I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Tears welled up in Ming Shao's eyes, "There is a mess in the house, and the servants and maids sneak out to report to the girl, so I know so much."

The shock on Concubine Yun’s face did not disappear, but when she looked back at Jiang Lao, she was startled by her pale face.

"My dad is so imprudent."

Concubine Yun nodded and replied, "This must be a misunderstanding."

She took Jiang Lao's hand, "Your father is in a high position, and the calligraphy and painting are favored by the emperor. Someone must see him jealously. You are young and you have never stayed in Jinling for a long time. There are not many chances to encounter such a thing. Once the Metropolitan Procuratorate finds out the truth, you can change your father's innocence, so don't panic."

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes and said, "I didn't panic."

She just looked at Ming Shao's teary eyes, and suddenly passed the scene of being ransacked in her dream in her mind.

In the same snowy day, Ming Shao also cried into tears.

Even knowing that what happened today is not the same thing that day, she became uncontrollable and uneasy.

She has had fewer and fewer dreams recently. In the dream last night, there were layers of snow in the dream. She knocked to the ground in the night, and it hurt.

Jiang Lao didn't fall asleep very much last night, with a few strands of blood in his eyes.

She pinched her palms, even though she looked calm, there was a slight anxiety in her eyes.

Concubine Yun Gui took on a cloak and got up, and she said solemnly: "I'll go to the emperor to see what's going on, and see if there is anything I can do to help, so you will wait for me, don't be too much. Too worried."

Jiang Lao got up just before she stood up. She shook her head. How could she be able to stay if something like this happened, "I'll go back to the house."

...

The periphery of Wuyi Alley is full of people who want to see the excitement, and the alleys are filled with water.

Seeing the blocked alley, Jiang Lao's face could hardly be bleak and pale.

It took her all morning to fully understand the matter from her grandfather and mother.

The seal was played, but the impeacher did not come forward, and it was a painting presented to Emperor Zhaowu.

It is said to be a painting made by her father when he was drunk.

All the words in the painting are extremely scribbled, except that the word "degree" in the name of the emperor is clearly written.

The most terrible thing is that this painting was given to King Jing by her father.

It made the crime of tabooing a little deeper.

King Jing was classmates with her father at the time, but he conspired with troops more than ten years ago. After being suppressed, he escaped and disappeared. Even though the world pardoned him a few years ago, the emperor did not forgive his capital sin. Once King Jing is involved, her family will become the same as her previous life.

The only way is to find someone to prove that the painting is not her father's.

She anxiously waited for news from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

...

Concubine Yun Gui begged, and the emperor temporarily released Jiang Siye back.

But even if he was released back to the mansion, it was only for the time being to let him go back to the mansion for a small gathering with his family. Four high-powered martial arts officials were arranged next to him, and they followed every step of the way. He took it to the Metropolitan Police Office.

As soon as the news came out, Jiang Lao waited outside the mansion gate.

Those who were waiting with her were replaced by Jiang Qin and Jiang Jinxing.

It's already late into the evening.

The troubles of wealthy people have always been a topic that can be hotly discussed.

In a day's work, the rumors in Beijing have exploded.

Nothing happened at the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but the rumors added fuel and jealousy, and the charges of Fourth Master Jiang have been fulfilled.

People were in panic for a while, and everyone wanted to draw a clear relationship with Jiang Xingzhou, for fear of getting the reputation of King Jing's remnants.

Jiang Qin's face was full of worry, and Jiang Lao said beside her, "That painting won't be painted by Daddy."

Her father did not respect etiquette, and was especially disdainful of this kind of name taboo, and he didn't ask others to hide his name.

But he wouldn't do such a thing that would affect an entire family.

She didn't believe him even if he was drunk at the time.

Jiang Jinxing looked up at his sister, and shook his head, "It's not Daddy."

At his age, he has a little knowledge of today’s affairs. He only knows that his father made a big mistake because of his painting. It was a crime of beheading. He grabbed Jiang Lao by the corner of his clothes and said anxiously: "It's me, I painted it. I Secretly ate wine, doodle drawing."

His immature words were buried in the noisy voices. He was afraid that Jiang Lao would not hear the same, so he said again, "That painting, I painted it! It's me!"

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Lao grabbed his little hand and shook his head towards his younger brother.

The sin of disrespect, according to the decree, is not to be blamed.

