After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Meng Qianshan didn't dare to refuse, so he had to take Sun Yuan and push the wheelchair forward tremblingly.

With tears in his heart, he shouted, Mrs. Xu, run away.

However, the two wives obviously did not receive the signal he sent with their spiritual sense. When they heard the sound of the wheelchair, they raised their heads one after another.

Huo Wujiu in the wheelchair glanced at the two of them coldly.

He had a bit of an impression of the one in the red dress, she looked like a bitch, with rough hands and feet, when they met for the first time, they reached out to touch his face.

another one……

His eyes were a little cold.

When we met last time, the one who made peace from it?He twisted the paw of the man in the red dress, and it was this man who methodically persuaded and sent someone to the government doctor.

... Prince Jing liked this in the first place?

Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze coldly, there was somewhat disdain in his eyes.

In their barracks, the most annoying thing is this kind of scholar who loves and cares about. Just listening to people like him can't help but make people feel dizzy.But thinking about it, Prince Jing's character is not good, and his vision is also very bad. It is normal for people who can fall in love with not good things.

Huo Wujiu shot coldly in his heart, but he didn't realize that he had included himself who was "secretly admired by Prince Jing for many years" into the range of attack.

With just one glance, he withdrew his gaze, his expression was cold, and he had no intention of saying hello.

It was Gu Changyun who spoke first with a smile.

"The last time I saw our Mrs. Huo, was it quite a while ago?" He looked Huo Wujiu up and down with a pair of fox eyes as soft as silk. "The feng shui of Prince Jing's mansion is to support people. Look at Mrs. Huo, she looks much better."

Xu Du glanced at him lightly.

He knew that before Gu Changyun's family fell, there were several aunts in his father's house.Gu Changyun has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he is well versed in the way of fighting in the back house. When he came to Prince Jing's mansion, he especially liked to perform this sour scene in front of outsiders.

He doesn't talk to him normally, even if Huo Wujiu thought about it, he wouldn't talk to him.

Sure enough, Huo Wujiu didn't say a word, but Meng Qianshan from behind smiled and bowed and said: "It's natural! After Madam Huo came to the mansion, everything is fine, and Madam Gu is worried about it!"

As he said that, he secretly poked Sun Yuan with his elbow, and continued with a smile: "I don't know if the two ladies are playing chess here, the slave is stupid and disturbs the ladies' pleasure...Sun Yuan, why don't you bid farewell to the two ladies? "

Sun Yuan heard the words and hurriedly saluted the two obediently.

However, before he could say his goodbyes, Gu Changyun interrupted him with a smile.

"What's the rush?" he said. "Leave as soon as you come, Meng Qianshan, Mrs. Ben is a man-eating tiger?"

Xu Du glanced at him.

He has persuaded Gu Changyun many times not to mess around, but he also knows that Gu Changyun has experienced ups and downs in his early years, and he has developed this temperament of playing in the world and wanting to tease everyone without fear of death, which cannot be easily changed.

Seeing that Meng Qianshan was laughing at being asked, Xu Du smoothed things over and said, "If you have nothing important to do, don't be in a hurry to leave. Can Madam Huo know how to play chess? Just now I was at a stalemate with Chang Yun. If so, Madam Huo might as well come and see her." Let's see, how can we break this situation?"

Huo Wujiu glanced at him lightly.

He hates playing chess the most.

His father is a stinky chess player, but the military division under him is a national Go player.Yangguan was remote, and his father didn't want to let go of any resources for educating him, so he forced him to learn chess from that smiling tiger soldier.

He was impatient to play this boring black and white chess piece, so he always made troubles, and was so angry that his father confiscated his favorite Dawan horse as a threat, forcing him to learn it by force.

Just because I met it doesn't mean I like it.

Huo Wujiu glanced coldly at Xu Du in front of him.

Grinding and clay sticks, annoying black and white chessboards, annoying things, all put together.

Sun Yuan who was behind heard Xu Du's words, looked left and right, didn't know who to listen to, saw Huo Wujiu raised his hand, signaling him to wait where he was.

Sun Yuan quickly followed suit, and saw Huo Wujiu holding the wooden wheel of the wheelchair, and walked to the side of the chessboard.

Xu Du looked at him.

