I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

She glanced carefully again.

The eyebrows of these two people are indeed somewhat similar.

She has never seen the Nine Princes when they grow up, but she has never forgotten how they looked when they were young.

A small child, his skin is like cold snow, his lips are like rouge, and his eyes are as clean as clear glass. He looks very attractive, but he always stays alone with his eyes down, long. He has thick eyelashes, standing quietly in the corner, sparsely cold, but looks extremely well-behaved.

When that child grows up, he should be as good-looking as the boy in front of him.

But she had never heard of the Ninth Prince leaving the capital.

What's more, the Nine Princes are not disabled.

Looking at the simple and plain clothes on the boy, Jiang Qin even denied his guess.

How can the children of the heavenly family fall into this kind of desolate situation of displacement, and the monthly bill alone can catch up with the expenses of ordinary people throughout the year?

She admitted wrong.

Jiang Qin shook his head gently.

When Emperor Zhaowu hinted that they could marry the two children, they had politely refused, and it was useless to think about letting the nine princes be her son-in-law.

Think about the person in front of you.

After Rong Lu was gone, Jiang Qin sat beside Jiang Lao and asked her, "Is this time going out of the city every year to seek medicine for the young boy?"

Jiang Lao nodded.

"Where is the medicine?"

"Already given to him."

"Is that medicine really useful?"

"Naturally useful."

If it is not useful, she will not ask for it all the time.

Jiang Lao rushed back from outside, feeling so tired, leaning against Jiang Qin's side, eyes closed, and said tiredly: "Let God heal the wounded on the battlefield. He gave me the pills, and in exchange for me he wrote The medical books and a few conditioning prescriptions, good use of medicine, massage, and medicated bath, the injury on the leg of the teenager will be healed in half a year. After recovery, he will not be any different from ordinary people, so he can continue to practice martial arts."

Although the carriage rolled down the cliff, she was shocked and injured a little, but she was completely absent from the guilt and depression of the past few days.

It seems to be relieved of the burden and feel much better.

"Just useful."

Jiang Qin smiled upon hearing this.

Since it is useful, the leg injury of that boy just now can be healed, and he will no longer be disabled in the future.

Jiang Qin turned around and said to the maid: "Hurry up and find some good tonics at the house, and send them to the young man. If you see him in the future, you don't need to inform them. Just bring them to your girl. "

Exhort

After that, she turned her head towards Jiang Lao with a smile, rubbed her head, "I have grown up year by year, and I am promising."

Jiang Lao only regarded her as complimenting her deeds of helping others. He leaned on Jiang Qin's shoulders obediently, as honest as a little cat, but he heard Jiang Qin's loving and comforting voice fall from her head again. Coming down, "Yearly's mind is clear for my mother."

Jiang Lao raised his head slightly, feeling a little strange.

What is her mind?

The door was pushed open at this moment, but the snow-covered Jiang Siye opened the door and strode in.

He rushed in a few steps, because when he came back outside just now, the heat from his mouth changed into white mist, "Is it all right every year?"

He heard someone report that his daughter had gone home, but he heard a lot of bad rumors and rumors on the street, and hurried back, with a heart always carrying it along the way.

He took a long breath of relief until he saw Jiang Lao safe and sound in front of him, but sat down by Jiang Lao's bed, frowned and scolded her, "Sneaking out of the city, don't you know how worried your family is?"

It is rare for Jiang Siye to get angry in front of Jiang Lao, and this cold tone in front of him is very unusual.

Jiang Qin is now on Jiang Lao's side, took her husband's arm gently, and speaks for Jiang Lao, "Isn't it all right every year? Besides, she is also there for a reason."

Fourth Master Jiang pointed his ears, "There is a reason? What is the reason?"

"Save people, she went out of the city to find medicine. Every year, she was kind and good, don't blame her." Jiang Qin knew that his daughter had a lover, and he was afraid that he would upset her husband, so he said it vaguely.

Siye Jiang became shrewd on this point.

