I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

She couldn't see where he was, so she had to go back to the house and wait.

Rong Ming came back with a tub of hot water carrying a tub, and the little girl who was sitting on the edge of the bed shuddered when she opened the door. His eyes were too sharp, even if she wiped her face quickly, he changed it. I can see the tears she shed.

Jiang Lao didn't cry when he was outside, nor did he cry when there were people around him. She was the only one left in the room, and she cried without realizing it.

Seeing him back, he hurriedly erased it.

Rong Ming remained calm.

She wiped away the tears on her face just because she didn't want him to see it, so he pretended not to know, and walked over to pour the hot water.

Jiang Lao watched him walk in with his long legs, and opened his mouth angrily, "Your legs..."

Rong Ming froze for a moment.

…

Jiang Lao saw something from his stiff figure, she frowned, "Are you having any difficulties?"

"Then I won't ask." She was tired and tired today, and her voice was very mute, she could only say softly in the smallest voice, "It's fine." Her thoughts can also be less.

She didn't even have the energy to remember the dream that Yiqian had dreamed that his leg injury was healed, and she muttered again, "It's all right."

Rong's vision is complicated.

The disposition of the little girl is too soft and too good.

He was so behaved that he felt he was guilty.

Her temperament was so white that she seemed to want to defile him like a villain.

Jiang Lao kept turning his head to look at the moon outside, "Early tomorrow morning, can you send me home?"

She wished to blink again, the sky outside would be bright, and the sound of the morning drum would be beaten, and she would be able to go out and think of a solution.

But she was a little afraid of the arrival of tomorrow.

I can't wait for time to stop here.

Rong Zhen squinted his eyes slightly. He was dissatisfied with her putting her mind on things other than him. He felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, but he said "OK" softly.

"You sleep here tonight, and I sleep in the study." He put a tub of half-filled hot water at her feet, and the scorching heat slowly rose, "Wash your feet."

Jiang Lao gave him a surprised look.

Rong Ming's hand had already grabbed her ankle and was about to take off her embroidered shoes, which made Jiang Lao shrink back in fright.

Even though she was a little unruly, she showed the skin of her ankle to a man, but it was a little beyond her acceptable range.

"Look." He didn't let go. "You don't want me again."

Jiang Lao took a breath. this

What is the truth? Why doesn't want to be seen by his ankle have something to do with not wanting him?

"The marriage will be settled sooner or later. This is not an unruly thing." He looked at her with a little bit of anger but not daring to be angry, with a slightly aggrieved expression, "It's just that you don't think so, only I think. You change I think there will be problems with the marriage and want to throw me away at any time."

The tone is clearly low, but there are sighs and annoyances in the ending, which sounds like acting like a baby.

The thoughts in the subconscious were broken by him, and Jiang Lao lowered his head.

"There is no one else here." His fingers grasped her feet, which had been retracted into the bed. He didn't mean to loosen it at all. He didn't even give her a chance to come by herself. "Only I can see."

Pressing on his ankles with neither light nor heavy force, Jiang Lao's body gradually relaxed a lot, completely failing to notice the implied dominance in his words.

He said this to anyone who values ​​fame more than her, and she seems to have nothing else to say. After all, she is already a person who has been forced to the road of absolutes. The etiquette and chaste are indeed things that can't save her family.

Then go to the **** for her, she prodded her feet weakly and obediently.

Rong Chen received the hint of her action, took off her embroidered shoes and socks, and soaked her feet in the water.

In fact, he didn't take her promise or not to heart.

She promised the best, and if she didn't promise, he wouldn't let go.

In the end, he couldn't escape anyway.

Otherwise, both of her embroidered shoes are already wet, so she will look cold again when she wears them.

The embroidered shoes placed next to the wooden basin are wet inside and outside, stained with snow and mud.

The soles of the embroidered shoes were thin and soaked.

These shoes are for the pampered eldest lady, they are not suitable for walking. The soles are soft and thin, and they can be soaked in snow after walking two or three miles in the snow.

Jiang Lao was tied into the wooden barrel by his feet, and slowly regained consciousness. The left ankle bone, which was originally slender and white as jade, was now swollen and tall, purple and red, and was exposed on the water.

She was a little worried about whether she would be able to walk tomorrow. Rong Jian squatted in front of her, looking down, her eyes changed immediately, raising her eyes and asking her, "Just now, who was the one who hit you on the street?"

His voice is very cold.

If someone hadn't hit it with his foot, and fell on a flat road, the ankle would not be injured to this degree.

"It's a maid." Jiang Lao recalled for a moment. She was in a hurry at the time and couldn't even see what the person who hit her looked like.

"I don't know who's the maid, the sky is too dark, I didn't see it clearly." She added.

