I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The 17th prince had just finished his two archery exams in riding and shooting. He was walking towards the racecourse. He saw his father looking down on the high platform with interest, and asked the **** beside him incomprehensibly, "What's the matter?" "

The **** went to inquire, and replied: "The emperor asked His Royal Highness to compare archery with Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan."

The seventeenth prince's face became a little subtle.

Two years ago, Rong Ming Shisan was a blockbuster when he discussed with the Fanbang samurai who came to pay tribute.

Since then, his mother has been forcing him to practice arrow practice.

All the sins he suffers are because of him.

The 17th prince gritted his teeth, stopped his steps, and said, "Don't worry, I'll go to the racecourse later."

He wants to stay here in the martial arts field and take a look at what will happen to his ninth brother.

The 17th prince asked the **** next to him, "You said, can he win?"

The **** said: "Master Xie's archery skills are well-known, His Royal Highness Nine...The servant doesn't think that His Royal Highness Nine has much chance of winning. If you go to your Highness Seventeen, you may change your career."

The seventeenth prince twitched the corner of his lips.

He had only one subject in archery, and he scored nine points in ten, first class.

He has been taught by the best teachers in the past two years.

Who teaches Rong Ming?

Yan Nanxun, even if no one can match Da Zhao, but a Confucian student can't be a master of martial arts.

Another handicap, even if it can be taught by a master martial artist, where can it go?

The 17th prince glanced at the archery martial arts field.

Although I very much thought of the side of the martial arts field, seeing Rong Ming make a fool of himself.

But the queen mother said that in front of the father, you must be generous and tolerant in order to beat his brothers in the heart of the father.

The 17th prince endured the impulse in his heart and told the **** beside him, "Find a hidden place and watch by the martial arts field. If you have any news, come and tell me as soon as possible."

The first arrow.

"Young Master Liu missed the first arrow. Xie and His Royal Highness both hit the bullseye."

The smile on the face of the seventeenth prince gradually disappeared.

The second arrow and the third arrow, the **** replied, the same is true.

The seventeenth prince suddenly became anxious, and he frowned, more than anyone would like to hear Rong Ming's bullseye hitting the target.

More afraid of Xie Tongyan's mistakes.

Xie Tongyan also began to be afraid.

He didn't care about the first and second arrows.

But as he went back, he realized that the boy in a wheelchair next to him was not a small character.

He was sitting in a wheelchair and had a short sight; the target was not lowered and shot

The difficulty of the bull's-eye, whether it is seen by the insider or the outsider, knows that it is more difficult than ordinary people.

But compared to the look on his face that could almost drip with sweat, the young man was always calm and unhurried.

The long finger draws the bow, breaking the Changhong.

If he could stand up, what kind of anger would he have to swallow the mountains and rivers?

Xie Tongyan did not dare to think.

...

It's the ninth arrow.

Xie Tongyan was already a little tired.

For the first time today, he has eight arrows in a row, all bullseye.

This ninth arrow, I wonder if it can be changed.

His shoulders were as heavy as a hill, his fingers tightened and loosened.

An arrow left the string.

Still bullseye.

Xie Tongyan let out a long sigh of relief, but he soon followed him with even heavier pressure.

The tenth arrow has not yet fallen, and the outcome is still uncertain.

The seventeenth prince heard that Xie Tongyan and Rong Chen both had nine shots and nine middle schools.

Although unhappy, he said: "If there is a tie, it is not a win, and the emperor may not be satisfied."

On the high platform, Emperor Zhaowu looked at the situation and shook his head, obviously somewhat dissatisfied.

What he wanted was for Rong Ming to overpower others, not for a tie, in order to show Mr. Liu and Xie Shoufu a good look.

Liu Heguang is indeed the rumored dude, but he did not expect that Xie Tongyan really has some skill in archery.

In this way, it made him feel that his ninth son was not as stunning as he had remembered.

But at this moment, Xie Tongyan's last arrow went wrong.

He was so tired that his arms couldn't help shaking, and the last arrow deviated from the bullseye and hit the ring adjacent to the bullseye.

Long ago gave up the competition, Liu Heguang, who had been waiting for a while, let out an "Oh," and slapped Xie Tongyan on the shoulder with dissatisfaction, "It's a pity, why did you have a problem with your last arrow?"

Xie Tongyan's brows wrung tightly.

He was in a bad mood when he failed. Hearing Liu Heguang's complaining accountability and impatiently anger, he threw his bow to the ground hard and pushed Liu Heguang hard.

If he hadn't said the wrong thing in front of Emperor Zhaowu, he wouldn't lose the face.