Men over 16 in the clan should be beheaded, and the rest should be sent to the frontiers to become slaves.

"Sister, why are your palms so cold?" Jiang Jinxing asked softly, wrapping Jiang Lao's hands with two small hands.

There was a noise in the alley, a carriage stopped, and Jiang Siye lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

The iron armored servants really kept guarding him.

Siye Jiang saw his wife and children waiting at the gate of the mansion, raised a little spirit, walked a few steps over, and smiled like an okay person, "I'm okay."

Jiang Qin greeted him in a panic,

"Master, what's the matter with that painting? Did the police arrest the wrong person?"

His silent attitude towards the painting made Jiang Lao cold.

According to her father's temperament, if the painting was not made by him, she would definitely deny it righteously.

Siye Jiang did not answer, only shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry too much. I have someone to see and can't go back to the house with you. You go back to the house first."

No one was willing to leave, Jiang Siye's helpless smile deepened, and he looked at Jiang Qin, "Qingshan, these days, you can only rely on you to take good care of Brother Xing and Nian."

Jiang Qin's hand was placed on Jiang Jinxing's shoulder, tears were in his eyes, and he said to Fourth Master Jiang: "Father has already entered the palace to see the Holy Father. I will go back to Qin's Mansion tonight. Master, it will be fine."

Jiang Siye smiled and nodded, turned around and boarded the carriage again. After leaving his wife and children, the smile on his face was put away tiredly, his face looked very haggard.

He does have the habit of painting after being drunk, and he himself has forgotten when the painting was made.

It can be seen that the brushstrokes are undoubtedly his paintings.

He himself can't deny...

He got into the carriage, without noticing that another carriage was following him far behind him.

The carriage took Jiang Siye all the way to the teahouse.

Jiang Xingchuan was waiting in the room.

He was dressed in old clothes, forcing out the dignity and style of the past.

Last time the old uncle accused him of discrediting the family and causing him to be divided into clan and clan. His life is not as good as a day. In order to subsidize the family, almost all the things that he can be used for are sold in the pawnshop.

Just put on old clothes, can hold the front decent.

"Aren't you planning to never see me again in this life? Why did you ask someone to invite me to the teahouse?"

Siye Jiang couldn't lift his head a little, his feet were heavy and his voice was extremely dry, "I... have something to ask."

Jiang Xingchuan opened his eyes wide. Since his real power was taken away, what he longed to see day and night was today's scene.

Come true?

He raised his eyebrows: "That painting is really yours?"

Siye Jiang did not respond to his words.

Even if he thinks it is in his heart, he will not agree to it until death.

Promise everything is over.

He said: "Even if my eldest brother is divided into clan and clan, I have sent people to give my eldest brother a little money. That old friend of Zhou's surname is actually me."

Jiang Xingchuan was taken aback in surprise, and suddenly lowered his head and sneered.

What is the use of the money sent by Yueyue for relief? Only enough for him to live is not enough for him to maintain the dignity of the past.

He will fall

In this situation, don't you just worship him?

Si Ye Jiang didn't take a seat, he always stood in the room, shaking his hands, "If my wife and daughter are affected by me..."

Jiang Xingchuan snorted, "Are you trying to beg me to take care of one or two?"

At the beginning, he was divided into clan and clan, and became a drowning dog that everyone shouted and beaten.

But who would know that he had broken up with the Jiang family and he became a sweet potato in a blink of an eye.

Because of his fame and humiliation because of his paintings, Jiang Xingchuan gave Jiang Siye a mocking glance, "I am not having a good life now, why should I help you take care of them?"

He laughed, raised his chin, holding a cup of tea, and said arrogantly, "My brother doesn't think that you stand like this, it doesn't look like a beggar."

He looked at the ground with his eyes, meaning something.

Jiang Siye's face was embarrassed and his body was tight.

"Can't do it."

Jiang Xingzhou tapped the tea cup in his hand, his behavior changed to a gentleman's appearance, but the depth of his eyes revealed the cheerfulness of the villain, "Please, brother."

Siye Jiang straightened his lips without saying a word. He looked at the ground, like a puppet with stitches, and knelt down slowly.

The knee did not touch the ground, and the door of the inn was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Xingchuan was waiting to watch a good show. The tea in his hand was knocked over by someone and splashed towards his chin. He was caught off guard, like a fish being washed alive in hot soup, and bounced from the seat. .