Seeing Huo Wujiu sitting next to the chessboard, looking down at the chessboard, without thinking about it, he stretched out his hand, picked up a sunspot, and landed it on the chessboard.

Xu Du was taken aback.

But Huo Wujiu didn't give him a chance to speak to himself.After dropping that, he put his hand back on the wooden wheel, and with a push of his hand, the wheelchair turned in a different direction and traveled straight away.

"Go." He said.

Sun Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to push him, Meng Qianshan hastily saluted and said goodbye to the two, and followed him.

Gu Changyun watched them all the way until he saw them go far away, then he said to Xu Du with surprise on his face: "Look, you are worthy of being a general, even if you are locked in the back house, you are still so wild and wild, with no one in your eyes." of."

But Xu Du was silent and didn't say a word.

Gu Changyun didn't wait for Xu Du to speak up, turned to look at him, and saw Xu Du staring at the chess game on the board, expressionless, without saying a word.

Gu Changyun teased him with a smile, and followed his gaze to look at the chessboard: "What's so good about this chessboard? It's just..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

On the chessboard, Xu Du's white piece had almost pushed his black piece into a desperate situation, but after Huo Wujiu's move was settled, the black piece bit Bai's throat like a counterattack trapped beast .

On the chessboard, as soon as the situation changed, Heizi recovered from the decline, with a turbulent momentum.

Gu Changyun was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Is he really good at chess?" he asked.

Xu Du shook his head.

Just now, when Huo Wujiu dropped the ball and retracted his hand, he raised his eyes to look at him.

The deep and cold black eyes, like the jet-black chess piece, are turbulent and fierce, so cold that it makes people fall straight into the cold pool.

For a moment, Xu Du felt his back go cold, it seemed that it was not just the white pieces on the chessboard that Huo Wujiu wanted to kill.

After a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

Gu Changyun asked, "What do you think?"

Xu Du was silent for a moment.

"Nothing," he said. "I just don't know... when did I provoke that General Huo."

-

After noon, it started to rain lightly.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes were black and blue, and he rushed to the Ministry of Rites after finishing his morning court.

Even though Ji You has taken good care of him, he can't let him do nothing completely.Seeing that his complexion was extremely bad that day, Ji You looked at the early sky outside, and asked him to go outside the city to welcome a batch of materials needed for the venue.

Ji You smiled and said to him, after counting according to the account books, there is no need to go back to the Ministry of Rites for a reply, and just let people drive the car to transport the materials to the Ministry of Rites.

Jiang Suizhou knew that he was releasing water on purpose so that he could return home early after his work was done.

He was very grateful in his heart, not only thanked Ji You for being a gentle and good person, but also thanked himself for talking too much that day, and chatting with Ji You a few more words.

Unexpectedly, after he came out of the Ministry of Rites, the rain became heavier and heavier.

As soon as he left the north city gate, someone came to report that the carriage transporting materials got stuck in the mud ten miles outside the city and could not get out.

This time, it was quite a toss.

The rain outside the city was heavier than that in the city, and besides, there was a dirt road outside Lin'an City. After the master came here, the little money in his hand was devoted to building the imperial city for himself, and he never thought about building roads at all.

Therefore, the materials that could have been received in the afternoon had to be transported to the gate of the city until it was dark.

Jiang Suizhou followed the wet and cold wind blowing outside the city all day, and when the convoy arrived, he had to direct his subordinates to count the numbers and clean up the mud.

When he returned to the palace, it was already the second watch.

When he was outside the city, he had to deal with it and ate something for dinner.After returning to the mansion, he felt so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, he cleaned up a bit and fell asleep.

Meng Qianshan carefully waited for Jiang Suizhou to lie down on the bed, then looked up to the side.

On the couch under the window, Mrs. Huo was sitting in a wheelchair, with her head bowed and quietly flipping through the book in her hand.

Meng Qianshan roughly remembered that Mrs. Lihuo would not sleep so late on weekdays, but...maybe it was not waiting for the prince, but because the book in his hand was particularly interesting?

Meng Qianshan didn't dare to ask, and retreated quietly.

The door was closed.

The book in Huo Wujiu's hand flipped another page.

In the book, the poor talented scholar climbed over the courtyard wall of the prime minister's house and had a private meeting with the beautiful daughter-in-law Yuexia.The prostitute shyly handed him a silk handkerchief embroidered by herself, but the scholar grabbed her soft hand...

