I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming adjusted his breath, his coughing gradually eased.

He waved his hand to let Jiang Lao not worry, "I'm fine."

Except that the cheeks appear redder than usual, there is nothing unusual.

It's just that his skin is as cold as frost and snow, and the redness is particularly obvious.

It's as if the Immortal Chuchen was dragged into the world abruptly, with the smell of red dust on his body.

The maid beside Jiang Lao said: "The girl dreamed of elbows, but she wants to eat it? Would you like the servant to tell the back kitchen to make this dish tomorrow."

Jiang Lao: "..."

"No need." She smiled bitterly. "It's embarrassing to let people know that I cried with a pig knuckle in my dream."

Rong Ming coughed again.

Jiang Lao moved his gaze to him again, and he said "It's okay" instead.

"It's just that the tea is a little anxious."

Jiang Lao had just woke up from his sleep, with a little bit of energy, and asked him, "There have not been three operas in the listening theater. The folk opera troupe can't enter the palace. You don't have much chance to see it in the palace. Why did you come out? "

Do you want to chase him away... Rong Chen grabbed his fingers and said, "The opera is boring."

This was unexpected to Jiang Lao.

She was worried, so she couldn't listen to the operas sung by the troupe.

But among the top troupes in Jinling, at least 90 out of a hundred guests must say yes. Rong Chen never had a chance to listen to their plays in the palace, saying they were boring...

Think about it, you can figure it out.

Although his temperament has become completely different from the nine masters in the original dream, some small changes are similar.

If she pieced together fragments of her scattered dreams.

Even though Jiuye is rich in fame and wealth, he is not interested in anything.

The tiredness of his eyes turned gray, his eyelids drooped all day long, cold and withdrawn, away from all kinds of excitement.

When others saw him, he was afraid, and when he saw others, he was bored.

Except for revenge on those who bullied him, especially her, he has never shown fanaticism and persistence in any other matter.

It's just that she didn't expect that his temperament that was tired of seeing everything had some signs of it when he was a teenager.

Jiang Lao said: "Perhaps those scenes just didn't look good enough. It might be interesting to change the track now."

Rong Chen shook his head, "The sound of silk and bamboo is too noisy, and it makes me headache. I am sitting next to my husband, and behind him are several seniors, all of whom are elders, and there is no one who speaks to me..."

Jiang Lao understood what he meant.

Think about him and her in the same situation, just returned to Jinling, the same age

She doesn't know anyone in her famous lady.

Sometimes when I go to a rouge gouache store alone, or see other ladies gathering together, I feel a little out of place.

The feeling of pity for the same disease made Jiang Lao smile at him, "Then you can stay here for a while, I can accompany you."

Rong Ming's face was a little slow, and he nodded.

The courtyard outside the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion is full of trees, and it is cooler than other places. Jiang Lao was worried that Rong Chen would catch the cold, so he picked up the thin woolen blanket on the stone table and draped him on his lap.

Rong Wei allowed her to move, looking very well-behaved and obedient.

"Taro, you go and guard outside the courtyard."

She suddenly cleared her throat, and pulled the close-fitting maid away.

Looking down at Rong Ming's leg covered with a white woolen blanket, Jiang Lao asked, "How is your leg injury, how is your recovery?"

Since he dreamed of standing up in the dream, he should be getting better now.

Rong Ming's throat moved slightly, but his eyes avoided.

Thinking of how embarrassed she was when she first woke up, and thinking that she had just covered him with a blanket to take care of him, the ghost said, "Although it's better, it just doesn't hurt so much, and I can't stand up."

His face was paler than a rabbit, and his eyes were more pitiful than a rabbit.

"Only every night, it hurts so much that I can't sleep well, and now I can sleep peacefully for a few hours."

This is true.

Even now he occasionally changes pain. He is afraid that he will be delayed for a year, so he abolishes the kung fu that he had practiced to survive as a child. He would secretly practice martial arts before waiting for Qing Qing and other palaces every day. Sometimes he couldn’t control it. It's so strong, the pain will recur when the muscles are pulled.

Jiang Lao only thinks that his phrase "It hurts so much that I can't sleep well" is really distressing.

Comforting him: "You will definitely get better. Wait until the day you get better..."

Rong Chen thought she was going to say again that when he gets better, she must be the first to tell her.

But I heard the little girl say seriously and seriously: "It's best not to tell anyone."

Rong Ming suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes a little puzzled.