Jiang Lao grabbed Fourth Master Jiang by the arm, pulling him all the way out of the elegant room.

She was panting, with tears in her eyes, and yelled at Fourth Master Jiang as if she was so angry: "Even if you really kneel down, he won't be as you wished."

She felt that her father's actions were wrong. He didn't think of a way to find someone to help him examine the painting and clean up his charges. Instead, he came to see her uncle?

That painting may be his father's painting.

He wanted to kneel down to others, just like in her dream.

Can't kneel...

Fourth Master Jiang's lips flicked, "I know..."

He stood next to his daughter, although tall, his back was still straight, and he was inexplicably lonely and pitiful.

What the daughter can know, he doesn't know.

He never thought that his eldest brother could help him take care of his wife and children in the future.

All he asked was that his eldest brother would not trouble them in the future.

As long as his elder brother humiliated him today and let out a sigh of relief, he might be able to eliminate the anger and hatred in his elder brother's heart...

The eldest brother is not tolerant, so he must come to find this.

Even if only one or two points are meager possible.

He will

Do it.

"This is not something you should take care of, you go back."

Jiang Lao's tears swirled in his eye sockets depressed and uncomfortably.

Seeing her not leaving, Jiang Siye straightened his face and threatened her with anger: "Go back! If you don't leave, I will stay in the prison of the Metropolitan Procuratorate tonight!"

Jiang Lao stomped angrily and turned to leave.

Siye Jiang looked at her back, a thousand words in his heart, and finally turned into a long sigh.

When my daughter was young, when he saw her crying, he must have lifted Xiaodouding to his shoulders, told her to ride his neck staggeringly, and take her to buy sweets.

The little girl was so coaxing, she gave some sweet food, and immediately stopped crying.

It would be fine if you had sugar on your body at this moment.

Jiang Siye looked down at his gray-stained robe, his hands were empty, and his expression was self-deprecating.

How can there be so many if so?

If he had known such a thing, he would never drink alcohol in his life.

...

Although Jiang Lao left the inn, he did not return home.

The moonlight was high outside, and the night became thicker.

The old man entered the palace and asked to see Emperor Zhaowu, Jiang Qin took Jiang Qin back to Qin's house to find a way.

Jiang Lao walked staggeringly in Wuyi Lane, visiting from door to door to see him.

She thought that if someone said that the painting was not her father's, the change was not credible enough, and if there were ten or a hundred said no, Emperor Zhaowu would definitely hesitate.

She knocked on the door of Yan's Mansion for the first time.

Mr. Yan took his wife and children back to the hometown to deal with his father's funeral. Only the housekeeper and the servants were in Yan's house.

Other people...

Jiang Lao didn't knock on the door of any of them.

Everyone evaded when they saw her, as if they had seen a plague god.

Her steps were firm at first, but later became slow, hesitant and aimless.

In her dream, she had already experienced such a scene, and no one wanted to help her after her home was ransacked.

She thought that she had already seen the feelings of the people, but she actually experienced it again, but instead she was chilled by the cold.

Snow fell like goose feathers, she shivered, her shoulders suddenly fell, and a cloak fell on her.

It was a man's cloak. Jiang Lao looked back and saw Pei Songyu.

He seemed to rush in, changing his head with unmelted snow, "I know you are worried about your father. The curfew is about to come. Don't go shopping outside, you will go back with me first."

Jiang Lao raised his eyes in panic, "Cousin?"

As if a drowning person grabbed the life-saving driftwood, her pupils suddenly lit up, "You know my father's personality, he must have been wronged, you help me persuade the emperor."

if only

There is someone who is willing to stand up to help her father speak, and those who are watching may also come forward.

As long as Emperor Zhaowu believes that the character was not written by her father, neither her father nor Ning An Bo’s mansion will have any trouble.

There was a layer of miserable water in her apricot eyes, with desperate persistence and hope. She didn't cry or make trouble, but it was heart-shaking when she looked at it.

Pei Songyu gave her a distressed look.

But he hesitated for a while, and did not agree to Jiang Lao.

He just came out of Dali Temple.

Everyone who has seen that painting said that it was Jiang Xingzhou's painting.

Old people in Jingzhong remember Jiang Xingzhou, the mad boy who was a madman and a misfortune.

