I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future - Chapter 158

This time Jiang Lao was silent for a long time.

Jiang Jinxing turned his head and glanced at her, saw her face solemn, and said, “You also think I was wrong, right? Although he is similar in shape, but he came from Huaizhou, how could his secret guard show up for us to stay in? Inn?”

Jiang Lao bit his lower lip, and his fingers moved together a few times, but finally he didn’t say what was in his heart.

If so… Does she think she is wrong?

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In the imprisonment, the seventeenth princes made trouble as if they had upset the sky.

Rong Chen looked at him, almost losing all his patience.

Had it not been for Jiang Lao, he hadn’t planned to use those methods that were not accepted by the world, and always abide by the rules, be gentle and slow. Otherwise, when he came back from Huaizhou, he would have bloodbathed the entire palace and killed the people who had suffered him. Lingnan’s military power was in his hands. Even if there was a bit of gambling, he would either die or win. He was never afraid of death. He wants to win again.

Nowadays, I am greedy and follow the rules every step of the way.

At the time of the day, when the day was changed, Rong Chao came out of the imprisonment and entered the palace to meet Emperor Zhaowu.

Emperor Zhaowu hugged him, staying in bed for several days, like a fallen leaf in the autumn. After hearing about the seventeenth prince, he coughed and coughed. Rong Ming ordered the imperial physician to come to Emperor Zhaowu to check his pulse, and said: “Erchen Knowing what the emperor is worried about, the seventeenth brother made a mistake. If the son-chen is interrogated, one side is the brother who grew up together, and the other is the son’s wife. I am afraid that it will be in a dilemma and it will be unfair.”

“It’s just that the child minister can’t make up his mind. This case is handed over to Pei Shaoqing of Dali Temple, or to Lord Qiao, or the emperor to make a decision.”

Emperor Zhaowu coughed for a long time, and finally said, “Qiao Zhi.”

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, his expression was extremely calm, “I understand.”

He waited until he walked out of the Golden Luang Temple and walked into the bright sunshine, before he lowered his eyes, and a dark cloud slowly fell under his eyelids, and said to the subordinates beside him: “Let Master Liao look for Master Qiao.”

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He returned to Sui’an Courtyard at the second hour of the hour, and when it was about to have lunch, he did not see Jiang Lao in the courtyard.

Seeing that he was back, the maid in the yard hurriedly said that Jiang Lao had gone back to Ning’an Bo’s Mansion. Just before Jiang Lao left here, worried that Rong Chen would not be able to see her when he came back for a long time, he specifically told the maid to tell him when Rong Lu returned that she would go back to Ning’an Bo’s Mansion and would not be back during lunch.

Rong Ming lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze hung down, looking at the ground on the soles of his boots.

He didn’t look like the maid who reported the news to him. She looked casual, as if not listening. After the maid had finished speaking, he nodded slightly and was still lazy to raise his eyes, just in an indifferent expression. , Adding a touch of gloom, sitting at the stone table in the yard, his back looked a little lonely.

He remembered what Jiang Lao said last night that the palace is his home.

But once he stepped into the imperial city, everything he could remember was good.

The father was seriously ill and he was very old. He was thinking of his little seventeen in his heart. He said that he wanted to be fair, but he actually followed his words and wanted to give Rong Yuan a fairness.

Even if Queen Jiahe drew a lot of disgust in his heart, he was always partial to his children.

Especially the seventeenth prince who grew up watching every day.

The relationship between Pei Songyu and Qiao Zhi, and Pei Songyu and Ning’an Bo Mansion, if the case is handed over to him, even if Pei Songyu’s reputation for impartiality is outside, it will make people worry that he will favor Ning An Bo Mansion.

Qiao Zhi is much more suitable.

It’s a pity that his father didn’t know that Lord Qiao and Liao Qiubai had been good friends for many years.

He would mention Qiao Zhi in front of him at the same time, in order to completely grasp the life and death of the seventeenth prince in his own hands.

Rong Ming lifted his fingers and slightly supported the position of his temples, his expression looked a little weary.

By the time he had lunch, he had no appetite.

Rong Chen has never been greedy, he even has an instinctive jealousy about all things that taste good. As time goes by, he becomes less and less particular about the cost of eating and wearing. When he has more money in his hand, he has Jinyi. Yushi’s capital, he has more in his bones, he wants to take all the delicacies and feasts in the world as his own. He desperately wants to make up for himself who has suffered too much, but he really waits for the delicacy to be before his eyes. , But he had no thought of moving his chopsticks at all.

Tired, to put it bluntly, is bored, regardless of whether there is rough tea and light rice in front of him or good food and delicacies, he is tired.

Jiang Lao and him are completely opposite. She has a mouthful of eating early, and she is very particular about her meals on weekdays. Although she doesn’t have the ability to enter the kitchen, she knows which dishes are used, what ingredients, and a few spoonfuls of sugar. , Which dish tastes wrong, she tasted it and it came out.

