I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Through a layer of mist, Jiang Lao could see that the person who came over was Rong Ming.

It wasn't Ming Shao.

As someone who has slept on the same couch and slept together, Jiang Lao has a calm and calm attitude. In addition, she is wearing a white coat and is underwater. There is nothing to be ashamed or scared to be afraid of. She opened her eyes. Watching Rong Cheng's movements quietly.

He set up a small table along the edge, with wine cups and plums, her sight was gradually attracted to her, she was a little unclear by the fog, she knew water, and swam under the water twice. The case got closer, his head was exposed on the water, his eyes stuck to the plum, he lifted his chin, and asked, "Don't you let me drink?"

"It's not just that altar."

Rong Ming's gaze slowly turned to her, his eyes were soft, his eyes were smiling, and the gesture of placing a tea cup toward the small case made Jiang Lao feel familiar.

She tilted her head in a panic, thinking that he...like a maid serving her.

She was wearing a white coat. Although nothing was exposed, the coat under the water appeared clear after being moistened by water. It vaguely allowed people to see the color of her skin, which was as white as a cloud and was moisturized with pearls. .

Rong Ming looked at her, his eyes were softened by the mist, and no one else could see the desire in his eyes.

He sat on the edge of the pool and handed the plum and wine to the little girl who was soaking in the pool, keeping the rules, and when he passed it, he would not touch her fingertips.

The mist is floating around Tangchi, the walls and the rockery in the center of the pool are covered with water vapor, like a fairyland, the pool is not shallow, but Jiang Lao is good at water, even if he doesn't need to put his hands on the edge of the pool, he can move freely, she picks it up. After receiving the wine and plums that Rong Zhen gave her, he stretched out his hand and took the initiative to fish for plums from the small table.

It turned out that he was bringing her wine and plums.

Then she doesn't have to worry about him just not letting her drink.

Jiang Lao got up, bit a few plums that had been soaked in wine, and ate his teeth sour. Finally, he ate a few and stopped eating. He just wanted to be satisfied with his mouth and abdomen. He lay on the edge of the pool, and his limbs were comfortable. When she got up, she raised her head and saw that Rong Yuhuan did not leave here, but just guarded her. She had the core of the last plum, a little distressed for his stupid temperament who didn't know how to play, and she swam next to him and asked He said, "In a moment, do you want to take a dip in the pool?"

Rong Ming raised his eyebrows lightly, did not nod or shook his head, his eyes remained focused on her.

The little girl's face blushed as if it were ripe, natural and clear red,

Yanli is much more touching than when she was put on rouge.

He suddenly laughed, and his low voice passed around the water vapor and reached Jiang Lao's ears.

"Before, why did you care about Shu Daren's daughter every year?"

Jiang Lao didn’t know why he mentioned Daren Shu’s girl at this time, but with his words, he remembered the scene where Daren Shu’s daughter stood in front of Rong Zhao that day. The girl was full of admiration, she thought at that time The person in Miss Shu's eyes is him...

"I'm afraid she will marry you."

She already knew about Miss Shu, she had misunderstood it, but in the future, someone might marry her own girl to him thinking of ways. She felt a little depressed when she thought of this.

That's not good, that's not right.

Rong Chen just said a word, and then hooked out the domineering in her bones.

When she was awake, her mind was clear that kindness is kindness, like or like, it wasn't that she helped him and then gave the affection, he must be able to repay him affectionately, she thought so much at that time, really got this kind of mystery. She was confused and even a little bit like when she was drunk and went crazy, how could she say something more generous, her wet arm stretched out from the water, her fingertips leaned in and poked him lightly, "The one who helped you it's me."

"I am the one who is going to marry you." Her eyelashes have been wet with mist, and the corners of her eyes are pink due to the steaming. It looks red at the corners of her eyes. He himself said that he belongs to her, so why change to Tishu Adult's daughter? "You can only be mine." She said, her voice a little anxious and even got into crying.

Rong Chen was taken aback for a moment, bent down and hugged her out of the water, wrapped her wet body in his coat, and hugged her in his arms.

He wanted to force her to say a few words of truth.

It's just that she didn't expect her emotions to be agitated like this.

He was subdued at once, and he didn't want to make any more words from her. What was she thinking about him, when was guilt compensation, and when she began to have love, he always saw clearly, he just saw too much The human heart is cunning and changeable, and I am afraid that she will change in the future.

His fingers were always as warm as jade, and gently patted Jiang Lao's back.

Jiang Lao didn't have much temper in those words, but was slightly temperamental. He followed her in this way, and her temperament did not drop, but rose up a little bit. He gave a light glutinous "hum", fingers Grasping firmly by the corner of his clothes.

