I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

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Although Jiang Lao had thought in his heart that he should run more westward to make the youngster change her impression of her as soon as possible, but the successive dreams made her more and more afraid of him.

As soon as she saw him now, she would think of how cruel and cruel he would look like in the future, and all kinds of his revenge on her.

I have been kneeling for a long time in my dream, and my knees are sore when I wake up. As soon as she saw him, she just wanted to run away, let alone what she could do to make him change his impression of her.

The instinct to stay away from danger made Jiang Lao choose to be a turtle for a few days, and ordered a servant to guard her outside the hut in the west of the city, lest the teenager be bullied by those rogue kids.

This night, Jiang Lao dreamed of the growing up boy again, which was clearer than any previous dream.

Because the four princes were in the same party, she and her family were reduced to prisoners after the new emperor ascended the throne.

She was originally a slave. He bought her back and wanted to kill her. After waiting for a while, she didn't take her life. Instead, he made her a servant.

From now on, I will take pleasure in torturing her.

The little girl who had been spoiled by her family in the palm of her hand suddenly became someone else's servant, serving a moody master, she fell from the clouds into the mud, and she was miserable.

But she owed him, she didn't dare to speak anger, she could only bear it day by day...

In the dream, life would be better than death all night, and when he woke up, Jiang Lao's expression was extremely bitter.

Her life is terrible.

With a bitter face, she went out to send a letter to her grandfather after breakfast.

The old man's 60th birthday, although Jiang Lao couldn't make it back, he carefully selected a birthday gift and sent it to his grandfather who was far away in the imperial capital Jinling, as a junior.

The snow lasted for a few days, and the sky was still gray, with occasional snow falling.

On the way out of the city, there was heavy snow and heavy traffic, and the county prince sent someone to post a notice—you are only a soldier, don’t go out of the city.

Just eight characters, quite binding. The whole city cherishes their lives like gold, staying behaved, no one is out of the city.

After Jiang Lao sent the letter, he came out of the post, his head hanging down, his expression was endlessly depressed.

The dream last night made her feel that there are still many hidden dangers on the young side.

So even if she was afraid, she could only endure it, she had to coax him well before talking.

Otherwise, when her house leaves Yecheng, she won't have a chance.

In the tea house near the post house, there are people who can’t get out of the city.

The people who do things.

Jiang Lao saw the people gathered there, his heart moved, and he walked over and asked the locals to inquire about the youth-related matters.

People here told her that the teenager came to Yecheng a year ago.

He is the concubine of a big family in Jinling. He came to this small town to heal his wounds. His family hired a local man named Wang Zhou as his servant for him, and they would send monthly money to him every month.

Jiang Lao asked his name carefully. Since it was from Jinling, he might have dealt with her family.

But about this, the people here are shaking their heads, no one knows.

Half an hour later, Jiang Lao went to the hospital.

She heard that when the teenager first arrived in Yecheng a year ago, she had seen him come here to get medicine.

But now it's been a year, and his leg hasn't changed well.

Jiang Lao couldn't help being curious, and wanted to ask the old doctor what happened to the young man's leg injury.

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In the end, curiosity turned to slight distress and pity.

At first she only knew that there was an injury on his leg. After talking with the old doctor, she knew how serious the injury was on his leg.

When he first arrived at the hospital, the wound on his calf was ulcerated, and the bones were seen deep, and the bones were broken, but he had been tolerating. The old doctor said that in order to save some money, he did not use anesthetics when picking up the broken bones, from head to tail. , He made no sound.

When Jiang Lao listened to the old doctor's words, he realized that he was sweating while resisting the pain. He was just a thirteen-year-old boy at that time.

Usually her brother knocked down and broke a little, and she felt distressed for a long time, but he had suffered the most serious skin wounds, flesh wounds, and bone wounds.

To say he is terrible is really terrible; but if he is pitiful, it is also really pitiful.

When she stepped into the hut in the west of the city again, she held a square bag in her hand, which was heavy.

The bound twine is embedded with several fine prints on the oil-wrapped paper, which is full of Chinese medicine prescribed by the old doctor.

