I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

"Don't let me know anymore." The muscles on the boy's arm were obviously bulging out of anger, but he didn't change his words hurriedly, every word, biting very clearly and seriously, and his voice was hoarse. Gloomy, "You covet her a little bit."

"Otherwise next time," he said, and the blade in his hand sent two points forward. "The knife won't only be drilled so shallowly."

Although not dying, blood gurgled from the wound on Wang Zhou's neck.

Rong Ming let go, his eyes fluttered to the direction where the wood was piled outside the window, "Don't think I don't know your recent movement."

The reason for not suing the officials was just because the people in the yamen were bought by the queen, and he would not accept his complaint at all.

Allowing him to jump is just trying to confuse the queen's side.

If it weren't for Wang Zhou's words to provoke him today, he would want to continue to hold back, watching Wang Zhou's self-righteousness, and using some crappy methods in front of him that can be seen through.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the mood to tease a mouse today.

Rong Chen leaned over, picked up the medicine pestle and medicine mortar on the ground, and sat back in the wheelchair. Although his legs were aching due to the force just now, his face remained stable and his sitting posture was steady.

He continued to pound his medicine, recalling the black green on the back of Jiang Lao's neck that he saw yesterday.

The purple-cyan, palm-sized black, reflected on her delicate skin like fresh snow, too dazzling.

He looked down, pounding the medicine seriously.

As soon as his murderous intent was gathered, the sun outside the window shone on his slender back. The years were calm and he became the sickly and weak beauty again.

Wang Zhou clutched the wound on his neck, stood against the wall, standing with trembling legs, panting for breath, but looking at Rong Ming like a monster.

He is a brute force, from childhood to adulthood, he has always been the only one to bully others.

If it wasn't for the wound on his neck that was really hurting, he even thought it was just a dream just now.

Wang Zhou was frightened when he thought that the **** in front of him was such a hidden and vicious character.

He was running for his life, staggering out of the house, looking at the blood in his hands, his hands trembled, and he couldn't stop.

The desire to kill Rong Ming became even stronger.

Otherwise, the troubles are endless.

…

Rong Chen made the medicine.

He rolled up his sleeves, deep or shallow scars appeared on his tight forearms, and thin sweat gathered in the clear muscle lines between his hands.

He slowly put the powdered medicine into the oil paper medicine bag,

If the corners of his lips were nothing, there was a smile that he hadn't even noticed.

It was just that suddenly, Rong Ming's movements slowed down, stopped, and the slight smile on his lips disappeared.

He held the medicine bag and looked down silently.

Does she need something like him?

Now that his leg injury is getting better, there is no longer lack of rice, bread, firewood at home, the rice is ready, and the heating stove is not extinguished, everything, like a dream, is moving in a good direction.

All this was brought by her.

Rong Ming felt at a loss what to do.

Afraid.

I'm afraid that he will gradually sink into an illusion that will end. Obviously he is the poor creature who is not cared by anyone, being abused and bullied, but he regards the kindness that a person can withdraw at any time, as eternal warmth, to be greedy and believe in.

She was kind to him only because of a moment of guilt, and he couldn't let himself sink too deeply.

After a long while, Rong Lu finally moved.

He controlled the wheelchair and went to the hospital.

Raising the long arm, he lifted the oil paper bag high and turned it over.

The powder of medicine rose in succession, drilled out of the mouth of the bag, and poured down.

Not long ago, all of them drifted away.

Rong Ming didn't look at it, went back to the house, and threw the empty paper bag into the fire.

The flames ignited in an instant, lengthening his shadow on the ground.

The lonely shadow, reflected on the gloomy ground, swayed slightly as the firelight jumped.

He wrapped himself back into the thick, hard shell, and his thin figure was immersed in the gloom, full of dark aura that no one should get near.

It was like a lone ghost, crawling back into the empty tomb where only he would stay, isolating himself from the world, his eyes were cold.

…

The setting sun is like embers.

According to Jiang Lao’s instructions, Jiang Ping traveled around, inquiring about the various crimes committed by Wang Zhou, collecting evidence, and looking for witnesses. After a busy day, he returned to Jiang’s Mansion and said in front of Jiang Lao: "Girl, you I have done everything I ordered."

"Wait for another two days, and see that the culprit must be rewarded, the girl can rest assured."

Jiang Lao nodded, indicating that she had known, and Jiang Ping retired.

Although Wang Zhou's side was arranged, Jiang Lao felt uneasy. He was afraid that things might go wrong. He asked Ming Shao to bring a message to the guards in the west of the city, so that they should not relax for a moment. , Take a good look at Wang Zhou.

Lest something happens again.

She thought of the frail and lonely teenager. He was not like the portrait in her dream. His temperament was not as ferocious as in the dream, or it might just be because he is now not as powerful as in the dream.

But he would bring her plum candy because she asked for medicine for him.

If she helped her all the way, when something happened to her house, would he... also help her?