She drank the wine, ate the plums that had been soaked in wine, and soaked in the soup again. Her body was as soft as boneless, and most of her sanity flew away. She was already half asleep, and she stretched out her hand instinctively. In his palm, he wanted him to hold her hand, as if willing to be close to him.

Rong Ming's fingers stiffened, and then closed. He wanted to induce her to do something, but when he saw her in front of him, he changed his mind to follow her in advance.

The exchange is really dying.

Thirty-six tricks were so well-acquainted with her heart, and when the tricks reached her, she changed her face. She failed to conquer the city. Instead, he himself lost the city first.

He waited for the little girl's breathing in his arms to become symmetrical, stood up, and hugged her on the stone couch. He was on the side without any movement. At this moment, he was really restraining her salute.

The stone couch was covered with warm quilts. Although Jiang Lao recognized the bed, she was surrounded by the smell of medicine that made her feel familiar and reassuring. She still slept peacefully and even had a short dream.

In the deep cold night in the dream, snow flew down, and white snow covered the eaves and treetops. The man in the crane cloak was sitting in a wheelchair, not knowing what he was holding in his hand, the back of his hand was full of blue veins, and his eyes were scarlet.

Jiang Lao's heart seemed to be tightened. When he was being propped up to feed the hangover soup, he opened his eyes and looked at Rong Ming who was feeding her hangover soup with a spoon in front of him, and his arms stretched tightly. Neck, hold tightly.

Rong Chen's stature became stiff, and his hand holding the spoon shook. The hangover soup in the spoon overturned more than half and wet the warm quilt on the stone couch.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

When Jiang Lao spoke, her voice was a little low, with palpitations and fear, she whispered: "I had a nightmare."

"What dream?"

"Dreaming that your leg injury will not heal."

Jiang Lao's voice was low and sad, but Rong Ming smiled faintly.

No matter how miserable he lives, others are sympathetic at best, and she is the only one who will treat his legs as a nightmare.

He took her hand and put it on his lap, "It's just a nightmare."

There are two long scars on his two legs, which are covered by cloth. It is invisible that he has been seriously injured.

Jiang Lao pursed her lips. After a good change, her dreams will no longer be related to future events.

She didn't want to see him become what she was in her dreams.

She shifted her head, resting on his heart, listening to his heartbeat quietly with her ears, and suddenly realized where it was.

Tangchi was originally lit up all night, but at this moment there was only one lamp left. It was burning quietly in the southwest corner of the house. Jiang Lao was relieved of the alcohol and became drunk. His mind gradually cleared up, and he remembered where it was. The memories of the bathing time were returned to the basket.

She also remembered the words she said while holding him.

Jiang Lao's heart tightened, and he suddenly raised a hand to cover his face, too ashamed. He brought wine and plums when she was in the soup. She unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

He just mentioned Master Tishu’s daughter, and she made a fuss like this...

She turned over and did not dare to look at the people she had bullied. Behind her, Rong Chen turned her back and turned her face toward him again. She was a petite little girl lying in his arms. He can only look at her by looking down.

Although condescending, his eyes are clear and innocent, "I did something wrong?"

Jiang Lao shook his head abruptly, paused for a long time, and finally confessed his fierceness, "Just those words..."

She was about to say that she was drunk and crazy, but she suddenly had a meal.

She knew very well in her heart that what she said through her wine was all true.

I'm just ashamed to say it when I'm awake.

"Although it was said after drunk, but you can take it seriously."

She said cheeky.

Slender fingers stretched out, a little uneasy, grabbing the fabric of his clothes casually, not knowing where they were.

Rong Lu grinned and raised his hand to hold Jiang Lao's hand that grabbed the placket of his chest. The action of inserting his fingers into her fingers was a bit of a flirtation, "Which words?"

"It's you who helped me, and you can only marry me."

"It's me and you alone."

He repeated his breath slowly, word by word, making Jiang Lao feel embarrassed. After a light nod, his fingers couldn't help but flinch back, hiding behind, and Rong Ming slowly got up, his palm pressed against Jiang Jiang. Rao's hand moved up, moved to the collar of his shirt, pressed her finger on the collar of his shirt, and pressed her finger down a bit.

But at this moment, he stopped his movements and attached to Jiang Luo's ears. When he was muttering something, he pressed Jiang Luo's fingers and continued to press down, "But at this moment, I seem to be a young person. Um?"

His voice was low and inviting, and Jiang Lao's heart trembled suddenly, and her heart numb. She hadn't seen this kind of battle before, and opened her eyes to see Rong Ming.

After he finished speaking, he leaned up slightly, ink hair flowing behind him.