Rong Chen has little appetite, but he is happy to see how Jiang Lao eats.

He is clear about her preferences and tastes, but he always likes to put things she doesn’t like to eat in her bowl. Even if she doesn’t like it, he eats obediently, the bad nature in his heart will be filled for a while.

It’s just that he doesn’t like to engage in such small actions too often. Once or twice, he pretends that he doesn’t know the past, and sooner or later she will notice something.

Thinking of these things, he has no appetite for the table in front of him.

The maid who was just here, asked: “Madame has mentioned, when will she be back?”

The maid shook her head.

Rong Chen asked what she asked, and she answered nothing, she didn’t dare to say anything extra. Rong Chen’s expression was too cold, and she always held her hands on her hands. She looked inaccessible. Compared with the host, the little maid in the palace was more willing to be a girl. Waiting by the host’s side.

For nothing else, Jiang Lao never got angry after he got married, and he was generous in rewards. The maids gathered to chat in private, and everyone liked her a little bit more.

Rong Ming got up and walked out.

When I was walking down the corridor, my footsteps suddenly stopped.

Far away, he saw Jiang Lao.

His little girl.

He stopped, Jiang Lao also saw him.

Her footsteps rose up suddenly and trot towards him.

Rong Ming stretched out his arms and caught her who was trotting over.

His arms were very long, and one opened as if he was about to intercept the entire corridor. Jiang Lao jumped over, rubbed his arms twice with a grin, and raised his smiling face, “Did you eat well?”

She was planning to come back after lunch at Ning’an Bo’s house, but she didn’t know why. When she waited until the dinner table, her left eyelid was jumping vigorously. She was a little uneasy. She ate lunch earlier and came back first.

She dreamed that he was picky and hard to serve in the meal, and no matter how elaborate the meal was placed in front of him, it was easy for him to get angry after picking up a chopstick or two.

Although these words are caring, there are some temptations in it that Jiang Lao didn’t even realize.

Because of a certain judgment in her heart, she began to hold the things she had seen in her dreams, and judged Rong Ming’s likes and dislikes.

Rong Ming nodded. He looked at the deep little Liwor around her lips, and his cold eyebrows curled up.

Because he hadn’t slept all night, his eyes were full of crows, and when his eyelashes blinked slightly, the shadows and crows were mixed, and the color appeared extremely dense.

After Jiang Lao saw the deep blue eyes of his eyes, the smile on his face slowly closed up, raised his fingers, touched his eyes lightly, and asked, “When did you leave last night?”

“You are not awake only when.”

Jiang Lao was a little helpless. He said this, obviously not wanting to tell her the exact time.

He wanted to swallow bitterness alone, and she didn’t ask any more, just as if he hadn’t slept all night last night.

She took him by the hand and walked to Sui’anyuan. She wanted him to sleep for a while and make up for his sleep. On the way back, she asked him, “The Seventeenth Prince, have you taken care of it?”

Rong Lu obediently followed her, and replied quietly: “My father won’t let me intervene. This case will eventually be handed over to Lord Qiao for trial.”

Jiang Lao thinks this is not bad. If this case is really handled by Rong Ming, there may be some people who call him ruthless and unjust, brothers fighting each other, since ancient times, the folks love to chat, and in the end it is certain The more he spreads, the more outrageous, it would be better to let him completely get out of this matter, otherwise, no matter whether he is kind or cruel, people say it is terrible, in the end he won’t be able to win a good reputation.

Jiang Lao glanced, and saw Rong Ming’s look tired, she didn’t seem to be able to see like her, she had nowhere to know why the case was handed over to Qiao Zhi’s hands, just looking at Rong Ming’s expression. , Thought he was not very happy, and asked softly: “Are you worried that Lord Qiao didn’t solve the case well?”

“If the Lord Qiao you mentioned is Lord Qiao Zhiqiao from Dali Temple, you shouldn’t worry about this.” Jiang Lao had a somewhat impression of Qiao’s family, and said, “The one who hurt me and the one who hurt me deserves the crime, and that’s enough. “

She can think about anything, and she can really think about anything.

Rong Ming gritted his teeth slightly, his brows furrowed almost impossible to find.

When she didn’t see her in the mansion, he just wanted to catch people back, and he could see them when he wanted to.

But he also knew that if he wanted to keep her admiration, he couldn’t do that.

My head hurts slightly.

Jiang Lao listened to Rong Ming not speaking for a long time, and glanced up at him again.

The extremely cold and extremely white complexion looks like snow in normal days, but now with the crow green under his eyes, it is even more morbid.

“Are you sick?” Jiang Lao frowned.

Rong Zhen paused, and quickly followed her words, nodded and said, “I’m sick.”

He said in a low tone, and hooked her finger, “I’m sick, you don’t want to go back to Ning’an Bo Mansion in the past few days.”