I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Jinxing handed the white woolen blanket to Rong Zhao.

The blanket was much longer than others. Jiang Jinxing ran all the way. The folded blanket was messed up, and one corner was about to fall to the ground. He couldn't bear to let that corner fall to the ground, and he stubbornly stretched his neck. He wanted to hold the blanket higher and then A little higher, far away from the ground.

But because of this, his vision was blocked, and his steps staggered as if he was about to fall.

Huai Qing hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and took the blanket in his hand.

Jiang Jinxing was so anxious that he waved his little hand and said to Rong Ming, "Hurry up and cover the blanket. This is my sister's order."

Rong Ming raised his hand to take the blanket and draped it on his knees.

When I lowered my eyes, I thought of what the little girl looked like when he ordered her brother. The extreme coldness in the eyes suddenly shattered, and the snow melted.

Seeing Rong Ming put a blanket on his legs, Jiang Jinxing settled down with his little hand waving wildly.

Yu Yinxue looked dazed.

He bent down and looked at Jiang Jinxing, "Young Master Jiang."

Facing Jiang Jinxing, his eyes were very gentle with a smile, "You and your sister are really kind."

Jiang Jinxing took Huaiqing's hand and hid behind Huaiqing secretly, wringing his brows a little vigilantly.

At this moment, Rong Ming beckoned to Jiang Jinxing, "Come here."

Jiang Jinxing is only coming.

Hurriedly ran to his side.

At this time, Yu Yinxue was left out in the cold.

Rong Chen looked at Yu Yinxue with a faint smile, and explained to Jiang Jinxing: "He is afraid of life, brother, don't mind."

Yu Yinxue laughed dryly.

"It turned out to be so."

Because I found the next step, I was inexplicably grateful to Rong Ming.

I suddenly regretted that I had found the wrong person at the beginning.

Although Pei Songyu is a distant relative of Ning'an Bo's Mansion, he doesn't know anything.

Instead, it is not as good as Rong Ming.

Judging by the way Jiang Jinxing is close to him, we know that they must know each other well.

The colors of their clothes are even somewhat similar.

Rong Chen was talking to Jiang Jinxing, "For a while, thank your sister for me."

Yu Yinxue thought that just now Rong Ming said to him that Jiang Lao was sulking there, and no one can bother him. Seeing Jiang Jinxing had just returned from Jiang Lao, he wanted to find out from this little child.

Even though he was left out of the cold, he smiled happily and tentatively asked Jiang Jinxing: "When you go back, I told your sister, your sister will definitely be happy."

He wanted to know if Jiang Lao was really annoyed at this moment, as Rong Ming said.

Rong Ming's eyes darkened, looking at Jiang Jinxing, his fingers tightened slightly.

Jiang Jin looked at Yu Yinxue violently.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Just after being played by Yang Xiuzhu in Yecheng, he was shocked when he saw this kind of scholar who seemed to be gentle and took his sister with him when he opened his mouth.

"Huh, I don't know."

He has learned to be smart and will not be bitten by snakes again.

Rong Ming's gaze returned to normal, and he said to Huaiqing: "The opera in the listening theater is lively, Huaiqing, please take the young master back to Siye and Madam Qin."

Huaiqing understood what Rong Ming meant, and walked over to hold Jiang Jinxing's hand, "Little Master, the minion will take you back to listen to the play?"

Jiang Jin walked here, maybe Yu Yinxue would say something.

Jiang Jinxing hesitated and muttered, "I want to find my sister."

Huaiqing only wanted to do good things that Rong Ming had ordered, and did not dare to arbitrarily advocate. He persuaded: "Dingjun Mountain is singing in the theater. The tall horse is so powerful and prestigious. It is the same as the young master when he grows up. Young master, we Let's go?"

Jiang Jinxing was a little tempted and was led away by Huai Qing.

...

Yu Yinxue saw that even the **** who served by Rong Ming and Jiang Jinxing had a close relationship.

When he looked at Rong Chen again, his eyes changed.

The doubt disappeared completely.

Although I still can't figure out why the queen's son can get close to the people who have a close relationship with Concubine Yun.

But the palace is deep curtains, how can he see clearly.

Maybe there is a hidden secret that he doesn't know.

At least it seemed that the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Ning An Bo Mansion was indeed good.

It's just that for Rong Ming, he changed some subtle jealousy and jealousy.

Childhood sweetheart... this relationship... can Rong Zhi really help him this brother calmly?

Rong Ming was looking at the direction of Jiang Jinxing's disappearance, and seeing Huaiqing taking Jiang Jinxing to the listening courtyard, he closed his eyes and looked at Yu Yinxue.

He moved seemingly intentionally and unintentionally, and slightly dusted the white woolen blanket covering his legs, as if he had deliberately made Yu Yinxue notice it again.

Yu Yinxue glanced at his movements.

Rong Wei saw his gaze, and withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

"Brother," he said, "You have a temper, you must not mind with him."

Yu Yinxue shook his head gently, not minding.

He heard Rong Ming say: "Their siblings are somewhat similar in temperament. The young master looked angry just now, and the brother also saw him, so he didn't like to take care of others. Brother... Bar?"

"Lao lao?"

"Ah, it's my negligence."

"Since I was a child, I have become accustomed to calling her in small print." Rong Ming's expression changed slightly, he was blaming himself and lowered his head guiltily.

"Natural." Yu Yinxue nodded.

However, he secretly remembered Jiang Lao's small print in his heart.

"Then, brother, are you going back to the Tingyin Academy?"

Yu Yinxue sighed, "Go back."

Although I don't know what Rong Ming's thoughts are, it is better to believe what he says than not.

He has few opportunities.

If one step is wrong, one step will be wrong in the future.

