I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Qin was at the desk, grinding Siye Jiang.

While grinding, he said: "Master this letter, it is better to send it to Concubine Yun Gui."

Concubine Yun is the younger sister of Jiang Qin's cousin, Qin Yun. Jiang Lao called her aunt.

Qin Yun entered the palace at the age of fifteen and was quite liked by the emperor. He was a concubine in the first year and a concubine the following year. In the fifth year of entering the palace, he was promoted to the position of noble concubine.

Now in the palace, just after the tenth year, her beauty is undiminished, and her holy favorite is unfailing.

When Jiang Qin was in her boudoir, he took good care of this cousin. In Qin's house, the two of them had the best relationship, better than their sisters.

Jiang Qin said: "A Yun has been in the palace for so many years, you have painted the portrait of the child in the west of the city and sent it to her to see if he and the Nine Princes are really the same person, faster."

Fourth Master Jiang twisted her eyebrows and said, "It's okay to let her see, but Concubine Yun has always done whatever she wants, which makes people worry that her work is not reliable enough."

Jiang Qin smiled, "Her personality is a little spoiled and casual, but you can mention that this matter has something to do with each year, so she will definitely care about it."

Before Qin Yun entered the palace, he originally liked the cousin Qin Qingshan the most, like a small tail, always clinging to her cousin.

Later, when Jiang Lao was born, her attention was all turned to this well-behaved little milk dumpling with dark, round eyes and not crying or making trouble.

Every time I see you, I have to hold it in love.

After ten years in the palace, she has no children and a half under her knees, and Jiang Lao will treat her like a daughter more and more.

Every year Jiang Lao's birthday, the gift from Concubine Yun must be the most precious and rarest of all gift gifts.

"According to what you said." Fourth Master Jiang responded.

Jiang Qin studied the mill and did not forget to remind, "You are in the letter, don't forget to tell her that when we return to Jinling, we will go to the palace to see her, and I will definitely want to see her aunt every year."

According to what she said, Jiang Siye was writing on his wrist, and suddenly asked his wife, "Year year, you won't be at home again."

...

Not at home year after year.

Year after year in the hut in the west of the city, head down, confessing crazily.

When confessed, he cursed others, but he didn't hold back the curse.

Instead, she scolded in front of the person she was scolding.

Sure enough, it was retribution.

Jiang Lao lowered his head, not knowing how to explain to Rong Ming.

It is wrong to say that the person in the dream is him.

But if it's not him, it's not right.

Fully explain the unclear things.

She said vaguely, "That's a person..."

Rong Ming's voice was slightly cold, "Who is it?"

Jiang Lao is anxious to be wise, "That's a man surnamed Wang, born on August 9th, his name is 8/9."

There are some ordinary people in Da Zhao, who have a lot of children and girls, and they don't care about naming them, so they use their birthday as the name of the third day of the week, Li Chongjiu.

Jiang Lao became more confident as he spoke, his face was not red and his heart beat, but he was unconscious and spoke a little faster.

In other words, people can see what she wants to hide.

Rong Ming's fingers bend slightly, his movements are vaguely, and he knocks on his side, his voice is faint, "Is that right?"

"Yes." Jiang Lao responded altogether, but his gaze swam away, not daring to look at him.

Rong Ming's brows were slightly loose, and he smiled softly at her, and a thought flashed in his mind that he wanted to kill him.

He was thinking, why a person from an ordinary background is worthy of her birthday three times quietly when she is alone at night.

...

It was sunny and the sun was shining brightly.

Taking advantage of the sunshine, Jiang Lao put on the quilt in the courtyard.

It's a pity that she didn't have enough strength. She was holding a whole thick quilt, her sight was blocked when she walked, and her step was crooked, just like a little duck.

After changing the rope for drying his clothes, Jiang Lao ducks didn't walk far before hitting the rope and putting the quilt on it.

When Jiang Lao was at home, although she never did housework, she was not the kind of eldest lady who was completely indifferent and aloof. He had seen how the maid cleaned up her house.

