I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Liao Qiu's voice was solemn, "Tonight, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has sent people to besiege Ning'an Bo Mansion, and even Qin Mansion has been implicated. If the case had not been settled, why would they be so anxious to fight? I'm afraid it will dawn. The trial for Fourth Master Jiang has come out."

Rong Ming nodded, but his tone was calm, "There are still four hours before dawn."

He got up and left.

The expression cooled down.

If the Qin Mansion was involved, Liao Qiubai's words that there would be a trial after dawn were not bluffing.

Even if he wanted to find out who was behind the incident, he had to stop his father from issuing the edict of trial prematurely.

With his father’s arrogant character, if the edict goes first, even if he makes a wrong judgment, he may not recognize it only for the so-called face.

Thinking of this, he felt tricky. Before leaving the mansion, he went back to the inner courtyard and looked at the little girl who was sleeping quietly on his bed. He raised his finger to draw her eyebrows and eyes, and the frowning eyebrows slowly spread out.

After watching for a long time, he suddenly got close to her face, drew her hair on the sideburns, as if biting her ears, and murmured viciously, "You are not allowed to marry someone else."

He became satisfied, walked out of the courtyard, and called Huaiqing.

"If I stay here, if I do not return, if there is an accident in Ning'an Bo's Mansion, no matter what method is used, I will immediately take her to Concubine Yun."

...

Jiang Lao slept drowsy, and his dreams were messy. For a while, she dreamed of her father kneeling down at the soldiers who came to ransack the house, then dreamed of her uncle again, and finally dreamed of a figure in the imperial study room in the imperial palace. Kneeling outside, for a long time, the snow fell one after another, almost burying him.

She couldn't see the man's back clearly, and she looked vaguely at the palace wall red, the sky was dark, and the man's coat was black and red, which was diluted by the snow.

...

It's five shifts, outside the imperial study room.

Emperor Zhaowu stayed directly in the Yushufang yesterday, and the **** Li Ren, who was serving next to Emperor Zhaowu, went to the kitchen to pass the meal in the morning, but after seeing the figure kneeling in the outside courtyard of the Yushufang, his footsteps stopped.

The figure was covered with snow, and the snow on the top of the head and shoulders had accumulated a thick layer, which changed more than the snow on the branches. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

When the snow in the sky changed, the snow on his body fell more and more, and he gradually became a snowman. Looking at the marks under his knees and the snow accumulated on the wheelchair next to him, he never moved a step.

The lonely figure in the wind and snow seemed stubborn and pitiful.

Li Ren raised his head and looked at the dark sky, he wrinkled

Eyebrow, he grabbed a little **** who was on duty and asked, "When did His Highness the Nine come?"

"His Majesty Nine used an emergency order last night to enter the palace in the middle of the night. Only after that, he waited here to see the Holy Master. Last night, the Holy Master slept unsteadily because of the Jiang family's Fourth Master. He woke up and walked in the courtyard. See His Royal Highness Nine waited here, but he said nothing. Who knows that His Royal Highness Nine knelt down...until now."

"He wants to plead for Jiang Xingzhou?"

"Yes……"

Li Ren's face changed.

It was because of Siye Jiang that Emperor Zhaowu was bored all night in the study. Throughout the whole day yesterday, Concubine Yun Gui asked to see her several times, and Emperor Zhaowu had no longer indulged her in the past and ignored her.

"The Holy Master is in a bad mood, why didn't you persuade His Royal Highness Jiu to leave?" Li Ren reprimanded somewhat displeased.

The little **** was extremely wronged, "I have already talked to His Highness Nine, but His Highness Nine just won't leave."

Li Ren didn't speak any more, but after thinking about it, he walked towards Rong Ming.

Li Ren stopped in front of Rong Ming, bent down, and said with his throat: "The servant has seen His Royal Highness Nine."

"His Majesty Nine, the Sage is too determined to see anyone. Yesterday, the imperial concubine came several times, and I didn't even see the shadow of the Sage."

In the heart of Emperor Zhaowu, Concubine Yun's weight was heavier than his nine sons.

