I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Her voice was very soft, only the two of them were listening.

Rong Ming caught her and got into the carriage. As soon as the curtain was released, she bit her lip and leaned on her shoulder lazily, saying, "Whether the road ahead is good or bad, I don't have a very definite number in my heart."

The smile in his eyes was wiped away, and his tone suddenly became cold and domineering, "Even if there is no certainty, you have to accompany me."

Even if she died, he wouldn't let her leave for half a step.

He sighed, "I was thinking this way, since you are willing, this is the best way."

...

More than half of the imperial physicians in the Taiyuan Hospital are in the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, serving in front of the dragon couch.

When Rong Ming came, in the crowd, a courtyard named Zhang did not look up, but quietly adjusted his right sleeve with his left hand.

When Rong Ming took the medicine bowl from the servant's hand, he glanced at Zhang Yuanzheng.

When Zhang Yuan was finishing the sleeve corners, three fingers were on the top and **** were pressed against the fabric of the sleeves.

Three months.

Rong Ming slowly retracted his gaze.

On the couch, Emperor Zhaowu looked sick and tired.

He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and he quickly lost weight within half a year, and he became a dead leaf in the late autumn of November, with only bones left.

Rong Lu tasted the medicine and handed it to the servant **** who was aside.

The two palace men helped Emperor Zhaowu on the couch to feed the medicine. Emperor Zhaowu opened his eyes, coughing continuously, and Rong Ming stayed gentle and said: "Father, the minister has tasted this medicine."

Emperor Zhaowu was seriously ill, and moved repeatedly inside and outside the palace. A few days ago, the prince came to visit the disease, and the medicine was mixed with medicinal materials that were not good for the patient. After the investigation was cleared, he was deposed. Emperor Zhaowu was cold and he was more suspicious of his sons. After all inspections.

He drank the medicine and wanted to talk to Rong Chen, but there was nothing to say.

Through Rong Ming's face, he could not remember his appearance when he was a child. At most, he could only vaguely think of his mother and concubine through his face.

Counting the two years when Rong Zhen had just returned to the palace from Yecheng, he and his nine sons were only a matter of fate. Had it not been for the things that were entrusted to him later, he would have done what he wanted, he would have given him a fief far away from the capital, and hastily dismissed it.

The accident during the birth of Concubine Rong Ming was the cause of the queen, and he gave Rong Ming to the queen to raise him. He learned this from Li Ren and faced it with no face.

After Emperor Zhaowu got sick, his temper became impermanent and gloomy. Thinking of embarrassment, he flicked away the arm of the **** who was feeding him medicine. He was seriously ill, and his strength was soft and not heavy. It was just sudden, and he was called a little eunuch. Shocked with fright, the medicine bowl rolled on the ground.

A few drops of bitter concoction splashed on the back of Rong Ming's boots.

He stood there, not hiding, bending over to pick up the bowl on the ground, and handing it to the trembling servant eunuch, with a calm tone, "I don't know why the father summoned the children?"

After Emperor Zhaowu got angry, only tiredness remained in his body, so tired that his whole body had no vitality. "I can't go to the early dynasty in this body. In the future, you will move the office to the Hall of Nourishment, help me look at the official documents and take care of it. Official business."

"The sons and ministers will share the worries for the father and the emperor."

"In exchange." Emperor Zhaowu's spirit improved a little, he coughed, "I don't want to tell Yun'er about my current situation."

Rong Ming answered "I know the son," and before leaving, he silently curled his lips and sneered thinking of what Emperor Zhaowu had asked him to say.

Back then, the queen caused his biological mother to have a dystocia and died. After the father knew it, there was no guilt, and he didn't want to admit that he had made a mistake, so that Li Ren could hide it from him.

It's a pity that the father didn't know that this was what he ordered Li Ren to pass on, and he knew it perfectly at a young age. He is now very sick, how can he hide it.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The life of people who didn't care about his life and death, who didn't even ask questions, had already been held in his hands.

Not long after leaving the palace, Liao Qiubai met with Rong Ming in private.

"I asked someone from the hospital. The emperor is sick, and Yao Shi is not a doctor. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter."

Rong Ming bowed his head and drank his tea, "Three months."

Liao Qiu shook his hand for nothing, and said in astonishment: "...so fast?"

There was no expression on Rong's face, and the porcelain cup was stained with white mist, and he looked extremely quiet.

"In the past few months, I'm afraid it hasn't been so peaceful." Liao Qiubai twisted his brows, his voice lowered, and stared at Rong Ming, wanting to see his plan.

Rong Ming only nodded slightly, his face calm.

He is always indifferent and elusive.

