I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Chapter 84

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After leaving the office, Pei Songyu returned to his mansion, changed into Yunyan's official uniform, took off his official hat, and changed into plain plain clothes, carefully arranged the front of his clothes, tidied up everything, and looked in the mirror I was about to go out to Ning'an Bo's mansion when the servant knocked on the door, "Lord Pei."

The servant came in, bowed and said, "My lord, His Highness Ninth Prince has sent a message, saying that you will go back to the academy to look for him later."

Pei Songyu glanced at the sky outside, the twilight was slowly falling, and the shadows of the clouds darkened layer by layer, he was a little surprised, "It's so late..."

"Say it's something urgent."

Pei Songyu raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It was such a coincidence that everything came together.

He said: "Go back to the academy first and see what's up, sir."

The servant prepared a carriage for him to go out, and when he was driving through Suzaku Avenue, he passed another carriage that was going in the opposite direction.

The person in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked out, and quickly lowered the curtain. The shadows enveloped the carriage again, and the face of the man who seemed to be sneering was gloomy and dripping.

"Master Pei just passed by, what is the girl looking at?"

The little maid on one side asked.

Shen Xiuying fiddled with the jade ruyi that was going to be given to Empress Jiahe when she went to the palace banquet, and said casually: "I just figured out a few things."

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In the fifth year after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, he left the capital and went south in microservices for several months.

She was a well-known actress at that time, and there were many big figures in the court by her side. The way to hear the news is wider than that of others, and I asked some words from them.

The new emperor went south in micro-clothes in order to catch back a runaway maidservant.

The person who helped the maid escape was Pei Songyu, who was demoted and exiled after the maid was captured.

At that time, she didn't know that the little maid beside Rong Ting was Jiang Rao, so she took it as a royal secret of a courtier deceiving the emperor.

Mr. Pei has been honest, upright and intelligent for many years, but he never thought that one day he would be so courageous as to rob the emperor for a woman, which is amazing.

In this life, she has paid more attention to the Jiang family. Looking at this matter again, she feels that it may not be a robbery, but a recapture.

Fourth Master Jiang and Pei Songyu got so close, if nothing happened to Uncle Ning'an's mansion, the one who almost got engaged to Jiang Rao in the end, wouldn't it be Pei Songyu

She wanted to see how Rong Ting was just a cripple with no power and power, how he could compete with Pei Song who was a fifth-rank Shaoqing at a young age and a recognized model of a gentleman in Jinling.

Pei Songyu's servant was making suggestions for Pei Songyu, "My lord, why don't we go to Ning Anbo's mansion to have a banquet first, and then go to His Highness Ninth Prince, just have a meal, it won't take much time."

Pei Songyu leaned against the car wall, thought for a while, but said: "Go to the academy first, and see what's going on with His Highness the Ninth Prince."

"My lord can't see Si Ye's thoughts, right?" Seeing Pei Songyu's unhurried treatment of Ning'anbo's affairs, the little servant hesitated to speak, but finally said, "Your lord, to this day, still cares about Jiang Si's affairs." Is the girl unintentional?"

The wind outside was blowing the curtains on the crown of the carriage, and the wind was rattling.

Pei Songyu did not answer, but he did not immediately refute as he did at the beginning, saying that Jiang Rao was just the daughter of his benefactor, his ears turned a little red, and he abruptly changed the topic, "Tell the coachman to hurry up and get to Bailu as soon as possible." Academy."

But what Pei Songyu didn't expect was that he couldn't leave after entering Bailu Academy today.

"After the review of the last class test came out, the master asked me to sort out the articles written by the brothers during the class test. I... accidentally lost the article of the brother. The article was supposed to be read in tomorrow's class, brother, I was wrong."

His youngest junior lowered his head, showing timidity and fear.

Sure enough, he was young, so he panicked over a trivial matter.

Pei Songyu sighed, but couldn't say anything to blame.

Their fellow disciples were a little bit repulsed by the youngest fellow at first.

