I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Before listening to her answer, Jiang Siye smiled faintly, "Let you pretend to be dumb, lest you be seen through, just pretend to be on it now? Well, go to the academy."

...

After entering the Bailu Academy, Jiang Lao took every step of the way with freshness.

It's not because I feel fresh after entering the academy. But because, her current identity is her father's righteous son.

Jiang Rao couldn't help but learn from Jiang Ping's walking gait, and within a short while, he had a seven-to-eight-point look, and his pace was swift and swift.

That's just the difference between the two and three points. Instead, Jiang Ping sighed, "Aunty... Master, your swinging posture is wrong, just walk as you usually do. Fourth Master said, you are sick and walking. It’s okay to have a shorter time step."

Jiang Lao drooped his head.

The posture of the arm swing is wrong...

She put her hands directly behind her, and walked forward with a round belly stuffed with cloth.

Jiang Jinxing was taken to see Yan Nanxun by Jiang Siye. Soon after, Yan Nanxun sent a small servant to lead Jiang Lao and Jiang Ping to tour the academy.

The scenery in the academy is different from the outside. There are no roses and begonias dotted on the wall, only the Xiaoxiao bamboo forest.

The greenery is luxuriant but monotonous, other than that, there are no other colors.

It is indeed a good place to study.

The corners of her lips curled slightly at the thought that she had sent Rong Chen here to study.

Curious about where Rong Yu was, Jiang Lao picked up a small wooden stick. He is now a man anyway, so don't worry too much about his manners. Jiang Lao squatted on the ground and scribbled a few words "Take me to His Royal Highness."

Jiang Pingxindao, if the Fourth Master knew that the girl you came to see His Royal Highness Nine, you might regret the makeup he put on the girl for a whole hour.

...

At this time, after class.

Liu Ge's grandson and Xie Shoufu's grandson still looked like Rong Ming.

The class just now was not the class of Yan Nanxun, but the economy taught by another old Confucian who had some trouble with Yan Nanxun.

It is impossible to kill Si Ye halfway the last time. Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan did not converge at all. When they came out of the school, they ran into Rong Ming's wheelchair extremely deliberately.

But first uttered "Ouch".

"Go to the middle of the road to block others from walking, don't you have long legs? You can't walk aside."

"Forget it, it's really incomplete. Both legs are useless. Tomorrow's riding and shooting lessons will be missed."

Rong Ming watched coldly, his face calm, no

Not surprised.

...

The three princes passed by just in time.

But he glanced at Rong Ming and Liu Xie, hesitated for a moment, but walked away.

Even if you have a heart to make friends with Rong Ming, Xie Shoufu and Liu Gelao, those two people are even more offensive.

When the two compartments were compared, he knew where the balance was tilted and whether he should help.

Liu Xie and the other two thought that the third prince would stay behind to help. Seeing him leaving in a hurry, for fear of being involved in it, they laughed sarcastically and walked away.

From afar, they can still hear their ironic laughter.

Rong Ming raised his eyes and glanced in the direction where they disappeared.

In front of him, many figures similar to Liu Xie and Liu Xie flashed past.

For someone like the three princes.

Each is dirty and ugly.

The fingers he held the wheelchair were stretched white and white, and the delicate and beautiful tails of the phoenix eyes silently climbed onto the thick disgust and irritability.

The heart is getting colder and harder.

Until the line of sight fell to the moon white jade hanging from his waist, he finally chose to remain silent.

...

During lunch, the other students had their own small circles, two or three or three in groups, except that they seemed to be separated deliberately, and everyone avoided him like a plague.

He sat alone at the table in the corner, and the food in front of him remained the same as the previous few days, with the clear soup lacking water and no meat.

Rong Ming knew what was going on.

On the day Xu Shanqing came to see the Seventeenth Prince, in order to let people know that he treated his grandsons equally, she took a look at him pretendingly.

From that day on, the atmosphere in the academy changed.

From diet to daily life, to Liu and Xie who often come to trouble him.

Everywhere is unsatisfactory.

Probably the old fox didn't want to let him stay in Bailu Academy anymore.

But this day is much better than when I was young.

What's more, she asked for his letter of recommendation from her father.