…

On this day, Wang Zhou woke up early.

He woke up, touched the white medicine band tied around his neck, and hatred filled his eyes.

Wang Zhou wiped the rough cloth with his fingers, and the presence of bandages and painful wounds reminded him of Rong Chen's sudden violence and cruelty.

For the past three days, he has piled up dried firewood both inside and outside the courtyard.

Everything is ready, it's just a matter of fire.

With a breath of anger in his heart, he thought to himself, in order to be sure, he should buy enough drugs, wait until Rong Chao is stunned, and then set him on fire, so as not to make mistakes.

The sky is getting brighter.

Wang Zhou came early to wait outside the warehouse of Yecheng Mansion.

He is waiting for the master's family to send this month's monthly money.

He came too early, and the warehouse has not yet opened.

Wang Zhou squatted on the street idly, conceiving for a while to say something to the person who is sending money for the host's house.

The person who came to send the monthly money for the main house was the warehouse owner of the Fucang, a local sixth-grade official in Yecheng, Qin Lian.

Although Wang Zhou had some personal connections in Yecheng, he was just a horrible snake. When he encountered this kind of official position, he wanted a dwarf.

Every time Qin Lian asked him a couple of words about Rong Ming when he came to give the money, Wang Zhou was annoyed, but he was downcast, and he couldn't be annoyed.

As usual, Wang Zhou will lie and prevaricate.

But today, he is thinking, should he stop lying.

If Rong Wei's leg injury suddenly worsened, it would be more credible that he could not escape the fire after the change.

Wang Zhou was planning in his heart, and he saw Qin Lian's figure appearing on the other side of the road.

Qin Lian is the only person in Yecheng who knows Rong's true identity.

Before Rong Chen arrived in Yecheng, he had received a letter from the Fourth Prince Rong Shen, telling him that the Ninth Prince would go to Yecheng to recover from his injuries and asked him to pay monthly money to the Ninth Prince.

Qin Lian was just a local official. Before this, he had never heard about the Nine Princes. After a little inquiries, he learned a little bit.

Hearing that the nine princes were born from a very low birth, and his mother had died young, and that he was the weakest son of Emperor Zhaowu's knees, he had no intention of fawning.

It's just that this is a child of the heavenly family anyway, and every time he pays out monthly money, he can't help but ask about Rong Ming's current situation.

Wang Zhouyi saw Qin Lian's figure, in his eyes

The flattering and greedy smile couldn't be concealed at all, so he hurried up to meet him, "Official man, are you here?"

He was very anxious, did not say any more polite words, and went straight ahead, "The villain is here to collect the monthly money for my son."

Qin Lian took out the key to the warehouse and opened the door. As usual, he asked slowly, "What's going on with your little son?"

Wang Zhou squinted his eyes, hesitated according to what he was thinking, and then said: "Little son, he...maybe the weather is cold recently, and his leg injury is not good, but the pain is worse than the previous day."

Qin Lian paused when he opened the door, "Does it hurt so much?"

"Yes." Wang Zhou didn't change his face, "The villain received the monthly money today, so I went to get him some good medicine."

Qin Lian nodded slightly, turned around, and continued to open the door.

When Wang Zhou couldn't see it, a glimpse of pride rose in his eyes, rubbing his fingers, and waiting to get the sixteen taels of silver.

But I heard a sigh behind me

"It can be considered that an official has been found."

The voice shouted coquettish and charming, and it sounded like a woman from Fengyue's occasion.

Wang Zhou's expression changed when he saw the woman's face.

Can't wait to bury her face in the soil, turn her head and walk forward without telling her to see who she is.

But he was a step late, and the woman's fingers covered with bright purple cardamom clung to his shoulders, and with a flick, he forced his head to turn around, and said bitterly, "You lost 20 taels in my Changle Village bet two months ago. Silver, I owe me ten taels. I promised to replace it on the third day of February, but I haven't seen anyone in a month. Wang Zhou, I only agreed to let you credit one month on the third day of the month. What about ten taels? "

Wang Zhou did not expect such an accident today.

He owed money at Yun Qiniang's gambling house two months ago, and originally planned to replace it last month.

But last month, his sixteen taels of silver were stolen back!

Wang Zhouyi's face was scorched, "Qiniang, listen to me to explain."

"You don't need to explain, it's the third day again today. The officials are rich again, right? It's me."

Qin Lian's footsteps in front of him suddenly stopped.

Wang Zhou's body was getting colder now.

Wang Zhou just saw Yun Qiniang, he was only scared that the creditor came to the door, but now he wants to understand that Yun Qiniang is here in the mansion and blocking him in front of Qin Lian, I am afraid it is not only to collect debts!

If Qin Lian knew about his personal admission of Rong Ming's silver...His brother-in-law's official was no bigger than Qin Lian's official, he would definitely be sent to the prison.

During this year, nearly two hundred taels, he didn't know Da Zhao's decrees, but he was also vaguely clear. If he entered, he might not be able to get out!

