I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The **** of Jin Yi quickly disappeared at the end of the road and disappeared into Jiang Lao's sight.

Jiang Lao saw that they were walking eastward after they had stepped through the Zhumen at the end of the palace road. Even though their figure disappeared and the sound of footsteps had gone away, the people watching the excitement at the gate of the palace were still very interested, and there was no tendency to disperse at all. , The voices of discussion and speculation continued.

Jiang Lao turned around and quietly left the crowd.

She took Ming Shao to a place that could avoid people's ears, and said: "Go to Shuxiang Palace and ask my aunt for help, and ask her to arrange for a palace clerk to go to the Chonghua Palace to inquire about it. The Seventeenth Prince and the Ninth Prince what's going on?"

After passing the palace gate and heading east, you will see Emperor Zhaowu’s Chonghua Hall, the most important place in the imperial city.

She couldn't find a way to get in, so she could only count on her aunt for help.

Until Jiang Lao finished giving Ming Shao's instructions, Hu Tang slowly walked to Jiang Lao's side. She also stood there and watched for a long time. When the seventeenth prince passed by, he gave her a vicious look, inexplicably.

Hu Tang recalled the glance that Prince Seventeen had just stared at her, and the palm of his hand holding the whip felt a little itchy.

But she didn't forget that Jiang Lao changed to her side, and the whip rolled up didn't go out again. She leaned in front of Jiang Lao, and said with emotion: "The 17th prince's forehead is so swollen, it hurts very badly at first sight. The one who beat him must be It's a cruel hand. I didn't expect the Ninth Prince sitting in a wheelchair to have such an ability..."

Jiang Lao lowered his head, "Do you think it was the Ninth Prince who beat him?"

"Don't everyone else say that?"

"But he is in a wheelchair..."

"You may not be able to fight in a wheelchair." Hu Tang sat on the chair with a full-featured appearance, with Erlang's legs tilted, and his hand stretched out, holding his maidservant's arm with a reverse cut, bending the elbow against the maidservant's back, and blinking. He immediately pressed her on the table, making her unable to move.

She raised her head to look at Jiang Lao, "Look, as long as the person I want to hit is close, even if my legs can't move, that person will not easily fall into my hand."

Jiang Lao watched Hu Tang's series of smooth movements.

Her brows were slightly twisted instead.

There are indeed many scars and scars on the palms and backs of Rong Ming’s hands. Before he was injured, he did look like a man who had danced and used swords, but now his leg injury is not healed. When the disease comes, the weak and fibrous, how can it be considered together with Hu Tang?

Jia and Empress have done a good job of reversing right and wrong. Now the people around are talking about the 17th prince being beaten. Is it possible that the person who was beaten was Rong Chen?

She walked to Hu Tang in two steps, showing a bit of anxiety in her movements, "Did you see any injuries on the Ninth Prince?"

Since Hu Tang is a martial artist, she may have better eyesight than her, and she is taller than her, so her vision is not easily blocked by others.

She was squeezed in the crowd, and she could only vaguely see Rong Ming's figure, and could not see his face at all.

Hu Tang shook his head, "I didn't see any injuries on the face of His Royal Highness Nine."

Jiang Lao paced back and forth anxiously.

Yes, yes, if she was the seventeenth prince, she would definitely not hit someone where she would be seen by others.

According to what she had dreamed of, the scars and scars on Rong Mei's chest and back would be much larger and deeper than those on his hands and neck. Maybe it was this time.

"Hu Tang, I can't accompany you yet, I have to go to Shuxiang Palace."

Jiang Lao felt that it was not enough to just let Ming Shao go to Shuxiang Palace to find someone. She began to worry about this and that, and said to Hu Tang, and went to Shuxiang Palace in person.

Hu Tang let go of his maid, looked at Jiang Lao's hurried departure, and muttered, "Why are you so worried about the Ninth Prince?"

Her face was almost scratched by a cat just now, but she was never so nervous.

...

In the Shuxiang Palace, Jiang Lao was waiting for the return of the palace lady who had gone to the Chonghua Palace to inquire about the news. Her eyelashes were drooping and still could not hide the anxiety in her face. Concubine Yun Gui handed the pomegranate in her arms to the palace lady to hold and embraced her. He touched Jiang Lao's shoulder, "Don't be anxious, go and ask, you'll be back in a while."

When there was movement in the yard, Jiang Lao immediately stood up.

But the visitor was not the palace man sent out, but the **** Li Ren beside Emperor Zhaowu.

Li Ren brought a mutton fat jade bracelet over and found Jiang Lao, "This is a gift from the emperor to you. I am apologizing for the 17th prince. The pet of the 17th prince almost ran into the girl, and the emperor has already fined him. He went to think behind closed doors."

Li Ren brought the suet bracelet over and was about to withdraw. Seeing that Jiang Lao had something to ask, Concubine Yun nodded her shoulder and said, "Public Li's own person, you can ask what you want."