"I heard that you often run west of the city lately?" Looking for a teenager.

Jiang Lao didn't answer, he was silent, and acquiesced.

Si Ye immediately understood something.

The old father was so bored.

"I won't punish you this time."

But when he thought that his daughter would often go to the west of the city to look for a teenager who was her age, he was so sad that he wanted to set a starting point for his daughter, but he was reluctant to punish him, so he said: "Long never return home. Thing, once again, I will ban your feet!"

…

Inside the palace, foreign envoys came to pay tribute.

The tribute fat cows and horses are cooked into delicacies, and the feast is full. In the middle of the banquet, the Orchid dancers are graceful and graceful in dance.

The envoys and Emperor Zhaowu talked at the banquet and talked very happily. After a few rounds of wine and meat, it is customary to conduct a competition on the martial arts field and learn from each other.

Warriors from outside the Western Regions

On the stage, he was burly and sturdy, with big muscles on his arms, bulging high, and looking at his stature alone, the hill stood there like a horror.

The nation that grew up on horseback is fierce and desperate for face. When they came to Jokhang to pay tribute last year, this samurai, known as the strongest warrior in the Fanbang clan, was beaten by the thirteen-year-old Rong Wei. In exchange, he lost three games in a row and was in a mess. He has worked hard for a year and is waiting for this year to come to shame.

But the samurai swept his gaze, but he didn't see Rong Ming in the crowd.

His fighting spirit was visibly diminished by the naked eye, and his interest was lacking, and he dealt with it carelessly.

This time, they won one after another without any effort.

It seemed that the four princes and the seventh princes who fought with him were extremely useless.

Emperor Zhaowu's expression revealed his displeasure.

He didn't care about the result of the game.

Only before last year, this kind of martial arts competition was often won by the warriors of the Gentiles, and Emperor Zhaowu was also used to this.

As the result was doomed, it became customary for Zhaowu to lose and foreign nations to win, so Emperor Zhaowu didn't take this kind of competition in mind.

But last year, Rong Wei won three games in a row, which greatly saved him face and made Emperor Zhaowu raised his interest in this type of competition.

If he loses again this year, the Emperor Da Zhao's face will be a little bit awkward.

He didn't expect that with his many sons, none of them could win!

If it is said that this barbarian is powerful, it is obvious that Xiao Jiu was only 13 years old last year, and he won all three games.

The envoy of Fanbang who came to Piansheng this time was ignorant. He laughed and pointed at his samurai. He said in a crappy Central Plains accent, "This year he has done his best."

In one sentence, Rong Wei won three games in a row last year, which was the result of their comity.

It was extremely uncomfortable in the ears of Emperor Zhaowu.

However, Empress Jiahe, who was sitting on the left side of Emperor Zhaowu, smiled faintly when he heard this.

In her eyes, words that slander her are good things.

What's more, among the people who just played in the competition, there was no her son, and it was not her who was ashamed.

If you wait until Xiao Seventeen grows up and win them, then Xiao Seventeen will become even more powerful.

How beautiful was Rong Ming last year, and her junior seventeen will be so beautiful in the future.

And Rong Ming will always be the same as his mother, a waste that can't be turned around.

Queen Jiahe curled her lips in joy.

The envoy of Fanbang glanced around, "Where is the Ninth Prince, why didn't you see him come out to compete?"

After the second round of drinking, Queen Jiahe was too relaxed, and she blurted out the thoughts in her heart, "His two legs are useless.

There was a moment of silence during the dinner, and there was no sound.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe with a cold look.

Jia and Queen realized that they had said something wrong.

She recovered quickly, pretending to be sad and said: "During the hunt last autumn, Xiao Jiu was attacked by an assassin and suffered some injuries, but he has not recovered. If he was asked to come for a trial, the wound would be unbearable. "

Emperor Zhaowu's gaze eased a little, "How can my son be disabled, it's just a little hurt, it's not a serious problem."