Even if the days were really bad as when he was a child, he would not let her down.

A familiar sound of footsteps came, and Rong Ming's expression moved slightly.

The young man raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He listened to the familiar footsteps, turned his head and looked back.

But he saw a little young master with a round body and an ordinary face, looking at him.

There was a touch of disappointment on his face.

Obviously the footsteps are the same.

The gloomy eyes gradually became unpleasant.

...

But the little boy stepped up a bit faster and walked towards him, his face was as ordinary as strange, but his eyes were as bright as stars, which made people unable to move their eyes.

Not only the sound of footsteps, but also his eyes.

Rong's displeasure almost rose to the extreme.

Similar to her...

He is also worthy.

He moved his finger bones, with an urge to pinch the thin neck of the ugly monster in front of him.

Seeing that Rong Lu really didn't recognize her, the little girl smiled with an ordinary and rough man's face.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he said in a very low voice: "It's me."

Rong Zhen was stunned.

Jiang Ping returned home after serving Jiang Lao, calling Jiang Lao, "Little son."

Rong Ming frowned deeply.

Jiang Lao motioned to Jiang Ping to put down the meal, and let Jiang Ping and Huai Qing go down for a meal.

There was the footsteps of other scholars behind her, she was afraid to speak.

Pulled Rong Ming's hand, spread his fingers, and wrote on the palm of his hand.

Jiang Siye was careful, except for her cheeks and neck, she also painted special yellow clay on the back of her wrists and hands. The skin color was almost the same as that of her face, as if she had been sallow in the sun for many hours.

But her fingertips and palms were white, and the cardamom on her fingernails was washed clean, revealing the original shiny pink.

Jiang Lao wrote word by word in Rong Chen's palm.

"My dad helped me dress up as a man."

"I am now his weak and sickly mute son"

"Called Jiang Youfu"

Rong Wei restrained the itch spread from palm to heart, and asked her, "Can't talk?"

Jiang Lao nodded.

"Alright," he said.

Rong Ming retracted his hand, his palm fell back under his sleeve, clenched tightly, as if to keep the temperature.

Seeing Jiang Lao's gaze softened, he was far from just now.

It seemed that he was not the one who criticized the ugly in my heart just now.

Jiang Lao glanced at his meal, then at Rong Ming's meal, a little confused.

Anyway, she is a "boy" at the moment, and it doesn't matter if the public pulls Rong Chao's hand. Jiang Lao took Rong Chao's hand up again, and slowly wrote a few words, "What do you do? Eat so little"

"Only these were given in the kitchen."

Rong Zhen said calmly.

He didn't take his hand back this time, and he spread it directly on the table. He turned out to be a person who didn't talk much, but today he suddenly started talking.

Uncharacteristically, several questions were raised in a row.

"How did you get into Bailu Academy?"

"Did your father bring it in?"

"Where did you find the fitting men's shirt?"

After speaking, I waited for Jiang Lao to write on his hand.

Hearing that there was someone behind him, Jiang Lao couldn't speak, so he could only hold his hand and write and paint tirelessly.

But after writing a few words in his palm, she quit.

If you continue to toss, the food will be cold.

...

While eating, Jiang Lao stared at Rong Ming's meal, feeling more and more wrong.

Although the meals of other scholars are not much better, they can at least fill up their stomachs. Unlike the one given to him, obviously not enough to eat.

She couldn't guess what happened for a while, and was afraid that holding Rong Ming's handwriting and drawing and painting would delay his eating.

He frowned, first put all the meat in her bowl into Rong Chen's bowl, and wanted to ask later.

Halfway, the tip of the chopsticks met another pair of chopsticks that were holding meat into her bowl.

When they raised their eyes, they faced each other, and the two people who were doing the same thing were the same dumbfounded.

Jiang Lao's movements were stagnant, looking at the opposite Rong Ming.

Unlike her bowl with several pieces of meat, in the bowl in front of him, the soup is clear and visible.

Only the piece he wanted to give her was meat.

The young boy has a picturesque appearance, flat shoulders, and a stature like a bamboo, beautiful and rusty.

Jiang Lao trembled inexplicably.