I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming's brows habitually closed, but they slowly unfolded. Whatever he thought of, his anxiety was gradually suppressed.

If it weren't for those kids, would it be her?

She promised that he would come to him.

He closed the medical book and controlled the wheelchair with both hands and walked out, but because of implied impatience, he lost the usual slowness in his movements, and the wheel slammed on the threshold.

Jiang Lao knocked on the door, and it took a long time for him to open the door for her, thinking about his legs and feet, so he didn't worry, and waited with ten percent patience.

At this time, she thought, it would be fine if he knew his name, but she remembered that in the dream he did not allow her to know his identity, maybe his birth was a taboo for him, she didn’t want to mention it at this time. Make him unhappy.

She waited patiently, but she heard a bang inside.

It's like someone fell down.

Although separated by a door, Jiang Lao seemed to see the scene of Rong Chen leaning back over his chair in the yard.

Because she couldn't see how miserable and miserable the scene she imagined in her head, she was anxious to push the door directly, and at this moment, the door opened.

Without the force of the door to catch her, she threw herself into the air, staggered, and stood still, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Rong Ming, "Are you okay?"

When I spoke, I realized that I was very close to him, with his hands pressed on his chest.

Jiang Lao had never been so close to a boy face to face before, and he could even feel the ups and downs of his heartbeat under his palm, and hurriedly moved his hand away.

She took out her entire arm calmly and took a step back, "Are you okay? I just heard that you fell."

The slender circled between his fingers escaped, Rong Ming's eyes were inadvertently darkened, his finger bones curled up slightly, and the palms of his hands were empty.

"It's not in the way." He retracted his hand and said quietly: "I'm used to it."

got used to?

Is that really knocked down?

Change more than just once?

Jiang Lao frowned deeply.

The legs were clearly on him, but his expression didn't show any pain, but it was her with a distressed face.

She ran behind him and pushed the wheelchair, "Don't move by yourself, I will push you in."

"Um."

After entering the house, Jiang Lao squatted in front of him, raised his eyes, and looked at him with concern, "You just fell. Is there any pain from the fall?"

Rong Ming shook his head.

The young man in front of her looked more gloomy than the little figure hiding behind the tree in her dream, and lost all hope. The two figures overlapped, and Jiang Lao's heart was even more sour.

No one would listen to it if it hurts, so I learned how to endure it.

She held the caramel in her arms to him, "I'll bring you candy."

The milky white caramel was sprinkled with a layer of frosting, and the sugar body was soft. When it was taken out, there was a hint of cool sweetness in the air.

"Very sweet." Jiang Lao said.

However, Rong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a feeling of disgust in his eyes.

He dislikes sweetness very much.

When I was a child, I was hungry and hated. I was looking for something to eat in the room, but I was caught by a sweet smell. I accidentally turned out a few square cakes sprinkled with icing at the foot of the wall.

The square cake is cold, but for a child who has been hungry for a few days, it is still an irresistible temptation.

But there is rat poison in the square cake.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he saw a pile of dead bugs on the side before biting down, it made him suspicious, he would have died.

Later, I overheard the mother's speech, that the square cake was put there deliberately by the queen, posing as if he was going to kill the mouse, but he was hungry for a few days and put these square cakes filled with rat medicine to lure him.

If he really eats it, he will be poisoned and die within an hour.

After he died, some people would say that the child was greedy, and died of eating the medicine rat's recipe by mistake. The queen shed a few tears pretendingly, and everyone will pity her for the loss of an adopted son. And he was just a fool so stupid that he couldn't distinguish between snacks for people and snacks for mice.

Since then, he has learned a truth, whether the truth is true or false, is in the hands of the people at the top of the power. The rich and powerful people sit back and relax, and the powerless and powerful people have the same fate as the weak mouse.

Since then, I am particularly disgusted with the taste of sweetness.

Jiang Lao saw his face cold and reluctant. Although he didn't quite understand that someone could resist the sweets, he put a sugar bag in his arms instead. My maid told me that if you want to eat sweets, it will be sweet for the next year."

What Jiang Lao thought was that she has younger brothers, fathers and mothers. Even if the year to come will be bitter and sweet, she will be accompanied by family members. Unlike him, she is alone and alone. Instead, she will suffer less. good.

"I didn't change it myself. You can eat one piece first."

Rong Chen's expression changed reluctantly, but in her begging gaze, she pinched a loamy candy in her palm.

