I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Sitting withered until dawn, Jiang Lao was absent-minded, and after having had his breakfast, he went out to the west of the city.

Siye Jiang saw that she had been alone for three or four days. He specially let the kitchen make soup dumplings that she liked to eat this morning, but saw that she went out without moving her chopsticks a few times. He felt weird in his heart and called Jiang Laowu. One of the maids here came over.

"What have you been up to lately?"

He had waited for his daughter to take the initiative to complain to him, but he didn't expect to be unable to wait every day.

Jiang Siye sighed with emotion. She liked to pester him a lot when she was a child, but when she grew up, she didn't like him as an old father, so he had to inquire about it herself.

The maid said: "Girls often go to the west side of the city these days."

Siye Jiang's old father was sad, "What are you going to do to the west of the city?"

"It seems to be looking for a young boy two or three years older than her."

Old father Jiang felt an alarm bell in his heart for an instant, frowned, his face turned cold.

On the side, Jiang Qin smiled crookedly and asked, "Does that boy look good?"

Jiang Qin is thirty-four years old, but her face looks like a twenty-year-old young girl. At first glance, she looks like a woman who has been treated well over the years.

She thought to her heart that her daughter might be just like her, she only looked at her face, and she might have caught herself with her husband early.

When Siye Jiang saw his wife's expression, he knew what she was thinking.

Thinking of the picture of his daughter marrying in the future, the gentle and free man usually slapped the table grumpyly, "It's not good to look good, how old are you?"

Jiang Qin raised his eyebrows, "If you look good, I wouldn't marry you back then."

She smiled and said, "If you promised her marriage with the Ninth Prince that year, you would have a beautiful brother as your future husband since childhood."

When Jiang Lao was a few months old, Emperor Zhaowu deliberately made a baby kiss for Jiang Lao and his two-year-old Ninth Prince Rong Ming.

Jiang Qin looked at the two-year-old male doll who was born exquisitely and beautifully, and heard that his biological mother was a beauty that is hard to find in the world, and he was a little moved if he wanted to look like him in the future.

It's a pity that this baby boy was turned down by Jiang Xingzhou.

"Year is my heart, I am determined to find her the best man in the world to be her husband."

Because of Jiang Qin's words, Jiang Siye coldly snorted when thinking of the past.

He took up the critical posture of Lao Zhangren early, "I look down on the weak and thin appearance of the Ninth Prince."

What's more, he knew in his heart that this pro

It's not that simple.

The ninth prince was born and lost his mother, and he has no reliance in the palace.

The emperor deliberately put his daughter and the nine princes into one pile, obviously looking for Ning'an Bo Mansion to provide him as a backer for his helpless poor son.

But if there is no one who really protects him in a cannibalistic place like Shen Gong, then it may not be easy for him to survive.

Not to mention that if there is a controversy in the future, a prince like him without a background is the fate of cannon fodder.

He never wanted to see his daughter become a widow without getting married.

…

In the hut in the west of the city, inside and outside the house, the servants of the Jiang family came in and out.

Since the day Jiang Lao fell from the wall, she has lost face.

But the young man needed manpower to watch here, so she called a dozen people to guard here.

These servants came in and out, and refurbished this dilapidated hut in the west of the city as new. The house was filled with rare medicinal materials taken from the Jiang Family Mansion.

Rong Ming was sitting by the window with his wheelchair attached to his back.

He looked at the figures walking back and forth outside the house, his ears heard the clutter of footsteps.

He knew the cause and effect of this incident in his heart, and knew that she was guilty of hitting him, so he called some people over.

But when he recalled the scene that day, his eyebrows sank.

He never thought about saving her.

Who dies and who lives has nothing to do with him.

When he was nine years old, he watched with his own eyes the ten prince being pushed into the pond by a concubine who was madly ill.

The ten prince who was once arrogant and ganged up with other brothers to bully him again and again, choked water in his nose, and when he was about to be submerged, he finally became a little bit like an emperor.

That was the first time he called his elder brother-when he could be used to help.

But the ten princes called his brother for help, begging for mercy, the more sad, he stood by the grass on the shore, without any movement, watching him sink to the bottom of the water.

A living person died and sank to the bottom like a fish, much quieter.

Cold-blooded, selfish, and his brother died still before his eyes.

This should be his reaction.

She should be abandoned and ignored.

Watching her fall into the snow coldly.

But the moment he saw her fall, his body reacted very quickly.

Even after she was hit in the leg, the pain on her leg was like a knife cut, but she was relieved first, she was all right.

It's so abnormal that it doesn't look like him.

The price of the abnormality at this time is too great.

He felt a little familiar to her inexplicably, but he couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

Who is she.

Rong Ming lowered his eyes and stared at his two legs.

It used to be so painful here, but in the past few days... it has become like wood, unconscious, not even painful.

Below the hip bone, it seems empty, even if the two legs are sawed off directly, I am afraid it will be no different from now.

He only saw a little hope of being able to stand up again, but as a result

Rong Zhen's eyes were full of gloom.

When he was in a coma, vaguely, he heard all the words of the old doctor.

From then on he was completely disabled and useless.

Unable to return to Beijing, the remaining forces in Beijing are also a waste of chess. If he loses step by step, step by step, he will always be inferior to others.

Rong Chen's fist clenched beside him trembled unwillingly, as if a knife was plucked in his heart.

Suddenly there was a rustling noise by the window.

He looked up, and by the window lattice, a head with two girls in buns stuck out.

It's Jiang Lao.

She lay down by the window, showing her head in a solemn tone, "I have found a way to heal your leg injury."

Her eyes with autumn water, because of crying several times, the corners of her eyes are wet and red, but her face is very beautiful, like a freshly bitten pomegranate grain, her face is water red with moist tears.

