I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

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Jiang Lao usually takes care of herself. On nine out of ten days, she only cooks salted fish. She is used to laziness. She goes back and forth for two journeys, but before returning home, her ankles become sore, and the arm pushing the wheelchair is also tired.

I really don't know how she endured the sins in her dreams.

When I returned home, the first thing was to rest on the couch, with my small face buried in the pillow, like a lotus leaf that was crushed by the rainstorm in summer, as lazy as boneless, and I didn't like to raise my arms.

The maid Ming Shao took off her satin shoes covered with slush, and looked at her lazy look, pitying and puzzled.

"Look at the girl who is tired. Just ask an entourage to send it off. Why bother yourself? The degree of the girl's hands-on work is too much for that person."

Jiang Lao thought of the boy's indifferent face, but his head buried in the pillow shook gently.

I just did this. How can I be too caring?

She thinks about going to him again tomorrow.

He is as cold as a block of ice now, but if she treats him well day by day, there will be a day when the ice cube melts, and he will not be angry with her and his brother at that time.

Jiang Lao became more sleepy, his eyelids gradually closed, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up holding the blanket, and looked regretful.

She said that she always felt that she hadn't done something.

She forgot to exchange the boy's purse for him.

She is so absent-minded!

With no drowsiness, Jiang Lao slipped off the couch, wore a little face, dressed again, and took his purse and went out.

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Snow fell from the sky again, and the snow was not big, like a shallow haze.

The fluttering sound of snowflakes falling on the branches and the sound of children's play, mixed together, reached Jiang Lao's ears.

The further westward, the clearer the children's joyous laughter.

Listening to their conversation is like a snowball fight.

"The biggest snowball in my hand"

"What kind of skill is it, obviously I throw the most and the most accurate"

"Huh, let's throw it again and see who throws it correctly this time."

Hearing these childish words, Jiang Lao couldn't help but laugh.

It's so good and full of life.

Only when she turned a corner and saw the direction in which the snow-playing children were throwing snowballs, her smile froze on the corners of her lips.

The snowball of the group of children, aimed at the direction, is the boy.

His wheelchair was stuck in the snow. He was holding the wheel firmly with both hands. He was turning the wheelchair forward with difficulty, but the threshold blocked his way. The wheel of the wheelchair trembled, and he would fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention.

From when she left to when she came back, his position didn't seem to have changed.

The muscles of his arms were tightened because of the force, the sleeves were supported with vague lines, shoulders and shoulders were snowy, and the back was deeper and shallower, stained with broken snowballs, and his back was tall and lonely. .

Jiang Lao hurriedly ran forward to support his wheelchair and brushed away the snow on his shoulders. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and her hydrated apricot eyes widened, and she shouted to the group of children in the snow, "Which You bully people like this"

Instead, the children laughed and didn't care, and there was no shame on their faces, and they all roared together: "That's a handicapped person than a lame. If you have the ability to crippled waste, let this waste be thrown back."

There seemed to be something buzzing in Jiang Lao's mind.

She glanced down at the person in the wheelchair.

He was gloomy and silent, his eyes were pools of water, and he had no response.

It's like...like getting used to it.

Jiang Lao felt sour for no reason, and his body was trembling because of the hateful behavior of these children.

She couldn't vent her anger, and quickly threw a few snowballs at the group of children, replacing their teeth with teeth.

Suddenly the stone hit Quefei, and the group of children dispersed in a swarm and disappeared behind the corner house.

But the snowball thrown by Jiang Lao was not far away. Her strength was too small, and she could not hit a single star.

The children came out again one after another, making all kinds of grimacing, "Slightly, you are just like that disabled person, you are also a trash, a trash."

Jiang Lao was so angry that his eyes were red.

Rong Wei glanced at her.

The ridiculous look is even worse.

Since she already got what she wanted, why did she want to come back.

Instead, help him pretentiously and make a look of sincerity.

Except for the jade talisman, what he exchanged was left with his life.

His fists fell on his knees, clenched tightly, and blue veins appeared. She has a slender neck. If she is really like what she showed by throwing a snowball just now, with his current strength, she can be put to death in exchange.

Jiang Lao met his gaze, but he was startled.

His eyes are black and beautiful, but any emotion in them will brighten his eyes.