The snow-white frosting touched his fingertips, and his brows were even deeper, and he glanced at her.

Jiang Lao herself actually wanted to eat a little bit, but she looked at him and urged: "You eat."

I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that her eyes were looking at him... as if looking at her younger brother, younger than her?

Obviously he is obviously older than her.

He swallowed the sugar down, his forehead suddenly felt cold.

When he raised his eyes, Jiang Lao withdrew his hand and smiled at him with his lips bent.

The smile is particularly good-looking, but it seems that he has done something wrong, and his smile is squinted, with a hint of flattery.

Rong Ming raised his finger to touch his forehead, and listened to her to stop him very quickly, "Don't!"

Jiang Lao prevented Rong Chen from destroying the cinnabar seal between his forehead.

She was worried about his dislike of being approached by others, so she didn't dare to directly ask him if he could order. She was afraid that if he asked first and then ordered, even if he agreed, she would stare at his eyes and her hands would tremble.

So he dared to chop first and then played it once, taking advantage of it, quickly clicked it, giving him a good time, and also a good time to himself.

The action was awkward and fast.

Jiang Lao glanced at him more.

The red color is too much for him, and the delicate features are embellished by the vermilion between the foreheads, and his already beautiful eyebrows and eyes appear to be close to the point of disaster in an instant. The picturesque coquettishness is incomparable with others.

However, his complexion was pale and cold, and his eyes were dark and narrow. Even though he was brilliant, his temperament was full of coldness and an inaccessible sense of distance.

People can actually see this level well.

No wonder her face-savvy mother asked her every day, why didn't she invite him to the house every day.

Such a beauty, if she doesn't speak, and puts it there, she's more pleasing to the eye, and looks better than a flower.

The beauty coughed slightly.

Jiang Lao came back to his senses and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Finally came the stage of chopping first and playing later.

"I just ordered a grain of cinnabar in the center of your forehead."

"This is a holiday custom." She spoke slowly, her heart changed, she was sweaty in her palms, stretched out her fingertips, and touched the grain of cinnabar on her forehead, and explained. "In the center of the forehead, light cinnabar to ward off evil spirits and pray for peace."

She said: "I heard from the maid that I would buy a Kongming lantern at the night lantern show, write a wish in the lantern, and put it in the sky. If God sees your wish, it will help you realize it."

When she spoke, she was full of vigor, and when she said two words, she seemed to have seen her wish come true. She smiled sweetly, and the small pear vortex was looming.

She actually

Then exchange these.

Rong Ming couldn't tell whether it was envy or self-deprecating.

He didn't believe it.

At a young age, when he was hungry, and when he was locked in a small dark room, he also bowed his head and prayed to the gods.

However, the gods had never heard his voice.

Jiang Lao finished speaking slowly, and looked up at him, "At night, I will take you to set the lantern, OK?"

In his slightly cool eyes, she said seriously: "I want to pray for you."

She wanted to give him everything that the kid hiding behind the tree admired and longed for.

He also has sweet candy, cinnabar, Kongming lanterns, what others can have.

Rong Ming's fingers tightened slightly while holding the bag of caramel.

During the fourteen years, all the festivals and excitement belonged to others.

In 14 years, there has never been a person who sincerely hopes that he will be safe and happy.

He opened his mouth. For some reason, his throat was astringent and his voice was hoarse, "Okay."

…

The dungeon is as cold as a gutter.

Wang Zhou hadn't slept for several nights, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were congested to a terrible degree.

He kept thinking about what he would say in the courtroom tomorrow to minimize his guilt.

It's best to transfer all the mistakes to Empress Jiahe.

But that is the mother of a country...

Wang Zhou gritted his teeth, his heart was full of evil. Even if it was a mother of a country, he couldn’t afford to offend him. There would be nothing he could do. If he didn’t pour dirty water on her, he would be hit by the board. He was all exiled!

Suddenly a small cluster of light ignited, and it quickly extinguished.

In the darkness, there seemed to be shaking figures.

Wang Zhou heard two rows of jumbled footsteps.

The footsteps were very soft, echoing in the empty dungeon, making his scalp numb.

At this moment, a cold, deliberately lowered voice reached his ear and said gloomily: "You are Wang Zhou."

Wang Zhou turned to look at the source of the sound like a cold thorn, his expression suddenly became terrified.