I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

He didn't return to Jinling for many years, and he didn't recognize a few people except for the few houses that walked around frequently.

She glanced behind her.

Neither Ming Shao nor the lady in her aunt's palace followed up.

Behind him, the red palace wall was only a few dozen steps away from the corner, and there was no one on the road.

Can't find anyone to find out who the girl with tears in his eyes is. Jiang Lao is not so bad and kind, and when he doesn't even know the other party's character and family background, he rushed to catch up with the girl and handed the veil.

She cried like this, maybe she was torn up with others.

Jiang Lao only wanted to watch the show, not to get involved in the game.

She just glanced back at Shen Xianying's back, and then withdrew her gaze.

I was not curious about the person who made Shen Xianying cry on the corner, looking around, looking for the white cat.

The cat stepped on the narrow palace wall, as if he were a little master of this realm, with his round head tilted up, and his plump tail, twisted step by step, and walked forward.

The cold gaze that greeted the young man under the wall, as if being frightened, his whole white hair exploded suddenly.

Turning his head, he threw himself into Jiang Lao's arms.

Rong Ming's gaze stopped for a moment on the cat, his gaze was slightly cool.

Huaiqing stared at the white cat flying behind the wall, "What a cute white cat."

Rong Chen said coldly: "There is nothing cute."

Eyes are bored.

"Continue to talk about what you inquired about." He said.

Huaiqing gave an "Oh", thought for a while, remembering that he was interrupted just now, and then said: "What His Royal Highness is looking for is Ning'an Bo Mansion, a family with four bedrooms."

"Siye Jiang has a daughter. Fang Jiqiu is called Jiang Lao after two years."

"When the minion went to inquire in the morning, I heard people say that they had just returned from Yecheng today."

Rong Ming's eyes were full of exhaustion, and he mutely said, "I know."

He steered the wheelchair and turned around.

Huai Qing asked in a low voice, "Didn't the master want to find someone at the palace banquet?"

"No need."

He was too impatient.

I thought that she might go back to Jinling or go to a palace banquet. Just think of the palace banquet and take a look.

But he also knew in his heart that even if she really wanted to return to Jinling, counting the time, he would definitely be ahead of her, who was rushing around the clock day and night.

He is now in Jinling, she may not be there.

Even if she comes back, her home has not been in Jinling for many years, I am afraid that she will not receive the invitation to the palace banquet. Today's palace banquet should be without her.

He just... just wanted to see her too much in his heart.

Those are only extremely

There is only one occasion where she is possible, knowing that she will not be there, but can't help but go and take a look.

Turning around, the back in the wheelchair looks lonely.

But his eyes are as sharp as a little wolf in the night, when hunting for food, he is desperate and determined.

Since she is in Jinling.

Sooner or later, he will come by his side.

...

The plump white cat leaped towards Jiang Lao's arms, but couldn't find a good position, and kicked Jiang Lao's face.

Jiang Lao was a little caught off guard, his body stepped back for a short while, and his ears were buzzing.

The weighty little chubby cat slid into her arms at this time, as if confessing a mistake, and meowing.

It took Jiang Lao a little while to calm down from the buzzing tinnitus.

On the other side of the corner, there seemed to be a voice conversation, and when the cat was pounced, she heard nothing.

For a while, my forehead hurts a bit.

There was another meow in his arms.

Jiang Lao didn't intend to care about anything with this little animal. He felt helpless when he heard it meow twice. He pinched its nose and whispered, "Don't run around next time, pomegranate."

She hugged the cat, tightly circled its fluffy tail with her fingers, lest it escape again.

The heavy fat cat nestled in his arms, and Jiang Lao took it back and walked towards Concubine Yun's palace.

After the corner, the figure who was facing two opposite directions with Jiang Lao and drifting away suddenly stagnated.

When Huaiqing saw Rong Ming stopped suddenly, he stopped and said, "Master, do you want to take a look at the palace banquet again?"

Huaiqing didn't know the true intention of Rong Ming's visit to the palace banquet.

Rong Ming hid his mind deeply and would not tell him.

He thought instead that Rong Ming wanted to go to the palace banquet, just to join in the fun.

After all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and it was normal to want to join in the fun.

It's just that the master he followed is a bit pitiful.

Because two legs were injured and needed to rest, the empress gave an oral order directly, not allowing him to go to the banquet.

Rong Zhen did not hear Huai Qing's questioning at all.

The body trembled slightly, "Huaiqing, have you heard someone talking?"

He even steered the wheelchair, quickly turned back and walked around the corner.

Huaiqing is no better than Rong Ming's childhood practice of martial arts.

He saw and heard, just like ordinary people, the chaos was still unopened, and he heard nothing. He shook his head and said, "The slave heard nothing."

The wheel of the wheelchair ran over on the bluestone road, and Rong Chen had reached the corner.

The road behind the corner was empty.

Only the lonely wind blows the willows on the palace wall.

