I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao had never seen such a scene, and was stunned.

His brows frowned slightly.

I vaguely felt that she had seen what he said in a notebook.

But when I think about it, I can't think of anything.

Where did you read such words...

She wandered for a while.

Rong Ming coughed violently, Jiang Lao returned to his senses, and hurriedly fed him some water.

Her gaze followed the swaying ups and downs of the water in the glass, watching carefully, for fear that the water would spill into the bedding on the bed.

Unconsciously, when Rong Ming's eyes flew towards her, the faintly hidden edge and strong desire for monopolization.

Although he said that he had recovered from his illness, the fever subsided, and the redness on his face from the fever disappeared, and his complexion was cold and frosty.

Looking up at her thin body, she looked like an immortal in the clouds for a long time, her body was light and fluttering, and with the coughing sound that seemed to cough up her heart, liver and lungs, she was really sick and pitiful.

"Year," he murmured.

This time, it was coughing and whispering again.

Jiang Lao's attention completely returned to him.

"In Da Zhao, when you look at people's bodies, you are responsible for them..."

He said, coughing again, sickly.

The constant coughing interrupted what should have been going on.

Jiang Lao was taken aback, being led by these words, finally remembered where she had read such words!

But in those scripts, the ones who were seen and impaired were not all girls?

Or, it's the vixen who pretends to be poor and seduce the scholar.

As for Rong Chen... if you only look at his face, it is more than enough to say that it was a beauty turned into a male fox.

Even this sick beauty is much more pitiful than a fox.

"But, it's okay for me." The sick beauty smiled weakly, and it broke people's hearts. "Although... it's the first time someone looks naked."

Jiang Lao, who had no intestines at all, couldn't hear this beauty. His tone of voice was actually full-it's related, I want someone to coax him.

Instead, she skipped the last sentence because it didn't matter in his words.

The round eyes bend immediately, Xiao Li vortexes deeply, hiding the smile of appreciation, "I know you won't be difficult for others."

This morning she managed to get through the robbery safely, and confuses her about sneaking out in the middle of the night.

If you stabbed her father again, let her father know that she looked at the man's body.

Although the black lamp was blind and he couldn't see clearly, but if her father knew that she had seen a man's body.

Or interrupt her so angry

His leg, either, broke his own leg in anger.

At least one of the father and daughter will have to work hard in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives.

She didn't see anything clearly because of the black light. It would be a shame to suffer this kind of crime in exchange for it.

Jiang Lao squinted and smiled, put his finger to his lips, and made a "hush" gesture to Rong Ming.

"Then we must never talk about this again. If we don't let people know, we can treat it as not happening."

Rong Ming: "..."

For a while, speechless.

...

He was very helpless, and finally looked at her and smiled slowly.

...

There are two bowls of white rice porridge cooked soft and glutinous.

Jiang Lao stared at Rong Ming and finished drinking.

He couldn't help but scan his two legs under the bedding.

Although covered by clothes, the faint height and length of the two legs have been changed, and they don't look weak.

Even at a glance, he can see that his leg length is excellent among his peers.

If his leg injury is not cured, it will be a different story.

After many years, his legs will suffer from atrophy of his muscles, ugly shape, and softness and weakness comparable to that of an old man because he has not walked all the time.

It contrasted sharply with his generous spine and his sly face, which was cold and self-irritating.

Above the waistband and below the waistband, there are actually two bodies of ice and fire, like two human bodies.

One ugly and one beautiful, one weak and one strong.

The gap is so sharp, and he doesn't know how he suffered this kind of crime.

After thinking about it, Jiang Lao was embarrassed. He felt that although he was hateful and hateful at that time, he was also extremely pitiful.

If it's good, now his leg injury can be healed, and it won't be the way she dreamed.

Jiang Lao waited for him to finish and took away the used bowl.

When I was washing the dishes, I saw a few wooden boards **** on my legs to assist walking on the wall. I turned my head and pointed and asked Rong Ming, "Have you tried walking?"

Rong Ming's gaze hid his emotions very deeply, although he said "um", he didn't say much.

Jiang Lao said: "If you can walk for two steps, even if you are holding things up and walking, it is good, or you can beat and massage frequently. Otherwise, your legs will become weaker if you don't walk for a long time. Get more activity, maybe you can stand up faster."