Rong Ming sat under the window, leaning against the window, watching her move out of the bench and prop herself under the quilt.

The rope is low so that the quilt cannot rub against the mud on the ground.

It's quite clever.

The sun drew away the damp and cold air in the quilt, and it made people want to hug him. He smelled the sunlight on it. Jiang Rao stood under the quilt and sniffed the sun. Hearing movement behind him, he turned his head.

Seeing that Rong Zhen was manipulating the wheelchair to get out of the house, she hurriedly ran over, walked around behind him, pushed the wheelchair and pushed him out.

Rong Ming's face was extremely pale, in addition to his natural cold white complexion, he also had a cold temperament.

As if I had never seen the sun before, I was sickly pale.

"I'll take you to bask in the sun." Jiang Lao said.

Rong Zhao nodded, and Jiang Lao pushed his wheelchair to the north wall of the yard with the best sunlight, and found a blanket to cover his legs.

She moved the small bench by herself and sat next to him, muttering, "You can get more sunbathing, keep your body warmer, and be in a good mood."

Jiang Lao slept less last night, and after running again today, she was tired.

The body was basking in the sun, and it was as warm as drinking wine. She gradually closed her eyes, her head swayed, and suddenly she knocked down.

It was held in the palm of his hand by Rong Ming.

He carefully supported her forehead with the palm of his hand, then manipulated his wheelchair, shifting the position.

Let her head rest on his lap.

He removed the blanket again and put the blanket on her.

As he put the blanket on her, he frowned and looked at the sunlight falling on her face.

His finger bones moved, and his slender hand lifted, and a cloud of shadow fell on her face.

The shadow falling from her back covered her small body.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly quiet and well-behaved, his eyes were full of gentle little thoughts, looking at the face of the little girl in his arms, he gradually had obsessions in his heart, and his finger bones became white and tense.

He didn't want to hear the names of others from her, nor did he want to see her eyes cast on other people.

He lowered his finger and touched her forehead.

Those men whose names have been repeatedly chanted by her are the best in broken corpses.

"Don't be as good to others as you are to me, okay?"

Knowing that she couldn't hear her, she said instead, "Just treat me alone, so good."

...

The letter sent by Jiang's Mansion quickly went to Jinling within three days.

Soon, it was transferred to Concubine Yun's hands.

In the Shuxiang Palace, the stove was smoking, and it was as warm as summer.

Concubine Yun Gui is dressed in light gauze, with a slender waist, her bare ankles wrapped in dazzling aqua-colored gravel, she is leaning on the beauty couch.

It looks two or three points similar to Jiang Lao, except that Jiang Lao's eyes are round and bright, and Concubine Yun's eyes are delicate and charming.

The boring concubine has nothing to do.

Listening to the maidservant saying that Jiang's letter is coming, Concubine Yun ran to stay with her bare feet, "Is it a letter from me every year?"

The little maid said, "Hui Niangniang, it's a letter from the fourth master of the Jiang family."

The expectation on Concubine Yun's face disappeared, her mouth closed, and the letter was brought over.

She muttered displeasedly: "Yearly, I have no conscience. She has promised me that all letters from her house must be written by her, and I have no conscience."

The little maid knew that her niece treated her little niece as both a sister and a daughter. Although she was swearing, her heart was really painful. She didn't dare to agree with her swearing.

Concubine Yun opened the letter and glanced at the end of the letter paper.

Seeing the above, I will come back soon after the next year’s annual meeting. I will change to see her in the palace. He smiled immediately and said to the little maid beside him: “Call the cook of the small kitchen, study a few sweet and sour dishes. Love it every year."

The little maid said that she was fortunate that she hadn't scolded just now, and she went down with a "Hey".

Concubine Yun Gui read the entire letter from beginning to end.

After reading it, with a slightly confused face, he took out the portrait in the letter.

She only glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Isn't this the Ninth Prince?"

Concubine Yun Gui called a maid over, "Liuying, you also see, is this the nine princes in the Fairview Palace."

