After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Meng Qianshan did not succeed in helping Mrs. Huo move the yard today.

After the master found that Madam Huo was not right, and shouted at him without getting a response, Meng Qianshan hurriedly trot all the way and ran to find a doctor in the palace himself.

Jiang Suizhou, who remained in the room, ordered the rest of the people to push Huo Wujiu into the inner room, helping him to lie down on the bed first.

Huo Wujiu seemed to have a fever, very severely feverish, although he was still sitting upright, his reaction was much slower.

Only when someone wants to help him.

As soon as the subordinate touched his leg, he raised his hand in a conditioned reflex and blocked the man.

The man was surprised, and he saw Huo Wujiu lowering his eyes and his voice hoarse: "I'll do it myself."

Calm but beyond doubt. The servant hurriedly looked at Jiang Suizhou, waiting for the prince's personal order, but saw that Jiang Suizhou, who was sitting next to him, did not look at him, but instead set his gaze on Huo Wujiu's body.

Huo Wujiu ignored the others and put his hands on the armrests. Although he is proficient in his movements, he can clearly see that he is weak at this time and is already a little slow.

He slowly propped himself up and moved onto the bed.

After sitting on the bed, he did not lie down, but tilted his body slightly and supported himself with the bedpost.

He still sits very straight.

Although there was no words, Jiang Suizhou could see a bit of innate pride in his actions.

His gaze paused, and suddenly he couldn't help but think of Huo Wugui in the history books.

He was originally the son of Jing Chao Ding Beihou. He was born in Yangguan. He practiced riding and shooting at the age of six and hunted tigers at the age of ten. He was thirteen years old when he was founded for twenty years. In the 23rd year of Jianye, during the Battle of Xunyang, his father died, and his uncle, who had rebelled with his father, was also besieged by the army.

It was he who took the Shuaiqi flag from the rebellion army and saved his uncle through a heavy encirclement. He won more with less and became famous in the first battle. After that, he guarded his uncle and became the commander of Liangjun step by step.

Before he was captured, he had never fought a defeat, and in only four years, he entered Yecheng and drove the queen king across the Yangtze River. From then on, Liang Jing divided the river and ruled.

What a young general with fresh clothes and angry horses, even if Shi Jia writes impartially, he can't hide his legendary color.

That is the hero he has studied countless times through yellowing historical data after a thousand years of time.

He should be a proud man.

Jiang Suizhou suddenly understood why the postmaster would interrupt Huo Wujiu's legs.

This seems to be the only way to make him kneel.

Jiang Suizhou was lost for a moment, but he didn't notice that he was staring at Huo Wugui all the time. He didn't realize that even though Huo Wujiu was already burnt, he was still keenly aware of the expression in his eyes, and he was frowning slightly at this time, looking back at him.

When he came back to his senses, Huo Wujiu's eyes were already very bad.

Jiang Suizhou could understand his eyes at a glance.

He seemed to ask him silently: Why didn't he get out?

Jiang Suizhou:...

The rare movement in his heart immediately dissipated cleanly.

He withdrew his gaze at Wu Yin three hundred taels, cold his face with a guilty conscience, stood up, folded his cloak with one hand, walked to the bed, and looked down at Huo Wujiu condescendingly.

"Why hasn't the government doctor come yet?" he asked the servant next to him coldly.

The maids and servants all around knew that the prince had a bad temper and was not easy to serve. He dared not speak at any one of them, and was quiet for a while.

But only Jiang Suizhou knew that he himself was clearly embarrassed by Huo Wujiu, and he hurriedly searched for a reason and helped himself.

He took the remaining light to see Huo Wujiu, but saw that he had already lowered his eyes and didn't look at himself again.

…Even if you are sick, it is really unpleasant.

Fortunately, at this moment, Meng Qianshan came with the government doctor out of breath.

It's Zhoufu doctor.

Zhou Fu doctor hurried over with the medicine box on his back. As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the prince was standing by the bed with a cold face, as if he was confronting Huo Wujiu who was sitting there. Seeing him coming in, the prince turned his head slightly and looked at him with cold eyes.

Doctor Zhou had always been timid, so he immediately lowered his head, not daring to take another look.

"Come and show him." He heard the prince's cold call.

"Such an illness, don't die in this king's mansion."

The voice is very nice, the tone is arrogant and gentle, but with two inaudible breaths, it means that the body is not good and the breath is insufficient.

Zhou Fuyi hurriedly responded, lowering his eyes, just in time to see that Huo Wujiu, who was sitting on the bed, raised his eyelids lightly, and gave the prince an unclear look.

He seemed to withdraw his gaze, but as if there was something attracting him, his gaze paused, and he glanced at the prince again.

Doctor Zhou was about to look again, but suddenly ran into a cold and gloomy look.

Huo Wujiu noticed his peeping.

Those eyes were clearly fogged weakly, but the doctor of Zhou Palace still trembled with fright. He quickly lowered his eyes, walked to Huo Wujiu's couch properly, put down the medicine box, and respectfully diagnosed him.

Jiang Suizhou sat back again.

Meng Qianshan was beside him, skillfully filled him with new hot tea, put it beside him, and asked carefully: "Where is the prince staying tonight?"