Rong Ming's thin lips pressed, but he didn't answer.

He suddenly stood up, pressing his palm on the bedboard behind her, and the shadow instantly enveloped Jiang Lao's body.

Jiang Lao's right shoulder sank.

Rong Ming's face was pressed against her, and his forehead was pressed against her right collarbone, deeply buried.

She didn't realize what he meant by the sudden action of arching into her arms like a big dog, he straightened up and frowned in disgust, "You have someone else's smell on you."

Jiang Lao turned his head to the right, bowed his head and smelled it.

She was a little surprised, there was a strange fragrance on her body.

She sniffed the scent on her body carefully again-it was the smell of lilacs.

Beside, Rong Ming said: "You are not using this kind of incense."

"It's the aroma of the maid who hit me." Jiang Lao turned to look at him, and said slowly and dumbly, "I rarely use incense."

There was the fragrance of lilac on her right shoulder, and it was also the right shoulder that the **** the road bumped into her.

The one who can afford aromatherapy is a maid of a big family.

Rong Ming squatted down again, he put his head on her knees, listening to her hoarse voice, a little distressed, he half-upped his face and said to her, "Stop talking."

He tilted his head and said to her again, "Your own smell is very good."

His chin was pressed against her knees, as if he was pressing the weight of his head, but Jiang Lao didn't feel the weight, but because of his closeness, the feeling of stability in his heart was clustered.

Begging all day, no one was willing to help her.

She can figure out what they are worried about. Some take care of their families and some take care of their future, each with their own pursuits and responsibilities.

She is neither complaining nor annoyed.

Just sad and desperate.

When she was walking on the road in the dark, she kept thinking, if only one person could stand beside her, just one person.

There is such a person in front of her right now.

It's really good.

After washing her feet, she was fed a bowl of medicine to cure her injuries, then she was wrapped in a quilt and placed on the side of the couch like a triangular rice dumpling.

There was the smell of medicine from him on the quilt, she shrank her head, her eyelids were a little heavy when she smelled it, she glanced suspiciously at the medicine bowl, and pulled Rong Chen before she fell asleep, "Remember to give orders. It’s even louder tomorrow, and if I’m not awake, someone will call me up."

She didn't want to be a tortoise that overslept and waited to die.

Rong Chen agreed to her, and she closed her eyes, not forgetting to say thanks to him, her soft voice was very well-behaved.

Outside the window

After a round of bright moon, Rong Lu watched her fall asleep, his palm was close to pull the quilt on her, and he didn't lift it for a long while.

It's this kind of time to change to be so behaved.

He traced her eyes, got up and walked out of the room with the medicine bowl mixed with sleep aids to make people sleep well.

Huaiqing held the lantern and waited under the eaves of the corridor, and saw Rong Ming walking slowly toward him. He stood up tremblingly, bowing his head, not daring to look at Rong Ming.

Rong Ming's steps are calm and unhurried, his foundation in martial arts is solid, and his footsteps are as soft as not.

Huaiqing looked at the shadow coming towards him on the ground, and the hand holding the lantern tightened tightly.

Anyone with a brain can know that His Highness Nine will definitely not get better in a day.

But even a person like him who waited close to him didn't notice anything wrong.

Not at all.

"Wu Que invited Master Liao back, and he is in the front hall." Huai Qing reported the truth.

Rong Ming handed him the medicine bowl in his hand, and said, "Tell Wu Que to take Master Liao to the guest room."

…

When Liao Qiubai was escorted into the guest room by the black magpie, Rong Zhen was wiping a long sword with a rough Ge towel.

He stood his sword by the candlelight, raised his finger and tapped twice, and the long sword rang twice, and the cold light was like water, covering half of his face.

Hearing Liao Qiubai's movement, he smiled and looked up, "Master Liao is here?"

Liao Qiubai was almost frightened back by the cold Jianmang.

Although the eyes that looked at him were smiling and even clean and thorough, Liao Qiubai felt like a needle had fallen on his body. He trembled inexplicably and couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

He gave a dry smile and bowed to Rong Chen, "Here."

Speak well if you have something to say, what kind of sword to wipe.

After looking twice more, he took a seat on the seat furthest away from Rong Lu, bowed his head for a while, and suddenly said: "If your Royal Highness Nine can stand up, the next official will be tight-lipped."

He thinks he is not stupid.

After riding his horse, Rong Chen didn't forget to ask someone to take him to his mansion, with a sword in his hand. Isn't that suggesting this to him?

He is probably the first person in the Ministry of Industry to know that his disability is a fake.

It may even be the only one.