Concubine Yun Gui couldn't see it, so how could he see it?

Li Ren almost didn't put the words "retirement in the face of difficulties" on the bright side.

"If the emperor did not see me, I would have been kneeling here."

Seeing that Rong Lu seemed to have not heard his off-string sound, Li Ren frowned, his expression was the same as that of Liao Qiubai who knew that Rong Lu was going to intercede for Jiang Siye, wondering why he rushed to die.

He shook his head, his incomprehensibility turned into a sigh, "You can't see it."

Not only can it not be seen, but in exchange will touch the mold of Emperor Zhaowu, the emperor is angry, and they who are slaves will also be affected.

"This case has been settled. If you know the current affairs, go back soon."

Rong Ming's figure is still not moving, with snow hanging on his long eyelashes. With every blink, he looks very heavy. The fourth master pleaded and told me that the painting was not from the fourth master."

Li Ren couldn't understand his behavior. He stopped mixing up and walked to the kitchen to pass the meal. When he came back, he saw Rong Jianchang in place, and shook his head again.

In the previous martial arts test at the hunting ground, how impressive Rong Chen was, how disappointed he is today.

Rushing to die, where

It is something that a clear-headed person can do.

Li Ren returned to the imperial study room. Emperor Zhaowu had just got up and stood by the window.

He heard the movement of Li Ren coming back, and turned around, "Can he change?"

"Yes..." Li Ren replied bitterly.

Emperor Zhaowu's face sank.

Li Ren secretly said in a bewildered voice, and said, "The slave has already notified him and told him to go back, but he still wants to wait for your Majesty to see him."

"Continue to tell him that all the intercessors will not be seen." Emperor Zhaowu turned his head and no longer looked out of the courtyard. "Such a crime that undermines the majesty of the imperial family cannot be forgiven lightly."

Li Ren suddenly remembered what Rong Ming said, and said with no hope: "His Royal Highness said that he was not here to intercede for Siye Jiang. He said that the painting was not owned by Siye."

Emperor Zhaowu suddenly stopped his feet and squinted his eyes.

...

After a while, Rong Ming was called into the Imperial Study Room.

Unlike the emperor brothers and brothers who have been paid attention to by Emperor Zhaowu since he was a child, he only set foot in the imperial library twice in more than ten years.

One time, it was the one that was heard back from Yecheng, and the other was today.

His face was completely frozen by the wind and snow, and his body was a little trembling when he came in. Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him with anger from the bottom of his heart. More than one person came to examine the characters on this painting. No one questioned the result, but you said no. I want to listen to it. What's wrong with this painting?"

He also didn't want to deal with Jiang Xingzhou, and punished Jiang Xingzhou, I am afraid that Qin Yun will be awkward with him for a few years.

But if Jiang Xingzhou really colluded with King Jing and indulged such a person to live safely in the world, what is the dignity of the royal family?

"Is the painting in Father's place?" Rong Ming's voice was deep, "I want to take a look."

Emperor Zhaowu was cold, knocked on the table, and motioned to the **** to present the painting.

Rong Ming looked back at the painting for a while. Emperor Zhaowu said to the side: "You said that the character is not like it. It won't be of any use."

Rong Ming shook his head.

He looked down at the painting, originally just wanting to take a look, but gradually frowned.

He pressed his fingers against the silk cloth of the drawing paper, stroked it slowly, and lifted it up again with a little force, his expression moved slightly when he looked at his fingertips.

Rong Ming spread his fingers in front of Emperor Zhaowu, "The impeacher said that this painting was painted more than 20 years ago, and the signature is indeed only 22 years ago. Although the brushstrokes are deliberately light, this ink is inevitable. It’s so fresh."

Stand on your fingers without any powder.

He pressed the thumb of the other hand over the drawing paper

Butterfly, "It is reasonable to say that butterflies and poems were made when the Fourth Master was drunk, but after the butterfly's ink was rubbed with his hands, it turned into powder. This is what the ink stains should have been more than 20 years ago."

Emperor Zhaowu waved his hand and asked Li Ren to try it. Li Ren raised his hand in astonishment, "Your Majesty, that's true."