The Fan envoy was puzzled by what Jiahe Queen mentioned, "He is the one who has beaten the bravest warrior here. How powerful is an assassin that can hurt him?"

Emperor Zhaowu squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and moved his gaze to the queen beside him.

When an assassin appeared on the Autumn Hunting, Rong Wei was injured, but Jia and Queen took over the investigation.

When Jiahe Queen heard this question, his heart sank.

The assassin who hurt Rong Ming was the dead soldier of her family's Xu family.

The emperor must not let the emperor know about raising the dead.

With tears in her eyes, she made a look of a kind mother who hated the assassin. "The assassin committed suicide in fear of sin and poisoned her own concubine. It is unclear or unclear, she must suffer this sin."

Seeing her sad face, the envoy of the Fan tribe asked comfortingly: "How has the Nine Princes recovered recently?"

Emperor Zhaowu touched the table with his fingertips, and motioned to Emperor Jiahe to answer this.

Queen Jiahe’s acting skills in front of others have no flaws. At this time, her eyebrows stretched and she said softly: "Thank you for your concern. My palace has found the best doctor and the best medicine for him. He has recovered well from the injury."

It's really like a mother who cares about her child.

The Fan envoy laughed, "That's it! Let our samurai learn about martial arts with him in the coming year."

Emperor Zhaowu also said with a smile at this time, "Definitely."

Only later, Emperor Zhaowu called the **** over and asked the **** to find someone to see Rong Chen.

At this moment, Emperor Zhaowu missed his inconspicuous son very much.

It would be nice if Rong Chao only returned to Beijing next year, and he would be able to save face for him in the competition arena.

How can a great country be compared to a small country with less than 10,000 people?

Emperor Zhaowu's instructions to the **** reached the ears of Empress Jiahe beside him.

She looked calm and worried.

She was afraid that Emperor Zhaowu had seen something.

After the banquet was over, she returned to her Palace of Splendid with anxious expression, called her confidant, and said in a cold voice, "Resolve the emperor and go to Rong Chao's person."

"Go to Yecheng and check Rongzhen carefully what is going on."

She thought that Rong Mao had been so badly injured, and there was only one servant who was originally a local famous glutton and gambling bully.

But how could she have thought that he was so tenacious, she hadn't been able to wait until the news of his death so far!

In the eyes of Queen Jiahe, a gloomy fierceness flashed.

In any case, she would not let Emperor Zhaowu's look forward to the next year, Rong Sheng's figure appeared.

…

The next day, it was sunny and snowy.

After Jiang Lao finished his breakfast, he wanted to go out, but was instructed by Fourth Master Jiang, saying that everyone in the city was talking about her, and those parents regarded her as warning their children not to go uphill. Negative example, what do you go out for? When you go out, you will be laughed at!

Jiang Lao: "..."

She said that she couldn't help her father, so she could only stay in the pavilion in her yard, admiring the snow scene, and a hill of books in front of her.

She wanted to know, why all her dreams can be in harmony with the future?

If someone tells her that she has the ability to dream and predict the future, she will definitely treat that person as a monster or a fairy. But she is just a mortal, so where does she come from?

After flipping through a basket of official history and wild history, there was a strange folk book, and there was no record of her dream state. Jiang Lao had a headache when she saw it, so he picked up a notebook and eased his mind.

There is a plot in the script. A lady from an excellent background is arrogant and arrogant. She loves to bully her servants since she was a child. Later in the family, she married a fellow who was bullied by her, and never arrogant anymore. Woke up.

Jiang Lao first tut, but he didn't know what he had done wrong. He was about to marry such a vicious wife, and suddenly he was cold all over. He felt that this script was like a miniature of her bullying, and she fell in love with her and married her.

In her dream, she didn't marry, but it was a miserable situation when she was married.

This is exactly the same as her own fate she dreamed of.

The red cloak with the white fox fur collar wrapped the little girl's delicate slap face, her face gloomy.

