I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

What she was thinking at that time, she didn't say a word at the moment.

The past is like the wind, and the mood has changed long ago.

She is also a master who doesn't like to remember things in her heart, and she doesn't like to promote those things that she has thought about but failed to do. She only regards the things about the soul-attracting lamp that she has seen from the Baole ceremony as a joke. Say it to Rong Chen to understand.

Inspiring the soul lamp, Rong Ming said these three words silently in his heart.

There was an inexplicable melancholy in my heart.

I have never read the Baole Grand Ceremony, but I am familiar with these three words.

He looked at her in front of him, only to feel a chill rushing to the limbs, and his voice was a little dumb, "It may not be fake."

He looked at the person in front of him, stretched out his hand, gently grasped her hand, and held it heavily on the palm of his hand.

The small hands, the five fingers of green onions, are straight and white, and they fit in his hand. The warm heat in the palm of the hand makes his heart burn, and the anxiety in his heart dissipates.

...

In the autumn, Rong Ming became busy visibly.

Xu Guozhang was charged with helping the 17th prince to escape. On the day that the 17th prince left Beijing, he was controlled by the guards of the imperial army who listened to Rong Ming's orders.

Being in jail, he lost his ability to fight Rong Chen. The whereabouts of the two hundred dead men he had kept in captivity were revealed, along with the old story of Rong Chen being shot and injured when he encountered an assassin on the hunting ground.

Accepting bribes and secretly forming parties were also turned out.

Emperor Zhaowu made an order to confiscate his home.

Emperor Wu benevolent and left 10,000 taels in his capital for support, and all the other treasures and goods were put into the national treasury.

The Xu family fell completely.

Officials in the courtroom associated with the Xu family were all implicated.

Gradually, he also understood Rong Chen's style.

It looks expensive and gentle, but in his bones he is tortuous and dangerous, knowing that there is only a way to weigh.

Those methods he used were very good, and they made people look for mistakes. They didn't attract the slightest criticism, and they couldn't even be said to be unassuming.

Let's look at the fate of the Xu family... this kind of slaying style is obviously also regarded as evil and vicious.

In the twenty-seventh year of Emperor Zhaowu’s reign, he had been ill for a whole year. When his condition was good, he would meet courtiers face to face at the meeting, but for at least half a month in a month, he had to rest in the palace. He was only diligent, and during the year he was ill, he showed up very few days.

When he didn't show up, his young nine sons took care of almost all the big and small things in Chaozhong.

There has always been more than one force in North Korea, and there are submissive and chasing soldiers.

There were rebels, and Emperor Zhaowu had many heirs. Except for Rong Yuan, there were others who were also coveting the throne.

Jiang Lao stayed away from the court, and was treacherous in the middle, far away from her. Although she had the heart to help Rong Ming to take care of the ladies of the officials, he rarely asked her to go out to socialize.

Jiang Lao originally didn't like those occasions where she was on the surface, but each had an abacus in his heart. Rong Chao didn't need her. She knew in her heart that she would be the icing on the cake, and that it would not affect the overall situation. She was also happy and relaxed. On what I like.

Those shops by the Qinhuai River that she managed were given to Jiang Lao by Jiang Xingzhou as a dowry.

The gold and silver bills in Jiang Lao’s dowry were enough for her to spend a few lifetimes, but money is not too much. Jiang Lao has taken care of the shops, and when he has time, he often thinks about it, and then buy a few more. In the shop, hired to take care of it.

Said that he would not go to the circle of the wife of the Jinling family to socialize, and that he should actually manage a good place, Jiang Lao never left.

If you have relationships with people you don’t know well enough, just a single word of goodness will give you enough benefits, and you will be more friendly on the surface. Jiang Lao knows this truth well. Which wife has her birthday, and which wife gets a son, and the gift is never ostentatious. Although she is not short of silver, she uses a lot of silver. When she dials the abacus, Rong Lu is lazy. Yang Yang leaned against the window to read official documents.

He never deliberately avoided Jiang Lao when he read the official documents. Instead, he set up a small table for Jiang Lao in the study, and Jiang Lao settled the accounts on that small table.

Jiang Lao never said anything, but Rong Ming was tired of reading the official document, and he would raise his eyes to look at her. The more she concentrated, the more he wanted to make trouble. After eating the jealousy of the account book twice, he felt unreasonable to make trouble, but instead He would call out Jiang Lao's small print and let her take a look at him.

Jiang Lao is the one who is terribly obedient by nature. Hearing his call, he immediately raised his eyes from a few cases, followed him with his eyes, holding the accounts in his hand, and putting his other hand on the abacus, and just calculated it. A number, afraid that it will be forgotten in a while, was talking about the number, put down the account book, and searched for the Zhubi, wanting to write down the number first, and his movements were frantic.

When she was dizzy after the calculations, she had the habit of stopping and rubbing her forehead, and even the thin strands of fetal hair around her hairline would be rubbed up, looking dazed and ignorant.

Rong Chen made a mess, and he didn't feel ashamed. He gave birth to a beautiful face. He didn’t have any sense of disobedience when acting like a coquettish girl. He was wicked but never dying. He wouldn’t feel guilty no matter what he did. The only thing he was afraid of was that Jiang Lao revealed his nature and caused disgust and harassment. After Jiang Lao settled the accounts, she would steal her account books at night and check it from beginning to end.

