I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Without blinking, Rong Ming watched his guard stab the sword on the person before turning around, holding Jiang Lao with his head in his arms, and boarding the carriage.

The roadblocker was subdued by the dark guards brought by Rong Zhen.

The road gave way, and Wu Que drove a horse-drawn carriage towards the city of Jinling.

...

Inside the carriage.

When Jiang Lao touched the stool, his body immediately shuddered.

She clenched the purse's hand, always clenched tightly, Rong Ming squatted down, broke her fingers one by one, opened the purse and saw what was inside, the white powder...it was a drug.

He had noticed the extra purse and dagger on her body shortly after returning to Beijing. He knew that she wanted to protect herself, but he never thought about the reason for him.

He knew that it was not a good thing for her to associate with him, and she knew it in her heart.

She knew in her heart, but she married him instead.

Rong Ming's breathing became heavier, and it sounded like a sigh.

He threw his purse aside and held Jiang Lao's hand in his own.

Her palms were always warm, and this time it was colder than his.

Rong Ming rubbed her hands, breathing heat in.

Jiang Lao's hands warmed up a little bit, lowered his head, his gaze fell on Rong Ming's face.

Although his clothes were stained with blood and dust, his face was very clean, and even if the night was dark, he could not stop his handsome appearance.

On the other hand, she was dirty from head to toe.

Jiang Lao looked at the mud and ashes on her fingers, she felt a little disgusted, she shrank her hands back, but was pulled back by Rong Zhao.

"It's kind of dirty..." Jiang Nao, as he talked, he gradually lost his voice.

She watched Rong Ming pull her hand towards him and put it under his shirt.

His palms were cold, but his arms were warm, so warm that Jiang Lao's tears flowed and his eyes blurred again.

"Blame me for being too late." The tone of his speech was arbitrary and bossy, but there was an attitude of admitting mistakes in his expression, which didn't sound domineering.

Jiang Lao originally had no grievances in his heart. When he was so coaxed, his grievances all came out. Originally, he just sobbed in a low voice. Suddenly, tears flowed out like he didn't want money.

...

Years in Anyuan.

After Jiang Lao cleansed her body, she came out of the inner room. The dust on her face and the dust on the top of her head were washed away, and her skin became as clear and clean as before, except that her eyes were drooping down, and she looked like melancholy. It's like being sick, not looking good.

She was scared because of her new experience, and she returned when she was bathing.

I just remembered that my life was hanging by a thread, and my legs and feet were shaking.

If it hadn't been for Rong Ming's discovery early, she wouldn't know where she was right now.

Jiang Lao walked out of the inner room with wet hair. Rong Zhao took the handkerchief that was holding Jiang Lao's handkerchief and walked to Jiang Lao's side by himself, took the person in his arms, and wiped her hair for her.

Jiang Lao sat in his arms, his head drooping and his hair wiped.

She looks like a small person with a shadow, with her hands on her knees, dignified, quiet and obedient.

But there were so many things to ask in my heart.

Why did the thieves who were blocking the road come? He obviously should be in the palace, why did he learn about her attack so soon?

In exchange, who are those people in Tsing Yi and why did they appear there so soon...

Those people in Tsing Yi appeared too early, as if they had been by her side all the time.

While she was thankful that he had arrived in time, she was also upset because of those martial arts high-powered people in Tsing Yi.

She was so afraid of him at first, not only because of his terrible methods in her dream, but because of...control desire.

In the first few consecutive dreams, she was detained by him and waited on her side. After all the difficulties, she could not be too close to him or too far away from him at first. Later, after a little bit of time, she was transferred to serve close to her. No matter what time it was, there were always people around her who watched her and didn't let her escape. Those people followed her almost every step of the way, reporting her every move to him, almost driving her crazy!

Those people in Tsing Yi obviously listened to him.

Jiang Lao wanted to ask, but some did not dare to ask.

Rong Zhen just looked at her back, and he could see that she was thinking deeply about her.

She looked petite at first, but now her shoulders are shrinking, as if she wants to shrink herself into a ball, it looks very distressing.

He paused when he wiped her hair, and actively mentioned, "Your maid has returned."

"She didn't run far, and she didn't hurt herself when she came back."

Jiang Rao raised his head glumly and flattened his face to look at him.

Needless to say, he can arrange the things she cares about well.

He seemed to know what she cared about.

She wanted to ask about those people in Tsing Yi.

But it’s not about asking right now.

You don't have to ask him.

After thinking and thinking, she suppressed the Tsing Yi people's affairs, cleared her throat, and asked: "Those who are blocking the way, are they bandits? Who else is it..."

"Not a gangster."

It really wasn't a bandit.

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Lao didn't have the slightest joy in guessing, thinking of the scene of her carriage being stopped, her mouth squatted in anger and fear, and asked, "Who is that?"

"My seventeenth brother."

Jiang Lao pursed his lower lip.

The Seventeenth Prince...

This method is too poisonous.

The people he found didn't just want her life, but wanted to insult her reputation.

Not to mention that she is now married to Rong Ming. Even if she is just a person who has nothing to do with the royal family, she does not hope that the 17th prince who will succeed to the throne will be the 17th prince. Gratitude, she also has to be afraid that she won't have a good life in the future.

Although she didn't dream of who would eventually succeed to the throne, she was sure that it would not be the seventeenth prince.

The Seventeenth Prince's fate was much worse than her.

"You won't let him go?"

She raised her face again and looked at Rong Chen.

Rong Lu laughed. What she thought of him would make him feel weak.

Obviously these two have nothing to do with him.

"will not."

He looked down at her eyes, and after crying, the bottom of his eyes changed into a wet rosy, his breathing was very light and slow, and the sound of breathing was the same as the breathing that had just started crying.

He suddenly regretted it.