Among the dozen or so princes, the Ninth Prince didn't have much sense of existence at first. There were only occasional rumors that he was cruel by nature, surly and unruly, and some even said that he was attacked by assassins as God's retribution for him. Therefore, when he first entered the academy, most people kept him at a respectful distance.

Later, Xie Tongyan and Liu Heguang took the lead in pushing him out, and those who didn't want to cause trouble continued to alienate Rong Ting.

But then things turned upside down.

After shooting at the hunting ground, Xie Tongyan and Liu Heguang were resigned; as for the rumored Rong Ting's cruel and surly nature, no one has ever seen him in this little junior. The incident in Nanzhang, on the contrary, made people see his benevolence and compassion.

To this day, when the seniors in the master's sect treat this little junior, they will unconsciously connive with a sense of compensation.

Even Yu Yinxue, who couldn't get used to seeing Rong Ting at the beginning, didn't know when his relationship with Rong Ting became better, especially in those days when Jiang Siye's adopted son was still there, he often saw He went to look for Rong Ting.

Now in the academy, he is probably the only one who can be liked by Mr. Yan and not arouse the jealousy and resentment of fellow seniors.

"Brother, what should we do about the loss of the article?" Rong Ting's words pulled him back from his thoughts, he looked anxious and frowned, "I know this is my fault, I will look for it in a while Sir, please punish me. I will accept whatever punishment sir should punish me. It’s just... I want to ask my brother to do me a favor.”

"But it doesn't matter."

"I don't want to delay the circulation in tomorrow's class. Brother, do you still remember the general content of the article? If you can redo an article, you won't delay Mr. Yan's class."

"But I still have to go to the banquet..."

"It's not yet Shen Shi." The young man raised his eyes and begged, "Brother, I'll hold you up for a while."

Pei Songyu calculated the time in his mind, and there was indeed still time, and then he looked at Rong Ting sitting in the wheelchair. The smell of medicine and sickness on his body reminded others all the time that he was a weak patient, and he The face is still pretty, and I heard that before the legs were crippled, he was a good kungfu, but unfortunately...it is really hard for people to say no, Pei Songyu nodded.

Rong Ting's eyes instantly turned like a moon, he laughed and said, "Thank you, senior brother."

Entering the school, laying paper, laying ink, grinding, until I finally started to write, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

Pei Songyu only roughly remembered his articles, but he began to forget some details, and he couldn't speak fluently at first, and his servant always reminded him of the time behind him to distract him.

Holding the vermilion pen in his hand, Rong Ting said while writing: "Brother, let your servant go out and wait first, so that no one is distracted by talking, maybe it can be faster."

Pei Songyu agreed with what he said, and pushed the boy back. This time, it was much smoother, but he forgot the time, until there was a knock on the door, and his accompanying boy said, "My lord, we should go to Ning'anbo Mansion It’s gone there, if you don’t go there, it’s too late.”

He looked at Rong Ting, he was writing very anxiously, the kind of anxiousness to try to make up for something he did wrong, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, urged by the knocking on the door outside, the more he was in a hurry, the more likely he was to make mistakes. He said a few words, which made people feel anxious for him.

Pei Songyu sighed again in his heart, and thought about it again, and it turned out that he was young and couldn't hold his breath.

He said: "Don't worry, I'll leave after I finish talking."

The boy tilted his head to look at him, with a bright smile, "Thank you, brother."

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Seeing Rong Ting finished writing the last word, Pei Songyu got up and walked out, but was stopped by Rong Ting again, "Senior brother."

It was getting dark outside already.

Pei Songyu was also a little impatient, and frowned, "What else?"

"Brother's article, there are a few... I don't think it's appropriate."

Pei Songyu's attention was attracted, "Where?"

Rong Ting pointed to a part of the paper, "Would it be better to change a word here?"

Pointing to the end of the article again, "And this..."

But he stopped suddenly.

Pei Songyu came from a poor family, and his fame was written with a pen, so he paid special attention to the articles. Because of Rong Ting's guidance, he realized something, and felt that his words did make sense. He forgot other things for a while, and became more curious about the latter part. What is it, and asked: "Where else?"