Seeing Mrs. Huo's appearance today, she must not be able to serve the prince. Besides, he has a fever again, and the prince is weak. What if the prince should be overwhelmed by the illness?

Jiang Suizhou looked at Zhou's doctor and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, Meng Qianshan waited quietly, and didn't ask any more.

After a while, Zhou's doctor turned around and knelt down in front of Jiang Suizhou.

"The prince, Madam Huo's illness is caused by the high fever caused by the inflammation of the wound..." He hurriedly said, "Madam can bear it, it has been burned for a while. Madam's injury is already serious. Life is endangered!"

Jiang Suizhou frowned: "So serious?"

Doctor Zhou nodded: "If you are younger, go for the decoction, and change the gauze for your wife later. As long as the fever is relieved in time, there will be no serious problems."

Jiang Suizhou nodded: "Let Meng Qianshan go to decocting the medicine, and you will change it for him."

The Zhoufu doctor should be hurriedly.

Jiang Suizhou leaned his face with one hand, turned his head to the side, and looked at Huo Wujiu who was sitting on the side of the bed.

Although he was still sitting, he was already fainted. The eyes that were staring at someone just now were also closed heavily.

The doctor carefully opened the gauze for him to clean the wound. The blood was soaked on the gauze, and the skin and flesh had already been attached. When the government doctor carefully tears it open, it is inevitable that the wound will still be pulled.

Huo Wujiu closed his eyes, but frowned. He pursed his lips, still enduring the sound of gasping in a muddle, only when the gauze was torn apart, he could feel the trembling between his eyebrows that he was very painful.

Jiang Suizhou suddenly remembered something trivial.

When he was a child, he still lived in his father's house. He was pushed down the stairs by his brother who didn't know which mother gave him and twisted his ankle. His mother was in a bad mood and cried all the time. He didn't dare to let her know, so he limped back to his room and endured it all night.

The feeling of enduring the pain alone was too tormenting, and he couldn't divert his attention from reading many books.

However, for Huo Wujiu, this seems to have become a habit carved in his bones.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes couldn't help but stop on his body, and he didn't move away for a while.

It was criss-crossing wounds, fresh, bloody, and deep.

…It hurts so much.

He sat there quietly, watching the hospital doctor clean up the wound for Huo Wugui, re-wrapped it in gauze, and helped him lie down.

The doctor returned to Jiang Suizhou and knelt down and said, "Master, the gauze has been changed. After that, just give the wife some medicine and wash some cold kerchiefs to cool down. When the fever subsides, it will be no problem."

Jiang Suizhou nodded and raised his hand to beckon him to do it himself.

The government doctor hurriedly prepared a veil and put it on Huo Wujiu's forehead.

After a while, Meng Qianshan came back with the medicine.

He handed the medicine to the government doctor, then returned to Jiang Suizhou's side, bowed and asked, "Master, it's getting late, you should go back to Anyintang to rest first?"

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou was looking at Huo Wujiu, he didn't forget to add: "If the prince is not at ease, more people will stay here to watch the minions."

Jiang Suizhou paused.

He naturally knew that Huo Wujiu would definitely not burn to death, and there was nothing to worry about.

However, he involuntarily thought of the original Huo Wugui.

At that time, no one must have bandaged him and changed the dressing. He survived this way. I don't know how many days and nights he had suffered, and he dragged his life back from the hands of the king abruptly.

Xu knew what it was like to endure alone in the pain, Jiang Suizhou suddenly didn't want to leave.

After a while, he said lightly: "Go find a book and give it to me."

Meng Qianshan was taken aback.

His mouth was quick, and he said straight: "Is the prince not leaving..."

Jiang Suizhou lifted his eyes and glanced at him, then blocked the back half of his words.

Meng Qianshan had to nod his head again and again, and went to find him a book.

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It was late at night when Huo Wujiu woke up.

He opened his eyes faintly, and he felt something on his forehead. He raised his hand, pulled the thing off, and saw that it was a wet and cool veil.

He frowned.

It seems that from the afternoon today, he started to have a fever. This is not unusual. He has been injured so many times on the battlefield, and occasionally has a fever.

At night, it seemed that King Jing had been here, and he was fainted without knowing what he was going to do.

Huo Wujiu raised his hand and touched his forehead.

A cool piece.

He was clearly sane at this time, but he had an extremely unreal feeling.

He was obviously a prisoner of war captured by an enemy country, and a tool sent to Prince Jing to humiliate King Jing. But at this moment, he was lying on the bed steadily, the wounds on his body were treated clean and fresh, the forehead was covered with a cool kerchief, and the air was filled with a faint smell of medicine.

Obviously very bitter, but it seems calm and stable.

He was born in the frontier gate, his life was very hard, he was extremely able to withstand beatings, and he had never been taken care of in this way in his entire life.

He turned his head.

I saw a person sitting in the dim light.

He held a book with one hand on his lap, and with the other hand on the side of his head, he was already asleep. His eyelashes are very long, covering a pair of eyes that are always cold and arrogant.

The light shone on the side of his face, coating him with a soft, soft light.

Huo Wujiu clearly realized that he was guarding himself.

His breathing stagnated slightly uncontrollably.