He looked at Liu Heguang and felt annoyed.

Liu Heguang was also very annoyed, and said angrily, "His last arrow may not be able to do it."

Xie Tongyan glanced at Liu Heguang.

"idiot"

He compared Nine Arrows with Rong Jian, he knew better than anyone, just how big Rong Ming's ability was.

After Nine Arrows came down, he was already sweating.

Rong Ming's face did not see the slightest exhaustion, and he was always as indifferent as he was at the beginning.

It seems that what you hold in your hand can't kill the wild

The beast repulsed the enemy's powerful crossbow, but it was a pen with little weight.

The action of pulling the bow has also been smooth and flowing.

Xie Tongyan was so angry that he turned and left, not wanting to face his own failure.

Suddenly I heard Xiaosi say from behind, "Tie Shou, it is the last arrow of His Highness Tie Nine that did not hit the bullseye."

Turn around.

Xie Tongyan was overjoyed.

Looking back, he was stunned.

One place is messy.

The arrow that Rong Ming later replaced the arrow he shot into the target.

And his arrow, from the feather to the shaft, was divided into two, split and fell on the ground.

What is the difference between this and shooting into the bullseye?

This ability even hits the bullseye only

Rong Ming clings to the bow and slowly put it down.

Looking back, he saw no sweat on the jade face, and smiled lightly: "Brother, you have accepted."

On the high platform, the voice of Emperor Zhaowu laughed heartily.

I thought that the two children had similar archery skills, but I felt a little unhappy when I thought that the minister's son was comparable to his son.

But the tie in this situation can no longer be what he wants. Anyone can tell that his Xiao Jiu has the ability to hit a hundred shots.

It's just saving some face for Xie Shoufu's son.

Tomorrow, the people of Jinling will definitely talk about this test. Then the words will be heard in the ears of Liu Ge and Xie Shoufu. They will not only let them know that imperial power cannot be provoked, but also give them a face and show their royal mercy and compassion. tolerant.

Next to Emperor Zhaowu, the **** Li Ren heard the hearty laughter of Emperor Zhaowu, and he knew that the Emperor was really happy today.

He looked at the dusty figure of Rong Ming on the martial arts field, and he felt a sense of awe in his heart.

Two years ago, when the Gentiles paid tribute, the thirteen-year-old boy was like a newborn calf. His eyes were full of sharp rays. He was sharp and sharp, arrogant, victorious, and capable of victory.

Later, both legs were seriously injured. After returning from Yecheng, he seemed to be a different person.

He originally thought that it was this serious injury that swallowed the edge of the nine princes, leaving him depressed and rendered useless.

But now, the energetic young man is back.

Even compared to the sharpness of the past, now I know that there is room for it.

In the palace, which prince can do this?

The old eunuch, who has been in the palace for more than 30 years, looked at the fifteen-year-old Rong Ming, but did not dare to underestimate it.

He was beside Emperor Zhaowu and reminded: "The emperor, you just said that the winner is rewarded."

The 17th prince came to Emperor Zhaowu and listened

When I arrived at Li Ren, his face became a little unsightly.

Li Ren, the old eunuch, has become a fine person in the palace.

Treat the maidens in each palace, and all the princes equally, never show favoritism, never say good things to his father, and only consider his father. It is the palace that his father trusts most. people.

But Li Ren today... is this saying good things for Rong Ming?

The seventeenth prince hated him.

Why did the assassin just mutilate Rong Ming's leg that time? He couldn't kill Rong Ming directly!

Emperor Zhaowu was reminded by Li Ren and immediately smiled and said, "Call the two children here."

Everyone on the scene knew that although this match seemed to be a tie, Xie Tongyan's archery was far superior to Xie Tongyan.

There is no one missed in every shot, and his mastery of archery is only a thousand miles away.

Some people who are proficient in archery practice for a lifetime, but when they fail, they can't do it all.

When Xie Tongyan held the golden leaf given to him by Emperor Zhaowu, his face was blue with anger.

A handful of golden leaves, dismissing the kid’s stuff, made it clear that he was laughing at his inferior skills.

But instead he knelt down on the ground and thanked him "the emperor's grace is mighty".

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Rong Ming and asked him, "Does Xiao Jiu have the reward he wants?"

The sound of the wind swept across the martial arts field.

The seventeenth prince did not want to see Rong Chen being rewarded with good things. He relied on Tong Yan to say, "Nine brothers have been copying isolated books recently. Father, please give Jiu brothers a handy Zhubi."

He didn't dare to appear too capricious in front of Emperor Zhaowu, and chased after him, "If the emperor doesn't reward him, I will give it to Brother Nine myself."