Even if Jiang Lao dismissed the maid to guard the courtyard gate, he lowered his voice and approached Rong Ming's ear, saying, "If you keep getting better, in the eyes of others, you won't be the threat they want to get rid of. ."

She knew that Rong Chen would understand what she meant, and didn't say much.

After speaking, he got up and looked at him.

Last time I heard from Qin Yun that other imperial concubines wanted to win over Rong Ming, Jiang Lao often thought about it.

Rong Zhi's eyelids drooped.

She said that he had thought about it a long time ago, so he would sit in a wheelchair and continue to be scorned and mocked by others, and pity with ridicule.

He just didn't expect that she would think so clearly.

"I promise you."

Inexplicably, there was a feeling of relief when he had just been put on the guillotine and escaped from the dead when he encountered an amnesty.

She seemed to help him find an excuse.

—Clear him in front of her, concealing his excuses for resuming from a leg injury.

Otherwise he doesn't know how to say it.

When she woke up from the dream, her face was obviously embarrassing and uncomfortable.

It is not a dream to say that it is not a dream, but she will be embarrassed.

For a good excuse...

"However, when your leg hurts, you must be the first to tell me." Jiang Lao added.

"..."

Excuses that if you don't have it, you don't have it.

The guillotine Rongzhu went up again.

…

After a cup of tea, Ming Shao returned with the painting Jiang Lao had given him, with a sad look on his face, "Girl, no one among the servants recognizes the bracelet on this painting."

Jiang Lao knew in his heart that it was not easy to find, and did not hold out much hope. He sighed and said to Ming Shao, "You don't have to look anymore."

"Give me the painting." Rong Chen asked for the painting again.

After unfolding, ask, "Can I have pen and ink?"

The pen and ink just used for painting was replaced under the stone table, and Ming Shao took the pen and ink up.

Rong Zhao rolled his sleeves, held up the ink brush, and painted a few strokes on the bracelet pattern that Jiang Lao drew, and handed it to Jiang Lao, "Look, is this the bracelet you're looking for?"

Jiang Lao glanced down.

After adding a few strokes, the pattern of the green bracelet became more like what she had dreamed of in her dream.

But…

"How did you know?"

She looked at Rong Ming curiously.

Rong Zhen clicked a little ink, but his eyes were raised a little, and he glanced at her bun, muttering, "It's not pretty."

Jiang Lao didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"Your hairpin is not good-looking."

Rong Ming lowered his head, hung his wrist and continued to walk the dragon on the drawing paper, and drew a few more patterns.

He had a calm tone and didn't look at her, but in those words, it sounded like a child's temper and anger.

Jiang Lao raised his hand and touched the hairpin he wore today.

Suddenly understood, smiled.

Didn’t it mean you didn’t wear the hairpin he gave it?

I just said that she is not ugly, but now she is in trouble.

"Today my grandmother's birthday, I always have to wear some festive colors."

Rong Ming's eyes were a little more pleasant. Is it a festive color? He took it down.

Jiang Lao looked at him paler than paper.

I felt that he was thinking all the time, not so quiet and deep as someone his age, and would rather stay with her in this secluded little yard instead of going to the theater troupe to sing, like a boring wood.

It made Jiang Lao's heart tickled and thought of making him laugh.

Besides, since childhood, few people have said the words ugly in front of her.

She tilted her head in front of him, and the fringe of the hairpin on her head hung to one side, her eyes curled up with a smile, "Is it really ugly for me to wear this kind of hairpin?"

"Isn't it ugly?" She asked repeatedly.

Rong Zhen didn't expect that she was so close to him suddenly, his breathing was tight for a moment, watching her smile like a flowery eyebrow, his Adam's apple rolled.

It was like a scholar walking at night, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly encountered a bewitching goblin, and his breathing gradually became chaotic.

Behind the ears it was as red as a burning cloud in the evening.

He dropped his eyelids, rubbed his cold fingers behind his ears, his voice sounded hoarse and heavy because of tightness, "Good-looking."

"You look good."

But he insisted, "Hairpins don't look good."

Jiang Lao wanted to make him laugh, but he was amused by his stubbornness.

The maid on the side blushed for Jiang Lao when she heard Rong Lu arrogantly praise their girl's beauty.

On the contrary, it is Jiang Lao, who has been used to hearing that she is beautiful since she was a child, and she usually feels very good.

Rong Ming's eyelashes trembled, and the expression in his eyes suddenly became a little pitiful, "Don't you think the hairpin I made looks good?"