Even some young people of the junior generation have heard from their parents about how bohemian Jiang Xingzhou, now known as the sacred hand, was when he was young.

The most arrogant young master of the Jiang family in Jinling.

At the age of twenty or so, he lived arbitrarily and publicly.

Later, when they got married and started a business, they added weakness.

Back then, he didn't even respect the world, let alone the emperor.

Regardless of the handwriting, the poem just looked at the style, it already looked like Jiang Xingzhou's style in his youth.

Emperor Zhaowu himself was familiar with Jiang Xingzhou's style of painting and calligraphy, and invited countless people familiar with Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and painting style to inspect the paintings.

No one dared to say that the painter was not Jiang Xingzhou.

People who have reached the pinnacle, even those who will imitate again, can't learn the same form and spirit.

There is only one Jiang Xingzhou in the world.

Just this sentence is a compliment from the world to Jiang Xingzhou.

Today, it has become a sentence that makes him unable to stand up.

"I can't deceive you."

The light in Jiang Lao's eyes shattered little by little, and his eyes dimmed.

Pei Songyu saw her disappointed eyes, frowned, and said seriously, "I owe the fourth master’s kindness, but I have my difficulties. If the fourth master makes other mistakes, I can protect him, but One party alone with King Jing..."

It took him so much effort to climb from the small village to Jinling, and so much effort to climb to the place where the youngest brothers in Jinling were born.

He couldn't accept that he fell short.

Jiang Lao twisted his face to one side.

Even he thinks that her father once followed King Jing, what about others?

"Your father is now in a place where it is difficult to protect, you follow me. Even if you are cut into a slave status, although you can no longer be married, but I can at least let you live in peace in the future and not be deceived by others. Otherwise, have you ever thought about it, If a girl like you of a big family is degraded to a lowly citizenship, what will you suffer?"

Seeing Jiang Lao's slowness, he became anxious and said what Jiang Siye hadn't allowed him to reveal, "Your father asked me to come to you. Why don't you figure it out?"

Pei Songyu's cheek suddenly hurt, and the cloak was thrown directly back on his face.

Jiang Lao suddenly took a step back.

She was shaking all over, "I will never figure it out in my life."

He turned his head suddenly and ran outside the alley of Wuyi Lane.

Pei Songyu caught the cloak and raised his foot to chase.

The young man behind him called to him, "My lord, don't chase after you, if the impeachment hits you..."

Pei Songyu closed his feet hesitantly, and finally stopped in the empty alley.

The people in Wuyi Alley walked all over, changing to the outside of Wuyi Alley.

She walked from house to house in the memory of those who had contact with her father.

But no matter what the alley is, there is no one who is willing to say a word for her father.

The kind-hearted, in exchange for the next person to come out and say a few excuses that are inconvenient to meet guests, cold-hearted, directly fastened the door.

Jiang Lao has never been so desperate for a moment.

She held her arms and walked on the street like a lonely soul.

By a window of the inn in the distance, a figure pointed at her lonely figure, "Even if a dog rushed over to bit her today, no one helped her beat her."

"very pitiful."

Shen Xianying didn't see a trace of pity in her eyes, but the ending tone curled her lips with a cheerful smile.

This tragic and terrifying appearance coincided with the only promised maid from her previous life.

After rebirth, she originally wanted to find the little servant girl with low status and watch her joke.

She even wanted to buy her into the mansion, but she didn't expect that after rebirth, she discovered that Jiang Lao had a background that she could never match.

The only sense of superiority in the last life suddenly disappeared.

"Girl, it's late at night, we should go back."

"hold on."

She is not satisfied with the change.

Even though the little servant girl in the previous life seemed to be helpless, but the new emperor protected her, how could she really suffer.

Such a tragic appearance, she saw it for the first time, so naturally she would appreciate it for a while.

Shen Xianying curled her lips and said casually: "The curfew is about to come. If she dares to wander on the street again, she will be caught by the patrol. If something happens to her father, who can protect her?"

...

Official Office of the Ministry of Industry.

The lamp was burning on Rong's table, and the candle had been burned very short. At this time, someone came back, "It's already late at night, and it's almost curfew. His Royal Highness Nine should go back."

Rong Zhao blew out the candle and walked out with him.

The official said, "I think there are a lot of papers on your desk. It took a lot of effort after reading it. I don't know if Master Chen's experience of you is good or bad."

