I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming's fingertips and palms are covered with a layer of calluses. From when he was young, he carried water to work, and when he was a little older, he secretly practiced martial arts. The calluses grew thicker and thicker in his hands.

When she stroked Jiang Lao's delicate palms, her palms tickled twice with gratitude.

He couldn't help but wanted to shrink back, but his wrist was tightly clenched.

The five fingers holding her wrist were close, sinking downwards, as if they could touch a bone.

Although Jiang Lao looks thin, it is actually well-proportioned with flesh, a slender skeleton, and no bones.

Rong Ming squeezed her wrist and felt soft.

He lowered his eyes, as if looking at the palm of her hand, but his eyes kept locked on her wrist which was surrounded by his hand.

It's easy to pinch.

He finished hooking the last strokes of the word "渟". After hooking up, it was time to let go, but he only looked up at her, "The water is on the left, the pavilion is on the right, and the water is on the right."

The hand does not want to let go.

Jiang Lao nodded.

This word was uncommon, but she just heard it and felt a little familiar. She raised her eyes slightly and ran into the eyes of Rong Zhen looking at her. She was startled. A dull and weird emotion was born in her heart, and she unconsciously shouted, "He elder brother."

After shouting, her heart jumped.

The name blurted out, as if... just called it many times before.

Rong Ming turned red as quickly as trembling behind his ears, let go, his voice was tight, "Yeah."

Jiang Jinxing followed, "Brother Ming——"

In the same way, I changed my personal statement, and the effect was immediate, and the red behind Rong Ming's ears disappeared and disappeared in place.

He frowned. When Jiang Jinxing couldn't change his next word, he raised a pair of cold eyes and looked at him, "You, just call me brother."

Jiang Jinxing felt that he was treated differently.

But the backer can't be offended. He sits upright, honestly, and shouts whatever he wants, "Brother."

Xiaobawang has never been so obedient since he was born.

He pointed at Jiang Lao, then at himself, and introduced to Rong Chen, "My sister's name is Jiang Niannian, and my name is Jiang Jinxing."

Jiang Lao: "It's Jiang Lao, not every year."

Rong Ming said: "I've heard your mother call you every year."

"That's fine print, the family shouted."

"Oh."

"Which Chinese character?" Rong Chen asked again.

He knew which word it was in his heart.

While speaking, he stretched out his hand just like Jiang Lao did.

Blink and wait for her to write.

Jiang Lao only hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand.

He writes

Now, she has no reason not to write.

She dropped her fingertips and wrote on the palm of his hand, stroke by stroke.

This was the first time Jiang Lao saw him spread out the palms of his palms. It turned out that the calluses in his palms were so heavy. Change some slender knife marks. At a glance, it was the hand of the warrior.

Against this background, it appeared that her fingers were white and soft like steamed buns.

Rong Ming looked down.

She lowered her head, carefully drawing horizontally and vertically in the palm of his hand, her hair was thick and soft, her forehead was fluffy with a few uneven strands, her cheeks were white and soft, and her expression was cute and quiet.

His gaze stopped on her cheek.

Maybe it was softer than her wrist.

Rong Ming gloomily closed his eyes.

The small fingertips fell on his palm little by little, vertical and horizontal, as if a feathered tail was scratching, a little hot.

The skin feels close to each other, a little itchy, and a little warm and practical.

Female, Yao.

Lao.

Lao, I think it sounds nice when I read it in my heart.

Jiang Lao finally finished writing, raised his head, and looked at him enthusiastically.

Waiting for him to call her name.

The temperature in the heart of Rong Ming's hand quickly cooled, but his eyes were slightly bent, showing a bitter smile that was extremely helpless and guilty, "I... didn't understand."

"It's okay, I'll write it again."

She didn't think her name was so difficult, she thought she would understand it once she wrote it.

However, it doesn't take much effort to write again.

Jiang Lao lowered his head and wrote again.

"I... don't understand it."

His eyes became more guilty, his eyes lowered, and his expression blamed himself sadly.

