I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

At the end of winter, Yecheng, a sudden heavy snowfall.

Overnight, the city was blocked by heavy snow, and those who wanted to get into the city couldn't get in, and those who wanted to get out of the city couldn't get out. I got up early and drove away lonely, and a moment of grievances planted in the street.

Because of this heavy snow, Jiang Lao's family stayed here.

In the mansion, a maid was carrying a finely crafted four-ear stew pot and walked to Jiang Lao's yard.

The cup is steaming, and the freshly simmered pigeon soup is simmered.

When she arrived, she reported to the night watch maid: "Master asked me to bring pigeon soup to the girl."

The vigil maid yawned, breathing white gas, "Why is it so early?"

"Yesterday the girl said it was going to snow and wanted to go out of the city. The master didn't believe it. She argued with the girl a few words, which was not pleasant. Unexpectedly, the city was really covered by snow today. The master felt guilty and told the kitchen to stew the pigeon that the girl loves to drink. Tang, I have to make up for the girl."

The master in the maid’s mouth was the fourth master of the Jiang family, Jiang Xingzhou.

Before marriage, he was unruly and unruly, but after marriage he became famous for his family and pet wife. After having a daughter, he became a veritable daughter slave. This kind of fuss about making a little bit of daughter's favor often happens to him, and those servants are accustomed to it, no wonder.

The vigil maid opened the door for her and whispered: "The girl is not awake, you put the soup in first, remember to make a gentle sound."

The earth dragon burned indoors, melted like spring, warm enough to make people feel hot, and it became more and more raging outside with snowflakes and bad weather.

The maid put down the pigeon soup, and as soon as she went out, cold snow fell on her face, cutting people like a knife.

She couldn't help but complained in a low voice: "If you listen to the girl, then it will be fine. Returning to Beijing will not be delayed, so you don't have to be frozen here."

The vigil maid turned her head and closed the door, "But the sun was shining yesterday, and who could tell it was going to snow."

"Doesn't the girl see it?"

The two talked and glanced around the room.

On the couch, a person curled up like a cat.

Clouds on the temples have red lips, and the sleeping face is thick. Her black, soft and shiny hair dripped on the pillow like silk, and her skin was so white that she seemed to compete with the falling snow on the branches outside.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is flawless beauty.

There are many beautiful people in Jinling Jiang Mansion, this is a fact recognized by Dazhao. Jiang Lao has been a beautiful woman with delicate eyes since she was a child. It is a pity that she left her hometown of Jinling with her father who wandered around at the age of six. After a long time, she was gradually forgotten. When mentioning the beauty of Jiang Mansion, few people mentioned her.

Only the servants who served in the Jiang family knew how beautiful her girl was. When she fell asleep with her eyes closed, she looked like a little man walking out of the painting, with glutinous cheeks.

This is how she was born at the age of thirteen, and one can imagine how stunning she will be in the future.

At this moment, her two bends and eyebrows were frowning, she couldn't stretch it out, and she looked very upset.

Jiang Lao slept very restlessly.

Because she has had nightmares several times recently...

It turned out to be true every time!

The first time she dreamed that the horses at home were frightened and went crazy.

At first, she only regarded it as an ordinary nightmare, but the next day she heard the news that her father was injured after falling from a horse.

Then it was this snow.

Right now, she was haunted by a nightmare again.

In the dream, it was the dawn of the remnant cloud, and a maid rushed in shouting, "Young Master was bullied."

The young master in her mouth is Jiang Lao's younger brother, Jiang Jinxing.

His personality runs counter to his name, he is naughty and impulsive, and he is an excellent seedling who climbs the wall and the house. However, he is only seven years old and he is too young to be bullied by others. On the contrary, he is often bullied.

Jiang Lao has always loved his younger brother. Hearing that he had been wronged, he hurried to lead people over.

In the snow, she saw the man who was in conflict with her brother—a 14-five-year-old boy.

The younger brother said that it was the man who fed her horse and ate something that shouldn't be eaten, and hurt her father.

The boy was mixed with blood, water and mud, and his body was soaked in winter, and he was embarrassed like a beggar, but his eyes were bright.

It's just that there is not the slightest temperature and human touch in it, but it is full of coldness and indifference, vicious, and hostile, like the cruel eyes of a little wolf when he is bloody.

He stood outside the stable, holding the herbal medicine that would make the horse go crazy if he ate it, but he refused to admit it, let alone tell the person behind it.