Jiang Lao chased after him, "Grandpa Li."

She stood in front of him and blessed her body, "Do you know what happened to the 17th prince?"

She didn't directly ask Rong Chen, but in fact, her ears were quietly put on her ears, and she waited for Li Ren's words to mention Rong Chen's name.

Li Ren glanced over her, glanced at Concubine Yun, and said: "His Royal Highness Seventeen almost hurt the girl and did not apologize to the girl. His Royal Highness Nine happened to see it and disciplined His Highness Seventeen."

Hearing this news, Jiang Lao was taken aback for a moment. She followed Li Ren's words and asked, "How is the Nine Highness?"

Li Ren was silent for a moment.

Concubine Yun Gui took the dazzling cloak on her shoulders, walked slowly down the steps, and said to Li Ren: "The father-in-law has something to say, there will be no nonsense here in this palace."

Li Ren reassured and said boldly, "His Royal Highness Jiu has a good heart to discipline his younger brothers, but unfortunately the method is a little improper, and the emperor... Your Royal Highness is forbidden together, but..."

Li Ren stayed by Emperor Zhaowu for too long and spoke slowly. He had to think a few times in his heart before he could export.

He talked about Rong Ming's punishment in such a slow tone, which made Jiang Lao anxious, "But?"

Li Ren whispered: "His Royal Highness Nine invites you to go out of Beijing with Master Chen and go to Yunling Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing to supervise the construction of the plank road for a month. The emperor has already responded and is preparing the imperial decree."

After Li Ren left.

Concubine Yun Gui looked at Jiang Lao, "The seventeenth prince’s cat almost hurt you, but you were rescued by General Hu’s little daughter, so you were unharmed. This incident happened to be seen by the nine princes accidentally, so he will help you go. Teach the seventeenth prince?"

Jiang Lao was thinking about supervising the work, and nodded a little distractedly.

"Hu Tang and Rong Chen are good ones." Concubine Yun's brows furrowed. "What a little seventeen, he was bullied on my head. What is the ban? You should throw him to Yunling Mountain to suffer hardship."

Jiang Lao was worried about the fact that Li Ren mentioned that Rong Ming would go to Yunling Mountain to supervise work with Chen Bing. Hearing this, Concubine Yun's expression made his face even worse.

She sighed dullly, and gently pulled Concubine Yun's sleeve, "Auntie."

Concubine Yun Gui glanced at Jiang Lao sideways.

Looking at her beautiful and beautiful face, thinking that this face was almost caught by a cat, she irritably asked the palace man to hold the pomegranate back, and became angry at the lazy cat, hating that it is not the Jinling No. Other people's cats are domineering and hopeless.

Jiang Lao blinked a pair of Shui Xing eyes softly, and begged her softly, "Can my aunt be at the emperor's place and help the nine princes to say a few words, don't let him go to Yunling Mountain, okay?"

As she talked, her mood became a little depressed, "How can he run into the mountains even though his leg injury hasn't been changed?"

Concubine Yun Gui has always been responsive to her, but today this matter made her

It’s difficult, "The imperial decree has been written, and this matter will no longer change. If you really care about him, it is better to help him add more silver and build a plank road. The local people feel that they have moved their ancestors. Feng Shui, the protesters, 80% of the things failed in the end. He went there, and it might be embarrassed by the people. It would be no harm to let him bring more money."

After the palace banquet was over, Jiang Lao went back to Ning'an Bo's Mansion, with a small money bag in his hand, and quietly went to find Rong Chen.

She thought she was quiet, but Jiang Siye knew everything about her.

He wanted to stop her, but he heard something in the palace today, he hesitated for two steps, and finally stopped to stop people, called Jiang Ping, half compromisingly commanded: "You follow Behind the girl, don't let her wait too long before coming back."

...

After Rong Chen returned to the house, he shut himself into the study.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the wind was blowing under the eaves.

Huaiqing and Wu Que were on duty together, and the master was punished, but their faces were not depressed or sad.

Because both of them knew in their hearts that they were just being punished in the face.

The task of repairing plank roads is laborious and prone to frequent problems. Chen Bing from the Ministry of Engineering, Master Chen, could not find a powerful helper. Recently, he came to the door repeatedly and wanted to invite His Highness Nine to go to Yunling with him. His Highness Nine had already agreed.

This time I asked myself to supervise the work. It was not so much a punishment as to find a reason to go to Yunling, and to reduce the resistance that stopped him.

Huai Qing sighed for a while, and asked Wu Que, "Compared to yours, who is better at your Royal Highness?"

Wu Que's face was a little blue, but he had to admit it reluctantly, "Your Highness."

Although the 17th prince was young, he had been enlightened by a master martial artist since he was a child. Even if he was a little less talented, he had practiced for several years. It should not be underestimated, but Rong Mei did not even give him the opportunity to change hands.