Rong Wei blinked his dry eyes and didn't answer.

"You are young, but you have a stable temper. You shut yourself up for a whole day, and you don't hear anything outside the window. Today, the movement in the capital is very big." The man walked with Rong Ming for a while, and saw him taciturn, as if not. Knowing what happened in Jinling today, I can't help but feel a little curious, "You really didn't hear anything?"

"I'm thinking about the Yunling plank road."

Chen Bing wanted to grab the credit and didn't get it. Maybe he would do something on the plank road. If something goes wrong on the plank road, then it will only be his fault.

He would use the same method to harm others, and he would naturally guard against others harming him like this.

The official sighed, "Are you not interested in the remnants of King Jing?"

"The Fourth Master in Ning'an Bo’s Mansion may be the remnant of King Jing. I saw the painting in which the Fourth Master committed the crime. It was his handwriting. This matter is 80% true. If you look for him, King Jing might just Find it out."

The wheelchair stopped immediately.

The two had arrived outside the palace, and the shaky light and shadow of the palace lantern hit Rong Wei's sinking complexion.

He looked at the officials in front of him seriously, "Master Liao don't want to talk nonsense."

"It's not nonsense." The official approached the stable and pulled the reins of the puller. "I heard that his daughter begged everywhere, but it seems that he hasn't changed it at the moment. Tsk, but the thing is not clear, how can anyone dare to help her? , May be said to be the remnants of King Jing, that is death..."

The word of sin was changed without saying it, and there was a voice behind him, "Master Liao, borrow a horse for a use."

The official was taken aback.

At the same time, the closed-door drum, announcing the beginning of the curfew, rang in the distance.

A figure stepped on its foot, turned on its horse, and in the blink of an eye, the horse moved away.

Liao Qiubai glanced around. His horse was being ridden away. Two steps away, the wheelchair was empty, and the figure of its owner was missing.

...

Jiang Lao dragged his tired body and walked in the direction of Ning'an Bo Mansion in Wuyi Lane.

Her head was buried very low, tired and panicked, like a bird that could not find a foothold, her eyes were full of panic and anxiety.

It's really the same as her mother said.

The closed door drum rang, one after another.

The city gate three miles away suddenly closed, the Yamen missed the engraving, and the "day engraving" was over.

Hearing the sound of the drum behind the door, Jiang Lao quickened his pace.

But she was hit by a person walking toward her and fell directly to the ground.

Big teardrops

Spinning around.

It's not the time to cry.

She endured it, the position of the ankle bone seemed to be inserted into the blade, pained sharply, stuck in the snow for a long time and couldn't get up.

The incomprehension and grievance rose to the extreme with the pain of the ankle bone.

Her father is generous and generous, and the calligraphy and painting of the daughter are given away as soon as they are given. Why is there no door to open for her today?

Even if she knows that icing on the cake is easy and it is difficult to give charcoal in the snow, she feels uncomfortable in her heart.

The lanterns on the street were bright and dark by the wind.

By the window of the inn, Shen Xianying looked at the petite figure falling to the ground on the bumpy snowy road with a deeper smile.

The maid who had just collided with Jiang Lao opened the door and returned, without turning her head back, she said indifferently, "Good job."

She looked at Jiang Lao, who tried again and again, but couldn't get up. She smiled, "Since you are so nervous about your father, why don't I give you a chance to fulfill your filial piety."

After a few times, Jiang Laohuan was forced to stand up painfully.

Because of the pain in the ankle, he bends slightly when walking, like a person picking firewood on the road, walking back step by step, staggering.

But as if she couldn't feel the pain, her face was full of resentment and anger towards God, hating herself for walking too slowly, hating that the night fell too early.

Tomorrow the omissions will be exhausted, and once the curfew is resolved, she will continue to look for it.

Egret Academy, the south and west of the city, have never been there.

She wanted to find a way to see the painting.

She dragged her injured foot forward, not a long way, but it seemed like there was no end.

In the north wind, the horses neighed suddenly.

Jiang Lao turned around.

Ten miles in the long street behind him, frost was everywhere in the wind, snow and moon night.

The tall horse came against the flow of people.

The boy rolled over and got off the horse neatly. Before she could react, the soles of his feet lightened, and he held the child in a posture, propped it up on his arm.