Jiang Lao looked at him like he was afraid of being punished, with a little helpless look, his heart softened, even if he was impatient, he could develop a lot of patience, and stretched out his finger to write again.

but

Write for the third time.

Don't understand for the third time.

She bit her lower lip, somewhat dejected this time.

It wasn't that he was angry, but she was angry.

Although every time he showed a look of guilt and guilt, it seemed that the fault was on him, but her name was not difficult at all. He didn't understand it, it must be because she did not write well, so he hurriedly made gestures toward the air, "Why? , Pretty meaning."

She was about to die, and he finally said clearly, "I recognize it, it's lao."

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief and finally laughed, and couldn't help but put his hand down again when she wanted to touch his head as a reward, just like her brother had learned some words.

Although he did not resist or evade this time, she did not put her hand up in the end, after all, he was not her brother.

Jiang Jinxing saw that they were playing all the time, and no one noticed him. He poked his head over, trying to attract the attention of his brothers and sisters.

However, no one looked at him, so he had to roll up his sleeves, and the chubby hand stretched out his hand and said to Rong Ming, "Brother, my meticulous characters are more difficult to write, and I will write them for you."

Rong Ming closed his smile.

Also retracted his hand.

The slender fingers were clenched into a fist and held behind him.

"No need." His voice was slightly indifferent, which was very different from the gentle smile just now, "I will."

...

"I'm furious!"

Two days later, in a street teahouse, Yang Qi'an sat at the round table and said angrily.

She was surrounded by several other ladies from the Yecheng family who had befriended her.

Yang Qi'an's family background is the best, and naturally the one among them who is most favored by the stars. Someone immediately followed her and asked: "Who annoyed you?"

Yang Qi'an was so annoyed that he wanted to throw a teacup, "The family named Jiang from a foreign country is not merciful when it comes to truth!"

"My brother didn't save the fat boy in that family. It wasn't because they only talked so horribly! Who would be so angry with them would help them! As a result, because of such a trivial matter, that family not only completely cut off from my family" I handed it over and blocked my dad’s business with a change of hands."

Yang Qi'an said more and more angry, "But my father is not angry with them, he is just blaming my brother!"

There is a lady listening to understand

Compared with the Yang family, the family in a distinct foreign country is more powerful, otherwise, according to Master Yang's usual style of bullying, how could he be humbled.

This Yang family had a face and a face in Yecheng, so Yang Qi'an was taken out of Yecheng. Does her family have a face and a face too?

It's ridiculous.

It's just that no one really told Yang Qi'an the truth. Their family background is not comparable to her, so they followed her on the surface and said, "That family is hateful enough."

Yang Qi'an got them to agree, and there was a place to vent his anger. He patted the table and said in a sharp tone: "It's more than hateful!"

Her face was grim and ugly, "Just because the little fat man in their family was robbed, the county magistrate rushed to please him and arrested the head of the beggar. Now everyone outside is complimenting their family, saying For their blessings, if my brother didn't bother to care about it, my brother's reputation would have been right!"

At this time, some people said, "The beggars here are in parties and factions, and their leaders have been captured. Those little guys, aren't any of them going to trouble the Jiang family?"

"No." Yang Qi'an cursed with depression in his heart, "They are all as timid as a mouse."

Those beggars were so greedy for life and fear of death. Seeing that the county magistrate respected Fourth Master Jiang three points, they dared not retaliate.

A lady looked at Yang Qi'an and smiled straight in her heart.

What is timid as a mouse.

Clearly know the current affairs.

The county magistrate didn’t even go to sue the officer, and the county magistrate was anxious to catch the looters. He rushed to please him. Doesn’t the change show how high the family’s family is?

Changing it easily stopped Master Yang's business.

Which one here can do this.

Someone chuckled, "Those street beggars, rats and other things, expect them to do some tricks to change lines. I am afraid that no one can catch them. Let them bet their lives, they are also afraid of death."

Yang Qi'an was moved in his heart.

To do some small movements, she can vent her anger in her heart.

She squinted her eyes and suddenly began to think.

...

Rong Ming took medicine for himself in the hospital.