This also allowed her to see clearly the disgust, disgust and blood in his sight.

She only left for a while, and his attitude obviously changed.

Jiang Lao wanted to cry without tears. Where did she offend him?

Watching from

Having touched the finger on his shoulder, Jiang Lao suddenly seemed to understand something, and suddenly retracted his finger.

She guessed that she met him and made him unhappy.

After realizing this, when Jiang Lao moved him into the house, his strength was almost exhausted.

I was afraid of hurting him, and dare not touch him.

During the whole process, Rong Lu endured the pain in his legs, and looked at the guess secretly without saying a word, trying to figure out what she wanted to do.

After entering Chaimen and stepping into the Sifang courtyard, she wanted to send him into the house, but he didn't allow her to enter.

Jiang Lao stopped listening to what he said, but bowed his head in frustration and looked at the small courtyard.

This place is deserted and narrower than Jiang Lao imagined.

The entire yard was covered by snowflakes and no one cleaned it.

There was nothing in the yard, only a few moldy firewoods stood at the corner of the west wall. The door and window lattices were full of cobwebs. After opening the door, there were four bare white walls. When the wind passed through, this empty room appeared like a huge grave.

The whole room was filled with dark and damp atmosphere, not like a place where people lived.

The place where his young master lives is not as good as the place where the people of her family live.

What kind of master is this?

The servant named Wang Zhou was nowhere to be seen. Jiang Lao looked left and right, his mouth narrowed, "Where is your servant? He clearly promised me to send you back to the house."

Rong Chen finally consumed all his patience at this moment.

His fingers were gathered and clenched, the veins violently violently, staring at her thin neck that seemed to be broken with one hand, a bloodthirsty aura floated up under his eyes, mixed with unwillingness.

If it wasn't for the frostbitten leg in the snow just now, she was too weak, and she didn't know if she was pretending or if he could kill her at once, why should he hold back her hands.

"What are you here for?" He asked in a deep voice, turning the wheelchair quietly with his fingers, getting closer to Jiang Lao, his cold eyes entangled on her neck.

Jiang Laohuan turned his head around looking for Wang Zhou. Hearing his question, he slowly turned his head back. After thinking about it, he knocked his head in surprise, "Almost forgot..."

Annoyed, she looked for it in her arms and handed him the purse, "I saw that your purse was dirty, so I asked the maid to take it and wash it. The cracked place was filled with needles and threads, and the jade pendant inside was also replaced. I just sent you back just now, it was too hurried, I forgot to give it to you, now it’s you."

Rong Zhen was taken aback for a moment.

In the little hand that opened in front of him, lying in the palm of his hand was his purse with jade charms.

The palm of her hand had just caught the snow ball, and her skin was flushed with snow.

He misunderstood her.

Rong Zhen loosened his clenched fist, and the veins on the back of his hand gradually faded.

Thinking back to her actions that he thought were hypocrisy just now, she felt a bit complicated for a while.

It's just that the gaze he looked at her was still cold and cold, without emotions, feelings, and no trust, full of indifferent scrutiny, and still defensive.

The corners of her nose and eyes were also a little red, and she even breathed softly. The beautiful eyes are as if washed with water, with a timid look, like the scared expression of a hunter's little animal.

Afraid of him? He is disabled, what's to be afraid of.

When Jiang Lao came here, he typed all the scripts and thought about all kinds of words. But when he really saw him, he was as nervous as a rabbit sending himself into a wolf's nest, and he couldn't say a word of what he thought.

Seeing him with a cold-hearted look, she suddenly remembered the scene of revenge and abuse by him in her dream, and her knees couldn't help but began to tremble.

His eyes seemed to be murderous...

She doesn't want to stay here anymore, send warmth or something, wait until she has the courage to come.

Jiang Lao suppressed the fear in his heart, stuffed the purse into his hand, and muttered in a low voice, "The purse...has been replaced by you, then I will leave."

After speaking, he quickly ran to the door, and quickly reached the doorknob with his hand.

At this time, I heard a thank you coming from behind.

Jiang Lao was taken aback, and his footsteps stopped.

Then he reacted, his eyes turned around brightly.

But he saw the young man with his back facing her, his thin and lonely back sinking in the dark shadow of the room.

It was the look of indifference and extreme indifference.

