I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Empress Jiahe said with great grievance: "Xiao Jiu was raised by a concubine, and the concubine naturally knew that he was a good boy, and he never said he was embarrassed. Love only deeply blames it, and the concubine is afraid that he will go the wrong way. It's always so harsh and harsh."

Emperor Zhaowu stretched his brows slightly, but said sharply: "The queen should pay more attention to her words and deeds."

At the palace banquet, all the concubines were there.

The eyes of everyone were full, the Queen Jiahe couldn't hold back her son very much, but no matter how much anger, there was no way to go towards the emperor, in exchange for bowing his head to admit his mistake, "It's the fault of the concubine."

After returning to Jinxiu Palace, she clenched her fists in resentment.

In the academy, the seventeenth prince was teasing the parrot at the window. Jia and the queen glanced, and muttered in a low voice in annoyance, "Nothing."

The seventeenth prince withdrew his hand, a timid depression flashed in his drooping eyes.

Today, Jiahe Queen was not in the mood to even train him, so she lifted the curtain and entered the interior room.

Only the former father reminded her not to raise tigers, she didn't care.

Although he is not satisfied that Rong Yu has entered the Bailu Academy, how big a wave can a cripple, no matter how capable he is?

But if Concubine Yun and Rong Ming formed an alliance, it would be a little troublesome.

Empress Jiahe thought of Rong Chen for a while, and then of Concubine Yun for a while, and her heart became more and more congested.

Rong Ming's presence in the Bailu Academy really made her feel more at ease than looking under her nose.

Today’s matter, had it not been for Bailu Academy to be far away, and the news came back slowly, she would not lose face in front of Emperor Zhaowu and make Qin Yun a good joke.

Jiahe Queen resented and thought that it was time to think of a way to get Rong Ming to leave the Egret Academy.

"Where are the Nine Princes?"

The maid replied: "Although it was the day of rest, but the nine princes stayed in the academy to copy the original copy, and did not return to the palace."

Since Rong Ming entered the Bailu Academy, he has hardly returned to the palace.

Queen Jiahe frowned.

"It's really unpleasant to change."

Queen Jiahe sneered, "My palace won't make him happy."

She suddenly remembered many years ago.

At the time of the new year, lights and festoons are everywhere in the palace.

She is pregnant with Xiao Qi, holding the stove, and watching the snow scene from the tall buildings.

At the end of the palace road covered with snow, there was a staggering figure.

The figure was quickly smashed to the ground by the snow group.

It was young Rong Chen, who was chased and thrown snowballs by the children of the imperial concubines who were not in harmony with her.

The child was weak in body, could not run well, and was outnumbered, stood up again and again, and was knocked down again and again.

She couldn't get up until she crawled, and she lay on the ground and shouted "Mother Queen", looking cold and pitiful.

But she laughed.

That was the first time she was so happy after raising this low-blooded child against her will, which made her hate to the extreme.

When the child's biological mother was favored, she was suffering from a serious illness.

Emperor Zhaowu was seduced by the beauty and means of the vixen, indulged in Beauty Township, and ignored her.

But in the end?

Her pediatric exchange is not helpless, falling into the palm of her cock.

…

Because of the memories, Queen Jiahe added a bit of joy to her eyes, and ordered the maid accompanying her, "In a few days, I will shoot the exam on the hunting ground and find a way to let the Ninth Prince go."

For the final acceptance examination of the shooting class, Bailu Academy has been set up on the shooting ground on the outskirts of the city throughout the years.

The people can come and watch to show fairness.

Jiahe Empress said softly, but their faces seemed to be sneered, "Train his temperament."

Let him look at the energetic spirits of others, and then look at his current incompleteness.

It's best to show the furious and crazy ugliness in public, and let others see how crazy he is.

…

that year.

In the snow, the figure of the little boy finally stood up tremblingly, hiding behind the people who poured snowballs into his neck, knocking on the door desperately with broken fingers and bleeding.

He knew his mother was inside.