Even when the servant brought by her was pressed in the snow for interrogation, she bit her thin lips without saying a word, her long eyes were red like blood dripping, and she couldn't feel the pain, so she stared at her. .

Jiang Lao was staring at his scalp numb with fierce eyes like a little wolf, and took Jiang Jinxing away.

Later, she found the culprit who made her horse crazy

It's not a teenager, but someone else.

Jiang Lao was full of guilt and went back to look for him, but he has disappeared since then and can't be found again.

It wasn't until a few years later that she was **** and thrown at the feet of a man in a wheelchair.

The man has a black cloak, the complexion is cold and white, high above, the faint and evil temperament and beautiful face are extremely rare among men. The long eyes seem to occupy the colors of the world, and the cold eyes are flowing with what makes her familiar and scared. Fiercely.

She looked at him several times before she recognized him.

The little beggar who once fell alone in the snow.

Now he is surrounded by a group of servants, dressed in brocade clothes, sitting in the top position with a face of indifference.

In just a few years, he has grown into a highly powerful person who can't offend anyone.

The means to retaliate against her is even more crazy and cruel

Jiang Lao woke up abruptly, sweating in shock.

I woke up from the nightmare, the lingering palpitations were still there, as if I had died again and again, my heart seemed to be pinched for a long time, and then suddenly loosened, the heartbeat was numb, and the feeling of suffocation and despair was still slowly in my chest. Siltation.

That dream just now was terrible.

She raised her head and glanced out the window.

The sky changer didn't fully light up, and the snow rustled down.

Jiang Lao's heartbeat pounded faster.

In that dream just now, it was the same weather

The sky just broke, the sky was dimly lit, and the gloomy weather made people panic.

At this time, the door creaked.

A maid rushed in with a shoulder of snow, and shouted out of breath: "Girl, the young master was bullied outside!"

For a moment, Jiang Lao thought he was dreaming.

Breaking dawn, the maid rushing in, this is clearly the scene from the dream just now.

She raised her head and looked at the maid.

A face that had just been seen in a dream was reflected in the pupil.

Jiang Lao's breathing was stagnant, and his body shook like a needle. "Where is he, please?"

"Outside the stable next to the post house."

Next to the post house, outside the stable.

It's the same as in the dream.

In other words, what the dream revealed is what will happen today...

Jiang Lao became anxious, opened the quilt, and hurriedly stepped his toes into the embroidered shoes placed under the couch, "Take me over!"

…

Yesterday the heavy snow was like a gluttony, and it swallowed all the colors of the world overnight, and the whiteness covered the sky and the sun, endless, until suddenly broke into a red shadow.

It was Jiang Lao, wearing a red cloak, and ran towards the stable.

She ran in a hurry, the laces of her cloak were loosely blown behind her, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the wind and hunting.

She was thinking about what it would be like on the stable side.

If the younger brother didn't do anything, she would just take him away, how far away from the boy.

But if my brother has offended people...

Jiang Lao had a headache.

Relying on the young man's temperament that Jai Xian must retaliate in the future, if her younger brother has offended him, she doesn't know if she can change the fate of being retaliated.

The more I think about it, the more I have a bad premonition.

Only the first few nightmares, even if I knew it in advance, still didn’t change the final outcome, in case this time I couldn’t...

Several figures suddenly broke into his sight.

A group of people gathered outside the stable.

Among this group of people are her younger brother and her subordinates.

But she did not see where the young man was.

After searching carefully, Jiang Lao suddenly took a breath...

Surrounded by the crowd, the figure lying on the ground was indistinct from a distance, but it seemed to be the boy.

Some grass scum and a rough walking stick made of a wooden stick fell messy on the snow.

And her brother is commanding the servant loudly, "Pour down this bucket of cold water on me, I see if he wakes up!"

Jiang Lao's heart was shaking when he heard it, and his body rushed over and stood in front of the boy, "Stop!"

The servant stopped moving when he heard the words.

Jiang Lao was panting, looking at the bucket of ice water that almost fell on the boy, he immediately understood why the boy in his dream was soaked.

She will be here a while later, and he is probably wet again.

For good, she came early.

Otherwise, a bucket of cold water from the big winter will be poured on him, not knowing how bitter it is.

Just imagined, she shuddered herself.

Jiang Lao had lingering fears, and looked down at the boy's face.