The old doctor said that in the past year, the young man had only visited him once, and after leaving him, he never went to him for medicine.

He clearly instructed the servant next to the young man to ask Yueyue to come and take medicine for his young master. However, from the cold winter to the summer, and then to the cold winter, the cold and the heat, more than eleven months passed in a flash, but the old doctor had never seen it. That servant never did it once.

Jiang Lao was a little unimaginable how he managed to sustain his leg injury like this and without medicine.

The small courtyard is still the sight of yesterday, deserted and depressed, and silent as a tomb. Heavy snow piled up all over the courtyard, and every step you walk on will leave deep footprints.

After a whole night of wind blowing, the door door, which was not strong enough, was even more shaky. As long as he raised his hand and knocked twice, the door creaked and opened by itself.

One place in the house is messy.

Jiang Lao didn't expect that he would see such a scene—a young man crawling on the ground.

He knelt on his knees weakly, and under his knees was a quilt that was even negligibly thin.

With long hair draped behind him, his back arched slightly, and the image of his back was a trapped beast with its fangs and bones removed.

The action looked like he wanted to support the ground with his elbows so that he could use force to support him to stand up.

But even though his arm muscles were tightened, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, but his two legs seemed to have fallen from a heavy stone, and he couldn't move a bit.

The red eyes were filled with defeat and depression.

She walked over in silence, trying to hold him.

But he was so scared that his movements stopped because of his cold gaze that suddenly lifted up.

Rong Zhen heard her coming in.

He looked at her sideways and coughed uncontrollably, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Lao showed him the medicine packet in his hand, "I went to the hospital and got some medicine for you."

Rong Chao was silent.

His temperament has long been worn out by the cannibalistic palace and distorted and suspicious. Everyone he has seen since his birth has laughed and cursed, and none of them are really good to him.

The hypocritical smile of the knife hidden in the smile, he has seen a lot, and the over-warming gesture for him is not much different from the bullying and neglect.

Even if she wanted to make up for him because of guilt, it was enough to achieve this level.

No one really treats him so nicely.

He looked at the concern on her face coldly, as if looking at the poison wrapped in honey.

But he didn't have time to say the words to see off the guests, and he fainted because of the sharp pain of the burn.

…

When he woke up, a pair of warm hands was applying a wet handkerchief to his forehead with gentle movements.

The thin and hard quilt on her body seemed to have been replaced with a new one, warm and thick.

He blinked, and a pleasant and soft question came from his side, "Are you awake?"

Holding the wet handkerchief in his hand, Jiang Lao crouched on the edge of his couch, his head was flush with the edge of the couch, and looked at him in surprise.

After he fainted, his forehead was sweating, his brows were frowning, not knowing it was painful, but he had dreamed of something bad.

Afraid of frightening him, her voice was soft, "You fainted just now and frightened me. I called the old doctor of the medical clinic to come to see him. He said that the wound on your leg was serious again. After catching the cold, I prescribed a few more medicines for you. When you fell asleep, the old doctor boiled the medicine himself and let me feed you."

Rong Lu pressed his lips, his mouth reverberated with the bitterness of herbal medicine.

Even the body has a faint taste of sweetness and bitterness.

Only then did he see a trace of medicine on the front of his shirt.

Jiang Lao also noticed. Her gaze swept across the front of his shirt, and then quickly swept away, her long eyelashes hanging down, "But I'll give you a drink, half a bowl."

An uncomfortable thin red rose on her cheek, and she explained weakly: "I can only feed it in half a bowl, and the rest is spilled, and it's spilled on...you."

Rong Ming raised his eyes, looked at her directly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you give me the medicine?"

"Um."

Jiang Lao wanted the maid to come to feed him, but he didn't know why, when the maid approached him, he was dizzy and actually changed to consciously choking someone on the neck...

It's not okay to change to an old doctor.

Even after fainting, he was so repellent. Jiang Lao made a correction to his character in his heart, not suspicious, but very suspicious, the kind that went deep into his bones was really violent.

But when she approached, he was unusually quiet, and Jiang Lao came to feed him by himself.

