the abdomen.

Jiang Lao's lips were numb, her cheeks hurt, and her heart hurt too. If there was no such person in front of her, she would have gone into the nightmare of ruining her family.

If he changed the front, before he kissed her like this, he would wink pitifully and humblely said, "You hurt me." Without saying this now, Jiang Lao was in a daze, but he seemed to be looking at his past stickiness and wanting to make people hurt. She stepped back, raised her hand and wiped the ink hair hanging on his cheek aside, so that his entire face was completely exposed.

His face faded from his childhood childishness, and it became more angular, bright and starry, with jade skin and bones, more overbearing, less good-natured, but the little mole under his eyes remained the same, and it was always beautiful. A little red, adding a bit of enchantment to his face, it is tight, her little hand pressed his forehead, he looked up at her, his eyes were crazy and cherished, thick and terrible, just one glance, Jiang Lao The apex of his heart trembled.

She became more and more crazy with him, probably true.

Even if he saw that the wolf ambitions hidden under his well-behaved and obedient manners, she was locked up without knowing it. He was really cunning, and he knew that he wanted it. She took the initiative. He was good, he didn't touch the slightest mistake, and he didn't reveal the sickness and greed in his bones.

But even if she knew it, she was still cruel. He did the good and bad things alone. She couldn't even get angry with him. In other words, she would be hooked into his trap and let him ask for it. She took him. There is no trick at all.

What can I do? Except for the person in front of her, she had never thought about being with anyone else. At least he is willing to listen to her, not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he will be reported if he doesn't look at it. He can have a good reputation for being personable outside, and he won't be scolded by people behind his back.

Jiang Lao sighed, lowered his eyes, and blinked his eyelashes. She bends her neck and lowers her numb lips, moist and soft, and gently rubs against Rong Ming's lips. She just cuddled up to him like before, without any defense, "I'm here."

She sighed and hooked Rong Ming's neck, her voice softly, "It will always be there. What do you want, just say it."

Her small face was white, her whole body was so soft and beautiful that she was so obedient that she was itching in her heart. Following the motion of holding her, she pressed her on the couch and said, "You."

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment. He had already turned around and fell on the couch. Rong Ming pressed her palms with both hands, and his ink hair was hanging down on his shoulders. Looking at Jiang Lao, his breath quickly lowered, he was close to her, and his fingers were light. Rubbing her cheek, she whispered: "You asked me what I want."

...

Jiang Lao woke up late the next day, and when he woke up, he felt a bit of bitter hatred in his heart.

Jiang Lao wondered whether the jailer could deal with Shen Xiuying’s affairs without the slightest omission, even though he was so drenched in sweat as to be caught by Rong Ming’s infatuation, he was so tired that he didn’t want to move a finger, but changed. Remember to tell him to call her up early tomorrow.

Rong Chen wrapped her in a thin quilt and walked into the bathroom, and he had a good answer.

Jiang Lao fell asleep when he heard that he had agreed, but when he woke up in the morning, the side of the couch was empty. After touching it, the bedding had been cold for a long time.

Looking up again, the sky was bright outside, and the sun rose three poles.

She just told him not to wrong herself, and his words quickly became unbelievable.

When Shen Queqiu asked about Zhan, the Shen family destroyed the door. Shen Xianying's mother was kicked out of the house early in order to cling to Shenque. In the end, Shen Xianying didn't even have a person to collect the body, and threw it to the wilderness outside the city. The mass graves were pecked by eagles and falcons. Shen Xiuying set fire to her mother, and these shocking things have been discussed in Jinling City for several months. At the beginning, Shen Xiuying made many enemies in the circle of noble women. Those who have been angry with her always love to take this out and discuss it over and over again. The old case has also been turned over. They only reported that they were wronged, saying that it was Shenque's back then. The wife turned a ghost and killed those who had harmed her one by one.

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Jiang Lao didn't hear much about the rumors of Xiang. She only cared whether Shen Xianying's death would smear Rong Chao. Since it had no effect, the rumors on the street became more and more bizarre, and she didn't care.

It was Jiang Jinxing, and Shen Xianying was caught back by him, and it was a good show of the limelight.

The college is closed for a day, and Jiang Jinxing stays in Jiang Lao's shop. Only in front of him he often came to Jiang Lao's shop, neither reaching out to help with the work, nor helping with the accounts, he was free from a idle dude. Today, his hands and feet are diligent, helping the Xiaoer who is employed in the store.

After finishing his busy work, he clapped his hands and went to look for Jiang Rao in the cabin at the back of the yard.

He wiped dust on his face twice before he opened the curtain and went in. He saw the red knot woven in Jiang Lao's hand. He paused, touched the wooden table with his fingertips, and asked Jiang Lao, "About Princess Xiang," Do you understand everything?"

Jiang Lao thought for a while, "This matter has passed for too long, so I don't need to mention it again."

Jiang Jinxing heard the meaning of turning big things into small things in her tone, and understood that she knew what he wanted her to know the most, but she didn’t get too stupid. He was not overly stupid by the beautiful face of King Qi, but was the one who hid the knife in the smile. Lied to the past.

Jiang Jinxing touched his chin, and asked with some curiosity, "Don't all girls have to like capable men, it turns out... weak and pitiful, is this more pleasing to girls?"

Jiang Lao blushed, his face flushed with whiteness, "Don't guess or talk nonsense."