He was frustrated, "I have studied for a long time..."

Jiang Laokong had the idea of ​​molesting people. He didn't have the skill to molest people. Instead, he wanted to coax people. Hearing his tone was low and lost, he said hurriedly, "Good-looking and good-looking."

Rong Ming's thin lips hooked slightly, his pitiful appearance disappeared.

Jiang Lao felt that if he were an animal with long ears, now both ears might have stood up and beckoned at her.

The tip of the pen made a few more bends on the paper, and finally finished in one go. Rong Chen stopped the pen and handed the drawing paper to her.

Line several patterns on the drawing paper.

The lines range from simple to complex.

From a few simple strokes of the pattern on the green bracelet, it evolved all the way to a lifelike little wolf.

"The pattern on the bracelet is a totem of the northern nomads."

When Jiang Lao looked down at the painting, Rong Ming explained aloud beside her.

"The person you are looking for should be of nomadic blood. The sapphire is of exquisite texture, which is difficult for ordinary people to use. Think of the nomadic origin among the Jinling nobles, only the general Hu who is now stationed in the frontier."

Rong Ying analyzed it slowly.

"He has a pair of twin daughters, Hu Li and Hu Tang. The people you are looking for are likely to be them."

When Jiang Lao raised his eyes to look at Rong Ming, his eyes were as bright as galaxies.

Looking at Rong Ming's eyes is a bit like looking at the omniscient god.

Bright and somewhat adored.

"How do you know so much?"

Rong Ming coughed.

His sight was dim.

He just went back to Jinling to find her, and he looked through all the lists of the noble ladies of her age in Jinling one by one.

Later, in order to make a hairpin for her, I read almost all the books that the jewelry craftsman wanted to read, so I knew the meaning of the various patterns and the meaning of the totem.

"I saw it accidentally from the book." He said.

Jiang Lao didn't doubt that he was there, his eyes still shocked.

I want her brother to study more.

She was a little unsure whether Hu Li and Hu Tang were on the banquet list. She asked Ming Shao to go down to find out. Then she turned around to look at Rong Ming and asked him, "You don't want to know, why should I look for them?"

Obviously you want to control everything in your hands, how can you be so well-behaved and peaceful today?

Rong Ming thought.

He wants to know everything about her, and even wants to be in complete control.

Ever since he came across Ming Shao on the road and recognized the totem pattern, he has been thinking about why she wanted to find Hu Li and Hu Tang.

But if it annoys her because of his shackle-like desire for control, the gain is not worth the loss.

But she was soft-hearted.

He can only grasp this point and try his best to treat her well.

So good... once she abandons him, she will have trouble sleeping and eating for the rest of her life.

It was so good that she couldn't abandon him at all.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't ask." His eyes were as dark as ink, like a sea in the darkness, under the surface of the calmness, hiding almost pathological paranoia, but he smiled gently, and said: "I only I want to help you accomplish what you want to do."

…

It happened that he said this, which made Jiang Lao feel more and more soft-hearted.

Blame her, because he doesn't want to listen to the drama, and can't help thinking of him as the nine masters in his dream.

Obviously he has changed.

Although she didn't mention Dreamland, she explained to him that she was looking for Hu Li Hutang instead.

I lied a little, saying that I only saw their bracelets and liked them, and wanted to ask where they bought them.

Love their bracelets...

Rong Ming thoughtfully.

…

The Japanese shadow slowly moved from the east to the center of the sky, and by three quarters, the sound in the listening courtyard finally ceased.

It's time to go back to the Listening Academy.

Jiang Lao stood up and helped Rong Zhao move his wheelchair out of the pavilion, and pushed forward, "I'll send you back to the Tingyin Academy."

Rong Ming shook his head.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyelashes blinked, "It's too far to the Tingyin Academy from here, I don't want you to work so hard."

Be very sensible.

Controlling the wheelchair, he took two hurried steps, forcing Jiang Lao to release his hand.

When Jiang Lao looked at his back, two words popped out of his mind.

So good.

But he watched Rong Zhen's wheelchair knock on the stone, and by coincidence, the wheelchair jammed.

Rong Zhen's figure staggered and almost fell.

In an instant, the words in Jiang Lao's mind changed from two to four...

From "good" to "weakness".

He just didn't watch for two steps, and he became like this.

Jiang Lao couldn't help but worry and doubt.

Just this weak body...

Leg injury... can it really get better as she dreamed it?