I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

His face with fear, for a glance, will flood out all the sympathy and love in his heart.

"Almost dead?"

Rong Ming stopped talking, his breathing was not even, and he looked at her sadly.

The eyelashes trembled and trembled, as if they could tremble in people's hearts.

Because of long-term medication, his complexion is much paler and thinner than ordinary people.

When the jaw line is tightened, the slightly blue blood vessels and meridians under the white skin on the neck are faintly formed, overlapping with those mottled scars, like the broken marks on the fetus when the jade is broken.

The expression is also generally fragile.

Jiang Lao remembered his hoarse "I'm a little scared" just now, so he stopped forcing him to speak.

He was not particularly unfamiliar with his appearance.

In his dream, he did not know when he was afraid of thunder.

In the thunderous night, there is no rule of not wanting others to touch him, hands clasping her wrists tightly, like using her as a human-shaped heater, holding her to sleep.

It's just that he has been tortured for a long time in the dream. When his cold fingers pressed against the skin of her wrists, the tremor and fear he gave her far overwhelmed his sympathy for him.

What's more, he held it firmly all night and wouldn't let go. She was like being entangled by a giant snake all night, and she dared to fall asleep all night, curled up in the arms of this living Yama with fear.

The red marks on the wrists could not go away for a few days, causing the other maids in the house to misunderstand her relationship with him, and ridicule her.

Jiang Lao took a deep breath and said to himself that Rong Ming and Jiu Ye were already two people.

In the dream, she indeed owed him too.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the man covered by the white coffin carried by several palace men.

She looked at the bleak white dress, and she felt an indescribable sense of horror in her heart.

Standing by the wall of the red palace, in the golden sunshine, I still feel chilly.

If Rong Mingruo has just experienced the danger of almost dying...

Jiang Lao clenched the small cinnabar box in his hand. For the rest of your life, who can be replaced, who can not be afraid.

She didn't force Rong Ming to explain to him what happened just now, and she was considerate, leaving him time to calm down, and said gently and patiently: "Would you like me to push you out for a while? Soothe your mood. "

Rong Ming nodded.

Jiang Lao grabbed the back of his wheelchair and pushed him forward. He didn't say anything all the way. He wanted to wait for Rong Ming's emotions to ease down.

Rong Ming looked down at his feet, the two of them

Part of the person’s shadows overlapped, his expression softened, and he slowly said, “I was drugged at breakfast this morning. If I hadn’t been alert, I would have died.”

"Then... the person who was carried away just now is..."

Rong Ming looked down, "It's Si Ying."

The tone is somewhat inaccurate.

I don't know if she is the kind of person who will feel distressed no matter who dies.

A trace of surprise slowly rose on Jiang Lao's face, but soon the surprise turned into a reality.

Si Ying was bought by the Queen, and the Queen has always been harmful to Rong Ming's mind.

Where she couldn't see, he had experienced such a dangerous thing.

Jiang Lao also started to get scared.

She deliberately pushed him into the sunlight, trying to let the sunlight drive away the coldness from him and his fear of being almost in danger, and put the small box of cinnabar into his hand. Next to the peony bush, the sun was shining and the leaves were green.

She stopped here, stood in front of Rong Chen, and asked Rong Chen, "Is the poisoning...Is it the thing that Empress Jiahe did?"

She was afraid that what they were saying would be heard by the third person, so she leaned slightly, lowered her head, and was very close to his ear.

When speaking, the breathing can be heard.

Rong Ming raised his eyes slightly, and she could see that her soft white skin was dangling in front of her eyes, and she didn't know whether it was the fragrance of the flowers in exchange for the scent of her body, and her eyes became deep, "Yes."

Kazuki's newly budded peony, the leaves are lush and green, like waxing, reflecting the charming and clean face of the little girl.

Rong Ming looked at her, suddenly lost in thought.

Worry From her face, she saw her fear of someone dying, or her sympathy for Si Ying.

But she has a faint expression on her face, frowning lightly, unable to see the emotions in her heart.

"It's the queen," he said slowly. "She didn't see me learning from Yan Nanxun, so she resorted to this method eagerly."

Although he didn't see any expression of fear or sympathy with Si Ying on Jiang Lao's face, he was not at ease.