That Zhumen closed tightly from beginning to end.

Isolate the two worlds, one cold and the other warm.

…

Inside the study.

The young man approached the table, sat upright, dangling his wrists to copy the classics.

He held the pen with his fingers flexed, and on the end of the condyle of the index finger of his right hand, a pale white wound mark was visible.

Jiang Lao sat on the opposite side of Rong Chen against the mask her father drew for her.

She got permission from Yan Nanxun to go everywhere in the academy, and the book boy in the study didn't dare to stop her anymore and let him go.

Entering the study, I wanted to help him copy the original copy, but Rong Chen refused.

"These classics are all isolated. Some parts are missing words and sentences, so they need to be circled. Finally, proofreading with your husband is quite complicated. It is better that I copy them by myself."

The words in the ancient books are rare and rare. With her little strength, her wrists will be sore after a while.

But he didn't want her to leave his sight.

"Just help me turn the pages of the book."

Jiang Lao nodded.

But want to...

His habit is exactly the same as he had in his first dream.

What book he wants to read in his dream, he always assigns her to be aside, turning page by page.

And he doesn't at all

She moved a finger and held her head, saying that she was reading a book, rather than monitoring her to see if she turned the pages of the book properly.

She was afraid that she would anger him if she was not careful, she was chopped off like others, her heart was tight, and she didn't dare to look directly at him.

At this moment, he dared to stare at his writing hand unscrupulously.

Jiang Jinxing probed out from under the window, "Brother Yi, Brother Yi."

He finally realized his dream of having a brother. Although he was different from the tall and burly brother who would fight, he wanted to take Jiang Lao out for a show instead.

"After a few days of riding and archery exams, I want to take a look. Daddy won't let me go, saying that I'm just joining in the fun."

He looked at Jiang Lao with watery puppy eyes, Jiang Lao was staring softly at him, "I will accompany you then."

Huai Qing came back from the outside at this time, "His Royal Highness, a few days later, the bulletin about going to the shooting field for examination is posted, and the bulletin says everyone is going."

Huai Qing glanced at Rong Ming's legs worriedly, "Do you want a slave to turn down the Nine Highness?"

Rong Shihuan told him two days ago that such useless activities are not harmful.

He only asked one more question just to be cautious.

In fact, I had already planned it in my heart, and after getting permission from Rong Zhen, I went to the two gentlemen who taught two lessons in riding and shooting to reject the matter of going to the shooting field.

"Don't refuse."

The deep voice seemed to have been well thought out.

Huai Qing couldn't understand his master's operation again.

How can you change your mind when you change your mind?

…

On the day of the shooting class exam, carriages waited outside the Bailu Academy.

Jiang Jinxing recently learned to ride a horse. Jiang Lao gave him a red-blooded pony, and he rode on the road freshly when the sky was light.

He rode a horse alone, followed by more than a dozen people from the Jiang family, to protect him safely.

Outside the academy, the coachman waiting to **** Jiang Lao checked the cart and horse, but suddenly wiped his sweat.

Jiang Lao didn't leave the house until her father had put on Jiang Youfu's makeup for her. The pace was a little slower. When he left the college, there were not many carriages left outside.

The coachman said anxiously: "You are blessed, master, our car has a broken shaft. I have to spend at least half an hour to repair it, but wait until then, and then ride the shooting range, I am afraid it will be too late."

The coachman suggested: "Otherwise, don't go."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Jiang Lao's eyes.

She promised that her brother would go, but the brother has already left now, if she doesn't.

The younger brother must think that Jiang Youfu is not a good brother.

I was thinking about going back to Ning

Amber Mansion was looking for a carriage, and suddenly a gentle and smiling young man appeared in front of him.

"What's the trouble with the little boy?"

Yu Yinxue originally thought that the son Jiang Siye recognized in the countryside didn't attend the birthday banquet last time, and he never saw anyone else. It is estimated that his identity is not worth mentioning in Jiang's mansion.