When he closed his eyes, he lost the gloomy hostility in his eyes. She was sick and pitiful. She was not afraid, even a little painful. When he was asleep, he couldn't help but trace his beautiful eyebrows with her hand. .

Rong Chen lowered his eyes.

His commoner is darker in color, and the brown medicine is overturned on it, which is not obvious.

On the contrary, it was her, with a heavy brown on the lily-of-the-lily cuffs, which was very abrupt.

Seeing his glance, Jiang Lao subconsciously closed his sleeves.

Most of the girls who come out of high-ranking families value their appearance and cleanliness, and pay particular attention to their appearance and clothing.

Jiang Lao knows how to be the most decent and beautiful—beauty is not just about the face, but also depends on the appearance.

It's rare for her clothes to be smeared with dust, not to mention the sticky and wet smell of medicine on her sleeves as it is now.

She was serving people for the first time, unskilled and clumsy.

Jiang Lao lowered his head, almost subconsciously trying to hide his sleeves, but he didn't know that all of this had already fallen into Rong Ming's eyes.

She can obviously take this point to claim credit and emphasize how tired she is.

But she didn't.

His eyes stayed on her for a long time, dark, like a quiet pool deep in the forest.

Jiang Lao was awkwardly staring at him, and quickly changed the subject, "You are awake now, do you feel better?"

Rong Ming opened his eyes, he sat up, wanted to talk, but coughed heavily.

It was as violent as to cough up all the internal organs.

Jiang Lao felt anxious for him immediately, and handed him a glass of warm water for him to drink, "How come you cough so badly?"

Although Rong Chen took the glass of water she handed over, he hesitated when handing it to his lips.

In the end, I drank it.

Seeing that he is now willing to drink the water she gave, Jiang Lao smirked, and his eyes swept away, his smile immediately put away, got up and brought one small medicine packet after another, and placed it in front of him.

She squatted aside, pointed and said in turn: "This is a medicine for treating wind and cold, this is for treating your leg problems. I put it on the wound."

She followed the same instructions, and talked about everything in detail for a long time, but couldn't bear to tell him that after being invited here, the old doctor looked at his leg injury and shook his head, saying that it was a medicine and stone doctor, and there was little hope of healing. NS…

The old doctor told her that he had a foundation in martial arts, and judging from his physique, he should be a talented person, but unfortunately he broke his leg and wanted to pick up the previous martial arts foundation... and that was basically impossible. The only thing you can count on is good luck. It is unexpected that his leg can be changed completely after half a year, and it may be cured in the end.

It's just that hope is so slim that it can't happen.

Rong Ming said with a hoarse throat, "How many silver taels is the total of these medicines in exchange for the quilt on my body?"

Jiang Lao was taken aback for a moment.

She didn't want his money, if he could owe her something, it would be a good thing for her. Jiang Lao tilted his head, trying to confuse the matter perfunctorily, only saying, "These are not expensive."

"On the third day of next month, someone will send me monthly money, and then I will exchange all the medicine money for you."

As if he hadn't heard her words, Rong Ming just wanted to get the answer he wanted, and asked again: "How many silver taels are these medicines in total?"

The tone of the questioning is domineering and stubborn, making it clear that he won't stop until he hears the answer.

Because of his aura, Jiang Lao almost immediately returned to the dream when he was the master and she was a slave and maid. The words in his heart almost shook out, "Ten... is one or two silver."

…

Leaving this hut in the west of the city, on the way back to the house, Ming Shao counted with his fingers, "The girl bought medicine in the afternoon, asked the doctor, and helped him repair the doors and windows. It took six taels of silver to get the brocade quilt from the storeroom. Good Hunan materials, ten taels are not enough. How can they add up to one tael? Did you make a mistake, girl?"

Although Jiang Lao is young, she is the only prostitute in the family after all. Since she was a child, she has never lost the homework of calculating and keeping accounts.

She shook her head, sighed, and said to Ming Shao: "He looks pitiful now. I don't want him to pay for medicine and medical treatment."

She turned around and glanced at the low and desolate house, her eyes suddenly cold, "After going back, let Jiang Ping find a few guards to come and watch."