Wang Zhoulei was stunned, trembling, and winked at Yun Qiniang, trying to stop her from continuing.

But I heard Yun Qiniang sneer, "Why don't officials change money? It's the third year of the junior high school, didn't all your little master's monthly money go into your pocket?"

If Wang Zhou had just changed the expectation that Qin Lian couldn't hear the off-string notes in Yun Qiniang's words, now, even the last fig leaf was torn off.

When it was over, he collapsed and sat on the ground.

…

Wang Zhou wanted to escape, but was overtaken by the officers and soldiers around Qin Lian, pressed to the ground, and caught him.

Because Qin Lian knew Rong Ming's true identity, he had stolen the prince's monthly money, and he had a big deal. In addition, the people around him were watching. He ordered the letter to be written and sent to Emperor Zhaowu and the Ministry of Criminal Affairs respectively. At the same time, Wang Zhou was escorted back to Beijing, and he personally sent sixteen taels of silver to Rong Chen.

Qin Lian saw Rong Chen for the first time.

I thought that Rong Ming's appearance was nothing but Err's, and he was as unremarkable as his origin, but unexpectedly this fourteen-year-old boy was a man of grace that could not be held down in a wheelchair.

His deep eyes hide his emotions so well that he even heard that the person who bullied him all day ended up as he deserved, but his eyes were cold, calm and calm, and there was no such thing as a young person's anger and anger on his face.

It's more and more pitiful that his two legs...

After hearing what Qin Lian said, Rong Ming asked quietly: "Master Qin knows, why Yun Qiniang went to Wang Zhou to ask for debts in person?"

Qin Lian was taken aback, "The lower official thought it was just a coincidence."

Rong Ming curled his lips and smiled lightly.

Since Yun Qiniang wanted to collect debts, how could she show up before Wang Zhou was about to get the money.

Obviously, it should be settled after Wang Zhou got the money.

If she was just to collect debts, but when Wang Zhou was arrested, she was not in a hurry, no anxious, nor went to Qin Lian to ask for justice, but left silently.

This is nothing like what a casino proprietress would do.

Qin Lian sighed, "The evil slave is greedy for so much money, why didn't His Highness Nine find an official sooner?"

Rong Ming lowered his eyelids, with thick long eyelashes, covering all the undercurrents in his gaze.

He also waited outside his house when he first arrived in Yecheng, but did he open that door for him at that time?

He laughed mockingly, but he was puzzled. Who was the person who prompted Yun Qiniang to put pressure on Qin Lian in front of the people today?

After seeing off the guests, he steered his wheelchair out.

…

Inside the restaurant.

Jiang Lao press Jiang Ping to go

I had a good talk with Yun Qiniang and gave Yun Qiniang a whole set of head and face.

Yun Qiniang happily touched the exquisite jewelry in her arms, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Lao more.

Jiang Lao knew that Qin Lian was going to **** Wang Zhou back to Beijing. She was afraid that Wang Zhou would escape on the road.

She knew at a glance that the girl in front of her had a wealthy family, and when she gave this expensive set of head and face to her, she didn't blink her eyes and didn't give up.

Born so coquettishly again, a woman couldn't help but look at her a few more times when she saw her. It was an enviable fate to change.

She was a little curious, "Why does Miss Jiang have to rectify Wang Zhou's evil ruffian?"

It is reasonable to say that this kind of big family girl has nothing to do with Wang Zhou. Even if they run into it, Wang Zhou definitely does not dare to offend her.

Jiang Lao was dragging his cheeks to look down from the window, leaning on the window rail and saying, "Who, bullied a friend of mine."

She didn't specify who it was, and Yun Qiniang didn't ask much, but she probably guessed who it was in her heart, and laughed meaningfully.

She said: "Then Wang Zhou was also greedy. He actually swallowed nearly two hundred taels of silver from his master. With so much money, I was afraid that he would be imprisoned for a lifetime. There is something for him in the prison. What's more, I think he was escorted. Jinling is now, and heavy punishment is inevitable."

Yun Qiniang suddenly asked curiously: "The young master, is it a child of a big man? Why would Wang Zhouhuan be escorted to Jinling for interrogation?"

Jiang Lao thought for a while, but shook his head.

No matter how strong the background of the young boy’s family is, what is the use? He is not reduced to this point. Even the children of ordinary people are no match for Wang Zhou. Wang Zhou is indeed vicious, but that is also the servant chosen by his master's mother. The real viciousness is. His mistress is right.

The two chatted for a while, and stepped out of the restaurant together.

It was cold outside, and Jiang Lao put down his cloak. He heard Yun Qiniang say next to him: "Qiniang ask one more question, is your little friend your favorite Xiaolangjun?"

She smiled, pointed to the other side, motioned Jiang Lao to look, "That person, is it him?"

Across the street, Jiang Lao raised his eyes, and, in a daze, he met Rong Ming's line of sight.