I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The fourth prince's face suddenly changed, and he raised his leg and hit Wang Zhou's back with a kick.

It took a lot of effort.

There was a heavy muffled sound.

Wang Zhou's body fell straight to the ground and fainted.

The fourth prince breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the corners of his robe, and quickly knelt in front of the emperor.

The four princes secretly raised their eyes and looked at Emperor Zhaowu, and saw that Emperor Zhaowu's face was like a thick cloud, and his face was gloomy.

He gritted his teeth secretly, his brows deepened.

He shouldn't have been involved in this matter.

Nai He Jia and the Queen arranged for him to come.

Queen Jiahe is his cousin's aunt, who is both glorious and prosperous with him.

At this time, he realized the deep meaning that Jia and the Queen had to let him come.

If he weren't there today, he would be replaced by another official. In exchange, the Diaomin named Wang Zhou would stabbed Lou Zi!

He reacted in time and knocked him out with one kick before Wang Zhou succeeded.

"Flat yourself." Emperor Zhaowu said.

The four princes stood up, gestured to the yavier with his eyes, and told him to drag out Wang Zhou who had fainted. He himself followed the Emperor Zhaowu, respectfully, and concerned: "Father, the emperor has everything to do, why did you think of going to the children? Come?"

Emperor Zhaowu said, "I'll take a look at Xiao Jiu's case."

The four princes were startled, but said: "The father wanted to come and have a look, but he didn't notify the sons and ministers. Instead, he asked the Diaomin to find a vacancy, and he almost shocked his father's dragon body."

Doubts arose in my heart.

His father was enthroned when he was young, and after he was enthroned, he cleared the surplus of the party and was in charge of the government. Those of them who are princes may only be able to look at their father from afar at the banquet all year round.

The child of the unfavored concubine did not even have the opportunity to take a look at his father at the banquet.

It's like a child without a father.

What's more, Emperor Zhaowu is not a person who pays attention to the affection of his children. He is indifferent and conceited. He rarely puts energy on his children. He has nearly 20 children, and some children have never seen him from birth to death.

In his father's heart, Rong Chen should have been an obscure son who would not even draw attention to his death.

Compared with the children who died early, he only had one more life.

Why did the father pay attention to Rong Ming today?

Emperor Zhaowu said, "I just thought of it suddenly."

After reading Qin Lian’s letter, he put it aside, but when he had nothing to do, he remembered the agreement he had made with the foreign envoys who came for a few days ago. There are not many memorials today. After the approval, when he has nothing to do, I remembered Rong Ming.

It's just that Emperor Zhaowu squinted his eyes for a while, but even his ninth son's appearance was a bit vague.

I only vaguely remembered that he looked a lot like his mother and looked very good.

If others have their own color, they can bear a good word.

It's a pity that his life is also the same. One was bloodied and died while giving birth, and the other was severely injured by an arrow during hunting.

Emperor Zhaowu suddenly felt annoyed.

If Rong Chen's legs are sluggish, when Di Qiang pays the tribute next year, it will be his face that will fall.

Emperor Zhaowu's face was deep, and he asked the four princes, "I clearly arranged you at the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Why did you judge this case in the Criminal Ministry today?"

The four princes received the Queen’s advice and prepared the answers to the point that they were not leaking, “The nine brothers have been bullied, and the sons and ministers have been concerned about hearing the case personally, so that they can rest assured.”

The emperor nodded, remembering that the queen was the cousin of the four princes, and Rong Chen was raised under the queen's knee. The two brothers had better personal relationships, but it was normal, so there was no suspicion.

The four princes loosened their hearts and lowered their eyes humbly, calling his cousin aunt with clever wrists. He had anticipated his father's return early and made him ready.

Emperor Zhaowu asked at this time, "Then what happened to the person who called out injustice just now?"

The fourth prince said: "That man is a rascal, so the wicked should sue first. If he bullied Xiao Jiu, the son will not spare him lightly!"

The expression gritted his teeth.

Emperor Zhaowu frowned when he heard the overwhelming anger in his tone, "If you are going to try this case, I am afraid that the people outside will talk about it and say that you are partial to your brother, which is unfair."

"Come here." Emperor Zhaowu called the **** next to him, "Send my verbal order to move this case to Cui Li's assistant, and try again tomorrow before making a judgment."

The **** smiled and agreed, "The emperor is well thought out, and the servant will do it now."

The four princes were taken aback for a moment.

It was completely unexpected.

Substitution for trial?

It's the most upright minister in the Criminal Ministry, Cui Li?

If it was replaced by Cui Li, there would be no room for him and the queen to control.

It is very likely that you will not be able to hide things about deducting monthly money and ill-treatment.

Like a bucket of ice water pouring from head to toe in a cold day, the four princes stayed in place for a while, at a loss as if they were frozen.

Emperor Zhaowu rubbed his temples and moved to the outside of the hall.

He was thinking about the next year's competition with Fanbang, and he wanted to spare time to see Rong Ming in person to see how well he recovered from his injury, and don't let him lose face next year.

…

Wang Zhou was escorted to Jinling. Jiang Lao couldn't get news from him for a while, so he placed hope in his dream.

As a result, the more she thought about what she wanted to dream about, when she really dreamed, it didn't unfold as she expected.

She dreamed of the last thing.