"No need." Rong Ying said, "Nowadays, during the flood season in Nanzhang, everything should be simple, not extravagant."

The seventeenth prince choked.

He didn't hear the rumors in the academy back then, he even helped them.

But Rong Ming's performance in front of his father today was a complete rumor, and it was self-defeating.

Emperor Zhaowu was very satisfied, and he asked Rong Ming, "Then what do you want me to reward you?"

"Children don't want those things outside."

Rong Ming said: "The son-chen wants to divide the palace and live alone."

...

According to the custom of the Jokhang imperial family, the prince was divided into the palace at the age of sixteen, left the imperial city, and lived outside the palace.

When the prince is established, the other princes will leave Jinling and go to their own fiefdoms.

The seventeenth prince was already stunned.

The queen mother changed to him two days ago and said that when Rong Zhao returned to the palace, she would find a way to find his fault, confine him in the palace, and never let him go to the Egret Academy again.

But if Rong Zhen was allowed to leave the palace, how could the mother find a chance to confine him in the palace?

The eyeliner arranged outside the Shouhuai Palace was wasted.

The 17th prince hurriedly stopped, "Brother Nine can't change the age to leave the palace."

When the Queen Jiahe is not there, he doesn't know how to deal with it, so he said: "After Brother Nine leaves the palace, the queen mother will be sad."

"I had a leg injury for a year, and I was delayed for a year. I knew I had fallen a lot, so I wanted to live alone in the palace, closer to the college and my husband. The mother and the queen will understand it."

Rong Ming glanced at Xiao Seventeen, and his voice slowed, "Besides, the schoolwork of the seventeenth brother has always made the queen worried. I really can't bear to be by my mother's side. One more me will make the queen more gray hair. Children are not unfilial. , Just want to share the worries for the mother and queen."

The seventeenth prince couldn't match his sharp teeth. He listened to his words with thorns, saying that he could not keep up with his schoolwork, and did not know how to refute, clenched his fists and felt uncomfortable.

As for Emperor Zhaowu, it was rare for a fifteen-year-old prince to live in the palace and own his own mansion, but it was not an exception.

He agreed to Rong Ming's request.

...

Everyone in the entire shooting ground was talking about the match just now.

Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan were ridiculed like falling dogs.

The only person was not interested in their discussion and frowned.

Jiang Lao just watched Rong Zhao shoot an arrow there.

Everyone was cheering, but she was frowning.

Last time, when Rong Ming rescued her brother, he was injured by the resilience of the bow and arrow in his shoulder. It was only half a year ago to think about it.

What if you get hurt again this time?

After Emperor Zhaowu left the hunting ground, Jiang Lao walked to Rong Zhao, but he didn't take a few steps, and he saw a woman stopping Rong Zhao from a distance.

She frowned uncomfortably and recognized that the figure from behind was Shen Xianying.

...

Shen Xiuying had plucked up the courage to talk to Rong Ming, but when she really faced him, she felt a little timid at the thought of how many people's blood had been stained in his hands in the previous life.

Seeing Rong Lu put a coat on his shoulder, she inexplicably remembered his care for Jiang Lao in the previous life, and said softly, "I'm cold."

"Get in the way."

It is not that Rong Chen is puzzled by the style, but there is not the slightest style in his eyes. His eyes are even cold as a blade, "Get out of the way."

Shen Yanying was terribly bitter with hatred.

If it weren't for him to be the emperor of Da Zhao in the future, why bother to please this crippled man.

She curled her lips and smiled, handing a veil forward, which was very close.

Heartily said to Rong Ming, "You have sweat on your forehead, wipe it off."

"You must be tired." She showed the greatest tenderness.

Rong Ming didn't answer, his face was impatient.

"You have something on your face, you should wipe it."

Shen Xiuying was taken aback, and touched her face, "What's there?"

"ugly."

After Rong Ming finished speaking, he left without leaving any affection.

Shen Xianying stayed on the spot, her face extremely gray and embarrassed, and she threw the veil to the ground in resentment.

Rong Ming went to Jiang Lao.

Compared with the thorny bird, he is like a different person, becoming obedient.

He drooped his eyes and looked soft and weak.

For some reason, when Jiang Lao saw that he had ignored Shen Xiuying who had troubled her, the unhappiness in his heart dissipated.

But when she saw that something was wrong with Rong Chen, she frowned worriedly, wrote on the palm of his hand and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Zhen grabbed the hand that she wanted to take away after she finished writing.

He took her warm little hand, raised his eyes, and said pitifully, "I'm cold."

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【Weekend Benefits∥Parallel Time and Space】

The heat is still in September.