She thought that he had said thank you, and the grievances between the two of them could be wiped out.

Think too much.

Jiang Luoxun lowered his head and turned to leave.

Rong Ming kept his eyes down, his eyes stopped on the purse in his hand, but his ears were listening to her footsteps.

She was very small, and her steps were very small and light, but she walked very fast, and she made a creaking sound when she stepped on the snow, and the sound of her footsteps gradually weakened.

Until, I can't hear it anymore.

He turned his head and saw the snow in a yard in his sight.

On the white snow, there was a series of small footprints.

He looked down at the purse in his hand, his slender fingers slowly gathered, and he held it tightly on the palm of his hand.

No one has ever helped him sew a purse.

This old purse has been dirty since the day he picked it up.

But now, it is an unprecedented cluster

New and clean.

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At night, the north wind raged.

The dilapidated wooden windows could not withstand the cold wind at all, and were creaked by the wind. The temperature inside the house was as wet and cold as the outside, and a white wall was useless.

In the darkness, Rong Ming's face was sweating with pain.

Wang Zhou snored like thunder next door, and he shrank and wrapped himself in the quilt.

He accidentally rolled under the bed, trying to stand up on the bed, but didn't have the strength, so he had to confess his fate and lay on the ground.

The ground was bitterly cold, the quilt covered on his body was thin, the quilt was almost nothing, and there was no function of keeping out the cold, making people unable to sleep at all.

He stared at the long night with dark eyes, and the chaos was dark, as if he had returned to the cold night of his childhood.

The night when his emperor brothers and brothers were locked up in the cold palace.

I don't know how many concubines they have hanged or died of illness there. They locked the door and didn't let him out.

The wind sounded like a ghost crying through the hole in the window, whizzing in. He was small and shrank his body under the table to withstand the cold wind.

There was the sound of mice gnawing in the dark. He curled up under the table, staring at the door without blinking, looking forward to the moment, hoping that someone would open the door.

What was waiting was a whole night of darkness and coldness.

This kind of dying, breathless night is endless, night after night, and come back after the end of the exchange, as if to kill people's hopes, and never stop.

Now that he has grown up, he looked at the door, and he no longer had the idea of ​​hoping for someone.

It's just that the sky will break soon, and the sun will come out to make the body warmer.

Royal palace.

Inside the Fairview Palace, heaters are burning on all sides and in the center. When it is warm like spring, the furnishings in the room are all luxurious and luxurious. The table was hot with thin wine, and the wine and food fragrant.

Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe, and the 12-year-old 17th prince sat together to eat supper, enjoying themselves.

Seeing that the atmosphere was very good at this moment, Empress Jiahe smiled and said to Emperor Zhaowu: "Little Seventeen has been practicing archery hard recently. He has already made a lot of diligence. Can the emperor want to see it?"

Emperor Zhaowu was quite fond of archery, and when he heard the words, he immediately became interested and asked the **** to send arrows and targets.

The queen thought that if her son could show off his archery skills, he would definitely be favored by the emperor. For a while, she smiled and raised her lips.

The seventeenth prince geared up, rushed forward excitedly, shot an arrow, but missed the target and shot to the wall.

It was just an arrow. Emperor Zhaowu didn't say anything after switching, but the empress' expression immediately became embarrassed.

Only the seventeenth prince shot another arrow in the air,

The queen's face became more and more frosty.

Among the last ten arrows, only one was near the bullseye.

Seeing that the queen was anxious, she wanted to try for her son.

Ask him to practice hard, how did he become like this?

The expectant smile on Emperor Zhaowu's face was put away a little bit, and the dissatisfaction was only evident.

The queen smiled embarrassingly, and said for her son: "Little Seventeen has been busy with schoolwork recently, and he has been working hard again. I think he is a little tired."

Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "Xi Jian also looks at talents, and he can't be trained with kung fu. Xiao Shiqi may have other strengths, so you don't have to be attached to it."

With his fingers on the case, he suddenly turned his head and asked: "How is Xiao Jiu? I remember, his archery skills are excellent."

The queen was taken aback for a moment.

Emperor Zhaowu had many heirs, with a total of seventeen children under his knees. Except for those who died early, twelve lived in the world instead.