Huo Wujiu's eyes fell on the book, but his gaze was empty.

He flipped through half of the book, but he didn't even notice what kind of book he was holding in his hand.

After a while, he raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the bed.

Jiang Suizhou lay there, as if he had fallen asleep.

Huo Wujiu's fingers slowly rolled up the pages of the book.

Ever since he finished his dinner alone at nightfall, he has been inexplicably annoyed, so annoyed that he couldn't read a word.

Huo Wujiu only thought that the restlessness came from his legs.

The injury on his leg gradually healed, but he still didn't feel anything.It wasn't until a few days ago, when the sky started to get gloomy, that he felt some sensation in his legs.

But it came from the faint tingling pain at the broken meridian on his leg.

This kind of pain is different from the sharp pain of cutting, it is not too serious, but it is like a blunt knife scraping a bone.But because the pain was not strong, after a few days, Huo Wujiu was not affected by it.

Until today, it has been raining.

The moisture was steaming, and his wound seemed to be feeling something, pulling a meridian, all the way to his lumbar spine, a bone-piercing pain.The pain came densely and violently, and lasted for a long time, as if someone stuck his hand into the flesh and pulled his muscles and bones.

Huo Wujiu just stood quietly.

However, it was a little strange.He sat quietly in the same place holding the book in a daze, but whenever there were footsteps coming in and out, he would subconsciously focus on listening to the sound of the footsteps.

He didn't realize what he was waiting for, but every time he listened to it, he felt a little more irritable.

Occasionally, I could hear Meng Qianshan sending other servants out to ask Jiang Suizhou when he would come back. The servants ran several times, but when they came back, they only said that the prince was busy.

Huo Wujiu frowned imperceptibly.

It wasn't until the sound of the rain outside the window that it gradually died down, and it hit the second watch, that Huo Wujiu heard the footsteps.

A little fuzzy, not fast, as soon as it fell into Huo Wujiu's ears, he knew that it was Jiang Suizhou who had returned.

He lowered his eyes and turned a page of the book.

Didn't spend the night at his concubine's room today?

Huo Wujiu let out an inaudible cold sneer from the corner of his lips, the irritability accumulated in his heart all night, unexpectedly gradually dissipated with this sneer.

Even the corner of his mouth was pulled into an arc.

However, Jiang Suizhou didn't communicate with him today, he tidied up on his own, then fell down on the bed and fell asleep.

Until this time, when there was no one around, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on him quietly.

Sick seedlings.Just yesterday, after spending the whole night with that helpless man and the mud stick, he became weak like that.It's all like this, and you still have to learn from others to fill the backyard?

Really desperate.

Such a sick child should be more peaceful, protected under the wings, raised in the greenhouse from the sun and rain, not to teach him to suffer, and never let him have those extravagant thoughts and make troubles bees and butterflies.

Thinking of this, Huo Wujiu's heart beat a little faster, as if stirred by some thought, his heart itched a little.

He paused for a moment, looked away lightly, as if trying to suppress something, and picked up the book in his hand again.

[Zhang Sheng held the catkin in his hands, and felt soft as if there were no bones, which made his mind tremble.Then I saw red clouds flying above the young lady's cheeks, her eyes were timid, and she said that...]

... The books that Meng Qianshan found are all messed up!

Huo Wujiu's face turned dark, and he threw the book aside.

There was a light slap, which actually shocked the shoulders of the person on the bed.

Huo Wujiu heard the slight noise, turned his head to look, and saw the person on the bed tightly wrapped in the quilt, seemed to be startled, but didn't seem to wake up, turned over and was still asleep.

... It's a little strange, Jiang Suizhou used to sleep, but he never saw him wrap the quilt so tightly.

Huo Wujiu frowned, then he heard the breathing from the bed was a bit heavy, it seemed to be a little harder than usual.

Is it sick?

He didn't really care about it, and he didn't want to make trouble, so he thought it would be better to call Meng Qianshan in.

However, his hands didn't seem to follow the instructions very much. He was supposed to roll the wheelchair to the door, but somehow he went straight to Jiang Suizhou's bedside.

The person on the bed was tightly wrapped, only the black and soft hair was exposed, spreading on the pillow.

