I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Coming out of the flower-seller, Jiang Lao held the full flower basket in his hand. Although it was not in the way, it seemed that she was hanging out on the street, looking for a passerby to find out something. She seemed not so serious, afraid of being caught Someone fooled and divided the bought plum flowers among the maids. Seeing that the small bamboo basket was about to see the bottom, a slender hand stretched out behind her and picked the bamboo basket from her.

She turned her head, Rong Chen's eyes drooped, her eyes hung in the flower basket, which looked big in her hand, but looked small when he held it.

He swept all the fallen leaves in the outer courtyard of the grandma's courtyard, and came out one step later than Jiang Lao.

Rong Ming bowed his head and looked away casually. There were no more plums left in the basket. Looking at the few branches in the hands of those maids, he curled his lips and said, "I want too."

Jiang Lao looked at his persistent comparison eyes, only to realize that he wanted flowers.

She had never thought that he would be interested in flowers, flowers and plants, but his attitude at the moment, no one could tell that he really wanted it.

Jiang Lao laughed, replaced a few flowers in his hand, and put them in the basket in his hand.

Rong Ming followed behind her, his eyes were both satisfied and dissatisfied.

He thinks that the plum blossoms she gave to those maids are much more beautiful than those left in the basket. He is like a person trapped in the desert, who can never stop thirst, and slowly follows Jiang Lao. She is a little slower than him. With big steps, he could catch up with ease, and raised his hand to put down the yarn on Jiang Lao's cone hat.

Just now drinking water in the courtyard, Jiang Lao put down the veil on the cone hat. The old woman finally saw Jiang Lao’s face and kept holding Jiang Lao’s hand to praise her beauty. Rong Lao was left out in the cold. The little girl who couldn't wait for him glanced at him.

He wanted to put the yarn down at that time.

Since she doesn't look at him, don't look at anything else, and don't be seen by others.

After forbearing till now, and finally getting what he wanted, Rong Ming let out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Lao's sight was blocked by the conical hat, she didn't realize what Rong Ming was thinking, her sight went dark for a moment, and her hand naturally landed on the arm of Rong Ming, who was very close to her.

Her unsuspecting moves made Rong Chaohe discover the evil in his bones, but Jiang Lao's soft snuggling movements made him not have the slightest reflection and repentance.

Jiang Lao was afraid that what he said would be heard by others, and stayed as close as possible to Rong Ming's ears. Rong Ming stopped when she saw that she had something to say. He bent down, Jiang Lao put his hands on his ears and whispered, " Granny just now told me that the owner of the inn that caught fire had a cousin who worked in the yamen. He had a good relationship with several officials in the yamen. Follow them to find the ghost in the yamen."

She was afraid of being heard by others and spoke very quietly, but her voice was filled with excitement, as if she had found something good. She was overwhelmed with joy. Although her education prevented her from asking for a compliment, no matter who she was There was pride and pride in her tone, and it was obvious that she wanted to be praised.

After listening to her, Rong Chen laughed Shen Shen although he didn't speak.

The drowning innkeeper, he has already figured out the details, she inquired about this, but one of the corners.

But he didn't say "I knew it" such disappointing words. After she finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand, put it on her cone cap, and gently touched her head, voice Deeply doting, "I see."

He reciprocated, his head sank lower, and talked close to Jiang Lao's ear, "I just came out of the yamen, and the county magistrate invited me to sit at his mansion. The time is almost up, it's better to go by now."

When he straightened up, Jiang Lao touched his earlobe. Although Rong Ming's breath was far away, she seemed to be able to hear his deep voice, and her ears were a little hot.

The magistrate’s mansion was in the city. When Rong Chen and Jiang Lao went with them, the magistrate had been waiting for them outside the house.

The magistrate's surname is left, he is nearly 30 years old, and has a gentle appearance. Seeing Rong Ming and Jiang Lao coming, he looked respectful and polite.

He welcomed the two into the mansion, and first went to the study with Rong Zhao, and asked the maid to take Jiang Lao into the guest room to have tea and snacks.

Jiang Lao stayed in the guest room, the magistrate was not there, and the maid at the house greeted her.

The maid kept apologizing to Jiang Lao and explained. Jiang Lao knew that the magistrate had gone outside to buy jewelry, so she didn’t care about it. But the maid here didn’t know if she had been ordered by the master, so it’s the folk customs here. So, warm and hospitable.

It's just that the hostess is absent, so it's not a bad reception.

But she said she didn’t care. The maids still looked guilty. They offered tea and snacks with an overwhelming attitude, making her look like a flower-seller who wanted to spend money but couldn’t give it out. I don’t know what to do. In response, I was busy using tea and a snack.

Rice noodles are washed in the tea, which is not only not bitter, but also has a sweetness.

Jiang Lao took a sip, his eyes brightened, and he drank a few more sips. The little maids who had been around her saw that she really liked it, and then they dispersed.

Left

The maid in the palace dispersed, and the corner of the table moved suddenly. Jiang Lao lowered his head and saw a little boy in a dark blue gown with a long life lock hanging on his neck coming out under the table. Her tea drinking stopped. A maid hurried over, picked up the little boy, and kept apologizing to Jiang Lao, "Ms. Jiang, this is my young master. I don’t understand etiquette. Please forgive me."

