I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

"Fortunately." Rong Chen's eyes were half-lowered, and he laughed. "Fortunately, I have such a look."

When Jiang Lao heard him say this, he only felt something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, but shook his head subconsciously.

She was attracted by his appearance, and with his harsh to gorgeous appearance, it was a bit contrary to her intentions to tell her that she was not attracted by his appearance.

But it was not right to agree, she liked him, not only because of his appearance.

She tightened her brows and her voice became a little eager. "There was an accident in my house before, and you never escaped. Why do you think I will run away?"

Rong Ming smiled faintly, "Since you want to stay, then stay."

"Recently, there are a lot of official affairs, and there are still documents in the study. I will go to the study." His tone was a little tired, and he raised his finger and gently touched Jiang Lao's cheek. "Arrange for the father-in-law to go to Jiangzhou. If you are tired, just rest first."

Rong Zhao left the study first, and the cool touch on Jiang Lao's cheeks disappeared. She followed his turn around and turned her head, looking at his leaving back in confusion.

She thought he should be happy if she stayed.

Jiang Lao twisted his eyebrows, and suddenly chased up, grabbing Rong Ming's sleeve.

"Rong Ming."

He walked too fast, and she called his name for fear of dragging him.

Rong Ming stopped and looked back at her, his eyes curled deeper. His name is simple in two words, and only she can call it in this world. It sounds better than love words. Jiang Lao grabbed his sleeve and said, "I stay here, it has nothing to do with your appearance."

"It has nothing to do with what you did for me."

She watched Rong Ming's smile recede, and she knew why he was upset. She sighed, her brows still frowned, and she said with a headache, "It's about you."

"It's only about you."

"I can understand the difference between repaying kindness and liking. If I change someone else, I won't like it, I won't marry him, and I won't stay." Jiang Lao shook the corner of his sleeve and looked up at him. "You just tell me, if I stay, if it's what you want."

Rong Zhao's eyes were half-downcast. After a long time without a word, Jiang Lao laughed instead, with a slight smile in his voice, "I know, you want to say yes in your heart."

He had said it once, and he had a serious tone, not like a joke, she still remembered it.

Jiang Lao held Rong Ming's left hand and held it firmly, "Whatever you want, I will give it to you."

Even if he is a little bit paranoid compared to ordinary people, the blade that hurts people has never really turned towards her, but instead pierced him all over his body. Jiang Lao's tone became lighter and he sighed.

She herself is the most lazy to think about things, how can she like a thought that has so much more than words.

Rong Ming raised his hand and wiped his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a bit astringent, "I don't want to give you what you want."

He calmed down, "My father is seriously ill, and the people from the hospital told me that I am afraid that the end of the day will be reached within three months. After three months, either I will be in power or I will become a prisoner. The business of winners and losers is not easy to do."

Even if Jiang Lao guessed one or two, when he heard him say about Emperor Zhaowu's physical condition, his heart was still shocked.

No wonder he let her go to Jiangzhou and also let her parents go.

There is an deceased person in Jiangzhou, who is more than a hundred miles away from the capital. If something happens to him in the capital, she can still protect herself.

It was not much different from what she had guessed.

Jiang Lao: "I guessed it a long time ago."

"It's what I want to keep my parents safe, and what I want to be with you is what I want to do to stay in Jinling, you don't have to stop me. And..." Jiang Lao previously felt that her brother was like a hawk Harrier’s temperament is tricky, and today I really realized how much his lip-synching is a headache, "Don’t pretend to be too guessing in your heart, guess and guess... If you don’t ask me, what about Know that you guessed right or wrong?"

She stretched out her arms towards Rong Chen, and Rong Chen followed her movements and gently bent over to hug her.

Some people, even the sound of breathing will make you feel happy.

Jiang Lao said everything he wanted to say, and he listened to it. The stone fell in his heart and he laughed.

She took the posture of the autumn queen to settle accounts, raised her sleeves, and pinched Rong Chen, "I let me choose this time anyway, unlike before, I just fainted with the medicine and let me miss one day in vain."

Rong Chen had originally put his chin on Jiang Lao's shoulder, tilted her head to see how she was talking, and when she was about to turn over the old account, she turned her face and turned her gaze to the outside. She had a temperament and pretended not to hear.

...

The maid of Maoshi sent the white porridge to the Fairview Palace. After putting down the food box, she hurriedly left. Emperor Jiahe chased after him with a smiling face.

The palace lady's tone was not good, she lowered her head, "How can the slave and maid know something that the mother and the mother have no way of knowing?"

Queen Jiahe still spoke in a good mood, "The Yuan'er of the palace... what news is there?"

The maid did not even want to talk.

Empress Jiahe suddenly changed his face.

She flicked her sleeves and threw down the food container on several cases, and said with a stern face: "If you give me a bit of arrogance, you can't tell who is the master and the slave?"

If you don't say it, don't say it, yin and yang are weird, what is it?

She gritted her teeth and said: "You go and find King Qi, this palace is his mother and concubine."