Friendship Games between the two schools.

A figure on the basketball court almost attracted the attention of everyone present.

Only the last two minutes left until the end of the game.

The score was firmly suppressed at 38:10.

There is no suspense about the outcome, but everyone is staring at the teenager in the red jersey on the court.

last minute.

41:10.

The last thirty seconds.

44:10.

The teenager's last three-pointer for a dunk and the settled victory triggered a frenzy of cheers from the audience, and he won by one!

The girls screamed, and Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan walked back from the field, but they were disdainful, "It's not good luck to change."

Rong Chen didn't even watch the score after he finished playing, as if the victory or defeat had nothing to do with him. He picked up the school uniform on the railing and walked to a place with few people.

The second middle school student looked at his back and seized the opportunity to inquire, "Who is that?"

Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan seized the opportunity.

"That was the adopted son of the Rong family. He was adopted back when he was eight years old. Don’t treat him as a good thing. I heard that when the school just started, the class paid for the class, and the money was almost lost. Don’t you all say it’s him. Steal it..."

"He stole it."

"What nonsense?"

One hit on the head.

Looking back, I saw the monitor in the class.

The two immediately shrank their necks.

From the angle of death looking up from the bottom to the top, the little girl's delicate and white face lines are still as beautiful as a 3D doll.

Holding two cans of mineral water in his hand, Jiang Lao slammed each of them fiercely.

"The money collected from the group was collected by the party secretary and left it at home. I forgot to bring it back. It has nothing to do with him."

"Just now our school scored 44 points, 36 points were all his. Without him, we would lose. What is the use of you."

Jiang Lao held the mineral water in his hand and shook it in front of them, who were sweating profusely, but finally took it away, "I won't give the water, let you slander others and keep it for the heroes."

Jiang Lao looked up and looked for Rong Ming's figure.

In the southwest corner of the basketball court, I saw a lonely young man leaning against the wall.

He seemed to be looking here too, but just withdrew his gaze at this moment.

In the shadows, the profile lines are beautiful but not feminine.

He was transferred here from the first year of high school. Jiang Lao had just entered the classroom, and he was the first to see him.

Sitting alone in the corner of the last row, sleeping on the table, tilting his head, one can see the side face.

She thought he was pretty then.

One year later, I think he looks pretty.

No matter where you go, you can feel like shooting a pictorial every minute.

What to type on the pictorial #清冷学霸##高颜值学神##校服绅士##校男神# tags are not against.

It's just that the frequent bruises and wounds on his body, the habit of being late and leaving early, returning to the exam and not seeing anyone, and the personality that is incompatible with others make him not in touch with good students.

Jiang Lao walked towards him holding two bottles of mineral water, but his footsteps stopped.

Someone came to him earlier than her.

Shen Xiuying held a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Rong Chen, a little shy, "Give you water, you must be very tired and thirsty."

Rong Wei looked at her coldly, but didn't pick it up.

Shen Xiuying held the mineral water bottle tightly, "Then can you help me open the cap? I am thirsty and want to drink water, but I am too weak."

Rong Yu has no patience, "Go forward five hundred meters and turn left. The water in the lake in the center of the school is enough for you to drink."

Shen Yanying's face collapsed and she ran away in anger.

Jiang Lao looked at him as if he was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to join in the fun.

Won the ball for a bad mood.

It's weird.

She muttered.

But looking at Shen Xiuying's back, walking away with anger, she felt inexplicably good.

She talked to him after six months at the same table, and now it has been more than a year before she is close.

If others can approach him easily, she thinks she has a problem.

Her deskmate beckoned to her.

Jiang Lao ran over.

"Little squad leader."

His voice was low and dull.

He drooped his head, and was a little closer to the little girl who was one end of him in height.

Also looked a little tired, "I'm tired."

"Change thirst."

Jiang Lao immediately passed the mineral water in his hand forward.

"The wrist hurts too."

Squeamish.

But thinking of the score he just scored alone.

Jiang Lao helped him unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle.

Suddenly, Rong Zhen stretched out his hand and took away a bottle of orange juice she had put in the pocket of the school uniform, and dropped in the huge pocket of the school uniform pocket.

To be precise, she drank half of it, leaving only half a bottle of orange juice.

"Huh? Don't you like sweet ones?"

"I have low blood sugar."

"But this drink..." Jiang Lao wrinkled his brows, "It's too sweet."

And... she drank it.

"Um."

Rong Zhen had already gobbled a few gulps along the bottle cap, his eyes drooping, his eyes were gloomy, but he had been staring at her.

The Adam's apple rolls.

"It's too sweet," he said.