Rong Ming looked at Yu Yinxue's back, his thin lips hooked slightly.

Yu Yinxuehuan was guessing the relationship between Rong Lu and Jiang Lao, the degree of addressing in small characters... It doesn't matter if children are alone, but when there are sixteen women and sixteen men, they have to avoid suspicion.

Think about Rong Ming's age and Jiang Lao's age. It's time to avoid suspicion.

He turned his head and glanced at Rong Ming, wanting to remind Rong Ming about ethics.

At this moment, the young man noticed his sight and looked up at him slightly, with an innocent expression on his face.

Although it was an extremely pure and beautiful face.

But there is a kind of inexplicable and silly meaning.

Yu Yinxue lost his preaching mood.

Being jealous, he couldn't figure out why Yan Nanxun had such a preference for the disciple Rong Chen, so he had to bring him with him at the banquet.

Forget it, when he makes a mistake and gets a joke in the future, you will know.

Why should he rush to wake up Rong Ming.

He looked back again.

Rong Chen suddenly lost a third of his internal strength and forced a thin sweat on his forehead.

Folding his brows, he said in pain: "Brother, I...I can't go back to the show with the senior brother, my stomach hurts."

Yu Yinxue turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing his appearance, it was indeed a bit painful.

Very poor.

He never doubted anything, but he didn't kindly send him.

But the verbal effort is always done, "Do you want me to help you?"

"How embarrassed to trouble brother..." Rong Ming smiled pale.

Since Yu Yinxue didn't really want to help him, he breathed a sigh of relief when he said this, turned around again, and returned to the Tingyin Academy.

The painful look on Rong Ming's face disappeared instantly.

Slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Yinxue's back, his eyes became cold inch by inch.

Cool as a blade.

Although it was in daylight, the breath of his whole body seemed to be an evil spirit walking in the night, carrying a blood knife, full of blood, desperate for life.

It wasn't until Rong Ming's gaze moved to the thin blanket covering his legs that he slowly added a little warmth.

The hostility dissipated a lot.

Rong Ming glanced at the surrounding terrain.

Moving the wheelchair, heading in one direction.

...

Ming Shao was holding Jiang Lao's painted picture and showed it to other maids and servants. He met Rong Chen on the road and hurriedly saluted him, "His Royal Highness."

Rong Ming glanced at the scroll she was holding, and asked, "What is this?"

Ming Shao thought about it a little bit, and felt that what the girl had ordered was nothing to say to His Royal Highness, it was all her own.

She handed the painting to Rong Chen, "The girl told the servants to distribute the painting to the servants in the courtyard, and let them find them for help. Which visitor wears such a bracelet today. By the way, the bracelet. The color is cyan, which is two-thirds greener than the color of the lotus leaf."

Rong Ming nodded, and asked indifferently: "Is it a woman?"

His face is a bit ugly.

Ming Shao smiled, "The one who wears the bracelet is naturally a woman. It's a man who can't change it?"

Rong Ming's expression eased a little.

He held the painting and looked at the pattern lines on the bracelet.

His eyes gradually became more serious, as if thinking of something.

After a while, he put down the scroll in his hand, handed it back to Ming Shao, and asked, "Where is your girl?"

Ming Shao replied: "At the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion."

Rong Ming nodded, separated from Ming Shao, and headed towards Xiaoguoshan Pavilion.

...

Jiang Lao sent Jiang Jinxing away and waited for a break from the sound of silk and bamboo from the Music Academy.

But she couldn't wait for Sizhu's voice to decrease, instead she was sleepy waiting for herself.

In the past few days, she has been worrying about the shops that are opening one after another by the Qinhuai River, and also worrying about her grandmother’s birthday banquet. She sleeps very little every night, and it’s a very early morning today. There is nothing to do now. , Yaoyao listened to the music in the listening academy where the music was sluggish, and the more I listened, the more sleepy it became.

Ask the maid beside her to help her go to the kitchen and get a cup of strong tea, trying to wake up.

After the maid left, she waited in the pavilion.

Rong Ming turned the corner and came to the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion. What he saw was Jiang Lao resting on the stone table with his elbows, his left cheek resting in his left hand, his eyes closed, his head a little bit and he wanted to fall asleep.

Those calculations and scheming in front of others, the desire for destruction and killing intent to swallow all other emotions, quietly gathered at this moment.

He looked down at the blanket on his lap.

The heart suddenly became exceptionally soft.

There are four rows of steps in the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion.

Allow

He twisted his eyebrows thinking about how to get the wheelchair up.

Suddenly seeing the head of the little girl in the gazebo lighted, her chin suddenly fell into the palm of her hand and fell heavily.

Seeing, it was about to hit the edge of the cold and hard stone table.

...

Kung fu in the blink of an eye.

The wheelchair became empty.

The thin fleece blanket hung messy on the wheelchair.

When Rong Ming realizes what he is doing...

He was already standing next to Jiang Lao, supporting her chin with his palm.

His chest rises and falls, panting slightly.

The entire right hand was completely placed between Jiang Lao's chin and the stone table, and his finger bones hit the table, causing a slight tingling pain.

He was relieved.

She is fine.

Change it.

...

In his dream, Jiang Lao felt that his chin hit something tough, and he panicked.

It's warm again.

The bitter and clear medicinal smell lingers on the tip of the nose.

She wrinkled her nose and slowly opened her eyes.

He tilted his head, his vision was not very clear, but in the vagueness, he saw a figure standing in front of her against the light.

She raised her head, her gaze shifted to the outline of the person's face, and she was taken aback for a moment.

There was water in his eyes suddenly, as if crying, and with a "woo", he cried with joy.

"Can you stand up?"