Although Rong Yu in a wheelchair may not be able to beat him, it is still possible for Rong Yu to have his legs trapped in a wheelchair. If he can stand up, he may not be put in his eyes.

The gatekeeper came to announce at this moment, "Ms. Jiang Si is visiting."

At this moment, the study door was opened by the people inside, and Rong Chen walked out of it and handed a letter to Wu Que, "Send it to Master Chen."

Wu Que left, and Rong Zhen looked at Huaiqing again, "Go and find the ointment for removing bruises. After three quarters of an hour, I will deliver it."

Jiang Lao followed Xiao Si to the guest room.

Rong Ming lowered his eyes, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, the mist from the tea enveloped his slender eyelashes, his face was a little pale, and he looked depressed.

Also, after training, who can be happy?

Jiang Lao stepped into the house, distressed but changed his face and smashed the small money bag on the table, "You really caused the wound on the head of the 17th prince?"

Even if others believed that he was the one who hurt others, she was a little bit stubborn in her heart.

Rong Ming lowered his eyes, "His cat almost scratched you."

Is it really him?

"So you beat him like this?"

Rong Ming's long eyelashes were hanging down, and his clear eyes swayed, appearing gentle and harmless.

In my heart, ugly and gloomy emotions are fermenting like a swamp.

In her tone, do you sympathize with his seventeenth brother...

He curled up his fingers, his eyes blocked by his long eyelashes were a little cold for a while, he said: "It's not that I shot too hard, but the seventeenth brother wanted to trouble me and described himself as seriously injured."

This is the same as she guessed.

Rong Ming glanced at Jiang Lao quietly, trying to see from her look whether she believed or did not believe what she said to him, but the little girl in front of him took his hand, drew it in front of her, and broke his finger. Does your hand hurt?"

Her fingertips were warm, well-proportioned white, and soft as clouds. Compared with his scarred fingers, the contrast was obvious. For a moment, Rong Ming's throat was a little choked, and his finger bones tightened.

He shook his head, moving slowly and gently.

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief, but when he remembered something, his gentle expression turned, and suddenly he became a bit fierce again.

"You stay for a few days, so you can eat and sleep well. Why do you ask yourself to go to Yunling Mountain to supervise the work? Can you bear the suffering there?"

If it weren't for the fact that he had a dispute with the Seventeenth Prince today, and now that he lost strength and became sick again, she would want to poke his forehead to give him a lesson and make him a long memory.

Rong Chen lowered his head and was scolded obediently. He looked like a trained little daughter-in-law, without refuting a word.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Lao couldn't continue to curse.

It's done, and nothing can be changed anyway, he slammed the bulging money bag in front of him, "You count as Yunling Mountain for me, here, this is the share of all my three shops this year. I will give it to you, don't you Let yourself suffer, otherwise..."

She thought and thought, but she couldn't think of anything cruel, and she was angrily, "Otherwise I'll be angry with you."

Three quarters of an hour passed, Huai Qing knocked on the door and came in with a box of ointment in his hand, "His Royal Highness, your medicine."

Rong Ming frowned, "You go out first."

Huaiqing doesn't know why the master suddenly

After a change of hexagram, his steps stopped.

Jiang Lao saw the ointment he was holding in Huaiqing's hand and squinted his eyes, "Huaiqing, stay."

Huai Qing thought about whom to listen to.

He stayed.

Jiang Lao stepped forward, took over the small round box of medicine in Huaiqing's hand, and pressed her lips slightly.

Why didn't you get beaten? I've been using medicine, isn't this just an injury?

If it hadn't been for Huaiqing to deliver the medicine, she would have been concealed by him.

She turned her head and glanced at Rong Ming angrily. Rong Ming coughed, and her voice was hoarse, and she casually said, "It is not convenient for me to take medicine. It's just as good as it is."

Forbearance, forbearance, hurt him.

Jiang Lao gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will help you."

The water in the white porcelain tea cup shook suddenly, and the tea cup fell back onto the table.

The tea cup fell back. The finger of the person holding the tea cup did not immediately lift up. Instead, he pressed the cup of the tea cup with his fingers hard and hard. The veins were intertwined under the scar, and the finger bones were beautiful. But fierce, the complexion looks up, colder than the white porcelain surface.

The astonishment in his eyes flashed across for an instant, and soon sinked into his eyes, his eyes deep. There seems to be something like nothing, there is something that hasn't happened. I rubbed the fine porcelain of the tea cup with my fingertips, looked at her and asked, "You really want to help me?"

The rhetorical tone was hoarse and magnetic, and the scorching gaze made the person he stared at invisibly with a sense of fate that was about to be plundered.

Jiang Lao's fingers tightened while holding the small pill box, and he said "Yes".

Rong Ming watched her changing look back and forth, and said with a smile: "The injury can be on the back."