Seeing that he was not in a hurry to leave at all, Rong Ting's slightly tense fingers loosened, and a smile slowly crept into his eyes.

He can stop here, so there is no need to arrange for people to block him on the road.

outside.

Pei Songyu's servant stomped his feet anxiously.

Huai Qing is already a well-informed Huai Qing, leaning against the door, he was not in a hurry, looked at the anxious servant next to him, and sincerely suggested, "If you really want to help your master, why don't you go to Ning'anbo immediately?" The mansion said that your master has something to do and can't leave, so I apologized earlier, lest people have been waiting."

He learned from this servant that Pei Songyu was going to Jiang's residence for a banquet, and he understood why His Highness Jiu sent Wu Que to invite Pei Songyu to the academy on the pretext of something important.

something else-

The matter of disturbing Huang Pei Songyu's going to Ning'an Bo's mansion for a banquet is indeed an important matter.

Mr. Pei must not be able to leave.

When Pei Songyu realized the time again, it was indeed too late, so he had to order the servant to go to Ning'an Bo's mansion to make an apology and visit another day.

Rong Ting blamed himself: "It's my fault that I lost the senior brother's article, so I delayed the senior brother's business."

Pei Songyu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but Rong Ting just pointed out some valuable points, and he thanked him a little, the two emotions offset for a moment, and his face was calm, "It's okay, fourth master is generous and will understand. "

Rong Ting never remembered that Fourth Master Jiang had been so generous to him, he lowered his eyes and said, "Brother, remember to apologize to Fourth Master."

He looked very considerate of Pei Songyu, with a sincere expression on his pretty face, "I was the one who delayed senior brother's affairs, so I should help senior brother solve problems. I heard that fourth master likes to drink tea. I happen to have a can of good Dahongpao here, senior brother." Why don't you take this tea and give it to Fourth Master."

Pei Songyu took the tea box that Rong Ting handed him, and was a little surprised when he was moved. After all, he had never heard of Jiang Siye's love of tea.

Pei Songyu didn't come to the banquet, Jiang Siye frowned.

Jiang Qinshi asked him uneasily, "Is it really possible for these two children to succeed?"

Jiang Siye has done some research recently, and he is more and more satisfied with Pei Songyu.

After careful observation for so long, he finally had an 8/90% certainty that Pei Songyu's character was no different from the rumors. Very worry-free.

But no matter how good Pei Songyu is, if he doesn't care about his daughter, it's useless.

Like today, I promised to go to the banquet but failed to come, which seems a bit careless.

Fourth Master Jiang's eyes were tangled.

On the second day, when I received the tea from Pei Songyu with an apology, I couldn't laugh or cry.

I don't know whether to say that he is caring or not.

Fourth Master Jiang loves wine but not tea.

Ever since he took his first sip of wine at the age of thirteen, he has been obsessed with the wine country. Over the years, he has gone out and tasted almost all the good wines in the world.

"Knowing that an apology is better than giving nothing at all." He comforted himself, handed over the tea leaves to the young man to put away, and walked back to the courtyard, but he couldn't relax in his heart.

The feeling of being a father is that he can't wait to find the best man in the world to be his daughter's husband.

But his father is only a mortal body, without gods/wisdom eyes. He once claimed to be able to judge people, but he was too scared, too afraid of misjudging people, causing his daughter to be wronged, and he was always hesitating.

Fourth Master Jiang was depressed, and walked back to his yard, only to see a small jar of wine on the bench in the house.

He is an old wine worm, he can tell that it is good wine by smelling it, he opened the lid of the altar, took two sips, and his heart immediately felt much better.

Tasting the wine, he asked the servant, "Who brought this wine?"

Jiang Siye thought it was his wife or daughter.

But a fleshy little hand was raised from under the window, "It's me."

Jiang Jinxing poked his head out and said loudly, "This is the wine His Highness Ninth Prince entrusted me to give to Daddy."

Jiang Siye took a sip of the wine into his throat and was drinking happily.

Hearing Jiang Jinxing's words, he spit it all out immediately, choking and coughing, his old face turned red.