If it is because of his interruption that something is wrong, the little girl may have a little bit of resentment in her heart.

Even if it is secretly, even if it is a little, as long as it is resentment towards him, it will not work at all.

He wants her to trust and rely wholeheartedly.

At the end of November, when Mrs. Hu saw that Hutang's oil and salt were not coming in, she finally gave up the idea of ​​showing her daughter to see her marriage, and promised Hu Tang to take her to northern Xinjiang to find the general Hu who was stationed in the frontier.

Although Jiang Lao was a little bit reluctant, he didn't want to stop Hu Tang from running to the northern border that she was thinking about because of her. He didn't say a word to stop him, so he took a lot of effort and thought about what he wanted to send Hu Tang.

Unlike other girls, Hu Tang didn't like rouge gouache, and she couldn't think of anything to give, so she simply gave her a stack of silver tickets.

She has a lot of experience on the road. As the saying goes, if you are a poor family, you have a rich road, you must be entangled when you go out.

However, although the entanglement is thick, you must beware of bandits. You can't expose your wealth. You can't take a box of gold and silver treasures to sway the market, and clearly write "Come and grab me" on his face. On the road, there is a humiliated face, low-key is better, with a bank note that is easy to hide next to the body, and is not noticed.

Seeing that the eyes of money are open, Hu Tang is no exception. She accepted the bank note Jiang Ruosi gave her. She was unceremonious and smiled so hard that she would be back in the next few years.

Jiang Lao thought, if Hu Tang finds a good husband in northern Xinjiang, he can't come back. Listening to Hu Tang and her mentioning the men in Jinling, those gentle, handsome and well-mannered were always mocked by her. There might be something she likes in the military camp in Northern Xinjiang.

The weather is getting colder day by day.

The snow fell late this year, the winter solstice and the small cold seasons have passed, and the first snow has not come.

After the twelfth lunar month came, it was warm for a few days before the first snow fell.

Like compensation for the entire winter, the snow came violently. After only half a day, Jinling City was embellished with silver, and there was a glorious scene of heavy winter snow.

According to the old rule, Jiang Lao asked the maid to set up a stall in front of the palace gate after the Laba Festival to serve porridge. When she was free, she would look at the stall.

This year's harvest was good, and there were not many people who came back to fetch the porridge and rice. Jiang Lao had prepared three hundred dan of grains. He wanted to send it out in one day, but he didn’t expect it to be set for two days to exchange the remaining 100 dan.

I planned to go to the grain shop to get it if I didn’t have enough, but now I changed the surplus, and had already decided what to donate. Jiang Lao didn’t want to keep it anymore. Looking at the sky at dusk, he asked Ming Shao to come over and say a few words. , Asked her to take care of the grain and send it to Sanqing Temple.

At this moment, a few more people came, and Jiang Lao said to Ming Shao: "Wait, wait until there is no one on the street before sending it."

Ming Shao nodded, "The slave and maidservant will give them porridge first."

Jiang Lao followed Ming Shao, and went to hold hands, but his eyes were attracted by one of the team members.

It was a girl standing in the crowd taking porridge.

The hair is long, hanging behind her, being blown messy by the wind, draped on both sides, wearing a hat that covers half of her face, her head is low, as if she doesn’t want to be seen clearly. .

Jiang Lao guessed in his heart that the other party might be ruined, and he was ashamed to see people, afraid of offending, so he moved his eyes away and stopped staring at that person's face.

When it was the girl's turn that was almost in front of her eyes, Jiang Lao's hand that gave her the grain bag shrank back a bit.

look familiar.

Not so familiar to her with joy, this appearance seemed to be associated with the person she remembered that she was wary and disgusted.

Osmanthus fragrance.

Jiang Lao smelled the osmanthus balm in the air, and the familiarity became clearer.

When her father had an accident, the fragrant magnolia flowers on the maid who bumped into her were all on her body.

She is willing to give charity outside, but she doesn't want to be bullied without knowing it. After the family turned from danger to safety, following the clues of the magnolia anointing, she wanted to find out which maid who knocked her down.

Knowing that Chen Que framed her father, she randomly checked Shen Xianying.

The owner of the Jingzhong Spice Store said that the second girl Shen is most obsessed with spices. New products are bought in the store. She definitely cannot be missing her, or she will come to question her.

Magnolia incense was a spice style from the past few years, and that year was not fashionable enough, and she might send it to her servants casually.

After Jiang Lao heard the news from the innkeeper, he did not continue to check others.

After all, the person who framed her father was Chen Que, and she was almost sure in her heart. It was the maid of the Shen family who knocked her down.

The north wind caught the snow, and the sound of the wind made people's faces cold.

Standing in front of the chopping board filled with grain bags, Jiang Lao looked at the lower half of the face exposed under the brim of the other party's hat, which was imprinted with the Shen Xiuying in her memory, and his whole body was cold.

Miss Shen, hasn't she been burned to death by the fire?

Jiang Lao became frightened, and the grain bag he was going to hand out fell out with a "pop".