Even though she had only dreamed about the dream of breaking down and being separated from her family once, it was the dream she feared the most, even more than her fear of being tortured. Once she remembered it, her heart was trembling and palpitating.

Outside the pavilion, a figure appeared.

Because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he was a bit shorter than ordinary people, but his posture was upright and upright. Coupled with that beautiful and flawless face, he instantly became incompatible with other personalities. Others are still in the world, he But it is a wonderland alone.

Jiang Lao saw Rong Ming and stood up and walked towards him.

But after seeing the one held by Rong Ming's hand, he stepped heavily for a moment, and the expression on his face slowly surfaced with horror.

Why did he come, come with medicine for a change?

Rong Chen noticed her gaze, and before she could ask, he explained with eloquence: "I just met your mother, she let me..."

"Let you watch me drink the medicine." Jiang Lao collapsed his shoulder, and he guessed it as soon as he guessed it.

Her mother really knows how to treat her.

"Um."

He inquired about her name, and everyone here called her Miss Jiang Si, but she never seemed to tell him who she was, nor was she curious about who he was.

But he was a little curious about her identity.

She was different from the person he had only met before.

Jiang Lao looked at Rong Ming. She thought his face looked better, and asked him, "Are those medicines useful?"

Rong Ming nodded.

Jiang Lao waited for him to say more, and forgot to let her take medicine if he said more, but he was reticent, and soon held up the medicine bowl and handed it in front of her, "It's time to take medicine."

Jiang Lao: "..."

Did not hide.

Seeing that it was useless to change the subject, she had to look up at Rong Ming imploringly, and pitifully begging for mercy, "The medicine is so painful that I want to vomit, can I not take the medicine?"

The sky was bright in Chenshi, and the pale golden sunlight as light as a tulle spread on her face, making her cheeks as clean as washed glutinous rice grains, and her begging tone seemed to be coquettish.

Rong Ming's gaze fell on the back of her neck.

Behind the white as jade neck, there was a black green, which spread to the collar.

At this time, when the carriage fell down the cliff, Jiang Lao was hit in the back by a rolling stone, leaving behind the black green.

In addition to the occasional pain when Jiang Lao hurt his back, he didn't care about it the rest of the time.

It is worthwhile to exchange her pain for medicine and heal his leg injury.

Rong Ming's gaze stopped on the Wuqing, his voice was dumb and irrefutable, "Drink the medicine."

Jiang Lao stomped his feet in his heart.

She knew it was useless to reason with him.

It's useless in the future, and it's useless now.

She reluctantly brought the medicine bowl over. Last time she didn’t know how bitter the medicine was, but she had the courage to drink it to the end. This time she looked at the medicine bowl and thought of the bitter yellow lotus flavor, Jiang Lao didn’t wait. After drinking the medicine, my face was almost wrinkled.

There was a sound from the side, "Want me to feed you?"

Her tone was old-fashioned and serious, and her low voice shook her little courage, "No, no need."

To let her drink the medicine by herself is suffering.

But if he was fed, she was probably tortured.

She didn't care whether she was suffering or not. She raised her head and drank again in one breath. After drinking, the expression on her face seemed as if she had lost half of her life.

Gudu swallowed, Jiang Lao felt that she was almost into a pot of medicine.

I just wanted to tell Rong Ming, don't come tomorrow, she must have to take medicine again when she comes, don't turn her head to his side, her red lips are slightly open, but a plum was accidentally stuffed in.

The candied plums are as sweet as candied fruit and more refreshing than candied fruit. The sweet taste instantly swept away the bitter medicinal taste in her mouth.

She was stunned, her eyes widened.

Before he had time to react, he was stuffed another one by Rong Jian.

Rong Ming held a greased paper bag with the words "Miaoshige" written on it.

He changed a plum between his long fingers, and he inadvertently stroked her soft red lips with his fingers just now, and immediately retracted, but the touch still remains.

He suppressed the weird turmoil in his heart, and asked her, "Would you like to change?"