I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Rong Ming met a human trafficker when he was a child.

It was on the eight-year-old side that the people in the palace went to the hunting ground to hunt together. Later, everyone went back, only him, who was deliberately forgotten there.

The hunting ground is close to the old forest in the deep mountains.

In the mountains, tigers roar and roar. In the middle of the night, there are wild beasts raised here for the nobles of the imperial city to shoot and have fun. Every year, it is heard that nearby villagers accidentally enter the hunting ground, accidentally injured or eaten by wild beasts. News.

He thought someone would come to him.

At the age of eight, he stumbled all the way and rolled out of the mountain with a face of blood, and he saw the figure waiting for him on the side of the road as expected.

He was full of joy thinking that it was the person sent from the palace to take him back.

Wrong.

Jia and Queen arranged two paths for the eight-year-old.

One, died in the deep mountains, was bitten to death by wild beasts, gnawed to death, and there were no bones left, filling the belly of wild beasts.

On the other hand, even if he climbed out of the hunting mountain, he would be abducted by human traffickers and sold into a place where he didn’t know, and he didn’t know how he would live in the future.

The trafficker's house is under the mountain, on the outskirts of the city.

He was detained for two days. One night, through a hole in the wall, he learned that Jinling was at the Lantern Festival.

The chill of the wall seeps into the cold between the bones, leaning against the wall, through that small hole, you can see the dazzling lights on the dark sky outside.

The trafficker brought a little girl back that night.

The little girl is five or six years old, and her face is covered with mud.

He didn't bother to see what she looked like.

But she saw the jelly beans and bulging pockets in her hand.

He has been hungry for too long.

...

Seeing that Rong Lu was coming, Jiang Lao stood up and went to help him push his wheelchair in.

Rong Ming lowered his head slightly, his expression surging, dark and unpredictable.

The expression is faint, like a puppy after falling into the water.

...

Huai Qing watched from the side, and said to her heart, let's see, it really is so.

His Royal Highness Nine could walk in a wheelchair by himself, so he didn't need help everywhere. As a result, when Miss Jiang Si looked at him, he started to feel as if she had no strength in her hands.

There is no one-handed wheelchair in the college, and I feel as comfortable as walking on the ground wherever I go.

On the contrary, his expressions and actions revealed an embarrassment of needing someone to help him.

Such a fairy-like jade face, with such a weak expression...

Who saw it and didn't want to help?

If he hadn't made it clear in his heart, His Royal Highness didn't want his help, he wanted to help.

Huaiqing talked in his belly, but he was silent.

He followed behind the two masters in.

For the better, the fourth girl Jiang seemed to understand his master's temper and their difficulties as subordinates. She never blamed him for not being diligent and smart when he was waiting in front of His Royal Highness Nine.

...

After falling the curtain and entering the back room, Jiang Rao returned to the round table, sat next to Jiang Jinxing, and said to Rong Ming, "How is your Royal Highness Nine in the academy today?"

Rong Ming's thoughts are still in the memory, listening to her words, gently raising his eyes.

His Royal Highness...

Since returning to the capital, he has never heard her call him elder brother again.

A bit of irritability was silently suppressed in his sad eyes, and he said slowly: "Everything is fine."

Mr. Yan's reputation made the other scholars in the academy treat him extremely politely.

In that politeness, even with a bit of flattery.

It's all foam.

Those days when someone was stepped in the mud, no one would even look at him.

It is even a good person who can step on him with others without falling into the pit.

Now it's only a slight name, and it's in exchange for flattery and flattery, which is really cool and ridiculous.

But he always remembered who was the one who pulled himself out of the mud.

Only remember that one person.

Rong Ming raised his eyes to look at Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao was relieved with a sigh of relief, and smiled crookedly, "That's good, that's good."

What she knows best is to use silver to manage favors. Copper smells very bad.

But using money to buy people's hearts is not a long-term measure, nor is it feasible everywhere.

It doesn't work in Uncle Yan's Bailu Academy.

Therefore, she was a little unreasonably worried, worried that he would be bullied by others.

But when I think about it, I don’t know that it’s Uncle Yan’s college. How could his disciple be bullied in his college.