Huo Wujiu stretched out his hand hesitantly, and held Jiang Suizhou's shoulder through the quilt.

This person was thin, with thin shoulders, even through the thick quilt, Huo Wujiu easily held him with one hand.

Huo Wujiu turned him around without much effort.

... His face was abnormally pale, he was trembling, and his breathing was trembling.

His eyes were tightly closed, his lips were bloodless, his eyelashes were trembling, and he was struggling to breathe.

Suddenly bumped into his extremely fragile appearance, Huo Wujiu was taken aback for a moment, then as if he was afraid that he would hurt him, he hastily let go of his shoulder like an electric shock.

Then, he raised his hand clumsily and placed it on Jiang Suizhou's forehead.

...It seems to be like this to test whether people have a fever?

The temperature under his hand is not hot, but it is very cold, it should be frozen, and it has not yet become hot.

Huo Wujiu withdrew his hand and went to call Meng Qianshan over.

But at this moment, a cold hand struggled out from under the quilt and grabbed his hand.

Cold and soft, without any strength, Huo Wujiu's hand froze in place.

"Don't go." The voice of the person on the bed was trembling, clearly lying under the blanket, but tremblingly grasping a life-saving straw like a person who has fallen into an ice cave.

Huo Wujiu heard Jiang Suizhou's raving voice.

"Don't tell my mom, I'll be fine when I get some sleep," he said.

Huo Wujiu didn't know who his "mother" was, but he could hear fear and confusion from Jiang Suizhou's voice, which was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

As if afraid of making trouble for others.

Huo Wujiu paused for a moment, then he grabbed Jiang Suizhou's hand by mistake.

His hand was well-knit and rather slender, and he only retracted it easily, and took that thin hand into the palm of his hand.

Jiang Suizhou, who was unconscious on the bed, seemed to have found a heat source suddenly, sighed softly, and pulled the hand closer with difficulty.

The next moment, the cold and delicate cheek was attached to the back of Huo Wujiu's raised hand.

-

After Jiang Suizhou lay down, he lost consciousness in a trance.

He seemed to be wrapped in a messy dream, where time and the world were out of order.

For a while, when he was young, he was pushed and bullied by his half-brothers who didn't know whose mother he was in his father's mansion.He went to find his mother with grievances, but saw his mother sitting alone in the room crying silently through the door, crying as if she had lost her soul, which made him timid, and dared not say any grievances.

After a while, there was the disgusting smiling face of the Empress, and a group of courtiers whom he had only seen in portraits, all staring at his every move with different expressions, which made him nervous and afraid, and he dared not speak nonsense.

After a while, it was Huo Wujiu again, holding a bloody knife in his hand, his eyes were as cold as the day he took off the hijab, staring at him closely, as if he wanted to chop off his head immediately and take it to the city wall to dry.

Jiang Suizhou wanted to run, but his legs stayed where they were. Seeing Huo Wujiu coming forward, he stretched out his blood-stained hand...

Jiang Suizhou simply closed his eyes and waited to die, but he didn't expect that Huo Wujiu didn't kill him.

...He actually reached out and touched his face.

Jiang Suizhou only thought that he was trying to find out where to put the knife from his neck, and it touched his face when he touched it crookedly.

Unexpectedly, Huo Wujiu's hand was close to his face, and he didn't let go.

Jiang Suizhou also faintly woke up at this time.

As in a dream, his mind was in chaos, and his whole body was burning hot.He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a flickering candle, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

He felt heavy and uncomfortable all over, took a slow breath, and before he could speak, he choked out a hoarse cough.

"My lord!"

It was Meng Qianshan's voice.

Jiang Suizhou coughed until his eyes blurred. At this moment, something in his hand suddenly grabbed his hand.

It was slightly cold, and it was very powerful, pulling him to sit up.

Then, the other hand landed on his back and patted it slowly, gradually smoothing his cough down.

Jiang Suizhou opened his eyes with tears in his eyes.

He saw Meng Qianshan kneeling in front of his bed in the bright lights, lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes were red with anxiety, staring at him closely, trembling his mouth but not daring to make a sound.

And in his own hand, he held a big hand with well-defined joints and vertical and horizontal meridians.

Jiang Suizhou had a fever and his mind was dull. When he saw the hand, he looked up along the arm in a daze.

