I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao stopped.

Hu Tang followed her and stopped. She reacted more slowly than Jiang Lao. Following Jiang Lao's line of sight, she could see clearly under the original steps, and Rong Yu was waiting.

Hutang subconsciously motioned to Jiang Lao to look there, "Isn't that His Royal Highness the Nine?"

"I'll go over." Jiang Lao's voice fell at the same time as her.

Waiting for Hu Tang to finish her sentence, she has already walked down the steps several steps along the stepping stone.

The embroidered tape on the cloak gradually floated, and only a few steps changed from walking to trotting.

Hu Tang couldn't change her voice calling her slower, and Jiang Lao's figure passed a few more steps, so that Hu Tang's words could only be swallowed back in his stomach.

With each step of the stepping stone, the hem of Jiang Lao's cloak with peacock blue and gold lines seemed to be dragged to the ground, and then lifted up with her footsteps, so that it could not touch the dust on the ground.

At the last step, there was even a tendency to jump into the arms of the person in front of her. Fortunately, she closed her foot, and a slight gasp was mixed in her voice, "Why are you... why are you here?"

Just looking at the scene of her running towards him, Rong Ming's eyes softened a little bit, and his narrow eyes gradually bend because of an uncontrollable smile.

He tied his hair with a silver crown, and he wore an indigo background embroidered with green bamboo patterns. He looked extremely clear and quietly dropped his outstretched hand back to the arm rest of the wheelchair. The staff came here."

"Where are the staff who invited you to go with you?"

Jiang Lao looked behind Rong Lu, except for Huai Qing, but no one else was seen.

Rong Chen didn't answer the conversation right away, but glanced behind Jiang Lao.

Hu Tang was following Jiang Lao and down the stone steps.

Rong Ming's glance made her stop, and his fists closed subconsciously.

Often when there is danger, she will subconsciously make a fist.

Because of Rong Ming's eyes, Hutang felt his hostility towards her.

Inexplicable hostility.

It was so inexplicable that she blinked again and made her feel that she was wrong.

Just now, it seemed that he had changed someone who looked at her fiercely, and his gaze had moved back to Jiang Lao.

He looked at her wholeheartedly, as if he had never moved away.

His eyes were a little sad, and his voice was unhappy, "Those colleagues...maybe, they left first."

"Are you looking for them?" Jiang Lao asked.

"Um."

Jiang Lao was slow to hear what he said, and suddenly he had a guess in his heart.

"This temple is not small, can't you just come back and can't find the way?"

Allow

Do not open his eyes a little, his movements were extremely light, and some nodded as if he didn't want to admit it.

Jiang Lao asked Huaiqing, "Have you never been here?"

"I visited once many years ago and it was renovated here." Huaiqing saw that Rong Ming was again pretending that the work of lie for the master was really not easy to do. Huaiqing would inevitably stumble when speaking. "Master Huici doesn't know where to give a lecture, pilgrim. Most of the monks in the temple went there. For a while, there was no one to ask for directions, so I ran into the girl first."

Huai Qing's words made Jiang Lao's guess in his heart come true.

Sure enough, I was lost.

She dropped her gaze to Rong Chen's hand holding the arm rest of the wheelchair.

This hand wiped away the tears from her face and held her injured ankle.

She is the only person who knows how thick the cocoon in his palm is and how deep the scar is.

This is a pair of hands that have suffered, so many that she can't bear to let him control the wheelchair.

Jiang Lao pushed behind him in his wheelchair.

"I've been here a few times, it's better to ask me to take you around."

Rong Mingzheng nodded slightly.

Hu Tang was reluctant.

She tightened her brows and yelled "Nian Nian" aggrievedly.

"I want you to accompany me to the bookstore to buy military books. I'm the only one. The owner of the bookstore took bribes from my mother and won't sell me."

She just slowed down for a while, and couldn't talk to her before Rong Chen appeared.

Jiang Lao was embarrassed for a while.

Rong Ming turned his head and looked at the embarrassed look on Jiang Lao's face. He whispered, "It's good for you to walk with Girl Hu."

He moved the wheelchair to get the wheelchair out of Jiang Lao's hand, and turned to the west greatly, "I'll go to the Wanfo Hall for a look first."

Wanfo Hall is in the east.

Jiang Lao looked at him in the wrong direction and couldn't help coughing towards his back.

He didn't walk fast, she caught up in two steps at a normal pace, walked around in front of him to stop him, the clear water Xingyan blinked, "You can wait for me for a while."