Liu Ying nodded, "This is exactly the same as the Ninth Prince."

Concubine Yun Gui's face became cold.

She and the queen have always been at odds.

Speaking of the people in Jinxiu Palace, whether it was the queen or the two sons raised by the queen, Concubine Yun was extremely disgusted in her heart.

As if ill-fated, she threw the portrait aside.

He said coldly: "Write a reply and tell my brother-in-law that this person is the Ninth Prince."

After speaking, he turned back and said, "Yes, write a little more, just say that my palace is sick, and tell them to hurry up. Don't slow down, write a letter today telling my palace that they are coming. As a result, there were no figures for more than half a year."

She threw away the portrait, picked up the letter again, read it over and over again, curled her brows, and called Liu Ying again.

"The one in Jinxiu Palace said that she was afraid that the assassin who committed suicide would have a remnant, and sent her son out of Beijing to rest. She was in Jinling and set about investigating this matter." Concubine Yun said with a frown, "It's been a year. The nine princes didn’t come back. What did you find out from the Jinxiu Palace?"

Liu Ying said: "I haven't heard the news of this matter."

"When the accident happened, she wanted to pour dirty water on me, trying to make people think that my palace was harming his child." Concubine Yun Gui carefully played with the small tea cup in her hand. "She just looked down on this palace. ."

"The key to my palace is to harm Xiao Shi, who is her most beloved one. What's the point of harming the one who is not her own."

Liu Ying has long been accustomed to the bold words of her own mother.

Even if the empress is arrogant, the majesty's love for her will never fade, and no one in the palace can hurt her mother, and she will gradually get used to it.

Only this time, what Concubine Yun Gui said was really shocking, and Liu Ying immediately said, "Manny, you can't talk nonsense about this."

Concubine Yun Gui snorted proudly, "My palace just can't bear her being dignified and virtuous all the time, so fake."

...

People in the palace have two opinions on the queen.

One faction thinks she is a real lady, gentle and virtuous.

The other group, like Concubine Yun, feels that the queen is fake and can't bear it.

Those who can't understand the queen, also can't understand the nine princes Rong Ming, who was raised by the queen, was often talked about by her, and cried out in front of Emperor Zhaowu how hard it was to raise her children.

That's a tool that can fight for the queen's favor.

The more I heard that the queen treated him like a parent, the more I looked down on him.

Those who want to make a stumbling block for the queen are even more unacceptable, and they always make stumbling blocks to bully in secret.

Two years ago, when hunting in the autumn, I heard that Rong Ming was seriously injured.

The concubines watched the queen weeping with anxiety, and on the surface they were all anxious, but in their backs, each was happy and comfortable.

But I don't know, because the adopted son was injured, she shed tears to the heart-wrenching queen, but she was just like them.

Just as pleasant and comfortable.

No one really cared about the injury on the leg of the injured young boy who fell from the horse.

...

In the Hall of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Zhaowu was reviewing the memorials. By the time of Shen, the night was already dark.

Li Ren, the **** who was waiting next to him, stepped forward and said softly: "The emperor, this is fifteen, you have to stay with the queen."

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the unfinished memorial table full of memorials, frowned, and said tiredly, "Go to the Jinxiu Palace and say that I am busy with political affairs. I will stay in the Palace of Ching Qing tonight, instead of going to the Queen."

Li Ren agreed, and returned half an hour later with a food box, "The empress made pear soup for you and waited for the emperor to come forward. I heard the emperor said that he could not come, and asked the slave to bring this."

Emperor Zhaowu said: "Come here."

He tasted two sips, sweet and healthy, and his brows stretched a lot, feeling the queen's sweetness even more.

After drinking the pear soup, he asked Li Ren, "I sent someone out to pick Xiao Jiu back. Why haven't I heard anything yet?"

Li Ren replied: "If it weren't for the rush, from Yecheng to Jinling, it would take less than ten days. This time, it will be nearly a month away. The emperor waited patiently, and the Ninth Prince would be back soon. "

Emperor Zhaowu smiled slightly, "Do you ever remember my order?"