He met a pair of cold black eyes.

Jiang Suizhou was so frightened that he let go of that hand.

Seeing that Huo Wujiu calmly stopped patting him on the back, he dragged a pillow behind his back, pressed him, let him lean up, then turned his head, and said softly: "Wake up. gone."

Then I saw a young government doctor hurried forward, knelt down in front of the bed, and gave Jiang Suizhou a pulse.

Huo Wujiu pressed the wheelchair and took two steps back.

No one noticed that his right hand, which Jiang Suizhou held just now, was placed on his knee, and he slowly twisted his fingers and held it.

It seems to be retaining some kind of tactile sensation.

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou woke up, the servants around stopped what they were busy with and gathered around the bed.

Seeing the doctor's pulse for a moment, he got up and said: "My lord is still weak and overworked, so damp and cold air invaded his body, and he suffered from wind and cold. The little one has already boiled the medicine outside. After a while The prince drank it and went to sleep, the fever must be gone by tomorrow morning, but he has to rest at the mansion for a few days, until the wind and cold are gone, he can no longer rush around."

Meng Qianshan next to him responded again and again, and ordered the maid next to him to bring the medicine quickly.

Jiang Suizhou leaned on the soft pillow and rubbed his temples with great effort, before he roughly digested the doctor's words.

...Oh, he was so tired. It rained today, so he got sick from the cold.

It's already spring, and the rain is not cold. There is probably no one else who can get sick from the cold without being exposed to rain this season.

Jiang Suizhou sighed resignedly,

But that's okay, when he's sick, he can rest at home for a few days with peace of mind.I don't know if I can be sick for a longer period of time, but it's best to stay sick until the Empress Dowager's Qianqiu Banquet.In this way, he can say that he is not going to go away with peace of mind, and Huo Wujiu naturally doesn't have to go...

Thinking of Huo Wujiu, Jiang Suizhou's confused mind paused.

Just now...he seems to have pulled Huo Wujiu's hand?

But he didn't have the slightest impression, he didn't know how Huo Wujiu came to his bedside, and how he got in touch with him.

Jiang Suizhou only felt that he was sick and confused.

However, he couldn't help but think about it, and there was an extremely overbearing bitterness wafting from far and near.

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

Then he saw a bowl of concoction as black as ink, contained in a white jade bowl, brought to him.

The bitter taste floated to Jiang Suizhou's nose, and immediately, he was so provoked that he coughed, his throat retched, and Meng Qianshan was so frightened that he patted his back repeatedly and called out to his master.

When the cough stopped, Jiang Suizhou turned his head.

Before he crossed over, he didn't like to drink Chinese medicine, but he didn't expect that the taste of this ancient Chinese medicine was even worse than modern ones.

Meng Qianshan read the refusal in his actions, and said earnestly: "I beg you, my lord, you'd better drink this medicine!"

Jiang Suizhou held his breath and didn't make a sound.

The medicine was right in front of him, and he was afraid that if he took a breath, he would be choked to death.

Meng Qianshan was so anxious that he almost cried.

"My lord! If you don't take medicine, how will the disease be cured!"

Jiang Suizhou paused.

……Yup.

If he doesn't take medicine, won't he get better?

His illness is not good... Wouldn't it be reasonable for him not to take Huo Wujiu to the Queen's Qianqiu Banquet?

-

From this day on, Jiang Suizhou rested at the mansion logically.

Many courtiers from all over the court sent him gifts of condolences, and even the Empress also rewarded the imperial physician to treat him under the pretense of treating him.

Jiang Suizhou knew that the master was afraid that he was pretending to be sick, so he sent someone to take a look.

However, Jiang Suizhou was seriously ill, and the imperial physician also said when he went back that His Royal Highness King Jing’s body was really useless, and he would be drenched half of his life in the next spring rain. The gold, silver and jewelry used, let Jiang Suizhou just take care of his life and rest, and he doesn't have to worry about the affairs of the court.

And Ji You, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, also knew that it was because of the errands he assigned to Jiang Suizhou that he caught cold and fell ill.On that day, Jiang Suizhou asked Meng Qianshan to bring a letter to Ji You, and Ji You was quite guilty, and asked Meng Qianshan to bring back several books of unofficial history, and it was right for him to apologize.