Not what she had experienced, but what happened when Rong Ming was a child.

In the dream, colorful lights are hung up everywhere, it is very lively, it should be during the festival.

All the children are wearing new clothes, one by one, happy, running around laughing and laughing.

Rong Chen wore a shabby gown, incompatible with the people around him. His small body was tucked behind a tree, his head tilted, his eyes open, and he was secretly watching.

His eyes are not as carefree as children of the same age, they are full of envy and doubts.

Why do other children have everything.

He has nothing.

…

Outside, there was a sudden noisy sound.

It was Ming Shao who was talking, "Little Master, you come back half an hour late, the girl hasn't woke up yet."

Jiang Lao rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, took a cloak to bed, and walked outside. As soon as he opened the curtain, a soft ball fell on her thigh.

The little dumpling rejoiced: "Sister Awoke up."

Holding something in his hand, he kept shouting: "Sister, sister, help me some cinnabar."

Jiang Lao stabilized his younger brother, looked at the cinnabar box in his hand, and asked in some confusion, "Some cinnabar?"

Ming Shao came in and said, "Girl, today is a festival in Yecheng. It's a spring festival. Some cinnabar and sweets mean a whole year of sweetness and peace."

Jiang Jinxing, who was lying on Jiang Lao's knees, pouted and began begging her, milky and horizontal, "I want sweetness, I want peace, all!"

She was amused by his eager appearance, opened the cinnabar box, wiped a finger of cinnabar, and pressed it in the middle of his forehead.

Because of this little red face, the big fat peanut-like face of the little round has the festive look of the blessing doll in the New Year picture.

Jiang Jinxing ran to the bronze mirror and took a look, and was extremely satisfied.

He ran back to Jiang Lao again, and his chubby fingers stretched out to help her some cinnabar, "I also want to give Sister A's peace."

Ordered cinnabar, he was completely satisfied and ran out to play.

Ming Shao went out and came back from the outside with an oil paper bag in her hand. Jiang Lao asked her, "What is this in your hand?"

Ming Shao weighed the oily paper bag, "No

Knowing who sent it, there is a handwritten prescription on it, which is to reduce the bruises. Ask the doctor in the house to see that the prescription is a good prescription, and the medicine is also a good medicine. It is not a mess. The doctor asked me to bring it to the girl. "

She said: "The girl's skin is white and delicate. If there is a scar, the slave and maid will feel distressed. This medicine does not need to be taken orally, and it is not bitter. The girl should not hide it."

Jiang Lao knew that she was saying that she was hiding from drinking medicine, and her ear tips were red. He took the prescription and took a look at it. He saw the pen with dragons and snakes, and the iron painted silver hooks. They were very sharp, making her writing like a dog crawling. Endlessly, "This word is so beautiful."

"No, show this word to the master, maybe he will say it looks pretty."

Jiang Siye’s calligraphy has reached its peak and has become a faction. No one can match him in Da Zhao. Once a scroll of calligraphy and painting reached a restaurant, the owner of the restaurant exchanged joy and said that he had made a profit.

Talented, it is inevitable to have the problem of being arrogant and narcissistic, and dismissive of other people's words.

Jiang Lao didn't answer Ming Shao's words. She felt that although she said the word was pretty, she might not be able to make her dad love it.

After all, she had never heard her father say that someone else's words were good-looking.

She gave the prescription to Ming Shao, "Let's put it away, I will thank you again when I know who it is in the future."

The street was noisy and there was a festive atmosphere, Jiang Lao couldn't help but think of the dream just now.

Looking at the child who was hiding behind the tree, as if being abandoned, she hoped that she could go back in time and hug the lonely poor little one.

She sighed softly and said to Ming Shao: "Help me prepare cinnabar and caramel, I am going to the west of the city."

…

The roar of children all over the street.

This year's Spring Festival is much more lively than in previous years. The snow has turned and the weather is warm, which is a sign that Yecheng is about to be unblocked, and the city is celebrated.

On the street, the child lay in the arms of an adult asking for candy, and when he got the candy, he yelled happily.

Rong Ming's house was surrounded by silence and desolation.

There was a medical book on the table. He was sitting in a wheelchair, pressing his palms and rubbing his injured leg according to the method on the medical book.

His brow furrowed deep, and a crease was printed between his brows. It was obviously painful, but he endured it.

The sound of the street fell into his ears one after another, Rong Ming's eyes were lingering, and the window was closed.

The noisy voice became softer, and his impatience was suppressed a little.

I was stupid when I was a child, and I looked forward to the holiday when I changed my club.

I want new clothes, I want gifts that other children have, even if it's just a blessing.

But then he saw clearly, a worthless prince, even

There is no qualification to get a blessing.

No matter what is worthless, he doesn't deserve to have it.

Rong Chen's eyebrows were filled with irritability again, his narrow and long eyes narrowed, and the peak of his eyebrows contained sharp hostility.

Suddenly, there was a sound of knocking on the door.

Those who often knocked on his door during the year were nothing more than the rascal kids in the west of the city who smashed his door with a stone, trying to lure him out, so that they could laugh and relieve their boredom.

Rong Chen didn't plan to open the door.

Those children couldn't knock on the door, threw a few stones in it, and soon became bored and left.

He waited patiently for the knock on the door to disappear, but although there was a pause in the middle of the knock, it quickly rang again.