His dark hair is messy, the bridge of his nose is stained with blood, his forehead is black, and his narrow and beautiful eyes are tightly closed. Against the backdrop of the ice and snow, his cold white skin reveals a deadly silence and aura.

Jiang Lao paled with fright, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to probe his breath.

Live, change it.

I don't know how long he has been in the snow, and the snow on his body has fallen on a thick layer.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he only had a thin coarse cloth shirt on his body, the material was in tatters, and he couldn't even cover his arms. A thin forearm was barely exposed, drooping on the snow, frozen to purple. The tattered coarse cloth clothes were too dirty for her servants to use as rags.

How did this person fall into such a situation in such a cold day?

Jiang Lao untied his cloak and put it on him, shielding him, "Why did he faint?"

"Did you fight?" Jiang Lao asked with a trembling voice.

Jiang Jinxing rubbed his nose and was very aggrieved, "I didn't hit him, he was hitting me! Suddenly he fainted and it has nothing to do with me. I suspect he was pretending."

Dumpling stuck in the snow, and said in a dull and annoyed voice: "Look at the herbal medicine in his hand. It is this kind of medicine that drives the horse crazy, and he hurts our daddy!"

Jiang Lao glanced at the palm of the boy's palm.

He did pinch a handful of herbs in his hand.

In the dream, she first believed that he was bullying her younger brother because he was older than his younger brother. Later, because of the herbal medicine in his hand, she believed his younger brother's statement.

However, just because he has herbs in his hands, it doesn't mean that he must be the murderer.

Jiang Lao regretted the impulse in his dream in the bottom of his heart.

On the back of the young man's hand, there were frostbite and cracked cracks that were deep and painful at first sight.

She felt more guilty in her heart.

When I came here, I was thinking about taking my younger brother away quickly, how far I could hide from him, and seeing him so pitiful at this moment, I felt compassionate in my heart.

No matter how lofty his future status is, now he is just a weak, helpless, fainted little poor, skinny as if he hasn't eaten for many days, and he can't change hands after being bullied.

Jiang Lao was full of pity and regret, "He really fainted, not fake."

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Jinxing pursed his mouth and took Jiang Lao's hand and said: "Sister, you are not saying that when you find the person who administers the horse, you will cause your father to suffer the crime, and also let the person who harmed your father. Try it again? Now that I have found the bad guy, it's time for us to take revenge."

Jiang Lao: "..."

This is indeed what she said.

Her father was lying on the bed for more than a month after falling from the horse, and now he can barely get out of bed to walk. Seeing the weak and tall and healthy father lying on the bed, she was so angry at that time that she said such cruel words.

She glanced at the young man apologetically, and she couldn't help but think of what he would look like when he grew up in her mind-with broad and thick shoulders, a tall sitting posture, and a tall stature that could hold a black cloak in a very grand manner.

But he happened to be a poor handicapped and could never stand up.

In his dream, he became like this because of her?

Jiang Lao's conscience trembled twice.

Suddenly, a bowl of thick wooden stick came across in front of him. Jiang Jinxing handed it over, "Do you want to do it? A sister."

Jiang Lao: "..." Conscience trembled again.

She and her brother were afraid that they didn’t use the script

The script of the vicious brother and sister who is doing bad things to the protagonist everywhere.

When I think of the survival time of this character in the storybook

Jiang Lao's heart suddenly alarmed, and said to his younger brother stubbornly, "He is not a bad person, I want to take him back."

…

Taking the person back to his yard, Jiang Lao asked the maid to boil hot water, soak the kerchief, and personally wipe off the dirt on his face and neck.

As soon as the blood and mud were gone, his three-dimensional and beautiful facial features were revealed.

The nose is tall and narrow, with long eyes, the tails of the eyes are long and raised, the eyelashes are very long, the complexion is deeply pale and sick, and there is a sickly and beautiful temperament.

It's just that he hasn't fully opened it now, and his pure white chin and closed thick eyelashes show pitifulness and incomprehension, which is a distance from his arrogant, ruthless and ruthless appearance in the future.

When Jiang Lao moved the handkerchief to his neck, it stopped suddenly.

There were a few ugly scars twisting there.

The deepest and longest one lies on the scapula of his right shoulder, winding all the way from the back of the neck to the top of his collarbone.

It seemed to be a whiplash left by the most vicious method of beating. After a long period of time, the wound turned into a centipede-like scar.