Jiang Lao turned his head and pulled Hu Tang aside.

Hu Tang muttered with dissatisfaction, "He is also a prince anyway, how can he not find someone to ask?"

Jiang Lao whispered to her, "Don't look at him pretending to be okay. He has a poor face and refuses to admit that he has lost his way. I guess he is angry and refuses to ask for directions. I will accompany him to stroll around this temple, just like looking back. You want to be with me."

Jiang Lao spoke out what was in his heart.

When she was thinking about this call, she bluffed herself first.

After speaking out, Hu Tang was bluffed again.

Hu Tang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, the dissatisfaction on his face gradually disappeared.

It's just that she curled her lips, and soon felt troubled again, "A man's face is really thin."

"Let's save him two points of face, don't say too much." Jiang Lao took La Hutang's hand.

A girl like Jiang Lao, who has a soft temper and a good-looking glutinous appearance, is too difficult for people to refuse. Hu Tang is completely unable to resist, and her attitude gradually softens. He said twice, "It's nothing," and added it. In one sentence, "give you face."

Hu Tang's world will always go straight back and forth, "It's okay if you go and accompany His Royal Highness Nine. You treat him well, and he should treat you well in the future."

Jiang Lao didn't think so much. She couldn't see him staying there alone. Now the marriage is fixed, and it seems even more unreasonable to leave him there alone.

Hutang Wuxin said to Jiang Lao at this time, "He didn't come here today by guarding you, right?"

Jiang Lao didn't even think about it, so he shook his head, "I didn't preach that I would come here for incense, and he didn't know that I was here."

She explained for Rong Ming the reason why he was here, "His Royal Highness Nine came with his colleagues, and lost his way with his colleagues."

"Really?" Hu Tang glanced around, but didn't see anyone. "Then his colleagues are really hateful, and they don't come to find him if they are lost."

"Perhaps he didn't want to cause trouble for them." Jiang Lao beckoned to call Yuer over, "You go to the bookshop with Miss Hu, and ask her to buy any military books you want, and I will give it to you."

As Hu Tang listened, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It's not that I was happy because I saved the money to buy books.

I just feel that if this book is given to her by someone she feels good about, it is much rarer than the one she bought.

Yuer accompanied Hu Tang to leave, and Jiang Lao returned to Rong Lu.

After the knots caused by nightmares were untied, she often laughed recently, and the candy in the small pear vortex on her cheek seemed to be full all the time.

People only see her smile, and they feel satisfied, and there are no worries.

Rong Ming looked at her smiling and walking towards him, and his heart was soft for a while.

"Girl Hu is gone?" He asked softly.

"She's gone." Jiang Lao thought about what Cai Hutang had just mentioned, with a shallow smile on his face, and asked very seriously, "Those of your colleagues, have you left behind?"

"I'm not in the way, but you should have been with Girl Hu to the bookstore, and I was delayed..." Rong Ming was worried, his eyes fixed on Jiang Lao.

"I called Yuer to follow her. If the owner of the bookshop doesn't sell military books to her, Yuer will help her buy it. I will walk around here with you, and it won't get in the way."

She asked Rong Ming, "Why are you suddenly in the mood to come to Sanqing Temple?"

Most people who come to the temple to donate incense are asking for it.

But she didn't know what his request would be.

It's clear that everything depends on oneself.

"Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites have set our wedding date on the seventh day of August. I beg that the day will be fine."

He paused, and the sudden words made Jiang Lao startled.

"Pray that the cloud on that day is the cloud you like, and the wind is the wind you like."

He smiled when he said this.

When he laughed lightly, the deep laughter made Jiang Lao's heart tremble.

A few days ago, she also heard the news from someone sent from the palace.

But when the news came out from someone else's mouth, it was completely different from what Rong Chen told her personally.

Some subtle perceptions have been magnified a hundred times.

Jiang Lao raised her eyes, and suddenly touched his gaze, looking at his face that smiled better than anyone else, but she didn't know what to say, she hurriedly avoided her gaze, and said with some stumbling. , "But, wait for more than two hundred hours."

"Two hundred and nine days."

Jiang Lao looked away, flustered and didn't know what to answer.

Maybe his eyes were too deep, the look he stared at her...invisibly made her feel like he was staring at him that night.

A sense of oppression with nowhere to escape.

She bit her lip, walked around behind him, and pushed his wheelchair. She couldn't see his expression, and the rhythm of the snare drum in her heart finally stabilized.

