I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Her feet were lifted to the ground without touching the ground, and the sudden height of the distance made her body lean back uncontrollably, and she hurriedly raised her hand and hooked his neck.

In fact, even if she didn't stretch out her hand, she wouldn't fall off. His arm was firmly against her back, holding her in his arms.

The big cloak was covered with snow, and when she got close, some snowflakes fell into the mouth of her clothes, and Jiang Lao trembled with the cold.

She caught his eyebrows as she hooked his neck.

The eyebrows are shrouded in the night, the eyelashes are drooping and appear dense and thick, the eyebrows are slightly closed, the expression is not clear, and the face is reflected by the snow and the moon, and it looks very cold.

On a cold day, he sweated on his forehead and his chest was up and down, as if he had taken a lot of effort to rush over.

Seeing her eyebrows clearly, she already knew who he was.

There was a clear medicine smell she was familiar with.

She opened her mouth, "nine" changed her mouth, her waist was empty, and the force behind her waist disappeared. He tightened the hand holding the horse's rein, pulling the horse in front of her eyes, and his hand stuck. He lifted her on the horseback by her waist.

He then turned on his horse, unfastened the clasp of the cloak, and firmly wrapped the shivering little girl.

Jiang Lao's sight was blocked by Changfu, and he sat backward, with his forehead touching his chest.

The north wind was blowing the snowflakes wildly, and her body had become numb all the way. She didn't feel cold at first, and was wrapped in his warm medicinal cloak, only to realize that her body was astonishingly cold.

It was cold from the inside out. After walking for nearly three hours in the wind and snow, he was so cold that he could barely breathe. Suddenly he felt the temperature in his arms, like a piece of wood that was soaked in water and suddenly thrown away. Entering the fire, not only was he not warmed up, but the chill was transferred to him, and the upper and lower jaws kept trembling.

Jiang Lao backed down subconsciously, and her head was tightened. Even if her body was no longer cold, she was protected by his chest, and the chill gradually dissipated.

Across a big cloak, the wind outside sounded low, and the footsteps on the street and the sound of rustling snow disappeared in her ears. She seemed to hear the soft sound of "coming late" from the top of her head. After a while, I realized that there was a "I" in front of this sentence.

--I'm late.

Jiang Lao's mind was stunned, and he didn't know why, the tears that had been in his eyes for a whole day suddenly had an urge to flow down.

Rong Ming's movements were so fast that even if the pedestrians around him heard the movement of the horses, they stopped and looked at them frequently, but they didn't even see their faces.

Only a white horse with a red mane rode Juechen and ran west.

The open window on the second floor of the inn was slammed by the turmoil of popularity, and the barrier was almost shattered.

The dark clouds blocked and moved away, the sky was full and the moon was bright, hanging high above all things.

Pedestrians changed houses one after another, Jiang Lao peeked out of his eyes.

On the street, a shopkeeper packed up the goods and walked west. The shopkeeper carried a bamboo pole on his shoulders and walked forward steadily. The basket on the left suddenly exposed a child with a total corner against the cover. The corner of his mouth was raised and he shouted. what.

Look at the mouth shape, like shouting father.

Jiang Lao's grief came from his heart, and he quickly turned his eyes away.

People gradually disappeared on the road. In Jinling City, only the watchmen who watched the night were walking on the snow-covered road.

...

At one or three o'clock, the sound of drums stopped. When the red-maned white horse first appeared on the dirt road, Huaiqing glanced at the lantern without thinking too much.

When retracting the lantern, he suddenly realized that the cloak worn by the rider was exactly the same as the one worn by His Highness Jiu this morning, and he raised the lamp again in amazement.

The horse was neighing and stopped on the bluestone road in front of the house, and Rong Ming's palm tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

He took off the big cloak and put on the little **** the white horse, wrapped her whole body, and hugged her to walk into the mansion.

If you changed to the medicinal bath last night, you are in a wheelchair in the morning, and you need a magpie to accompany you to travel. Just come back at night and hurt your leg? Can you ride a horse?

He changed to thinking that the Wu Que and him did not come back so late today, something happened...

Huaiqing was so scared that he almost dropped the lamp in his hand. When he could see that Rong Ming was holding a person in his arms, the lantern in his hand finally rolled to the ground.

Not only can you ride a horse, but you can rob people like a bandit?

He looked at the blue satin and red lotus embroidered shoes of the two women exposed outside the big cloak. He could only see that the upper was made of good fabric, not an ordinary girl, and he was wondering if it was Jiang Lao, the person walking inside. When he stopped, he looked back at him and said coldly: "Find someone to settle the horse and bring some hot water."

Huai Qing lowered his head and picked up the lantern.

Rong Chen's eyes just now contained some fierce bandits that he would not easily reveal in front of others, which was extremely aggressive.

Huaiqing held the rein of the white horse with the light in his hand, and then glanced in Rong Ming's direction.

He was about to walk across the shadow wall, and the shadow on the shadow wall was dragged by the moonlight for a long time. He looked down at the person in his arms and showed a touch of tenderness.

Usually retracted in a wheelchair, looks weak and sick

People who took off the Greatcloak still looked a little thin, but they were unexpectedly tall and straight.