The little boy has small hands and small feet. His hands and feet don’t seem to be half the size of the maid who is holding her. Although he is not fat, his little hands are fleshy and must be taken away. When he changes his hands, he stretches out to the table. Want something on the wooden table.

Jiang Lao looked at what he could see, glanced at the things on the square table, and moved the plate with snacks on the table in front of him. The little boy immediately broke free from the maid’s hand and climbed to the other side of the table. On the armchair, it was already obvious that he was going to grab a snack.

But he stopped in midair, and asked Jiang Lao in a polite manner, "This guest, maybe this snack can be used for me?"

Jiang Lao laughed, "You use it."

She naturally wouldn't hinder him, and she couldn't help but want to hug him when she looked at such a small, cute-looking child.

The child took a snack and ate it. Although the action of breaking into the guest room was a bit abrupt, but the appearance was gentle and delicate, in exchange it made people see a bit of Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao was drinking tea and watching him eat snacks.

The maid was a little embarrassed, "The master and the wife didn't treat him badly on weekdays, but they were afraid that he had a toothache and told him to eat less sugar. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the fragrance and ran all the way to the girl."

"It's okay." She beckoned the maid to be closer to her, and asked softly: "Your old lady, how many snacks are allowed for him on weekdays?"

"It's okay to trade two or three dollars."

Jiang Lao looked at holding a piece of dim sum, biting carefully, changing the little boy who hadn't finished eating, and said to the maid: "Since he is afraid of his toothache, don't tell him to use too much dim sum. Go down."

The maid nodded and removed the dessert plate from the table.

The child used a piece of Hundred Flower Cake, the dessert plate was gone, and the grievances could be seen in his eyes. Jiang Lao was used to dealing with Jiang Jinxing. The capriciousness of the child in front of him was not half the way her brother was when he was young. When you want to cry, stretch your hand over.

In the palm of her hand, a clean veil was unfolded, and on the veil, there was a small piece of Baihua cake that she put away first.

"For you."

The child took the Baihua Cake and smiled with tears.

Jiang Lao

Seeing that the tricks used to deal with my younger brother worked, I smiled sweeter, and talked with the magistrate's son: "How old are you?"

The child stretched out a small hand with five fingers open towards her.

The maid told Jiang Lao, "Little Master is three years old."

There is a precedent that Jiang Jinxing can provoke the dogs on the street to chase him and bite at the age of four. Jiang Lao looked at this kid who would find a bench by himself and eat Baihua cake, and he liked it very much.

After eating the cake, the child looked at the cone hat Jiang Lao was wearing, and asked childishly, "This is a guest room, would you like to take off your hat?"

When he just came in, the magistrate went directly to the study with Rong Ming. Without saying hello to Jiang Lao, Jiang Lao didn’t take off the cone cap. Besides, he was used to wearing it and never took it off, but he looked at the child’s eyes full of Curious, she couldn't bear to disappoint him. She raised her hand and took off her hat. She asked him, "What's your name?"

She glanced outside. There was no movement in the yard as Rong Yu came out of the study. She was a little disappointed, and continued to talk to the county magistrate's son.

The child looked at Jiang Lao's face, blinked, suddenly jumped from the armchair, and sat cross-legged at Jiang Lao's feet, very close to Jiang Lao, "Zuo Jixuan."

Left Jixuan.

His voice was milky, and every word was long and soft.

Jiang Lao looked down at him. From this angle, the child's cheeks were white and soft, and her cheeks were as glutinous as freshly steamed glutinous rice cakes. She felt soft in her heart and asked him, "Can you write? "

The child nodded seriously, "Yes."

He raised his face proudly and added, "I can write better."

Jiang Lao smiled knowingly and opened his palms to him, "Would you like to write your name to my sister?"

The child still nodded, saying that I could do anything, but the hand did not reach out. The maid on the side laughed, "Girl, ignore our young master, he can only write some simple words, I'm afraid the name It will be incomplete. He likes talking to pretty girls the most. Don't talk to him anymore, or wait for you to leave, the young master is afraid that he will cry again."

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment. She changed her hand to a child who had never seen such a temperament before, and forgot to take it back.

The maid's words made Zuo Jixuan annoyed in her heart, dissatisfied and arrogantly raised her voice and said "I can write", raised her finger, and leaned in Jiang Lao's palm.

But before he dropped his finger, Jiang Lao's hand was grabbed by another person. She raised her eyes and saw Rong Chen.

Rong Chen had just come out of the study, followed by the magistrate here.

Know

The county picked up his son, and Jiang Lao looked at the person holding his hand. Although he was kind and smiling, his eyes were dim and he brought something she couldn't see clearly. He held her hand and lifted her from the seat. At the beginning, the county magistrate was anxious to discuss matters with Rong Yu. Jiang Lao failed to say hello to him. Rong Zhao pulled Jiang Lao up, looked at the county magistrate, and introduced Jiang Lao: "Every year, this is Lord Zuo."

Jiang Lao didn't look directly at the magistrate, his gaze stayed on Rong's side for a moment.

Although he smiled on his lips, his eyes were a little bit narrow when he swept toward the magistrate's son. He was obviously a very beautiful face, but he was like a rose with thorns.