Jiang Suizhou couldn't laugh or cry, and asked Meng Qianshan to quickly put away the broken books and send them to a place where he could not see them.

On the second day, his fever subsided, but the cold still persisted.

Jiang Suizhou has never felt so uncomfortable with a cold.

The original owner must have a particularly fragile respiratory system. When he catches a cold, his throat and even his lungs feel extremely uncomfortable.Because of his poor health, he has been going back and forth over the past few days. Sometimes his whole body feels as if he is about to freeze, and then he has a low-grade fever again.

Jiang Suizhou was tortured to death, and he still didn't forget to secretly ask Meng Qianshan if he should move Huo Wujiu out, so as not to make him sick.

This is just an excuse.Jiang Suizhou just wanted to use this excuse to get Huo Wujiu out.

After all, now, the Empress and Pang Shao have completely believed that he is a Duanxiu, and even think that he is a Duanxiu who likes to play some exciting games.In this case, there is no need for him to keep Huo Wujiu here every day, and let him sleep on the couch every day for nothing.

But Meng Qianshan shook his head again and again.

Hearing what Jiang Suizhou said, he laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

"No need, Mrs. Huo is not afraid of this." He said to Jiang Suizhou very quietly, relying on Huo Wujiu not being in the room at this time.

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

Seeing Meng Qianshan, he said: "You don't know! Madam Huo found out the day you were sick. Madam Huo has been holding your hand since the servant came in, and she didn't let go until you woke up!"

Speaking of this, Meng Qianshan was already smiling extremely happily.

Jiang Suizhou was a little speechless.

He probably had an impression... But it wasn't Huo Wujiu holding his hand, but he was holding Huo Wujiu and not letting go.

However, Meng Qianshan would not believe what he said.Even if Huo Wujiu was abolished in martial arts, it's impossible to get rid of such a sick patient with a fever, right?

Hearing Meng Qianshan continue with a smile: "Prince, I think Mrs. Huo treats you a little... 嗐! It's really sincere, and gold and stone are open!"

Jiang Suizhou turned cold and drove him away.

Sure enough, as long as you tell a lie, you will have to pay the price for this lie sooner or later.

Looking at Meng Qianshan's proud back, Jiang Suizhou gritted his teeth and shook his head, and had to temporarily suppress the idea of ​​moving Huo Wujiu away.

And although his illness repeated, he was getting better day by day.

The Empress originally sent an imperial physician, but there was no further movement after that.Unexpectedly, within a few days, another imperial doctor from the palace came.

This time the imperial physician, Jiang Suizhou clearly saw the difference.

The one invited by the master before and after only got a pulse, and seeing that Jiang Suizhou was seriously ill, he said goodbye and left.

But this one is different.After he came, he gave Jiang Suizhou a detailed diagnosis, and even checked the medicines that Jiang Suizhou had taken in the past few days.

Jiang Suizhou guessed that this imperial doctor was probably sent by Pang Shao.

The Empress just wanted to see Jiang Suizhou sick. When he was sick, the Empress would be happy and would not care about it.But Pang Shao is different, he is staring at Jiang Suizhou, to see how his body is, when he will recover, and whether he will use it to make other actions.

Jiang Suizhou is extremely tired of such surveillance.

But the imperial doctor couldn't drive him away, he would come every few days.

Until today.

This is the third time the imperial doctor has come.After consulting Jiang Suizhou, the imperial physician smiled meaningfully and said, "My lord is recovering well, and I think he will recover in two or three days. Just four days later, it will be the emperor's Qianqiu feast. Your Majesty, however. I miss you every day, now, you will be able to go, and His Majesty will not be disappointed."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Jiang Suizhou sat on the bed by himself, his breath was not steady with anger.

He knew that it was Pang Shao who was threatening him, telling him that he knew his physical condition and he couldn't escape, he had to send Huo Wujiu to the palace to make fun of it for the Empress.

Just at this time, Meng Qianshan came in with the boiled medicine.

Jiang Suizhou glanced at the medicine, then turned his eyes away.

After a while, he felt that he was almost soaked by the bitter medicine, and there was a bitter smell all over his body.

It's better not to drink this medicine, the health is not good, the big deal is to be sick for a few more days, it's better than those people succeed, let Huo Wujiu be humiliated by them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Suizhou said lightly to Meng Qianshan: "Let's put it down, I will drink it in a while."