Emperor Zhaowu's face finally shook, "What do you mean..."

"The painting is a past painting, but the words on it were newly written by someone." Rong Chen rolled up the painting and said, "The impeachment person only had the words'made after drinking' in the signature of the painting. It is said that the painting and the poem were all made after being drunk, but after returning to Jinling, Si Ye didn't seem to have been drunk."

"But if it weren't for him, who could write it like this?" Emperor Zhaowu still frowned. "Even if imitated, the whole Jinling can't find a person who is so similar to his handwriting. As long as he wrote this word, whether it's two. More than ten years ago, today, it was all disrespectful."

"Things are strange." Rong Chen said sincerely, "If the audience is full of gold, and the Fourth Lord is wrong, the Emperor Fear will lose his prestige and the trust of the courtiers, and the children will enter the palace overnight if they are worried about this. "

Emperor Zhaowu was extremely concerned about face, and he hesitated as expected.

He twisted his eyebrows for a long time, and finally said with an extremely headache while propping his eyebrows: "Go check it out. If there is really someone framing someone behind his back, I will release Jiang Xingzhou."

When Li Ren sent Rong Ming out, his attitude became eager again.

Rong Ming frowned slightly.

Those words just now were just an excuse he had prepared.

Emperor Zhaowu liked fame and respected face, so he used this to persuade him.

But I never thought that this painting is really strange.

But as others have seen, the handwriting of Jiang Xingzhou is exactly like Jiang Xingzhou, except for Jiang Xingzhou himself, who can change it?

...

Jiang Lao was awakened by the coolness on his ankle.

After waking up, her head was heavy, she rolled her eyes and saw the person who was rubbing her ankle by the couch.

She suddenly sat up with a dry tongue and looked at the black figure on the side of the bed, her voice soft and weak, "Why are you here?"

She rubbed her eyes and looked outside. She obviously felt that she had slept for a long time. She didn't expect that the weather outside would be dark. Suddenly, her ankles became colder, and she shrank her feet because of the cold.

The hand rubbing her ankle is cold.

It wasn't the coolness that naturally came out of his palms, but the kind of coolness that almost chilled his bones after being buried in the snow for a long time.

Rong Ming pressed her injured ankle with his finger, and then held the snow on it. His voice said gently, "The medical book says that it is best to apply cold compresses to the injured area. The earlier the cold compress, the earlier the injury It will be better sooner."

"How much more days is this?" Jiang Lao looked at Ya Qing in Rong Ming's eyes and asked anxiously, "I occupies your bed. You are in the study room, maybe you can sleep well?"

Even after sleeping all day and night, her little face was a little pale and haggard.

"Naturally it's good." Rong Chen didn't continue to pretend to be pitiful.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, smiled indifferently, and covered up the fact that he hadn't slept all night, "It's only one day later, you can sleep for a while."

The medicine he fed her can make her fall asleep for a day and a night. After a while, he will continue to feed her and drink another bowl of medicine.

He couldn't bear her suffering any more, and when things came to an end, it would be better to let her fall asleep peacefully.

Today, he has turned over the inside of Jinling City and west of the Qinhuai River, and there is no one who can learn Siye Jiang's handwriting exactly like it, and even no one can look like it.

But it is not impossible.

He is not a person who only walks in the right way.

If no fraudster can be found, at least a scapegoat must be found.

Jiang Lao's eyes dangled, and through the door that was blown open by the wind, he caught a glimpse of the snow on the snowy ground outside.

Only one day later, the snow outside has become so thick?

Rong Chen got up and closed the door. After returning, he fed Jiang Lao again and took some medicine.

Her little head was drooping, her face a little reluctant. Rong Zhao coaxed her and said, "You will get better sooner if you drink the medicine.

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes, obediently held the bowl, and drank the bowl of medicine.

But after Rong Ming left, he got up from the bed, ran to the door, pinched his throat, and quietly vomited halfway.

But the few mouthfuls of medicine she swallowed, the effect of the medicine started quickly, and her head began to get a little groggy again, grabbed the snow and pushed the snow into her neck, and finally became sober.