Compared to this righteous son, he wanted to please the real young man Jiang more.

But Jiang Jinxing raised his whip as soon as he saw him, and would throw it away when he saw him. He didn't dare to offend him. He couldn't make any noise when he was hit.

But he often sees Jiang Jinxing being very close to the son, and he can also see that Mr. Yan and Si Ye are treating him well.

Since the righteous son has a bit of weight...

Yu Yinxue moved his brain.

That righteous son, like him, had a bad background, and might be easier to please.

But Jiang Youfu always avoided him, leaving him no chance to approach him at all.

Fortunately, today, he created an opportunity for himself.

Yu Yinxue looked at the coachman with guilt on his face, and the plan was only in progress, and said, "Is the buggy?"

The carriage cowl was his designee, and the carriage driver was not prepared to break it.

Speaking of this, I would like to thank Rong Chen. It was he who helped him point out the matter yesterday, and he recognized the Jiang family's carriage.

He invited Jiang Lao, "Why don't you go with me in a carriage."

Jiang Lao listened to Yu Yinxue's kindly inviting tone, but there were eight words in his head to make speculations, sloppy.

She shook her head heavily.

Even if there is nothing wrong with Yu Yinxue's conduct, she will not get into Yuyinxue's carriage.

Even if she is now a man, she can't easily get into a stranger's carriage.

At this time there was a neigh of a horse.

A carriage stopped here, and after the curtain was opened, a picturesque face was revealed.

"Brother, Young Master Jiang."

Rong Chen seemed to be surprised: "Why don't you change?"

He was dressed in white, gentle as water, "How about getting on my carriage?"

Jiang Lao boarded as if he had found a savior.

Rong Ming leaned forward and gave her a hand.

The other hand was raised, covering the top of her head.

Yu Yinxue bumped into the wall one after another, feeling a little unhappy, but thought that what Rong Ming had just asked was whether they wanted to get on his carriage, and he immediately liked this little brother.

Even if he couldn't get along with Jiang's son in the same car as he wished, it would be okay for the three of them to be together.

Yu Yinxue followed Jiang Lao's back and wanted to get on the carriage.

But I opened the car door and saw that I was sitting inside

After the two, there is no free place.

The free space is all used for wheelchairs.

Yu Yinxue: "..."

Rong Zhen looked at him apologetically, "Brother, I blame my carriage for being too small to drive more people."

Jiang Lao also looked to Yu Yinxue.

The eyes are moist and clear.

In the pupil, it seems to be written in big characters for rushing people: hurry up

Rong Ming: "There is a space in the carriage where Huaiqing and Shutong are."

Yu Yinxue choked suddenly.

What's the use of squeezing into a carriage with those eunuchs?

"I'm in my own carriage." He walked away.

…

At the other end, Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan looked at the direction of Rong Ming's carriage, and there was a cool disdain in their voices.

"Two disabled, the relationship is better."

"The disabled can play with him, and I don't know what use he is in a wheelchair on the shooting field."

"If there is a horse stepping on him, I'm afraid I can't avoid it."

The two laughed.

…

The carriage turned slowly, and Jiang Lao finally let out a sigh of relief.

She looked out the window worriedly.

"My carriage, how can it be broken?"

When she was in Yecheng, the horse her father rode suddenly became mad.

To this day, she has not been able to know who the murderer is from her father.

Rong Ming dropped his eyelids and leaned against the wall of the car, looking casual and lazy.

He seemed to be unintentional, and casually mentioned, "Brother Yu asked me yesterday which carriage is the Ning'an Bo Mansion."

"Is it him?"

Jiang Lao murmured, but Rong Ming raised his eyes, he tightened his brows and coughed emotionally.

The carriage drove very smoothly on the flat road.

"If it's him, it's all my fault."

Shengxue's white clothes made his body more sickly, and his eyebrows were curled in grief, like a sick beauty who was about to cough up his heart, covering his face with his sleeve, coughing constantly.

Jiang Lao was very worried for a while, "Why do you blame you?"