She looked at Rong Chen with a shame on her face.

Seeing his pale lips and weak body, her eyes were full of embers, gray and lonely.

She was the one who made him look like this.

It's all her fault.

She lowered her eyes reproachfully and promised softly, "I will bring the medicine back. You have to wait for me to come back."

The carriage leaving the city was waiting outside. She didn't say much, just said these two sentences in a hurry, then boarded the carriage and left.

The carriage drove all the way out of the city.

When driving past the city gate, the notice handwritten by the county magistrate on the wall was lifted off by the strong wind and was photographed on the wheel of the carriage.

The words "Heal my life, don't want to go out of the city" still look like new.

…

Wait for her to come back.

Thinking of her swearing gaze and the hurriedly leaving back, Rong Chen frowned fiercely, and the strange feeling in his heart took a step further.

He has never tried to trust others.

From the moment he had the memory, everyone around him was deceiving him, deceiving him, and humiliating him, and no one was really kind to him.

He doesn't seem so stupid unless he doesn't believe it.

It's so ridiculous and pitiful, maintaining the last bit of dignity and backbone.

But now, the inner line of defense is getting closer and closer to her, shaking day after day, devastating at a speed that makes him panic.

Her eyes are as clean as water, and they are as bright as a stream. Although they are timid, they are always on him.

It's as if, really caring about him.

Rong Chen resisted his own thinking, and kept thinking about it uncontrollably, his temples were sharply pained.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

No one said hello, and walked in with a bruised pig-headed face.

If it weren't for the clothes on his body and only his face, I'm afraid no one would recognize it as Wang Zhou-his face was so swollen that his mother wouldn't recognize it.

When Wang Zhou ate Bawang’s meal that day, he was beaten up by the owner of the restaurant and lost a penny on him.

He was bruised everywhere, it hurts everywhere, he couldn't walk, and he crawled back.

People came in and out of the hut, and it was so busy that it was not as deserted as before. Wang Zhouhuan thought he had gone back to the wrong place, and after inquiring about it, he realized that Jiang Lao had sent it.

Thinking that he was suffering outside, but Rong Jian stayed here comfortably being served by others, Wang Zhou was jealous with jealousy.

He sticks to the wall, grinning, rubbing medicine on his bruise and purulent wounds, and sarcastically said: "The ladies of the big family have a leisurely mind."

He looked at Rong Yu, who glanced out of the window, with a sour tone, "Don't look at her now helping this group. It's just that the rich lady's life is boring, so I am sorry for you. Begging Huazi, just spend the day in your free time. What she gives you is nothing but something she doesn't need."

He hehe sneered twice, "Wait someday she is not interested in you, and see if she will come to you for a change."

His response was a "bang" door.

Rong Wei turned the wheel of his wheelchair and went outside, his back was absolutely indifferent.

Because of his indifferent attitude, Wang Zhou hit the cotton with his fist head, and his conversation was blocked. He quickly snorted, but disdainfully snorted.

He felt that what he had just said was not wrong at all, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Laughing Jiang Lao is busy working for a dying handicapped, really kind

Rong Ming went all the way to the door and stopped by the threshold.

There are two deep ruts on the snowy road outside.

It is the trace of a wagon wheel.

He watched for a long time, but shook his head.

He does not believe in Wang Zhou, but believes in himself.

No one will really treat him well.

When he was young, it was not that the maidservant pityed him and secretly gave him steamed buns.

However, after being discovered by the queen's people, he turned to point out that he had stolen the steamed buns from the kitchen, and gave him a severe beating.

He understands better than anyone else

Those little kindness given by others on a whim becomes vulnerable to a single blow once they threaten themselves.

…

Flickered for four days.

In the past four days, Rong Zhen never saw Jiang Lao again.

He suppressed the inexplicable expectation and anxiety in his heart, thinking, this is the right way.

Whether she is here or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Even if she comes now, she will always get tired of that day in the future.

In the end he will only be Ming Ran alone.

But it's been four days...

Rong Ming felt a little strange.

Even if she didn't come, he wanted to know what she was doing.

This thought tortured him for four full days, and when he realized it, he found that he had turned his wheelchair and went outside.

There are two old women in the street chatting

"The carriage was hit by a snowball from the top of the mountain when it passed the mountainside, and then it turned over the cliff."

"It's a coincidence. If it passes a while earlier and a while later, it won't encounter such a thing."

"Where are the people in the carriage? Change alive?"

"I don't know... A lot of people are watching at the foot of the mountain, maybe they are dead."

"It's terrible, the snow is so big, how can I get out of the city if I change it? What can be more serious than my life"

On Rong's face, he was still indifferent to Gu Jing Wubo.

until

"This carriage looks like the wealthy family from Jinling. Don't be the case that they are used to the rich life of rich clothes and jade. I don't know how dangerous the snowy mountain roads are here..."

Rong Ming glanced at them with a pale face.

At this time, a figure appeared far away in the snow.

The figure gradually approached, and it was the maid who occasionally followed Jiang Lao.

The maid approached him with red eyes. When approaching, she stuffed bottles of pills and a few medical books into his arms, but choked and couldn't say anything for a while.

Rong Yu suddenly remembered the two carriage prints he had seen outside his house four days ago, and the chat with the two old women just now.

Four days ago, the nosy little girl had some strange promises.

His brows jumped heavily.

Why did he only see her maid but not her?

The always calm voice trembles slightly, and it seems anxious that is difficult to suppress, but it sounds very cold, "Your girl, where is she?"

Ming Shao's eyes were red at first, and when he heard the news he was asking Jiang Lao, he choked first, and then, uncontrollable tears rolled from his eyes.

She slumped down on the ground, howling and crying, her sorrow was overwhelming in her crying, "Girl, girl she..."