Meng Qianshan watched him cautiously.

He knew that the master was not in a good mood at the moment, presumably he was impatient to drink the medicine.However, because Jiang Suizhou was very active in taking medicine these days, he never expressed his rejection except for the first time.

Meng Qianshan was also relieved of him, and after hearing what he said, he obediently put the medicine aside and withdrew.

Only he and Huo Wujiu were left in the room.

Jiang Suizhou took a look at Huo Wujiu, and saw him sitting quietly in the distance alone, looking down at the book.

He got off the bed with confidence, and picked up the medicine on the low table next to him.

But he didn't see it, Huo Wujiu next to him heard the noise and immediately raised his head to look at him.

Jiang Suizhou didn't realize it, he was wearing thin pajamas, holding the medicine in one hand, and his steps were a little flimsy, walking towards the purple sand pot with the landscape tree planted in the corner.

Jiang Suizhou thought in his heart, as long as he pours two days of medicine, it is guaranteed that his old disease will relapse. If he wants to go to the Qianqiu Banquet, he can only be carried away.

Thinking of this, he walked to the purple sand basin and handed the jade bowl over.

But when he was about to pour the medicine juice down, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Suizhou turned his head, and saw Huo Wujiu appear beside him at some point.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he clamped Jiang Suizhou's wrist with one hand, preventing him from moving his hand.Although he looked up at him, those sharp black eyes were cold and imposing.

Jiang Suizhou felt guilty for no reason.

"What are you doing?" He heard Huo Wujiu ask.

Jiang Suizhou stabilized his mind and said coldly: "It's troublesome. Get out of the way."

Huo Wujiu didn't let go of his hand at all.

"Drinked."

Declarative sentences come out of his mouth, especially like orders.

"Are you talking to me?" Jiang Suizhou showed a fierce attitude, looking down at him arrogantly with cold eyes.

Huo Wujiu didn't make a sound, but the strength of his hand was a little bit heavier, he pulled Jiang Suizhou's hand back inch by inch, held his wrist, and forced him to bring the medicine back to his face.

Clearly using actions, he ordered him word for word, and drank the medicine.

The bitterness hits my face.

Jiang Suizhou frowned, lowered his eyes, and saw Huo Wujiu's expression was cold and tough, as if he didn't leave him any room for discussion.

Jiang Suizhou felt a little grievance inexplicably.

The Empress hates him, he knows that from here to now, he has suffered a lot of humiliation, and he has long endured it.

He also knew that being ill was uncomfortable. During this period of time, he was dying of illness every day. He had grown up so much, and he had never had such a long and difficult illness.

For him, instead of being so sick, it's better to let the master speak quickly.

What is he afraid of?Isn't it because he is afraid that the ancestor in front of him will be humiliated, and it will be recorded on his account, and let him pay with his life?

He sneered.

"General Huo, why do you think I'm pouring medicine?" he said.

Huo Wujiu didn't make a sound, just held his wrist quietly, confronting him silently.

Jiang Suizhou continued: "Did you hear what the imperial physician said just now? Why does he always come to see me, and why does he remind me like that? Because the emperor said, let me bring you to attend his Qianqiu banquet, he want to see you."

It's been a long time since he said such a long sentence in a row, Jiang Suizhou's breath was a little breathless, and he coughed a few times when he said this.

He endured it, and then said: "What he wants to see you, you don't need to tell me? Although I don't want to control it, I don't want to lose face in front of the officials. Put this thing upside down, sick A few days will be good for you and me, understand?"

After saying this, Jiang Suizhou took a few breaths with great difficulty before smoothing out his breath.

He looked down at Huo Wujiu.

Seeing Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, after he finished speaking, his expression was still extremely calm.

After he smoothed his breathing, Huo Wujiu opened his mouth quietly.

"I know," he said. "So, I drank the medicine."

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

I saw those dark eyes, steady and quiet.

He clearly couldn't stand up anymore, he was in the enemy's country, and he was a prisoner of war trampled by everyone, but those eyes made people feel inexplicably reassuring and powerful.

"If it could kill me, I have nothing to fear. If he lets go, I'll just go." He said.

After a pause, Huo Wujiu said awkwardly.

"So, don't be afraid."