He lowered his eyelashes and said, "She was bought by Si Ying and prescribed the medicine in my breakfast, but he accidentally swallowed the poison, and instead died early."

"I just got my life back by luck."

The **** and crazy killing in the morning was downplayed by him at the moment, saying it was a fluke.

Jiang Lao listened, substituting into Rong Ming's situation, his scalp was numb.

No wonder he just saw him for the first time and gave him water and snacks. He looked wary and wanted to watch her drink first and eat first.

If he didn't have this kind of defensiveness, how could he survive in such a dangerous environment.

Rong Ming's face is inverted

Shining, the dark sight was still locked on her face.

He faced her, just like facing the toughest chess game. Because he couldn't lose, he was the most difficult and cautious. He stepped out of every chess piece in his hand, fearing a careless move and losing all of the game.

"I wanted to find a reason to sack Si Ying according to what you said. But I didn't expect that he would accidentally ingest poison and be poisoned to death..."

"Ke Si should want to give medicine to harm people, and the evil is rewarded." Jiang Lao said angrily.

It doesn't make sense that a person who wants her life accidentally died, and she had to incense to him while she was alive.

That's a waste of that incense

She sighed when she heard Rong Ming's tone of self-blame.

In the palace, there should be a lot of people who died violently for no reason. He should have seen or heard about it, seen and heard about it, and watched that person die in front of his eyes. After all, it is different. He doesn't know what he has now. It should be taken, "The perpetrator will die, so you don't have to think about it."

Hearing that she had no sympathy or pity for the dead Si Ying.

Rong Ming felt relieved.

Jiang Lao said: "There is a shortage of people in your palace. I will personally select a few reliable ones and tell you the candidates. I will not let the queen have the chance to hurt your life again."

The Xu family's power is indeed terrifying, and they have military power in their hands. She is inferior to the Jiang family, but if the Jiang family and her grandmother Qin family are inferior to her, it is not necessarily better, at least they will not be afraid of them.

Rong Ming nodded slightly and gave a soft "um".

I was shocked.

The ear tips are slightly red.

I think she helped him choose the palace man.

Kind of like...little wife.

...

Jiang Lao recorded in his heart the fact of finding a few loyal servants for Rong Chen. Looking at the small box of cinnabar in his hand, he remembered what she wanted to do today.

She saw that Rong Lu's face became much better at this moment, thinking that he should have eased a little, and handed it to him, "I want to give you cinnabar today. I wanted to open my eyes to you. Unexpectedly, it happened to catch up with this incident. By coincidence, cinnabar can also ward off evil spirits. You take it, don’t be afraid anymore."

Rong Chen became Yan Nanxun's own disciple. Jiang Lao wanted to give him a gift for such a happy event, so as to stabilize her relationship with the future golden thigh.

But after the news that he became Yan Nanxun's disciple went out, surely many people wanted to come and give gifts.

There must be a lot of people who come to give things like pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

She thought for a long time and thought of cinnabar.

Only before the child's enlightenment, his parents often put a little cinnabar on his forehead.

This is called eye opening.

Jiang Lao thought to himself that although Rong Chen has a queen as his mother and concubine, he has the most noble man in all of Da Zhao's as his father.

But she whispered in her heart, and he lived as an orphan without a father or mother.

Just before the enlightenment, I am afraid that no one put cinnabar on his forehead and opened his eyes for him.

But it was sent today, and it's not just for eye-opening, but also for warding off evil spirits.

"When you were a kid, did you open your eyes?" she asked Rong Ming.

Rong Ming shook his head.

No one will remember to open his eyes.

Jiang Lao knew that he had not given this gift wrong, and felt a little happy.

She stretched out her finger, touched her empty forehead, and taught Rong Ming, "This cinnabar, you can tap a little bit on your forehead, it will open your eyes, and it will be a good sign. After returning to the Shouhuai Palace, sprinkle it on the front yard of the hall. , Counted as warding off evil spirits."

This time she didn't need to sneak cinnabar on his forehead like she did in Yecheng.

Just let him do it himself.

As a result, Rong Ming hung his head, feeling lost like a puppy, "I don't seem to have the strength to change my hand."