The only dim light burning in the room, the dim light passed through the whole pond filled with water vapor, and hit his face, with red lips and black hair, and the slight smile on the thin lips seemed to be thrown out. Bait, and his eyes stopped moving when he stared at her, as if to induce her to promise him something, Jiang Lao bit his lip, his fingers slid down along the trajectory just hinted by him, and opened up. His clothes.

#此有车#

#This car drove to the Jinjiang toll area on the way to Qiu Ming Mountain, so it stopped and couldn't drive anymore#

...

Originally, the soup pool was full of water vapor and mist, and Jiang Lao's body became hot due to steaming. During the period, his body was sweaty, and his eyes were tears. It seemed that he could get out of water.

While humming with tears in his eyes, Jiang Lao wanted to cover his ears when he heard his voice.

There is living spring water in the pond, which is convenient for cleaning.

But Jiang Lao was already dazed, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Lao's body ached.

She moved and thought of getting up, her waist was sore, not only did she have no strength to lift, but she was so sore that Jiang Lao "hissed" and frowned.

She raised her eyes slightly and saw that the man in front of her was sleeping very heavily, and she didn't know where she was getting angry and confused.

Originally, after listening to what the mother had told her, she thought about it, even if this matter between men and women can be done with him, he should become weak in the end.

How could it be that she was so tired that she died of anger at first, as if she hadn't seen the sunshine in the grass for more than ten days.

Even if she didn't have much experience, she gradually realized that what the mother who taught her before marriage was all wrong.

She no longer had to worry about whether his body recovered well or not.

This tossing **** is better than her if he doesn't recover.

She licked her lips, dangling, stretched out her hand to rub her waist, although the pain is not too painful, it is so tired.

It took her a lot of effort to sit up, and only after she got up did she find that Rong Chen was also awake.

She didn't know when he woke up, but when she noticed him, his eyes stopped on her.

The sight is quiet and obedient.

There is no such thing as disobedient and tossing people at night.

Jiang Lao felt a little aggrieved. When she thought that he was the one who caused her to suffer, she had the urge to throw the pillow under her head and throw him into a face.

But looking at his beautiful and flawless face, she was a little bit reluctant to let her fall the pillow.

If this face is broken, she feels more distressed than anyone else.

What's more, she solved his clothes first last night.

He just asked, and she went along with the flow.

Jiang Lao regrets a bit, knowing that she will be so tired this time, she was confused by the male **** for a while, and she should not be impulsive.

The waist suddenly tightened. She looked down and saw Rong Ming's long arms stretched out and wanted to take her into his arms. When she thought of his appearance in the night, she wanted to avoid him. She was too sour and too late to hide. Instead, let him Successfully held her in his arms.

He put his arms on her waist and hugged him, his head moved over, resting on the waist of the little girl who already belonged to him, and closed his eyes as if he was refreshing.

Jiang Laohuan had never seen him look such a comfortable and relaxed appearance, and the curvature of his thin lips seemed to be unable to fall.

What she wanted to say, when she really opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little dumb, and she stopped talking when she said the word "you". She raised her hand to press her throat and arm. Only when he was lifted into the air, he was grabbed back by Rong Chen and held it in his hand.

He rubbed Jiang Lao's waist with some satisfaction and dissatisfaction. When he looked up at Jiang Lao slightly, he did not see the crazy appearance in the night, obedient and innocent. He sighed and said to Jiang Lao: is you."

Jiang Lao: "..."

His inexplicable sigh made her feel that he regretted it?

In other words, implying that she is taking responsibility?

She lowered her eyes and glanced at his rubbing appearance, feeling like the latter. There was no way to take him for a while, so being held by him, suddenly remembered the things that have puzzled her for a long time since last night. .

"Why are you..."

She cleared her throat, hesitated a few times, and finally asked, "Why are you so...so..."

This is too shame to ask, she can't say half of it.

The things she knew were taught by the mother, and they were very good on paper, but he was much better than her.

But if he had any experience in other places, he would be bored by being touched by others, and even the little servant around him would not want to wait in close proximity... She didn't believe it either.

Rong Ming smiled, smiling like a star, tilted his head and looked up at her, "Does this praise me every year?"

Jiang Lao couldn't help it anymore, and finally threw the pillow on his face.

Rong Chen drew away with a faint smile, and took the frustrated little girl back into his arms. When she looked at her smiling, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were spoiled, "When fighting, some people in the barracks always like to say something bad./// /talk."

When Jiang Lao heard the words, his brows tightened suddenly, "Did you let them go to the unclean place?"

"No." Rong Ming's ears were red, and he pressed her head with long fingers and brought it into his arms, "Just...think about it."

"What do you think?"

Not long after Jiang Lao finished the question, he regretted it, because Rong Chen suddenly pressed her ear, lowered his voice and said two words to her, "With you."

That place in Huaizhou

The environment is difficult, and some people really want to take him to a place to have fun, and Xi Zimo even wants to send a woman to his account.