"When did my palace teach him the villainous act of separating mother and child, go and find him!"

The two palace ladies packed up the knocked over food box, but ignored the curses of Jiahe Empress.

After going out, the palace lady who had just received the words from the queen whispered to the figure of the queen Jiahe shown on the window paper, "It's ridiculous, when I am still the master."

She scorned the other maid, "It wasn't she who killed Zhang Jieyu herself and caused the separation of other people's mother and child, but now she can't bear the karma, and she still thinks about the seventeenth prince's return... the seventeenth prince. , I’m afraid I won’t be able to come back."

Listening to the conversation between the two little palace ladies under the window, Jia and the queen shuddered, and the bowl in their hands rolled to the ground.

Even the little palace lady who came to deliver the food knew that she had killed Rong Ming's birth mother back then. I am afraid that all in the entire imperial city would know.

Then her reputation...

The father can't save her, and the son can't count on...

The lady of the palace was gone, Jia and the Queen were unconscious, withered bones, motionless.

Sit all day long.

It was getting late.

The maid came to give dinner to Queen Jiahe, and the leftovers leftovers were stored in the four-corner square plate in her hand.

She dangled and pushed open the creaking door.

The Splendid Palace, which was once magnificent and expensive and luxurious, is now desolate and desolate, with falling dust and autumn breeze as its only embellishment.

The little palace lady stepped in, but couldn't see the figure of Jiahe Empress.

She searched for a whole circle, but still no one was seen, and ran out hurriedly, "The lady is gone."

The palace was chaotic all night.

When dawn was about to break, someone finally found the Queen Jiahe who had fallen into it in a dry well in the cold palace.

There was also a dead bone that was salvaged along with Queen Jiahe. ——The old Nu Ji who was with the queen back then.

The queen broke her legs and spent the night with the bones of the people she wronged to death. When she was picked up, she was dazed and stupefied. She kept talking about someone who brought her there. No one believed it. Her words screamed and screamed like crazy, and the content of her screams changed. She said that her Yuan'er would ascend to the throne and inherit the ruler. She would be the queen mother or even the queen mother. No matter what others said, she couldn't listen to it. .

...

Jiang Lao only dreamed once in his dream that there was an old maid next to the queen who she trusted. After returning to Beijing, I never saw Madam Ji. I heard that the queen fell into a well and happened to run into it. The bones of Mother Ji’s body were covered with cold thorns, and she wanted to know the cause of Mother Ji’s death.

Rong Chen was too busy, she didn't want to disturb, so she didn't ask him.

Qin Yun was not surprised at this incident, "It is common for people to be killed in the palace, and murders are common. I said why the old lady who was full of bad thoughts and very difficult to the queen would suddenly return home, maybe It was a bad service and was silenced by the queen."

Jiang Lao lowered his head to think deeply, and felt that there was indeed some truth.

Qin Yun always looked outside the Shuxiang Palace, and Jiang Lao asked her, "Doesn't it mean that you remember the Holy Spirit?"

Qin Yun chuckled, "I just remembered his previous plan."

She attached to Jiang Lao’s ear, “When I first entered the palace, I felt very resentful towards the saint. I was thinking, if one day he really likes me, it’s not like him. I just want to be tempted by him. Let him know that I have never cared about him."

"But I was thinking of the Qin family behind me, and I didn't dare to give myself such a sigh. I wanted to hide it from him for life, but recently I wanted to find time to see him again."

Qin Yun knocked on the table, "Did you hear about that Zhang Jieyu? The Queen's murder of her, I am afraid that the sage has always known, I don't know whether it is for the face of his one or two distinguished monarchs, or has other plans. No punishment. He treats others so kindly, and I treat him so kindly, it sounds like something I should do."

Jiang Lao only felt that this was a bad debt. She didn't know how to handle it, and she looked embarrassed. Qin Yun loved her, touched her head, and said with a smile: "I will think about this by myself, you don't have to intervene."

Jiang Lao was thinking about something else in his heart.

If the last king who succeeded to the throne would be Rong Chen, there would be a way to get her aunt out of the palace.

There was an inexplicable intuition in her heart, which made her smile.

Qin Yun smiled bitterly as he admitted his fate, "That's good."

Ming Shao came in at this time, tapped the door twice, and said to Jiang Lao that he had to return to the house.

Qin Yun smiled, "Every time you come to my place, your girl urges you to return to the house very hard, and I don't know who asked you to."

Ming Shao lowered her head and said, "Niang Niang is making fun of the slave and maid. In today's situation, it is inconvenient for the wife to move around in the city for fear of accidents."

"Who said that?"

"His Royal Highness King Qi..."

Qin Yun smiled more deeply, "I'm afraid of changes, so I just live in my Shuxiang Palace, isn't it all right?"

Ming Shaojie stammered, not knowing what to do, Jiang Lao patted her on the shoulder, and said to Qin Yun: "Auntie don't want to tell jokes anymore. In the past few months, everything has been serious."

Qin Yun waved his hand, "You go back first. I really can't keep you today. I have to figure out a way to go to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart and take a look.