Every time Huaiqing looked at it, he felt very strange. He drank the other subordinates who were stretching their heads out to inquire about something, and said viciously, "His Royal Highness can stand up without his approval. Just go ahead, don't talk outside."

Not only him, Jiang Lao also felt strange.

The bumps and bumps along her way are like dreaming.

After bypassing the shadow wall, she shouted like she was waking up from a big dream: "Your legs...you let me down!"

Rong Ming continued to walk forward, as if he hadn't heard anything. Not only did he not stop, he walked a little more anxiously than before. When she thrashed and made trouble, he directly carried her on his shoulders and strode forward. He went to Beishenyuan, held her and put her on the couch in his bedroom.

He has developed a habit since he was a child, and he dared not fall asleep at night. Even in the deep winter, there is only a thin quilt on the couch. He let his cloak cushion her hips before releasing the hands that held her, and slowly opened the cloak.

The eyes are facing each other.

Rong Chen knelt down in front of the couch, looking up at her.

He searched in Jinling City and found her at the end of Qingyin Alley. She walked in the snowy sky, her back looked thin, helpless, and powerless, as if she was about to kneel on the ground next.

Thinking of the scene again, the murderous hostility in his heart started again, but he was still hiding well for fear of frightening her.

He saw her looking down at his leg, and was about to explain his leg injury. Jiang Lao walked out when she got on the bed at this moment. She was tight on her waist and was carried back to the bed without going out for two steps. .

She didn't shed a single tear, but her eyes were so red that she was frightened, and the end of her speech was trembling.

"You let me go." The tip of his finger grabbed his sleeve, as if he didn't want him to go.

Rong Lu moved closer to her and looked at her quietly.

He could see that she was in a bad mood at the moment, she seemed to be sick, but it was worse than she was sick, her eyes seemed to be emptied, there was no light at all, she lost her soul, and he asked in a low voice. "What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Lao bit his lip, lowered his head and looked at his hand holding her ankle.

She actually doesn't want him to go, but what can she do if she stays with him?

The disaster came too early, even worse than the change in her dream, and in her dream it was just exile, this time it was a crime of decapitation. When the identification of the painting is made, her father is really convicted of the remnants of the party. Wouldn't he also be dragged down along with him?

The foundation is still weak, how can you stand it?

Live this kind of shaking?

"I want to go home." Jiang Lao thought about it and said stubbornly, "I want to go back."

Rong Zhen didn't answer her, he just looked at her, his eyes seemed to have something to say.

When he went to find her, the first thing he looked for was Wuyi Alley. At that time, Si Ye Jiang was taken back to the Superintendent’s Court. The two-story Yamen besieged Wuyi Alley so that the water could not escape. The young worker was rumbling, and he packed up his baggage and wanted to escape, but was stopped by the servants.

Jiang Qin is not in the house either. If she goes back at this time, not only will she be left unattended, but she will also be unable to escape.

"The hour of the night ban has come, you can't go out." He thought about whether he didn't tell the truth, coaxing her, "Besides, the fourth master knows that you are here, I met him, and he is fine."

"I'm afraid of hurting you." When Jiang Lao spoke with a nasal tone in the end, her voice was dumb. She lowered her head and looked at him, but she shrank back, fearing that she would be blamed on him. .

"I know everything about your father."

Jiang Lao looked up at him with a little trembling, she was very afraid that he would ask her if the painting was really painted by her father at this time.

"I don't care if it's true or false, or if it's false, I will trace it to the end. If it's true... Then try to make it fake." Rong Ming's eyes are sincere and beautiful, and his voice is gentle. , But grasped the fingers around her ankle firmly, "I won't let your house happen."

His fingertips were cold, and the pain in the place where her ankle was hurt suddenly became obvious. Jiang Lao's face became pale, and he couldn't help but shrank his feet.

After hearing his words, she suddenly became calm in her heart, but there was a kind of self-deception that could not be ignored in her stability.

She couldn't believe that he could really do it now.

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Rong Ming glanced at her. He pulled her foot back with a slight movement of his fingers, rubbing the wound of her ankle with moderate force, "You have promised to marry I can only marry me. Even if you think you will drag me down, or someday you think I will drag you down, if you promised me, you can’t change it."

His voice is low and soft and his eyes are soft, but the meaning in the words is very arrogant, "It's not that you want to throw it away, you can throw me away at will."

The streets were full of voices talking about the quality of her family.

But whether she is good or bad, it's all his.

His mother died on the day he was born, leaving him with only a cold jade charm, but he didn’t have the slightest affection while wearing that jade charm. He only brought it with him because it was valuable. He understands why she has such deep feelings for her parents and her brother, but Aiwu and Wuhenwu and Wu, he can learn to understand, even if he will never understand.

Jiang Lao didn't speak, she lowered her head, her heart astringent.

This day was long and tormenting, and the moment of being with him was as stable as a dream, but her throat was dry and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Rong Ming comforted her, got up and went outside, Jiang Lao followed suit, fearing that he would stop her and wait until he went out before going out, and walked to the courtyard one by one, looking left and right, but he didn't find him. Silhouette.

She looked along the lines of footprints on the snow, and suddenly remembered what she had noticed but had completely forgotten to ask.

Why did his leg injury suddenly heal?