Liao Qiubai gave up inquiring and looked at Rong Chen's saber standing by his chair. He had a good memory and said casually, "I haven't seen you hang any accessories on the sword before. This lovesick button is pretty."

Lovesick...

Rong Ming glanced around, then turned the sword around, causing the spike to turn to the back.

"It's really good-looking," he said.

"My wife gave it to me."

His eyes were more glamorous, and the tone was blatantly showing off, like a child telling others about his beloved stuff, while showing off, while holding it tightly, for fear of being snatched away by others.

Liao Qiubai played for Rong Chen, watching him calmly, and playing with his prominent mother brothers and brothers in the palm of his hand, fearing the mixed tastes in his heart, even if he was resourceful, he did not dare to overdo it. Conjecture Rong Ming's mind.

He left soon.

Rong Ming took the long sword in his hand. He looked at the spikes of the sword on the hilt. Thousands of thin red threads were strung into walnut-sized knots. He took it off and put it in his palm and glanced at it.

If a needlework is not well done, it is clever to knit things.

He played with this lovesick knot all the way, remembering that when Jiang Lao saw him a few months ago, he hurriedly hid things in panic, his eyes moved suddenly, holding the lovesick knot and laughed.

He understood where her dexterity came from.

In a few months, I’m afraid I made a dozen of them, and picked the best looking one to give him. With her careful thought, he could guess it after a little thought.

It's a pity that she couldn't guess his thoughts, as long as it was given by her, it was all good.

...

The sky was gloomy, there were few lone stars on the night, and the glazed lamps under the corridor were swayed by the night wind.

Jiang Lao lay down by the window, wearing a warm cloak, looking at the road outside through the window.

She thought about the words Rong Mingli said before leaving the house in the daytime, but the little smile on her often smiling little face disappeared, and she seemed to be distracted.

Not running away from him was originally what she was willing to do. When he said it, it seemed as if he was forcing her to persecute her.

However, he didn't hide his thoughts from her after all.

Jiang Lao narrowed his eyes, as if raindrops fell on his cheeks, a chill.

She raised her eyes, and Rong Zhen was taking back the fingers that touched her cheek.

He walked silently until she touched Jiang Lao's cheek before she realized that he was back.

Rong Ming played the lovesick button all the way, in a good mood, with a smile on his face. He smiled in front of others, but his smile was always the same, gentle and unfamiliar. Looking at Jiang Lao, the smile was sincere, and he wanted to smile in his heart. He was born very well. No matter how he smiles, he looks good. Jiang Lao will feel lucky when he sees him smiling.

In her dream, she had never seen him smile, and she felt a coldness from the inside out.

Rong Ming stretched his arm around Jiang Lao's waist, lifted her up, and let her sit on his lap.

There was the lovesick buckle hanging on his middle finger. He mentioned that in front of Jiang Lao's eyes, the red string was tied to his slender and strong fingers, and the tassel fell into the palm of his hand. He said, "Will you make another one for me every year?"

Jiang Lao's emotions were a little bit immersed in the thoughts of the talents. Seeing that he didn't mention it at all, she didn't mention it for the time being.

But his request caused her to sullen her mouth, and whispered two words in a low voice, "greedy."

With annoyance in her tone, Rong Lu smiled.

His smile was beautiful, his chin was two inches up against Jiang Lao's chest, and his smile trembled, as if it could penetrate her bones and reach her heart, making her heart tremble.

"I have always been greedy for Nian Nian."

Jiang Lao was afraid that he could not do well, so he gave him one, and the one he gave again was better than the first one.

She bowed her head, "That will give me some more time."

"Ten days?"

Jiang Lao's voice became quieter, "One month."

"Three months."

Jiang Lao was impressed by his sudden generosity, and the arm that Rong Ming placed on her waist tightened a little, "I want to go to Jiangzhou, can I miss him every year?"

Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment, he would be wrong, "I miss him, and I miss you even more."

She thought he was eating it because of her brother.

Although there was a smile in Rong Ming's eyes, he sighed, "The maple forest in September in Jiangzhou is as red as a sea of ​​fire, do you want to see it every year?"

Jiang Lao realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at her, "Do you want me to go to Jiangzhou?"

Looking at the Maple Forest in September... once and again, plus the time to stay there, not three months are enough.

Rong Ming smiled, with sharp sharp teeth, looking a little childish, and said: "I want to give me something every year, and I will naturally stay better every year."

He whispered, "Let your father-in-law and mother-in-law accompany you to Jiangzhou, and come back after seeing the maple leaf, and then send me Acacia."

Jiang Lao froze, after a long while, he whispered softly: "You entered the palace today, what happened to the father's side?"

Rong Lu likes Jiang Lao and likes everything about her. The only thing she doesn't like is that she is really hard to deceive sometimes.