"The slave remembers." Li Ren replied respectfully. "The emperor said that this matter cannot be known to the empress and the empress, and the slave does what the emperor tells you."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded with satisfaction, "When Xiao Jiu returns, I will bring him to me first, and I will personally take him to see the queen."

He looked at the empty bowl of pear soup, "It is not easy for the queen to be in charge of the harem. This matter may make her happier."

Li Ren responded, "The emperor has worked hard, and the empress will be happier when the nine princes come back."

...

Rong Ming’s wind and cold cannot come out

It was all right in three days.

Not only has the wind and cold gone, but the injury on his leg is obvious and much better.

Even if there is no one to support and no attachment, he stands up alone and can support it for a while.

Rong Ming got up from the wheelchair, his legs that hadn't walked for a long time supported his body, his steps trembled.

Step by step, he was slow and heavy, walked to the door, raised his hand and pushed it open.

For ordinary people, it's just an ordinary distance.

For Rong Chen, it was an experience that he had never experienced again in a year.

He stood in the clear and lingering light of the day, his back was straight and straight, and his hands behind him were shaking slightly.

Fingers trembled, and after standing silently for nearly a stick of incense, the stormy sea in his eyes finally stopped.

After returning to the house, he sat back in the wheelchair.

After returning to the wheelchair, those two legs were placed on the pedals, and they were as weak as the front, but the look in the eyes of its owner had changed.

Just as the trapped beast in the cage finally got out of it, those long-suppressed desire for revenge and bloodthirsty killing intent accumulated in his pupils, and gradually became dark and thick that ordinary people could not understand.

...

Rong Ming went to the hospital and found the old doctor.

The old doctor finished the pulse for him, and the whole person was quite surprised, "You are getting better too soon."

Rong Ming nodded.

The old doctor saw him in a calm mood. He only felt that he was young, but he was as old as an old man who had lived for decades.

I sat in a wheelchair for a whole year with my legs gone, and suddenly healed, who is not ecstasy?

He is different.

Rong Ming held a letter in his arms.

It is still the letter paper with the handprints of the dead man's blood pressed.

He knew that the palace, especially the Fairview Palace, is now full of excitement.

The queen was extremely suspicious, began to doubt a person, and could no longer trust it from then on.

Even if Mother Ji was the old mother she brought with her when she never came out of the cabinet, as long as she became suspicious, she would never believe it again.

The letters from the queen later urged her "dead man" to ask the "dead man" to find out who had colluded with Madam Ji.

She didn't know it was him who actually saw the letter.

If the queen knew it was him someday, she wouldn't know what kind of expression she would show.

The young man's eyes were dark, but he hid the city in silence.

The cat teases the mouse. Before the mouse dies, he always has to play for a while.

When the old doctor finished the diagnosis for him, he wanted to leave.

The old doctor watched him change into a wheelchair and shouted to Rong Ming, "It's okay for you to walk around now, you don't have to sit in a wheelchair."

Rong Ming shook his head lightly, "I'm afraid of pain."

Although it is a lie, his face remains unchanged.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain from taking those medicines, but are you afraid of the pain when you walk?"

Serious illnesses are difficult to treat. The medicine given by the genius doctor is either medicine or poison. It is said that the pain caused by ants drilling the bones at night after taking it. No, when will this pain last?

The old doctor laughed, "It's fine, let you walk now, you may not get used to it. In this case, you can sit in a wheelchair for a few more days. Young master, congratulations, your leg injury can be cured, it's really not easy. "

Rong Ming's expression was slightly cold.

He didn't know what to say at the moment.

In front of almost everyone, he did not have a strong desire to talk to people.

The old doctor talked to him, although he listened, his heart was not moved.

It's like the last time Jiang Jinxing was arguing for sugar. He didn't know what to do and what expression to show.

The old doctor talked a little bit more, and said to Rong Chen, "Your leg is healed, so thank you Miss Jiang. Thanks to her for finding medicine for you, I should also thank her for being a genius doctor, which inspired me a lot. ."