Rong Ming's brows closed tightly, and his obsession was too deep, calling

His temples are sore and sore.

Did he hear it wrong?

The eye sockets are also a bit astringent.

...

Shen Yanying ran out for a long time.

He pressed his hand on his chest, panting violently, and was shocked.

In the eyes of the people, the future emperor is a **** of war who can still sit in the barracks, command soldiers, and victorious in all battles even if his legs are disabled.

He is also a cold-blooded tyrant with moody and thunderous methods.

But she had seen how special he treated the little maid next to him, and heard some rumors.

After falling into the water and rebirth, she calculated the time.

The servant girl was the one he met after he became the throne.

This time, she would meet the Nine Princes earlier than her, and be one step ahead to let that special fall on her head.

Shen Yanying clenched her fists fiercely, her eyes full of unwillingness.

The position of that mother yi world is really tempting.

If the problem doesn't come in the morning and evening, then it lies in the person.

In that case

She wouldn't ask the pariah who was a maid to appear next to Rong Chen again.

Shen Xianying recalled the face of the little girl who was always timidly following behind the new emperor in his memory.

But there was a momentary doubt in his mind.

Why, she felt that she was born again, as if she had already seen this face?

But when will she pay attention to the appearance of those inferior maids.

Strange, where has she seen this face?

...

Jiang Qin learned from Concubine Yun that Rong Ming had returned to Jinling.

After knowing that Jin Yiwei, who had returned with Rong Ming, hurriedly hurried day and night, and arrived in Jinling two days earlier than they had changed.

Dumbfounding.

Along the way, the husband was worried and rushed non-stop, worrying about how to tell his daughter that they would not return to Yecheng after returning to Jinling.

Unexpectedly, the person her husband tried desperately to avoid was waiting in Jinling one step earlier.

She was really dumbfounded.

Originally, Jiang Qin was more open to the matter of marrying his daughter than Jiang Siye. At this moment, she felt like this by coincidence.

Regardless of whether it is the Ninth Prince, there is that face there, there is nothing unsatisfactory about her switching.

"Don't say anything about the return of the Ninth Prince." Jiang Qin said.

Otherwise, let her husband know, for fear of getting angry and sick.

Concubine Yun Gui responded and asked, "Then the young man is the Ninth Prince's business, don't you know every year?"

Jiang Qin said: "The Fourth Master doesn't want to tell Nian Nian that the child is the Ninth Prince. But I look at it, Nian Nian seems to have guessed something by himself."

She said: "These two children almost made a marriage contract when they were young."

"I didn't enter the palace at that time. Fortunately, the marriage contract was not set." Concubine Yun snorted, "Otherwise the queen's son is my niece's fiancé, and I have to vomit to death."

"The Queen always shows off in front of others how hard she has been raising this child, and it makes people feel annoying to hear it."

Jiang Qin remembered that she had a long conversation with his husband during those recent nights.

Said: "Maybe the queen treats that child not as well as she looks."

"It's just not so good." Jiang Lao, who was holding the cat, returned, and put the cat back into Concubine Yun's arms. "Auntie, you care about the pomegranate. It always wants to run west."

"This little evil cat!" Concubine Yun Gui cursed, holding the pomegranate in her arms, "I don't have the appearance of pets in this palace, every day I think of catching mice in those unoccupied palaces in the West Palace."

Concubine Yun Gui caught the pomegranate and turned to look at Jiang Lao, "What did you say just now, but it's not so good?"

Jiang Lao returned to the table and sat down, asked for a veil to wipe his face with Gong E, and said, "The queen is not so good to the nine princes."

Jiang Qin said in his heart: My daughter has already guessed that she is the Ninth Prince.

"Not so good?" Concubine Yun sneered, "But I looked at her kind mother with sincere affection, and felt that she treated the Ninth Prince, although she was not as good as her own son, but she was considered a qualified mother."

"It's really rare to see such a woman." Concubine Yun Gui said in annoyance, "Even if I don't have children, I would never raise other people's children, let alone treat other people's children as their own children."

"The nine princes broke their legs, maybe they can't get rid of the queen." Jiang Lao knew that the partition wall in the palace had ears, so he quietly attached the ears to Concubine Yun Gui's ears, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I'm 90% sure." She added.

Concubine Yun Gui's face was startled at first, and then her eyes lit up, "If we can find evidence, wouldn't it be possible to deflate this woman?"

Jiang Lao, who wanted a helper to deal with the queen, nodded immediately.

...

Jiang Lao, it is easy to enter the Shuxiang Palace of the Yun imperial concubine, but difficult to get out of the Yun imperial Concubine's Shuxiang Palace.

Concubine Yun had to stay in the palace for a few days.

Jiang Qin thought about the mess of the Jiang family and those annoying relatives, and felt that leaving her daughter in the Shuxiang Palace would clean up a lot.

Jiang Lao stayed here.

