I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Li Ren looked at the seventeenth prince, with a respectful attitude, bowed slightly, but what he said was not what the seventeenth prince wanted to hear, "His Royal Highness, please go back. The emperor has specifically asked you not to see you. ."

The seventeenth prince was a little surprised and chased after Li Ren, "Father-in-law, why..."

Li Ren paused slightly, watching the 17th prince shook his head, and still left.

After Li Ren left, the seventeenth prince's face sank, and he stared down at the boots, a bit lonely and aggrieved in his eyes.

Why didn't the father see him?

He knows the situation in the palace, knows his current situation, knows that today is different from the past, but...

Everything he got since he was a child is the best. Among all the princes and princes, he is the only one who has been accompanied and taken care of by his father for the longest time. The mother treated him harshly, but the father occasionally indulged him a little. He always thought, He is his father's favorite little Yaoer.

Even though the mother's queen had been confined in the Fairview Palace for so long, he was anxious and still determined in his heart. When the time passed, the father died down. He begged for mercy, and the father was able to release his mother.

Today I didn't even see it.

He was stiff as a stone, standing on the palace road.

The confidant who was attending him behind saw that almost all of his thoughts were written on his face, he made a deep voice and reminded: "His Royal Highness should be calm."

There are footsteps on the side.

The seventeenth prince looked up and saw Liao Qiubai, who was in a dark official uniform, walking to the palace with others. He contacted Li Ren to inform and entered the palace smoothly.

I didn't know the relationship between Liao Qiubai and Rong Ming, but now I know that Liao Qiubai is Rong Ming's staff. This scene fell in his eyes and it was dazzling.

The emperor father didn't see him, but he saw Rong Ming's staff... Obviously, the emperor father had turned a blind eye to him, his elder brother.

The hand of the 17th prince placed on the bottom of his sleeve clenched unwillingly, his knuckles trembled, and he asked his confidant beside him in a cold voice, "Where is King Qi now?"

...

The mountainside of Raogu Mountain, inside Zhuangzi.

Jiang Lao fell asleep all day, and when he woke up, it was sun set.

She slowly blinked her eyes twice, and followed the sunlight shining in along the window panes, and looked outside.

There was a faint light in the eyes. The sunlight outside the window was not bright enough and dim. The tail of the light was dragged very long, hitting the treetops, like a gilt gauze on the tree.

Is it sunset?

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment, and came back into her mind like a tide in a short period of time last night.

That time in the morning was over, she was dizzy, as if she was being carried back to the bedroom by him.

As soon as the memory returned, Jiang Lao's face instantly turned red.

She moved her body. She did not know which piece of meat was on her belly. The discomfort in the lower abdomen was very strong. In addition to the discomfort, her body was a little cold. It seemed that she had been coated with some plaster. Jiang Lao hissed and bowed his head. I took a look at myself, and his body was cleaned up. In the places where the red marks were pinched, I could smell the medicine slightly, and suddenly heard a slight noise on the side of the bed. Jiang Lao tilted his head and saw that he was approaching the bed. The silhouette of the side.

He leaned on the bed and looked at her. He seemed to be kneeling or half-kneeling on the ground, or perhaps half-squatting. He always put his posture very low. Looking at her from her angle, he could only see his face.

The light in the evening was dim, and small dust floated in the sunlight, and the light made the contours of his face blurred.

When she saw her awake, Rong Chen's eyes moved, and he pursed his lips. He was so presumptuous on the couch. Under the couch, he was an honest person. He put his fingers on the edge of the bed peacefully. When Jiang Luo woke up, he gently He reached out and tentatively touched Jiang Lao's cheek.

He waited for Jiang Lao to speak before he talked, listening to what he looked like.

As soon as Jiang Lao's eyes touched his slender fingers, he quickly avoided as if he had touched a scorching spark.

She used to like to look at his hands. They were slender and slender, but they did not lose strength. Although there were scars on the back of the hand, it did not affect the overall beauty. When turning the book and doing things, she was especially gentle.

Last night, her hand was firmly pressed by him and she couldn't move, and she knew how much strength he hid in this seemingly powerful hand.

It looks like it just looks.

Jiang Lao didn't want to care about him very much, so he turned over and turned his back to him.

How about being good on weekdays.

How many times she said no in the evening, he just cared about being fierce and didn't listen at all.

Rong Lu watched the little girl turn her back to him, her eyes dimmed a little, realizing that his expression was no one to look at, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Jiang Lao's waist.

He had nowhere to seek medical advice during the first few years of his illness. He himself read several medical books and knew where to press to relieve Jiang Lao’s tiredness and exhaustion. Severity."

Jiang Lao realized that his fingers were on her waist, her heart tightened, and she realized that there was no **** taste in his movements at this moment, and her body gradually relaxed, and she did not look back.

Her waist suddenly tightened, beside the couch

The person guarding her suddenly sighed, with a deep grievance in his voice, "Every year at this moment..."

"Could it be that you don't plan to look at me again if you want my innocence?"

What he said made her like a scumbag who was always in chaos and abandoned.

Jiang Lao finally turned back helplessly and looked at Rong Chen.

Her voice was very soft, tired and blamed, "I'm tired."

"It's time to get up."

Rong Ming coaxed her softly, picked her up with the quilt in a good temper, and carried her to the dressing table, waiting for her to dress and wash.

When the maid came to help Jiang Lao take care of it a few days ago, he was watching.

It only took a few times, but let him learn all the tricks of a maid serving people.

Jiang Lao looked at himself in the mirror, his eyelids were slightly swollen, and there was still the flush left by tears and sobbing last night.

No matter how good the powder is on weekdays, it can't hide the redness in the corners of her eyes.