Bone may be visible at first, but the healed wound is still deep and cracked in the skin. Every eye Jiang Lao swept over was shocking. His hand holding the wet napkin shook slightly, and he almost didn't dare to touch it again.

The more gentle she wiped him, the veil was washed and wringed dry after wiping.

The maid who was ordered to go down to the doctor, picked up something from the ground and said to Jiang Lao: "Girl, is this his purse? It's dropped here."

Jiang Lao glanced over.

The purse is very old, the thread on the edge has worn out, the blood color covers the original color of the purse, and the patterns are all traces of the dried blood, and the blood stains are scary.

Jiang Lao twisted his eyebrows, "It's his purse, go and wash it."

She rounded up the quilt for the teenager, and then went out to find Jiang Jinxing.

Because of the incident that she brought the boy back, the little guy has been sulking all the way.

He was anxious to avenge his father, and saw that she was partial to the "murderer" and was so angry that she didn't even care about it.

But I can't let my brother misunderstand it forever.

Otherwise, even if she brought the boy back, his brother would come to trouble him instead.

That won't work.

She planned to wait for the boy to wake up, apologize, and explain the misunderstanding clearly.

It is best if the young man is not angry. If he is angry, or is very angry, he will be confessed and coaxed as an ancestor until the day when he calms down.

When he went out, he was taken aback by Jiang Jinxing.

The little fat man was planted in the snow outside the house like a radish, his fleshy fingers pressed against the snow on the ground, his actions were fierce, and his anger was thrown on the snow.

It was determined that the boy was the murderer of his father's fall from the horse, and Jiang Jinxing was so angry that he looked at his sister's meticulous care of the bad guy.

It was like a small pufferfish stuffed in his gill, and he was full of anger.

Seeing Jiang Lao coming out to look for him, his eyes were full of blame and irritation, and he was angry, "I don't have a sister like you who knows people and recognizes the thief as the father!"

"It's not me who doesn't know people clearly." Jiang Lao slowly moved to his side and sat side by side with him.

Jiang Lao is not very young. He will only celebrate his fourteenth birthday in half a year. He just likes to pretend to be an adult next to his seven-year-old brother. His sweet little face is hardened, and his tone is pretending to be old-fashioned, "For you, consider the thief as a father. It’s not right here. You can change your horse for a better one. You don’t need to learn a lot of skills, but don’t use the words indiscriminately. It’s easy to make people laugh."

Jiang Jinxing's face flushed when she said, "Who dares to laugh at me!"

"I."

Jiang Jin went down, "..."

Once again angry into a pufferfish.

Jiang Lao held his brother's face and looked at him for a long time, and asked him, "Does it hurt to be beaten?"

Jiang Jinxing: Humph!

Jiang Lao stretched out his hand and rubbed his fleshy cheeks, "Don't be angry, you have wronged someone. If you want to interrupt the leg, you really should be beaten. You listened to A sister's, the horse was drugged. Man, it's really not him."

Jiang Jinxing didn't believe her, instead, he felt distressed, so angry that he wanted to cry, stood up, and slowly burped, "Why is it not him anymore?! Others are in the stable, and the medicine is in his hands! He wants to continue. Harm daddy!"

Jiang Lao stood up with him, "I have sent someone out to look for it. You will believe me when you find the culprit."

In her dream, she dreamed that the real murderer who prescribed the medicine was a butcher here. She had already sent someone to find the murderer in advance.

Jiang Jinxing didn't listen to her at all, "It's just that you read it wrong, I'm going to find Daddy, let Daddy come and drive him away!"

He rushed out of the yard angrily.

Inside the house, Rong Mao struggling to open his eyelids.

Only in front of the eyelids that were always **** and heavy, he turned lighter, and he raised his hand and rubbed it.

The fingertips are clean and free of any stains.

Someone wiped his face.

A suspicion flashed in his eyes, lifted his eyes slightly, and swept around his eyes.

Unfamiliar room.

The cold wind and falling snow were isolated outside the closed window, and the house was warm.

All the furnishings are neat and tidy, and the two rows of bogu shelves behind the screen are full of pamphlets and books.

The brocade quilt is soft and comfortable, as warm as the sunshine for a few days.

But Rong Ming’s pupils instantly chilled as if they saw something dirty, grabbed the quilt with his palm, and subconsciously lifted it up...

There is no needle.

There are no bugs.

His movements slowed down slowly, his eyes were cold, his brows frowned, and he was lost in thought.

This is where?