...

The sedan chair stopped at the palace gate, Jiang Lao saw him, and Rong Zhao waited for her outside the palace gate.

Jiang Lao walked over, "I'm busy with official business, so how come I have time to pick me up?"

"You are also a big deal." Rong Chen hooked the carriage curtain with a silver hook and helped her up. Seeing her tilted her head and looking at him, as if to say something of admonition, he smiled faintly, "When I was paying attention everywhere. , You can no longer blame me for being suspicious."

His first move made Jiang Lao speechless and got into the carriage.

Rong Chen came in afterwards.

"If you really become the emperor in the future, is there a way to let my aunt out of the palace?"

Rong Chen thought for a moment, and only said, "It's not difficult."

He looked at her, squinted his eyes, "Why don't you ask me... about the Sannomiya Sixth Institute?"

Jiang Lao said, "You can't."

"I do not know either."

Before she liked him, she never thought about marrying someone.

Seeing him squinting at her, she squinted his eyes unconsciously, "Is it possible, you are asking me in advance, can there be San Gong Six Courtyard?"

Rong Ming laughed, "No."

Jiang Lao suddenly became interested, "What if the minister submits a letter and asks for an order?"

Rong Chen slapped her forehead with his fingers, "If you can't decide for yourself, the emperor is in my benefit."

Jiang Lao was holding his forehead, but it didn't hurt. He just wanted to rub the place he knocked twice, "Then you have to ask me."

Rong Chen stopped talking.

He was afraid that she would easily push him to someone else's side.

I'm afraid that she has no interest in him, and she can throw it away at any time.

In the autumn and winter, it gets dark early, and soon the sky will sink as if you can't see the dawn.

Jiang Rao thought about Rong Chen's tiredness these few days. He asked the maid to cook the hot water early. He watched the dripping. After calculating the hour, he thought of going to the study to find Rong Chen. He happened to see him hurried out of the study.

Seeing her coming, Rong Ming said: "There is urgent news in the palace, and I need to go to the palace."

Jiang Lao nodded and stepped aside. Rong Zhao walked out a few steps, then suddenly turned back, hugging Jiang Lao, and said in her ear: "Nearby, wait for me to come back."

Jiang Lao was not flustered at first, but his words made her flustered. After waiting for an hour or two, Rong Ming did not return. She was not stable in sleep, waiting for a louder sound. After daybreak, she was accompanied by a maid's guard, thinking about the vicinity of the imperial city, and inquiring about the news.

It happened to be at the entrance of Wuyi Alley and met Huaiqing who had rushed back.

Fang Zhi, at midnight last night, Emperor Zhaowu died.

Leaving his edict, the king of Qi had outstanding military exploits and cultivated literary talents within him.

At this time, Rong Chen is probably busy with the people on the side of the Qin Tianjian in the funeral and burial.

Jiang Lao's panic all night finally settled down.

She had worried that because she had known the past in her dreams, the fate of her and Rong Ming would change. She suffered in the dream, but he finally held the real power. Now that she can change her own destiny, maybe she also changed his. She was worried about the unknown that she couldn't see in her dream, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt flustered.

Fortunately, her dreams brought good things.

Jiang Lao was unable to enter the palace, and returned to the palace with his feet.

She hadn't slept for the whole night, so she couldn't help it. When the sun fell, she slept on the beauty couch for a while.

When he woke up, there was a starry sky outside, with sweat hanging on Jiang Lao's forehead, and he hurriedly called a maid to ask, "Have you returned to your house?"

The maid’s attitude was more respectful than before, “I came back half an hour ago and saw that the lady was sleeping, she put a thin blanket on the lady, and went to the study.”

Jiang Lao pulled off the velvet blanket covering her body and hurriedly went to the study. Seeing Rong Chen lying on the desk in the study for a nap, she hurriedly relaxed.

Seeing his lips with a smile, Jiang Lao thought he was awake and was about to talk. After a closer look, he realized that he was not.

It's just that the table looks a little cold, Jiang Rao raised Rong Ming's head and spread his hands over it.

Rong Chen was dreaming.

In the dream, the spring is thick in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the scenery is everywhere.

The person he likes is standing in a place full of mountains and flowers, and she rushes towards him.

The brilliant light fell all over her, so that she could not see it.

Suddenly sober.

He lowered his eyes and raised his eyes again, raised his face, and looked at Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao called him softly, "Rong Ming."

Rong Chen was still half awake, squinting at Jiang Lao, his low voice was still touched with a touch of tiredness, "Yeah."

After all, he got through to the end and got the power he wanted. But even if I saw the edict and heard the news that the queen hanged herself in the palace, I couldn't stir up the slightest joy.

Just feel boring.

It can't even be compared to the dream that she was there just now.

Jiang Lao retracted his hand and asked with a faint smile, "Shicai saw you smiling, what did you dream of?"

Rong Ming smiled, grabbed her hand back, tilted his head against her, looked at her and said, "Sweet dreams."

If it's related to you.

It's all a dream.

It is a dream.