She has always loved beauty and was tossed like this. She was a little annoyed in her heart. She was about to lose her temper. She looked in the mirror at the person standing behind her and combed her hair.

He gave her a stern look at the action of combing her hair. Compared with the sophisticated maids around her, he couldn't tell who was superior.

After combing her hair, the maid presented a pear soup that moistened her throat.

Jiang Lao drank half of a bowl, and his dumb voice became clear, and it was not so difficult to speak.

She negotiated and said to Rong Ming, who was sitting on the opposite side of her, "In the future, we can't do this anymore."

Rong Chen seemed to not understand, and asked, "Can't what?"

Jiang Lao: "..."

"No white/day/xuan/prostitution." She expected him to make it through, but he was ignorant of the ignorance. Jiang Lao gritted his teeth and said word by word, and his ears became a little red as he spoke.

Looking at Jiang Lao's words seriously, Rong Lu nodded his head with a smile on his lips with some shiny pink on the tips of his ears.

Seeing that he was actually smiling, Jiang Lao was very uneasy, frowned slightly, and asked, "Remember?"

She didn't feel relieved until she heard Rong Ming's assurance in person.

Jiang Lao has been groggy all day long. She woke up too late. Not long after waking up, she fell into the night in a blink of an eye.

It got dark, and the light was swallowed by the darkness.

After sleeping for a long time in the day, Jiang Lao was not very sleepy at night. Looking at the jar of wine on the table in the room, a subtle weird sensation suddenly appeared in his heart.

She felt that while she was taking advantage of her slight drunkenness, she couldn't resist the temptation of his scourge-like color, and she was not qualitative enough, but she felt that she was firmly in control of what she wanted to do.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't force her to drink, nor did he force her to do those shy things, obviously he gave her the right to make choices.

Jiang Lao suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

After all, she was already married. She was willing to do this, but there was nothing wrong with it except that she was so tired. especially……

The first time she took the initiative, and later indulged him... She couldn't take up all the advantages by herself, and settle accounts afterwards.

Jiang Lao solved her own fate, and she didn't want to see this altar again, which made her think about a lot of wine.

She dug up the wine from under the plum tree. She wanted to seal it back under the plum tree. Let Ming Shao take a **** and go with her to bury the wine under the plum tree. She couldn't help thinking, if only she could come here every year in the future.

It's a pity that she has never dreamed of who the Emperor Zhaowu finally passed the position to, but regardless of whether she had dreamed it or not, the days have changed to take one step at a time and move forward slowly. She wants to do her best to protect what she wants to protect.

...

Little half a month passed by in the blink of an eye. Not long after leaving Xingzhuang, the two sisters Hu Li and Hu Tang came to the Prince of Qi Mansion to look for Jiang Lao. Hu Tang held Jiang Lao’s hand as if she saw Jiang Lao the first time. Looking up and down, looking left and right, Jiang Lao was a little embarrassed, and he called out "Tang'er" softly.

Hu Tang is accustomed to faceless and skinless appearance. She had never seen Mrs. Jiang Lao combing her hair bun before. When I saw you now, I only found it fresh, and said with a smile, "You look so good now."

Hu Li said on the side: "If you are greedy for someone else to marry, you should agree to the marriage that your mother finds for you."

It's been a year since Hu Li got married, and Hu Tang's marriage still hasn't settled. Not only did Mrs. Hu worry about it, even Hu Li started to worry about it.

Hu Tang curled his lips, covered his ears and did not like to listen, "The son of Zhang family, I didn’t marry him. He had a concubine beside him. I was afraid that I would be outraged just a few days after I got married. Hit people."

"If you say this, no concubine in Jinling can marry, you really won't be able to find a wishful man."

Hu Tang hummed twice, turned his head to ignore Hu Li, and moved to Jiang Lao's side.

Hu Li took Jiang Lao's hand, and generally pulled Jiang Lao to her side with anger, and said a joke to Jiang Lao, "Don't mix with this **** every year, you will be ruined by her sooner or later."

Hu Li lowered her eyes at this time and glanced at Jiang Lao's wrist. Originally, she laughed at her sister, but suddenly became surprised.

She took advantage of the trend and pressed down Jiang Lao's sleeves, and looked at the red marks on the snow-white wrist. Hu Li had already married someone. She knew what the red marks were all about at a glance, and her face was a little red. , Quietly pulled Jiang Lao close to her ears, and whispered softly: "You...I have some good jade ointment, can I get a maid to bring it for you?"

Jiang Lao embarrassedly pulled up his sleeves, blushing and said, "It took medicine."

It’s easy to leave marks on her skin. At that time, Rong Chen liked to hold her wrist the most. Today, she was careless. She wore a snow-colored skirt with wide sleeves. She failed to close her wrist tightly. Hu Li saw the red mark on her wrist.

Thinking that Hu Li might have seen something, Jiang Laohuan was too ashamed to find a place to bury himself.

"Did you take medicine?" Hu Li exclaimed, "His Royal Highness looks like a gentleman, why is it so insignificant?"

The circle of crimson pressing on Jiang Lao's wrist was particularly obvious. Although Jiang Lao didn't feel pain, people would only feel shocked if they didn't know how she felt.

Hu Li felt sorry for Jiang Lao, frowned, and couldn't suppress the volume of the voice for a while. Her tone was a bit heavy. Jiang Lao subconsciously wanted to refute, but after a pause, she couldn't say a word of refutation.

It does seem to be gentle, and it does not matter whether it is serious or not.

She was also a little curious in her heart. It was the men who came to the bed and they looked like this, but instead, it was just like this for Rong Chao...

Otherwise, he was very obedient and obedient to her all day long, so why would he change his face at night?