Rong Ming's gaze swept across Jiang Lao's face.

A little bit, corresponding to the dirty little girl in my memory.

He thinks he is not a good person, he is evil in his bones, but he has never felt a little bit of guilt because of this.

He was born so, he deserves to be so.

But at that time he didn't know that the little girl was her.

At the age of eight, he just wanted to survive.

No matter what means.

Even if it hurts others.

If he had known it was her, he would not have snatched anything from her.

For the first time, Rong Ming felt guilty for the bad things he had done, and regretted because he couldn't go back to the past.

He didn’t take that abduction

Too much care, from childhood to adulthood, this kind of almost lost life, too much.

But if I think about it, the memory change at that time is clear.

That little girl, who was caught in that night, didn't want other children, so she cried as soon as she came in. Instead, she was calmer than some people older than her, and first went around the house, as if to find a way.

But then her tears did not go away.

When he snatched her jelly beans, she cried very much. The moment she snatched her hairpin, she sat on the ground with scattered hair, howling and crying, tears streaming down her face, turning the mud on her face into a stream. A mud mark.

He felt very noisy at the time.

I feel distressed now.

Later, she cried for too long, tired of crying, and fell asleep in a whisper.

It seemed that he was too scared, so he slept for a while, then rolled over to him and hugged him for warmth.

In the way, he pushed her away.

But after a while, she clung again.

Hugging him, relying on shouting to his mother and father in fear.

Her body is small, but very warm. It's soft, like a fluffy cloud.

But he hated the body temperature of others, even all living creatures, and didn't want to hold her to keep warm even if it was cold at night.

Pushed her away, a total of three times.

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I saw was a small furry head.

The little girl wrapped her hands and feet together on his body, both of her small hands were stretched into his arms, and her palms were against his chest.

"..."

It's someone who can find a place to keep warm.

He pushed her away for the fourth time.

Four times.

How annoying and disgusting when I pushed it away.

How much regret now.

That little girl turned out to be her, but she turned out to be...

Rong Ming's vision was a little bit more depressed and sad, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Year, I heard that, just now you said that you were abducted when you were a child..."

Jiang Lao raised his eyes and glanced at him, only to feel that his eyes were more painful than her brother's.

His eyes were deep and narrow, containing emotions that other people couldn't understand.

"It's been many years ago, I'm not doing well now." Looking at the expressions of the big and the small on the opposite side, as if it was them who were abducted back then, Jiang Lao couldn't help but smile, "Isn't there that kid." Are you there? I'm well protected."

Rong Ming was silent, looking down.

He never thought of saving people.

There is only one idea in his mind to let himself live by unscrupulous means.

Saving people was just a coincidence.

When he thought of this, the fingers hidden under his sleeve couldn't help but tremble.

If it wasn't so coincidental then...

"That kid is amazing! It can protect my sister." Jiang Jinxing has an innate sense of admiration for this heroic deed of saving lives. He listened with bright eyes and repeated it loudly, "He is a great hero."

He climbed to Jiang Lao's knee and raised his little head who wanted to hear the story, "Sister, say more, I want to listen."

Rong Chao frowned when he saw the chubby man crawling into Jiang Lao's arms, his eyes faintly showing possessiveness.

"Come here, your sister is tired." He said to Jiang Jinxing.

Jiang Jinxing turned his head to look at Rong Ming, "But I want Sister A to hold him."

Jiang Lao also loves him, so he closes him in his arms and says to Rong Ming, "I'm not tired."

Rong Ming: "..."

He moved his fingers, trying to stretch his arms, and hugged Jiang Jinxing into his arms.

But this is too difficult.

His arm did not actually move at all.

Folding his brows, he hesitated between holding Jiang Jinxing and letting Jiang Lao hold him.

Both are unbearable.

In Rong's bones, he is private and indifferent, greedy for cold, and hates other people's body temperature.

Until today, I have only had the desire to touch one person.

Standing by the wall, Huaiqing suddenly lost his sight.

Then, he heard his Ninth Royal Highness's command: "Huaiqing, come over and give Young Master Jiang a hug."