Rong Chen couldn't see her, so he looked at her shadow on the ground, with his head down, he looked a little behaved from his back.

Jiang Lao pushed him all the way to the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, he was a little curious as he walked, "Have you never been here before?"

Even the prince in the palace, before hunting in autumn, when offering sacrifices, it is possible to come here to pray for himself and his family. This kind of experience, let alone the prince, there is no rich or poor before the Buddha, the children of every family in Jinling , Have this kind of opportunity.

Rong Ming just shook his head.

Jiang Lao was stabbed in his heart.

She knew a little bit about his childhood. She was frail and sickly, and she was said to be surly. She was often locked up, and she should have missed many banquets.

But she never thought that he would even go to the temple to pray for herself.

When the Wanfo Hall arrived, she pretended to help him out, so as not to be seen that his leg injury was healed, she helped him onto the futon and watched his tall and short figure go down and worship the gods.

Thinking of what he asked for,

Jiang Lao's ears were slightly red after the roots, so he waited outside the hall while Rong Ming was bowing inside.

Rong Ming's long hair was tied down to his shoulders, and his side face was exquisite as jade. He knocked down and raised his head. In his hazel pupils, his eyes looked more pious than anyone in the hall.

When he was desperate when he was a child, he also prayed to the gods, but did not respond again and again, and his expectations were so exhausted.

From then on, he would never look down on these so-called so-called gods, and would believe in them, but they were just some stupid mortals who were weak enough to pin their fate in the hands of mud embryos.

Now I have something I want too much in my heart.

He only knew that he was just a mortal.

Stupid mortal.

Insatiable mortals.

...

After the incense burned out, Jiang Lao happened to come back from outside the temple. She had more beads in her hand. After returning, she took a cat glance. When all the people in the temple were gone, she passed the beads through Rong Zhao's left hand and pushed To his wrist.

Jiang Lao helped him wear it, and his movements were a little slow when the rope buckle was tied. "When I was a child, I went to temples. My elders would often buy me such gadgets, wear them for a few days, and then take them off when they are tired."

She is small, and she is here to fill the elders randomly, "You wear this, and then take it off when you get tired."

But the role of this elder made her feel uncomfortable.

"It would be fine if my dad hadn't traveled out of Beijing back then."

If she didn't travel around Beijing, maybe she could see him earlier.

Even without those dreams, she would always reach out to help.

Anyhow, it can make him feel better when he is young.

Rong Ming lowered his head and glanced at the new thing that appeared on his wrist for the first time.

The red sandalwood beads are dark in color, strung with red thread, and worn on his wrist, which can block some old scars.

He didn't care about the scars very much. He looked at this string of small prayer beads that were of ordinary meaning to other children, his eyes were strange and blank, but he was concerned.

"If you are tired of this, there will be nothing new." His head drooped lower, his face between a teenager and a young man was green and clean.

Jiang Lao shook his head, "There will be new ones."

She didn't think that he was her golden thigh at this moment, and she didn't even think of him as the nine masters in her dream. He is Rong Ming, so she wants to give him these things that he hasn't been able to own, as long as she has them, as long as she is there.

Rong Mao was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Just now... Girl Hu seems to be a little dissatisfied with me."

The voice is dumb.

He knew that he was wrong, but the more he felt unable to let go, the more he wanted to call her unique.

Just look at him alone.

Don't look at others.

If this mind is exposed, tell her to see exactly what he asked for in front of the Buddha, what will happen in the end...

He started to have a headache when he thought of this.

Rong Chen's eyelids were lowered, and his expression was humble and gentle. Against the background of the several stone Buddhas behind him, he was like a piece of gentle jade.

Those stone Buddhas often laughed, as if certain that no one would play their minds in front of the Buddha statues.

"I know it's my fault. You shouldn't be with me, but with her."

"Even if you don't come with me, I won't ask for anything, after all, I am causing you trouble..."

"No." Hearing him feeling guilty again, Jiang Lao frowned, and stopped him in a decisive tone, "You are not my trouble."

"You only have five or six days off in a month. I can stay with Hu Tang outside of your off days. She won't care about me just because you miss this afternoon."

She thought about it carefully, tilted her head, and felt that Rong Chao’s problem that was easy to think too much should be cured. She said to him particularly seriously: "Even if you are worried that she will be angry with me, I will accompany her more in the future. I'll make it up too."

Rong Ming: "..."

"You don't have to worry about it." Jiang Lao made another cut.