When she was about to fall asleep at night, she hugged the pillow, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

In the first two days, this unpleasant feeling was lightened. In the past few days, as the time of leaving Yecheng became longer and longer, this unpleasant feeling became more and more popular.

Worried about Rong Ming's leg injury.

For a while, I wanted to dream, and dream of what happened to him; I was afraid of dreaming, and dreamed that he was not doing well, so she couldn't go back immediately, so she could only be anxious.

When I couldn't sleep, I got up, saw the pomegranate rolling under the moonlight in the yard, and reached out to fish it into my arms.

The white cat of her aunt, likes sticking to her most these days.

If Rong Chen is the same as the pomegranate, it would be good if it is within reach.

Jiang Lao pinched the two small fat legs of Pomegranate for a while. Later, after falling asleep, the two small fat legs and big tail of Pomegranate always swayed in her dreams.

In the dream, she ran after pomegranate to a yard.

After holding the pomegranate, he looked up and saw Rong Chen.

He was drunk, his clothes open, and he fell in the courtyard, looking depressed and decadent.

She didn't have time to figure out in her dream why Rong Chen was in the palace and why she was so drunk, and was awakened by a rustling sound.

Pomegranate's paws grasped the small clothes she wore next to the pink powder, opened the round and big cat eyes, and rushed out of the window with a meow.

The weather is not bright, I don't know what time it is.

Jiang Lao was instantly sober looking at the little clothes that disappeared by the couch and the white shadows rushing out.

A girl’s little clothes must not be littered.

If it is picked up by a caring person, it is bound to ruin its reputation.

She hurriedly dressed and went to bed, chasing the pomegranate, thinking about the scene overlapping with the dream, but she was a little unbelievable.

Is this dream also true?

But Rong Ming is obviously not in Jinling, but in Yecheng.

...

Rong Ming knew about Jiang Lao in Shuxiang Palace.

Knowing that she was the aunt of Jiang Siye in Ning'an Bofu, he quickly found out all the families that had good and bad relationships with her family, and knew that she had an aunt who was a noble concubine in the palace.

He waited for her for two days, but she did not come to him.

It was as if he had really abandoned him.

The bottom of Rong Ming's eyes were red, and the dark thoughts in his heart clamored uncomfortably.

...

In Yecheng, when he didn't know where Jiang Luo had gone, Rong Chen asked where he could go.

When I asked the old doctor in the hospital, the old doctor didn't know anything.

Rong Ming's eyes were scarlet in front of the old doctor, and his voice was dumb, "She left me behind."

The old doctor looked a little pitiful at his appearance, and persuaded: "Perhaps... she didn't mean it."

"My wife, also left me." The old doctor who was always smiling nonsense, no smile on his face, "I clearly said to accompany me with a white head, but she could not accompany me with a white head, but the old man knows , It’s not that she wants this, no complaint, no wonder."

"Little master, that little girl, may have her reasons."

...

Rong Ming's throat was blocked in panic.

He wanted to block her to ask in person, and was afraid that he would really ask the answer he didn't want to hear, and could no longer control the dark thoughts in his heart.

Lock it up, hide it.

Make her hurt, make her uncomfortable.

I don't want her to be too painful and uncomfortable.

The two eunuchs Si Ying and Huai Qing drank away. He was drunk for the first time.

I was drunk thoroughly.

...

Jiang Lao chased the pomegranate, and the more he chased it, the more annoyed it became.

Her little clothes were dropped by it halfway, and the sharp claws tore the little clothes to pieces. Jiang Lao picked it up little by little. Watching the pomegranate claws change and press a few pieces underneath, he was angry and annoyed, learning. In her aunt's tone, she called pomegranate a bad cat.

I finally caught the pomegranate, but felt that the scene was exactly the same as in the dream, and when I looked up, my heart beat like a beating.

Rong Chen was right in front of her.

In this spacious and cold yard with tall trees, he opened his arms and his clothes were completely wet.

Jiang Lao held the cat in his arms and was stunned.

She chased the cat, all in sweat. In the dense heartbeat, I suddenly remembered the rumor that my aunt had told her about some palaces in the west of the imperial city that were haunted.

Lowered his head, the moonlight enveloped the boy's face flushed with alcohol, the figure between the young and the boy, and the thin and tough chest was slightly wet.

Really, like a fancy ghost.

Jiang Lao couldn't help but touched his forehead.

The forehead is hot.

It's human.

She breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand, but when she withdrew her hand, she was gripped tightly by a sudden force.

The drunk opened his drunk eyes.

He laughed lowly, "I dreamed of you again."

Before Jiang Laohuan had time to react, his wrist was pulled forward by the burning force.

Slender fingers clasped the back of the little girl's head in his arms, and Rong Ming pressed his forehead against her.

Even dreaming...

"It's nice to see you."

His fingers suddenly strained slightly.

There was a warmth on Jiang Lao's lips.

But the back of his head was firmly clasped by him, but he didn't even have room to escape.