Thinking of the weakness and sickness shown to them by the Rong Ming he saw during the past year, and the lonely and pitiful expression on his face when he was ridiculed as being disabled, all his actions were extremely real and natural.

It's too much like a really disabled person...

Liao Qiubai was cold and shook his arms, but at the same time there was more thought in his eyes.

Rong Ming laughed and put his sword aside, "Master Liao is a wise man."

"It's just that Master Liao has this heart. Master Liao doesn't need to be tight-lipped about my leg injury. Even if the night is dark, I am afraid that someone has seen it, and may not be able to continue to hide."

Liao Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief, "Since this is the case, why did His Highness Nine invite me to your house?"

"Master Liao lent me a horse, so thank you very much."

Liao Qiubai: "..."

Bring a sword to thank him? Is there such a way of thanking you?

He looked at Rong Ming again. The young man sat upright with a good smile. He was a little bit unable to tell. The person in front of him was deeply scheming, or he didn't understand the world.

Rong Chen didn't finish his words. He didn't rush and got up and added a cup of tea to Liao Qiubai, "I have few capable people and noble staff in my mansion."

Liao Qiu's white eyebrows closed and loosened in a flash. He touched his head, and refused with a silly smile, "I am used to being leisurely and sloppy. I have no ambitions, capable men and sages, this... I am not. Nine Highness, you look high. I am."

Rong Ming said quietly: "Your auntie's elder brother is already in the second grade, can Master Liao really swallow this breath and don't want to make meritorious deeds?"

In a day's work, Jiang Xingzhou's affairs have reached a point where it is almost irreversible. Regardless of whether the painting is true or false, it must have been intentional. He has arranged for spies to find out the news in Jinling City. But in the city, the governor was too slow to say, and the news he got was messy, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false.

He had never thought about the staff in such a hurry, but if it were not for the lack of staff in the officialdom today, he would not have known it so late.

Liao Qiubai has seen that painting, this person is useful.

Liao Qiubai's face changed, and her eyes sharpened, "My eldest brother and I are both descendants of the Liao family. It is the glory of our Liao family that he can be the second-rank official. How can I not swallow this breath?"

"Big Brother Guangzong Yaozu, I am a sloppy alive, there is nothing wrong with it." He kept his eyes away from Rong Wei's inquisitive gaze.

Rong Ming said: "If you really don't want to, why do you have to wait until the sound of the drums at the Ministry of Engineering before you go back? You are sloppy alive, but you are scrupulous. The biological mother will be bullied by the mistress."

Liao Qiubai squeezed his fists tightly.

He was stabbed in the pain in the same way.

The birth of Shuchu tied his feet with his weak biological mother.

His father wished that he was not born, and even if he was only interested in his elder brother, he could only pretend to be a waste.

But he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, he wanted to climb higher.

Three princes

The four princes were replaced by seventeen princes. He has been watching which prince will become the prince in the future, but before today, he has never paid attention to Rong Ming.

In his eyes, Rong Ming became disabled at the age of thirteen and lived better than him.

However, a few words from him today let him know that the person in front of him is not kind.

He had never mentioned anything to anyone before, but he knew everything about it.

The fox's tail is so deep.

However, if there is no such scheming and city government, it is not that he wants to play for the only person.

This is not a trivial matter. He dared not act rashly and did not immediately agree, "Let me think about it for a few more days."

Rong Chen looked tolerant, and slightly nodded, "Today is late at night, and tomorrow will be the day of rest. It will only be a few days before Lord Liao will be in my house. The adults have been curious about what books I have read, so you can go in and out of me at will. The study room. I'll discuss it again when I handle the matter."

Liao Qiubai was overjoyed to be able to read Rong Chen’s collection. He wondered what Rong Chen said just now, not one night. Knowing that Rong Chen was defensive against him, he said knowingly: "Even if the Nine His Royal Highnesses said that they don’t need to be tight-lipped, they should go down. I know what to say and what not to say. The matter of His Highness Nine's leg injury will not be known from my mouth."

He asked more curiously, "It's so late, what can your Highness do?"

"Ning'an Bo Mansion is my business."

To solve this problem, Jiang Lao will continue to look at him wholeheartedly, and he will be the only one in his eyes.

Rong Ming downplayed, Liao Qiubai's expression was shocked, "The Ning An Bo Mansion is basically a foregone conclusion. Everyone wants to put aside the relationship with Ning An Bo Mansion. You are going against the trend and seeking your own death."

Rong Chen ignored his words.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Liao Qiubai suddenly wanted to see how true he was. He was silent for a while, and said, "If His Royal Highness can settle this matter, I will be your assistant."

"But." He lowered his voice and warned for the last time, "King Jing is a chronic illness of the sage, I am afraid that you will not be able to come back alive if you get caught in this matter."