No matter how weak and pitiful, it is okay to get her sympathy in exchange, but it is so easy to get her love.

"Your sister's wife is fine, don't gossip about him in the future."

She ran into the scene of his murder. She told him not to suppress his temper and avoid grievances, but he seemed to be happy to continue the same as before, with smiles in the corners of his eyes, gentle, easy to talk and discuss, but when he saw her about to go out, he would clearly show some points. She didn't want to come and wanted to be with her, but unfortunately there was official socializing, and he couldn't get away, so she came by herself.

"Who cares about this?" Jiang Jinxing rolled his eyes and said stiffly, "I'm afraid you are too stupid."

Jiang Lao lifted his eyelids, and said coldly, "You...want me to see you off?"

Jiang Jinxing wanted to ask Jiang Lao for something, and immediately silenced.

"It's helping to carry the grain bags and the accounting book, but you have never seen you so diligent. Let's talk, what do you want me to do for you?" Jiang Lao looked at the dust on Jiang Jinxing's cheeks, and stopped her hands. Jiang Jinxing lifted his finger to wipe off the two ash on his face, and muttered his brother-in-law's method is useful, showing weakness can bring benefits, when he raised his eyes to meet Jiang Lao's warning gaze, he hurriedly smiled. Don't dare to say anything bad about Rong Ming, his voice is flattering, "Sister."

"What do you want me to do for you, just say it."

"Do you know that Lord Zuo from Ruixian County was promoted and transferred to Jiangzhou Prefecture? I want to go there after the Kaichun river melts. I was taken in by Lord Zuo and only thanked him. I never thanked him in person. Out of style."

Jiang Jinxing sat up in a serious and serious tone.

Jiang Lao poked his finger on his forehead and twisted his eyebrows and said: "You have been restrained recently. By congratulating Mr. Zuo for being promoted, you want to go out and play?"

Jiang Jinxing was noncommittal, Jiang Lao shook his head, "Daddy must not allow it."

Jiang Jinxing slumped his mouth and kept begging, "Sister A, I beg you, please help me beg Daddy, I will stay in the academy again. Lost."

Jiang Lao gave Jiang Jinxing a glance. His round eyes were bright and his complexion was ruddy, and there was no slight sullen appearance.

"Play hard," she said.

Jiang Jinxing Huiyu rolled his eyes, flickered, and lay down on the table, begging softly, "Sister...Sister...No one can help me except you."

He showed a finger, "You will help me, this time."

Jiang Lao was called out by him, and he was a little softened. Jiang Jinxing has grown crazy during the past few years. He is tall and grows like a seedling. He looks like a little adult. Letting him go out of Beijing alone and arranging someone to follow is also considered a practice, but he is a little hesitant to worry about his homework, and the door is opened again by the curtain.

Looking at the figure who came in, Jiang Jinxing sat up immediately.

Jiang Lao was in a hurry, gathered the red thread in his hand, stuffed it into his arms, and hid it.

Jiang Jinxing sat back and forth, and in the blink of an eye he was picked up by Wu Que and went to the yard to show his skills.

Rong Chen came in, and the oil-paper bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand was naturally stuffed into Jiang Lao's hands. He sat next to Jiang Lao and poured tea for himself.

He just doesn't have heavy appetites, he doesn't pay attention to the grains, and he is even very tired of eating. Fortunately, Jiang Lao has a savvy taste, and he loves freshness. Which hawker on the street has new tricks, she always wants to taste it. Because of her disposition, Rong Chen remembered her taste and habits, and learned some of the taste of fireworks. "Listen to the peddler, this is chestnut picked from Quling. He said that it will be sweet for a long time. It is sweeter than sugar. You can taste it. ."

Jiang Lao looked down at the paper bag and saw that there were a few chestnuts inside that had been peeled, and one was pinched out and held in her mouth. It was as sweet as honey. She asked vaguely, "Wu Que Lao would like to go out for a martial arts contest?"

"If he wants to go to Jiangzhou, he has to show the ability to go to Jiangzhou."

There was a ruthlessness in Rong Wei's voice. After drinking two sips of tea, he took the paper bag and slowly peeled the chestnuts.

There were swish fist and foot gestures in the yard and Jiang Jinxing was able to bend and stretch, so he shouted to Brother Wu Que for mercy.

Jiang Lao glanced outside, and when he heard Rong Ming's voice, he turned his gaze back.

"Tell him to learn from Wu Que to see how well he has learned Kung Fu. As for the literary class, I will ask later."

Jiang Lao thinks this idea is very good.

Rong Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, his **** together squeezed the chestnut shell to pieces, and he said unintentionally: "He has been free recently, and he ran here in two days."

Jiang Lao heard the grievances in his cool and thin voice, cupped his cheeks, and watched intently as he smashed chestnut shells. His delicate apricot eyes narrowed, fingers stretched out, and lightly tapped the back of his hand. , "Say yes, tell me what you are thinking."

She least likes guessing, she is lazy, guessing is too laborious, besides, no matter how good you are, you are afraid of guessing wrong.

Rong Ming put aside his eyes, "He better be able to compare to Wu Que and go to Jiangzhou." In order not to wander around the shops by the Qinhuai River and his mansion every day, the dog hates people not knowing it.

really.

Even her brother is not happy to come to her very often.

Old vinegar jar.