Rong Ming ranked ninth among the seventeen princes and princes. His biological mother was only a court lady, but because of her low status, she attracted the attention of Emperor Zhaowu because of her outstanding beauty. Difficult to give birth to death.

Rong Chen was born and lost his mother. Soon after he was born, he was raised with Empress Jiahe.

The world says that Jia and the Queen are gentle and courteous, and treat other people's children as if they were her own, but they don't know that she is gentle on the surface and viper inside.

Although she adopted Rong Chen, she only asked Emperor Zhaowu and the world to praise her generously. With hatred for the court lady's favor, she never really treated him as her own child and avenged her revenge on Rong Zhao. Body.

Even if Rong Wei was raised with her, he was like no mother, lacking food and clothing, being left out in the cold, helpless in the palace, and humble like a weed.

He has been weak since he was a child, with a withdrawn temperament, hidden behind the crowd, very inconspicuous. When a foreigner came to pay tribute when he was thirteen years old, he unexpectedly won three consecutive matches against adult men of foreign nationality, which was a blockbuster.

When shooting hunting, the young man draws his bow, has a hundred shots, and is full of spirits.

Attracted Zhaowu Emperor Longyan Joy, more than admiration.

This makes Jiahe Queen extremely jealous.

Unlike the former dynasty who established his son as a prince, the emperor passed on to the throne but not passed on to his son. Emperor Zhaowu has never established a prince. If in the end, her own son Xiao Shiqi was compared with the son of a lowly court lady, how could she bear this tone?

When hunting in the autumn of last year, she sent an assassin to shoot Rong Ming’s legs secretly, and she repeatedly assured that someone would follow the imperial doctor on the grounds that the situation in the capital was chaotic, the murderer was not caught, and that there would be trouble again, and the country was quiet and suitable for healing. The prescription was prescribed for Rong Lu to cure his injuries, and he sent Rong Lu to the countryside.

Over the past year, Emperor Zhaowu has never asked a single question. Today's sudden questioning caught Jiahe and Empress by surprise, and was frightened into a cold sweat.

But after many years of training in the deep palace, she had already cultivated extraordinary concentration and xinxing. She quickly suppressed her fear and calmed down. She replied: "On the other side of Xiao Jiu, the concubine body will send you every month. People ask, and the people who came back this time said that Xiao Jiu's legs are recovering well, but he just wants to get better, so he has to wait some time for the change."

Emperor Zhaowu was suspicious, "Xiao Jiu has been there for a year, so long, why wait for some time to change?"

The queen pinched her palm, her eyes darkened, and calmly replied: "During the autumn hunt, Xiao Jiu was badly injured by the assassin. He even saw the bones in the deepest part of the wound. Even the doctor said it was not so easy to get well. It is also good for his body to let him cultivate in some days."

When Emperor Zhaowu heard the words, his expression of regret or regret appeared on his face, and he warned: "Next time you send someone to give him monthly money, you should pick more good herbs from the Taiyuan Hospital and send them together. Although the countryside is quiet, it is suitable. Resting, but the quality of the medicinal materials is not as good as in the palace."

The queen lowered her eyes, with an extremely meek, considerate and eloquent look, "The emperor’s beloved son is eager, and the concubine herself will share the worries for the emperor, so she will go and order the hospital to send some herbs. Next time she will ask someone to see Xiao Jiu. When, take it with you."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded with satisfaction, and after a late night snack, he left Jinxiu Palace.

Queen Jiahe watched him leave gently until he turned the corner and his face changed suddenly.

She recalled that she had asked her son to perform well in front of Emperor Zhaowu, but ended up being disgusted with talent. In turn, Emperor Zhaowu recalled Rong Chen, regret and hatred for a while, her eyes were cold, as if she had been poisoned. ruthless.

She punished the seventeenth prince to face the wall for half an hour, then called the maid to come over, and ordered the maid to throw all the herbs just retrieved from the hospital into the gutter outside the palace to feed the homeless wild dogs.

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The cold wind kept going all night until the sun was shining.

Rong Ming's legs were stuck on the cold ground all night, and the constant pain made him feel uneasy for a moment and sleepless all night.

At dawn, he looked down at his two frail injured legs, his eyes were green and his eyes were cold and gloomy.

His leg injury worsened again.

I'm afraid it will be completely abolished.