It shouldn't be that easy to kill that man.

It should be tortured more severely.

At that time, let Rong Yuan take it all.

"I'm afraid of changing?" He calculated in his heart, but his voice was soft, and when he listened carefully, he changed to a little dumb, and there was a hostility in his eyes that could not be ignored.

Jiang Lao shook his head.

Although she shook her head, Xing's eyes showed real fear.

She discussed with Rong Wei, "Can the candles stay on tonight?"

She was scared to change.

In the night, the black-clothed man looked at her wantonly with lustful gazes and couldn't get rid of her mind.

Even if she knew that this person couldn't hurt her anymore, when she thought about it, she could think of being driven to nowhere, how suffocated when he had nowhere to go, when she thought of it, she was still cold all over.

After being abducted as a child, she had a long time and was afraid to come out at night.

She guessed that she would have to have a long time before she dared to go out at night.

After Jiang Lao finished speaking, he added, "If the candle is too bright...I, I can go to the study."

Feeling too much.

"You don't have to go anywhere." Rong Zhen said softly.

He wished she would cause him more trouble.

She can always remember what others have given her.

That he

Give her enough, and she will never leave him.

After wiping Jiang Lao's hair, he put the towel aside, took out a few candlesticks from the drawer, lit them in the center of the hall, and illuminated the whole room exceptionally bright.

Jiang Lao intended to make the room bright, but he did not expect him to be like this. She looked at the row of candlesticks in the hall and bit her lip. She was a little embarrassed. When Rong Ming came back, she hurriedly let in. Make the bed.

Rong Lu watched Jiang Lao's movements, paused for a while, looked at Jiang Lao, his face hesitated and stopped.

Jiang Lao looked at him, and suddenly understood what was wrong with her action.

Originally, she was arguing with him, but in the morning, she threatened him to let him go to the study if he didn't know the severity.

In the end, not only did she not rush people to the study at night, she gave in instead.

A gesture of giving up his position and inviting him to come up.

Jiang Lao: "..."

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassing she felt.

What a shame.

Since he had lost face for a while, and simply broke the can, Jiang Lao was a little annoyed. He patted the quilt beside him, and said with an expression of nonchalant expression: "Come on."

It's just that her broken jar broke and fell this time.

When Rong Chen lay down beside her, she wanted to roll into his arms, and then she began to remember her move of getting out of the bed just now.

Sure enough, it was too embarrassing.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

The candle was burning and it was useless. She didn't really want to close her eyes, lit her fingers on the bed, and counted when Rong Ming would come over and pull her into his arms.

But her fingers were a little sour, and she was almost counting to one hundred, but she couldn't wait for it.

He obviously likes the person who holds her in his arms. She wants him to hold her tonight, so why can he hold it back?

Jiang Lao continued to point and click, wanting to move to his side, but he couldn't put down his shelf. He lay straight on the inside of the bed with his eyes open, looking at the bed board, and wanted to wait for the people around him first. When I fell asleep, I sneaked over again.

It was then that she suddenly realized that in the usual days, it was often she went to bed first.

He wakes up first...

So most of the other couples sleep inside with men, while women sleep on the outside, so that they can wait on the men when they wake up in the morning. When they get to them, it's totally the opposite.

Suddenly, a hand was crossed and shook in front of her eyes.

The finger bones are slender and the lines are clear.

"Really not afraid?"

Rong Ming's voice rang in her ears.

Jiang Lao tilted his head.

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The tone of this rhetorical question was as if she had seen through just now that she shook her head and was trying her best.

Even this little thought was seen through, and her face was lost.

Jiang Lao took a bit of anger in his heart, and was about to be more confident, confident, and say that he was not afraid anymore.

Rong Chen stretched out his long hand and took her with the quilt into his arms.

He moved his head over and rubbed his pillow into her pillow, his voice softly, "But I'm scared."

Jiang Lao's eyes suddenly opened wider.

What is he afraid of?

She was crushed by his body and a quilt, and she was shrunk in the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis. It was very difficult to move.

Jiang Lao lowered her head to look at him with difficulty. She could only see his long eyelashes and high nose, but could not see his expression. She slowly said, "What are you afraid of... afraid of?"

Rong Ming was silent for a long time before he looked sad, smiled slightly, and said, "If something happens to you, I will have no home."

Jiang Lao became silent afterwards.

Even if he couldn't see his expression clearly, she changed because his tone became uncomfortable.

Obviously there is a smile in his voice, but it sounds particularly uncomfortable.

As if she was gone, he had nothing left.

Perhaps it was because of dreaming of what it was like when he was hostile to her, Jiang Rao suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

If something happens to her, does he have to be like in his dream again?

Even if there is blood flowing in his eyes, even if the corpse is stepped on the sole of his foot, he always has no expression and no compassion.

Will not sympathize with others, will not pity ourselves.

No one likes him, even he himself doesn't seem to like himself that much. He always looks high and tired of everything.

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Lao's blood seemed to be frozen. With a little bit of effort, she took out her hand from under the quilt, stretched it out, put it on his back, and slowly hugged him.

"Now your father treats you well, you... the palace is where you grew up, and that is also your home. This world is the world of Rongjia. No matter where you are, you have a home."

Rong Ming raised the corner of his lips and sneered silently.

Home to...

Without her, no matter where it is, but four walls and two windows. Only when she is there can he be considered home.

Seeing that she was willing to come into his arms, he put away a gesture of weakness, put his slender fingers behind her, and patted gently, "Go to sleep, you are also tired."

Jiang Lao looked up at him, "How about you?"

Rong Lu laughed, his deep eyes smiled, and the corners of his eyes drooped down. There was no bit of brutality or fierceness, and he looked particularly pampered, "When you fall asleep, I will also fall asleep."