But seeing the old doctor suddenly frowned and looked outside, his eyes were full of disdain, and he muttered in a low voice, "The girl of the Yang family has been completely raised up, and she has mixed up with the beggar."

Rong Lu looked over and saw that Yang Qi'an was on the side of the street, with her maid, talking to a dirty little beggar.

The old doctor looked at him and sighed, "This girl just because the medicine I prescribed to her is too bitter, she said everywhere that my medical skills are not good. No one is perfect, my medical skills are not helpful, but she can't just because I give it. The prescribed medicine is bitter, so I say that my medical skills are not good. Isn't this wronging people?"

He complained for a while and said, "If this girl marries someone in the future, she will definitely harm her whole family."

Suddenly turned his head to look at Rong Ming, "It's the little girl Jiang, who is nice, clean, doesn't whisper, and won't be arrogant."

"Ok, I know."

The old doctor was suddenly very curious, "I asked you to try that method last time, is it useful?"

Rong Jian coughed, "It's useful."

Very enthusiastically said: "I have some other ways to change here, this is how I married my wife in the first place..."

Rong Chen has pushed his wheelchair and turned to the door, "Old sir, I have something to do, so I won't bother you today."

Lifted the curtain and left the hospital.

As soon as he left the hospital, he saw Yang Qi'an gesticulating at the little beggar. His wheelchair stopped and after two glances, his eyes darkened quietly.

...

Yang Qi'an is always arrogant when she sees others, let alone the little beggar, she doesn't bother to talk to them, tell her maid to talk, she is only watching and listening from a distance.

"Your eldest brother was caught

Now, you guys, just live in peace like this? No wonder those beggars in neighboring counties say that beggars in Yecheng are inferior to dogs. "

"Oh, I know that you are afraid of death. Yes, the Jiang family is really powerful. But you have no way to vent your eldest brother? I only saw you splashing dung on the walls of those houses that you don't like. Very diligent, no one else can catch you. This time, it was really a joke."

"..."

The maid finished speaking according to Yang Qi'an's instructions. Seeing that the little beggar was agitated in his eyes, she ran back to the pile of beggars.

The maid returned to Yang Qi'an and asked her girl anxiously, "Girl, will they listen to you speaking like this?"

Yang Qi'an snorted coldly, "If you don't listen, it's really a beggar than a dog."

"But they are really going to throw dung on the wall of Jiang's house..."

This method is too obscene.

Yang Qi'an glanced at her, "How? That's it, to make me vent my anger."

"Besides, didn't you listen to Ms. Yang and Ms. Li? Those beggars are rats in the night. Be careful when you do things, you may not be able to catch them." Thinking of the scene of Jiang's house being splashed with dung water, she grinned. I got up and said, "Maybe, they will go more than once."

She held her hand and said to the maid, "Go find some people and talk to more beggars about these things, lest you don't use it just now, and you won't dare to do it if you hear it."

...

A tea stand was separated, and Rong Chen listened to her words.

He stopped one person, gave some money, and asked the person to say something to the little beggar.

After listening to the little beggar, his eyes became more fierce, and he snorted, "I was almost deceived and used as a gun! I have to go back quickly and tell others, don't let them be deceived."

The man came back and said to Rong Chen that things were done. Rong Chen directly gave him a few pennies and said, "You just stay at this tea stand. Everyone said that the person who secretly sued the officials was the Yang family. That son, the county magistrate received his money, and then released the news that no one would sue him."

The tea stalls are crowded with people and news circulates quickly. If the news spreads, those beggars will surely hear it.

Three taels of silver, which is almost the money that the tea stall owner can only receive after selling tea for half a year. Only a few rumors were spread, and it was said that the customer said that others could not catch him, so of course he readily responded.

Rong Ming tapped his fingers on his arm rest, watching the people coming and going in Yecheng, his eyes felt a bit of ridicule and compassion.

His father was only in Jinling, he only looked at the world from the memorial, and he didn’t know

How did the officials in this place help him guard the country? The case was closed before the dignitaries waited for the report. The complaints of ordinary people have been ignored.