With cinnabar on his thin hands, it seemed that he couldn't make a fist.

It seemed that I was so frightened because of what happened just now, and I was afraid of changing it, but I still had lingering fears.

Jiang Lao sighed.

He couldn't wait for such a big thing for a while, it was normal.

It doesn't matter, she understands.

"Then I will help you." She said.

...

Huai Qing listened, the expression on her face was a little unpredictable.

It is completely impossible to connect the young man showing weakness in front of him with the perpetrator in the Shouhuai Palace who just presses an adult **** as easily as a chick.

Si Ying couldn't resist completely at that time. For Rong Chen, how could he not have the strength to raise his arm?

As a little maid who loves gossip, Ming Shao asked Huaiqing quietly and curiously, "Did the dead **** die a miserable death?"

Huaiqing recalled that cheese should be miserable.

But at the same time, he also remembered the scheming and methods of his sick and weak master who was sitting in a wheelchair and looked like a waste.

As an **** who has seen big scenes.

He shook his head and said nothing.

No matter what Ming Shao is curious about, it is big or small.

Huaiqing has only one attitude

Shaking his head, shaking his head, shaking his head constantly.

Qingqing is a dumb, and Qingqing doesn't know anything.

Never say a word that shouldn't be said.

...

But after a while, Huaiqing looked at the red sun in the sky, felt that the hour was about the same, and reminded Rong Ming, "Master, it's almost time to leave."

"Where to go?" Jiang Lao asked.

"Yes..." Huaiqing knew that the master was treating the Fourth Girl Jiang very special, so she didn't want to hide from her. Just about to say that she was going to the Queen, Rong Zhen said quietly, "It's going to Fu Yin."

He himself knew that sending Si Ying's body to the queen was not like a good method that only humans would have.

His few kindness and goodness were all given to her, and he didn't want her to make a misunderstanding because of other things.

After Rong Chen finished speaking, he looked sideways and glanced at Huaiqing.

Huai Qing understood it, and saw Rong Lu's intention that he didn't want Jiang Lao to follow him, and immediately changed his words, "I want to go to Fu Yin, let Hao do an autopsy, and see if I can find out something."

Even by analogy, "Girl, you go back first, Fu Yin's side, it is not appropriate for you to follow. There are slaves to follow this matter. If you have any news, I will tell you when I come back."

...

In Jinxiu Palace, the queen was a little anxious, waiting for news from Shouhuai Palace.

She drank the tea, but her heart couldn't calm down, "In my heart, why are you so upset."

Yu Ying said, "Don't worry, Niang Niang. Since this **** named Si Ying was able to succeed last time, he has become more skilled this time and will definitely not miss it."

Jia and the Queen asked her anxiously, "When you gave him the medicine, you didn't let others see it, did you?"

"No." Yuying replied exactly.

Let alone the time of administration, it is late at night when everyone is asleep.

Before and after the administration, she paid close attention to her surroundings, and there were no human figures.

Queen Jiahe was a little relieved, but she frowned, "But if something really happened to him, why is there no news now?"

She waited, waiting for Rong Zhen to really have something wrong, and let Si Ying be her scapegoat.

At this time, someone from the palace stumbled and ran in, out of breath, "Manny, someone died in Shouhuai Palace, who died, and sent us here."

Queen Jiahe couldn’t hide the joy on her face. The months of sleeplessness and fear caused her to slow down her thinking. When she saw the palace man coming in and spreading words, she gave birth to something almost indistinguishable from reality. The illusion came, as if I heard the palace man say that the Ninth Prince is dead.

Missed so many times.

this time

Rong Chen finally died?

She didn't like to stand up, and before the court lady came to help, she walked out of the temple quickly.

The voice of the palace servant who was passing the letter came from behind him, "Manny, don't go over! Beware of bumping into the phoenix body!"

"It's okay." Empress Jiahe suppressed it for so many years, and finally waited until Rong Ming's life was lost.

Her hands trembled, and the maid lifted the white coffin.

A sad expression was prepared on his face, tears were streaming down his face, and he wailed, "My little nine!"

But I couldn't wait in my heart, wanting to take a look at Rong Ming's death.

Sunny and day, the white coffin was slowly uncovered.