He didn't touch the woman sent by Xi Zimo. He just listened to what some unobtrusive people in the barracks said, and gradually learned something.

Jiang Lao's ears seemed to be burning. He wanted to hide out of his arms and moved restlessly. Rong Ming's breathing gradually became heavy, and he sighed again, a little weak and pitiful, "Poor and pity me every year. OK?"

He took her by the hand, and his movements didn't seem to use much force at all, but in fact he didn't give her a chance to escape at all.

Jiang Lao once again understood how unreliable the words of the mother in the palace that her aunt found for her were really unreliable.

She shouldn't be obsessed with her heart and take the initiative to untie his clothes.

...

Fairview Palace.

The long-term confinement made Jiahe empress’s face gradually depressed and ugly. At first, she changed there and thought that Emperor Zhaowu would be reluctant to come to see her, and change to the idea of ​​dressing up. After a long time, no matter how long you wait, you can’t wait to see Emperor Zhaowu. , She gradually died.

Originally she deceived others, behaving gentle and virtuous, and won praise, but now she is deceived by Emperor Zhaowu. When she thinks of the appearance that she is really indulging in the false tenderness given by Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe is very terrible.

Not only hates himself, but also hates Emperor Zhaowu.

The seventeenth prince secretly walked in from the back door of Jinxiu Palace to look at her, watching Empress Jiahe lay haggardly on the table, her face pale and eyes closed, like a dead person, his face was distressed and unbearable, and he whispered softly, "Mother Queen" ."

Queen Jiahe slowly raised her eyes and saw that it was the 17th prince. She immediately coughed, grabbed the 17th prince's hand, and confirmed: "Now that Fengyin really has been in Qin Yun's hands?"

The seventeenth prince nodded slowly.

Queen Jiahe was ashes.

She had heard the news a long time ago from the palace population who was serving in the Fairview Palace, but she didn't want to believe it.

The tree felled monkey Sun San, the palace servants who had served in the Fairview Palace had already left. Apart from the loyal servants, those who were left behind were those who were not wanted in other palaces, and their attitude was no longer as respectful as in the past. .

Jia and the Queen knew very well in their hearts that they were all watching how she would end up in the end. Once she was completely down and down, these ant-like minions would dare to come to her and ridicule.

She shuddered when she thought of that scene, shook her head desperately, grabbed the 17th prince's arm, and said, "Yuan'er, you must find a way to prevent your grandfather from having trouble."

The seventeenth prince's face sank, and he whispered: "Dali Temple has sent someone to Youzhou."

He clenched his fist, a little annoyed, "But my grandfather is not the only one in Beijing who trains the dead! Why is my father only staring at my grandfather?"

The queen looked out and saw that no one was eavesdropping, and then said to the seventeenth prince: "Since you know who also trains the dead, you know their handle."

"Knowing a person's handle, you can hold that person."

Queen Jiahe had a cold tone. The Seventeenth Prince understood what she meant and nodded and said, "Those people can only stand on our side, for my use."

Seeing that he understood her meaning, Jiahe Queen finally showed a sense of relief in his eyes.

Even if the phoenix seal in her hand is taken away, as long as she changes alive and her son can fight for her, then she will be the most respected woman in Da Zhao.

The seventeenth prince suddenly called, "Mother Queen."

Queen Jiahe looked at him, and the seventeenth prince summoned the courage to say: "My father has been ill in recent days, and my son wants to see him, but I am afraid that the mother will be disappointed..."

Empress Jiahe's eyes became softer immediately. She was extremely disgusted with Emperor Zhaowu in her heart, but with a gentle smile on her face, "Even if the saint punishes this palace, Yuan'er should not be sad for the queen and blame your father."

She straightened out her messy sideburns. The arrival of the 17th prince gave her face a bit of life. When she thought of the scenery and pride when the 17th prince became the queen mother in the future, her lips even smiled faintly. Get up, "If your father is very ill, you will take care of him overnight. You must make your father feel that you are the purest and most filial person among the princes, especially if you can't let your elder brother gain the upper hand."

Speaking of Rong Chen, she still had hatred in her heart.

If she was caught off guard and caught in the trap he set up, how could she fall to where she is now? My father wouldn't be so hurried and pressed by him step by step.

It's really hateful.

There was a certain certainty in her eyes, "You are the one who grew up in front of your father, and he will love you even more."

As for Rong Chen, from the time he was born to the year he injured his legs, he had hardly seen Emperor Zhaowu several times. How did he compare with her Yuan'er?

...

After the 17th prince left the Jinxiu Palace, he went to the palace of Emperor Zhaowu according to the advice of Empress Jiahe.

After waiting outside the palace, there was no time to report, but Li Ren stopped him.