After she finished speaking, she smiled sweetly as she saw him standing up in front of her.

What she said was clear to Rong Ming.

He has read it in medical books.

But after the cold tiny little words in the medical books, line by line, I remembered every word in my heart, but my heart was cold, and there was no expectation.

The legs are good, the legs are not good, and the left and right are just lingering, low-spirited living.

But at this moment, listening to her talk about the things after her legs are better, she will look like she will be very happy when she waits until that day...

With someone who was looking forward to and looking forward to him, after always talking in his ear, he turned out to be a little looking forward to the future.

"Niannian." His body was tight for an instant, and his tone was slightly astringent. "As long as you remember last night, can you count everything you said?"

Jiang Lao looked up at him.

When she was sick, her judgment was low, what she said, what did he believe.

But when he woke up, he believed whatever she said.

As if what was being fed to him was poison, he would take it too.

Jiang Lao looked a little strange at him like this.

She didn't know what he had mentioned last night, after all, she seemed to be babbling a lot.

But she has always been frank, with a clear conscience, and said: "Naturally all count."

Rong Ming tossed the corners of his lips slightly and smiled pale, "Then I will take it seriously."

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly said.

"Then who is the person you read three times last night?"

The voice is gentle and gentle.

His sight was entangled with a scarlet dullness that was not easily noticed.

Jiang Lao was stunned.

He was asking...Wang Ba//Nine?

...

Jiang Mansion, the old father paced back and forth in the study like an ant on a frying pan.

Walking up and down, with deep brows, he finally called for someone to call Jiang Qin, and told her all the thoughts of the whole morning.

"Qingshan, you can remember, I said a few days ago, the kid in the west of the city looks familiar."

Seeing his brows frowned, Jiang Qin couldn't help but walked forward and stroked it, and said in a warm voice: "The concubine naturally remembers. After coming back, I will think about which old people in Jinling have children his age at home. I just thought about it. For a long time, I haven't thought of any child who looks like him."

She looked at Jiang Siye's face, "I frown, but what do you think of?"

Seeing that his brows have not been loosened, Jiang Qin's brows also wrinkled.

Siye Jiang pointed her and said: "You might as well think about the appearance of the Ninth Prince."

Jiang Qin thought for a while, oops, and a smile of joy appeared in his eyes, "That kid is so beautiful, it's really likable."

Fourth Master Jiang covered his forehead. After so many years, he couldn't get used to his wife's eyes and opened his eyes, "It's not..."

He said helplessly: "I want you to think about it, the kid in the west of the city is not like the Ninth Prince."

Jiang Qin was silent for a long while, thinking for a long time, and finally, a little bit of difficulty appeared on his face.

"The concubine's body is not better than your eyesight. What you want to say, tell your concubine directly."

Siye Jiang pointed a finger under his right eye, "Is there a mole in the Ninth Prince?"

Jiang Qin was silent for a while, "Yes."

"The child in the west of the city also has it under his eyes. It is in the middle, and it is invisible if you don't look carefully." It is this point that Jiang Siye connected them. "You think about whether their facial features are a bit similar."

Jiang Siye's painting skills can be remembered once he sees people.

Jiang Qin had long forgotten the specific appearance of the Nine Princes. He only remembered that he was a good-looking man. As for the details of his facial features, his memory was very vague.

Although she can't figure it out clearly, she trusts her husband, "You mean, is that child the Ninth Prince?"

But this matter is not trivial, Jiang Qin's voice could not help being more serious.

"I am worried." Jiang Siye said.

"But I was worried again, because I remembered it wrong. After all, I only saw it a few years ago. At that time, when he changed a small child, his appearance changed a lot when he grew up. There are not a few, and we have never heard of the Nine Princes coming out of Beijing. The news is really difficult to determine."

Siye Jiang sighed, "Every year there, I didn’t say anything, lest I read it wrong and cause her to misunderstand. I want to make a copy of the book and send it to Jinling, and ask for a copy. The current portraits of the Ninth Princes, compare them to see if they are consistent."

He walked to the desk, Jiang Qin followed, grinding for him, "If it is really the Ninth Prince, what are you going to do?"

Siye Jiang stopped, "I'll talk about it then."

His face was already cold, and he looked unwilling to get involved.