It's like his father only listened to the queen's one or two words to hear whether his harem was calm and whether his son was doing well or not, without knowing whether he was really dead or alive.

One leaf is blind.

But he called himself Mingjun.

Sad and ridiculous.

...

That night, the Yang family.

"What's the smell?"

The watchman whispered to each other.

Looking at the lanterns, the four walls behind Yang's house were all splashed with dung water. For a while, the whole house exploded.

What's even more hateful is that there was a few words written on a wall.

"Come back for a change."

Yang Qi'an was so angry that he was half dead.

...

When taking a bath at night, Rong Ming shook off his wheelchair, stood with his cane cut out of wood, and walked forward.

When he got to the barrel, the pace was difficult, and his legs were a little weak and weak, and he was sweating profusely in a hurry.

He took off his clothes and sank himself into a wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel was soaked with unpleasant Chinese herbal medicines, he suddenly held his breath and sank himself to the bottom of the water.

The line of sight underwater became black.

His heart was the same as the quagmire, the dark and filthy emotions were fermenting all day.

He had a dream last night. In the dream, his legs were healed. He was very happy to see her in the palace, but he opened his mouth and called the emperor's wife.

After waking up in the middle of the night, he was so angry that he never fell asleep again.

I approved an outer shirt to sit on the side of the bed, with his eyes open, and the cold wind was blowing in the window.

Jiang Lao had almost made a marriage with one of his imperial brothers or younger brothers, which gave him an endless sense of crisis.

If she returned to the capital and asked the person who almost made a marriage with her to see her, she is so good, how could the other party not be sorry for not being able to make a marriage successfully.

Then stalked.

Then re-fixed the marriage.

Absolutely, no, can, and do.

Rong Chen got out of the water at once, gasping for breath.

He didn't want to stay in place anymore.

You can't just be greedy for her pity for him, and be willing to be really disabled all the time.

If you want something, you have to have the ability to compete with others, even if the methods are despicable and contemptuous.

But……

Which bug-like guy was almost dating her.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he thought of his imperial brother from the beginning to the end, and his palm was slapped on the surface of the water with floating herbs.

Drops of water

Splashed high, throwing at his sullen and low face all over his face.

He sticks to the edge of the wooden barrel, his bare chest covered with sweat rises and falls slightly, and his anger is enveloped in his heart.

The water with the floating herbs had been cold for a long time, and he fell into contemplation without realizing it.

Until the temple aches.

He thought of getting up and wiping his body with a square towel. The two legs that had already recovered a few percent of their strength were soft and weak this time.

The night is thick all around.

No one can help him.

Rong Ming remained silent, leaning back, trying to use his body weight to overwhelm the barrel, and then climb out.

He was accustomed to the embarrassment of dragging two legs forward.

You have to find a way to dry yourself first.

There was a cold wind last night, and today his face is a little hot, maybe he is feeling cold, but now he is so weak.

If you don't dry it, the wind chill will only worsen.

His crippled and dilapidated body was so weak that he felt hatred in his heart.

He leaned back and the barrel fell to the ground.

It's just that the water in the barrel splashed all over the floor, and the splashing water jet extinguished the candlelight, and the dim light in the room was instantly extinguished.

A drop of water splashed into his eyes.

Rong Chen opened his slightly painful eyes. He still looked at things like daylight in the night, seeing clearly his situation at this time, his body stained with medicine, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Dragging two weak legs, the distance of two steps is like a moat. You have to climb before you can climb to the side of your clothes.

He once again felt annoyed by his crippled leg, but in his ears, he heard rustling footsteps in the courtyard.

The steps are small, but very hasty.

He frowned.

He has no clothes on his body, his whole body is naked, and hidden weapons are not at hand.

If an assassin comes at this time, he can easily kill him.

The footsteps came to the door and stopped.

The person at the door seemed to hesitate.

At this time, the young man in the room restrained his breath, pretending that there was no one in the room, but his back was slightly arched, like a little leopard about to hunt, even if he was weak, he made a desperate posture.

But I heard a familiar, panting voice coming from outside the door.

"Brother Ming, are you doing anything?"