Huaiqing looked at Jiang Jinxing's chubby figure: "..."

Can you not hug?

Jiang Jinxing refused to accept the birth, and immediately opened his hand to Huaiqing, the puppy's eyes were bright, "Brother hug."

Huaiqing suddenly felt that although this little dumpling was of considerable weight visible to the naked eye, it was so cute.

For the first time, there was a young master from a big family who called him such an **** and elder brother.

He picked up Jiang Jinxing, and squatted down uncontrollably before he stabilized.

It's so cute.

...

Jiang Jinxing was held by Huaiqing, and his curiosity was very strong. He stared at his sister and continued to ask, "Sister, I know, who was the child who saved you?"

Rong Zhen held his breath.

Jiang Lao was speechless for a while.

After the kid killed someone, blood was splashed on his shoulder.

He calmly opened the door and walked out when all the children were huddled together in fright by his actions, and they were all scared to death.

Never looking back.

But before he left, he threw the **** hairpin back in front of Jiang Lao.

That was the last time Jiang Lao looked at him.

But then his face was not only dried up

The blood stains were added with new blood stains, and the eyes were even more red.

From beginning to end, she didn't see exactly what he looked like.

She shook her head and said to Jiang Jinxing: "I don't know who he is."

Jiang Jinxing was a little disappointed, "I want to thank him instead."

"Sister, didn't you think about looking for him?" he asked.

Jiang Lao shook his head firmly.

When she thought of the child, she thought of the calm and ferociousness of his age when he murdered, replaced by... the blood hairpin he finally threw in front of her.

She has shadows.

"That child was the first to run away. I was worried that he did not go back. Later, I asked people in our family to look for them nearby. There were no children as old as him. Those who lost their children in Jinling said that the children had returned. , He should have gone home."

And she knew that the child had gone home, it was enough.

He seemed to have noticed the change in Rong Ming's gaze on the side, and Jiang Rao glanced at him, always feeling that he was a little strange today.

When Jiang Jinxing saw Jiang Lao shook his head, he was even more puzzled, "But that is Sister A's savior, Sister A doesn't want to see him?"

Jiang Lao had to prevaricate him: "Sister A is so stupid that she can't remember his appearance and can't find him."

Jiang Jinxing narrowed his mouth, regrettably, "Okay."

...

"Just now, did you hide something from your brother?"

After the maid took away the sleepy Jiang Jinxing, Rong Zhen asked aloud.

His eyes are like ink, and his eyes are thick.

Even though it has been basically determined that the girl is Jiang Lao, there is a trace of luck in his heart...

What if she is not?

He remembered clearly that when the trafficker died, she curled up in the corner, fearing to the extreme, her whole body trembled as if she had just been fished out of the cold water.

He didn't know what pity was when he was young, and now he thought of the crying little girl with a wet face, but his heart was so painful that he didn't want him to scare her like that.

"I'm hiding something." Jiang Lao turned his head to look at Rong Ming, "I'm afraid my brother will be afraid if he listens."

"Save my child that year, he was only seven or eight years old, so..." Jiang Lao gestured slightly to the height she remembered, "only such a tall child."

She lowered her eyes slightly and recalled, "Just be fierce, grab my jelly beans, grab my hairpin, just like a little robber, use my hairpin to kill."

The most terrible thing is that this little robber is a trader who has borrowed and traded!

After using the hairpin, he actually threw the **** hairpin back in front of her!

so horrible

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A few years later, her legs became weak as soon as she saw the hairpin, and it took many years to get better.

Jiang Lao said sincerely: "He saved me by killing someone with my hairpin. The two of us are also considered to be borrowed and exchanged. We are not owed or owed. Don't meet again in the future. I am afraid, I am really afraid. ."

And in her heart, she would wish that child a safe life.

There was a slight embarrassment in Rong Ming's expression.

It turned out that it was really her.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes, his expression slowly returning to calm.

But he gave a soft "um", agreeing with Jiang Lao's words, "I won't see each other again."

The tone was clearly firm, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palm of his hand.

He would never let her know that it was him who scared her to cry at that time.

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