Just like breaking ice, there was a hint of warmth in Rong's cold face.

The cold eyes, when thinking of the petite figure of the little girl in his heart, became much more vivid.

He looked down, "It's all her credit."

Thinking about how Jiang Lao treats others on weekdays, he said to the old doctor, "Thank you, old man."

The old doctor was excited, "Then your leg is healed, but you must go and thank her."

"But just to say thank you, you can't win the girl's heart."

"I'm telling you that girls like jewelry. Think about it, she likes the kind of glittering gold, for the kind with beautiful gemstones, if the jewelry can be given out, 80% of her will accept it. Your mind is up."

Rong Zhao tilted his head, thinking of the jewelry Jiang Lao usually wears, his eyes softened unconsciously.

The old doctor didn’t care if he listened, he smiled, as if remembering something, the arc of the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes became much deeper because of the smile, and said leisurely: “At the beginning, the old lady was because of a white jade hairpin. , Nodded and promised to marry me. Since then, I will buy hairpins for her every year. What kind of hairpins should I buy this year? I'll think about it."

...

Rong Chen sent the letter away.

Back, when passing a jewelry store, stopped.

shop

The boss saw that Rong Ming was dressed normally, but his temperament could not conceal his extravagance, so he unconsciously treated him a little bit more eagerly, "Young Master, what do you want to see?"

"Look at the jewelry." Rong Chen said.

"It's a gift, it's..."

"Give it away."

"I don't know if it's for your elders, family, or for the little girl Xinyi?"

"My favorite...little girl." Rong Ming looked slightly aside.

The shopkeeper knew it, and picked a hairpin. "Look at this white jade and water lotus hairpin. The little girl puts it on. It can line the eyebrows and looks very beautiful."

Rong Ming looked at it, frowned, his gaze swept over the other hairpins, and said, "Wear other hairpins, they are also beautiful."

The shopkeeper smiled, "Naturally, the young master is already a human being, and the girl who wants to like it has to look like a beautiful country."

The shopkeeper’s words are mostly a polite way to win business. Unexpectedly, just after he finished saying the words "Qing Guo Qingcheng", he heard his little guest whispered "Yeah".

Although his voice was weak, he agreed with his expression.

The shopkeeper laughed, and there was beauty in the eyes of the lover, which was how much he liked the little girl.

He continued to win the business, "It's just this one in my hand. The jade used is the best material. The girls like it very much. It can show your heart best."

Rong Chen was a little dissatisfied, "Is this hairpin selling well?"

"Of course it's good. This is the best hairpin in the shop."

"I don't want this."

"I want jade material." He said.

...

Rong Ming was busy all night, and the next day, on the table, the rough jade that he bought turned into a beautiful white feather hairpin.

What he wants to give her can only be the only one in the world, and only she has it.

The remaining jade material was ground into a small piece of jade by him.

Only Qian always repairs the bench table for himself, and it is the first time he makes jewelry.

He grasped the small sharp knife all night and put it down, his eyes were bloodshot, blinking, his eyelids were dry, and he was a little nervous holding the hairpin in his palm.

He glanced at the hairpin, glance after glance.

Hesitated slightly.

I don't know if she will like it.

Before the hairpin was exchanged, Yu Jue was worn by him with a red thread and worn around his waist, next to the old purse.

...

Concubine Yun’s letter came with her ten boxes of spices, a gift she gave to her precious niece.

Concubine Yun Gui has always loved beauty and has a deep study of rouge powder.

Jiang Lao is young now, and he is unlikely to use these things.

With the ten boxes of precious spices said to be sent from the Western Regions, I went to find her parents.

Si Ye and Jiang Qin were sitting and standing in front of their desks.

"Father, mother."

Hearing Jiang Lao's voice, the two raised their eyes from the letter.

Ju is a not-so-good-looking complexion.

Jiang Siye stood behind Jiang Qin, his brows furrowed, and his expression solemn, "Come here every year."

"Daddy has something to tell you."