The master was dying of illness, but the entourage named Wang Zhou was nowhere to be seen.

There must be a problem.

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The heavy snow that lasted for two days finally stopped in the twilight evening of the next day, and it meant that some snow had passed the sky.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the light and shadow of the sky are mixed with a faint layer of gold, and the whole world is embraced into a kind of peace and tranquility, giving people an illusion of warmth.

After Jiang Lao left, Rong Chen noticed that something had changed in the house.

I changed to the crumbling door last night, and when I woke up, it became good.

Feng and Luoxue were blocked outside.

Firewood was added to the charcoal stove that had been abandoned for a long time in the house.

The faint light of fire was reflected in his pupils, and Rong Ming took a heavy breath. I don't know whether it was the effect of the medicine, that he felt a little ironing in his heart.

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On the third day of February, Wang Zhou went to the post house to collect the monthly money sent by the host’s house. He said a few perfunctory words with the person who sent the money. He lied that Rong Chen’s leg injury is now recovering well and he returned soon. West of the city.

Although Rong Ming is the ninth prince, he has not yet reached the crown and has no official position. His monthly monthly salary is much less than that of his older brothers. Only 16 taels a month is paid, which is inadequate and comparable. The homes of those poor people can afford two or three years of food and clothing.

It's just that when the money passed through Wang Zhou's hands, and then reached Rong Ming's hands, there was not much left.

—Wang Zhou finally handed Rong Zhen eight hundred copper coins.

He threw a sack on the table. After seeing Rong Ming took the money, he glanced at him inexplicably. He was suspicious that he had noticed something. He was vicious and screamed at first, "I bought you the medicine, and then I took out my wages." , There is not much money left."

"Where is the medicine?"

Wang Zhou impatiently opened a sack to reveal the medicinal materials inside.

He looked like a sturdy back, with a strong body shape, and slammed the bag in front of Wang Zhou. "The medicine is here."

Rong Ming glanced at the medicine.

It's medicine, it's better to say it's firewood, the bag is dry

There are so many branches and sawdust, but the herbs are scattered.

Rong Ming raised his eyes coldly and scanned Wang Zhouyi's eyes.

Wang Zhou didn't take this master in his heart. The concubine abandoned by the family would love to die and live.

But he often feels jealous because of his eyes. The narrow and long eyes, like a little wolf, always hide a fierce fighting force.

Just like when he squinted at people just now, his eyes were dark and horribly dark, as if he had seen everything through.

He was worried that his own hands and feet were discovered by Rong Chen, and he was a little frightened, and muttered, "You are a handicapped person. What do you do? Is it possible to stand up and cook the medicine by yourself?"

This sentence comforted himself

He was just a weak and disabled person who had been away from home and was helpless. Even if he was found to hide his monthly money, this is his site. His mistress asked him to take care of him. He was in this family. After all, what can this disability do to him?

He immediately relaxed and glanced at Rong Ming’s leg mockingly, “There is a disease in your leg, but don’t have a disease in your brain. It will cost you a lot of money to treat your two legs. What you saved!"

After speaking, slam the door and leave.

As soon as he left the house, Wang Zhou took out the month money that he had just received and changed his hands without being warm, threw the full money bag in the air, and walked happily in the direction of the casino.

But he didn't know that his every move was seen by the people Jiang Lao only stayed here.

When Ming Shao relayed their words to Jiang Lao, Jiang Lao was in the study, flipping through the letter sent by his grandfather.

The old man loved this granddaughter and wrote a full four pages of letter paper. Even the cricket he raised escaped from the agate box, he had to talk to his granddaughter in the letter.

Jiang Lao looked at the letter and thought of the desolate scene of Ning'an Bo Mansion in her dream. Her grandfather's lifelong family business would eventually be ruined, and she felt uncomfortable.

Ming Shao came in, "Girl, the people who stayed in the west of the city came back and said that the servant named Wang Zhou, happily carrying a bag of silver, was going to the casino."

Jiang Lao put the letter down, she frowned, "His master can't even buy medicine. Where did he get so much money?"