After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

The heat swelled, and a whole cup of soup was splashed on Huo Wujiu's legs, dripping drippingly along the cloth of his robe.

The maids all around exclaimed, and Sun Yuan behind him jumped up in shock, and hurriedly pulled a cloth towel to wipe him.

Huo Wujiu was the only one sitting there motionless.

The hot soup poured on the body, even if it was through the robe, it was still painful.

But the pain in the flesh is nothing to him. He only lowered his eyes and looked at his legs.

He watched her deliberately pouring soup on him. That behavior fell in the eyes of the martial artist, it was the worst slow motion, but he couldn't avoid it.

Because his legs can't move.

This kind of humiliation is much harder to endure than physical and physical pain.

For a moment, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and glanced at Tao Zhi faintly.

If she weren't a woman, he would return it a hundred times, pouring all the hot soup into the opponent's throat.

But he never did anything to women.

But only this cold and gloomy look made Tao Zhi shiver in fright, and he involuntarily took a step back.

Then she came back to her senses.

What is she doing? This crippled person actually stared at her, she was still scared?

What is terrible about her, the prince is not in the mansion today anyway! Now she alone has the final say in the courtyard, she does not believe that the minion next to him dares to chew his tongue with the prince, nor does she believe that the disabled person has the face to go to the prince to file a complaint!

Tao Zhi immediately stared, and said with a sneer: "The strange slave and maid carelessly stumbled. It's just that the master doesn't know how to avoid it, otherwise, it won't be hot to you."

Then, as soon as she raised her eyes, she looked at Sun Yuan behind.

"How can you be so stupid as a minion? Let you wait here, let you push the wheelchair for the lord, and what do you do there? If you are so stupid, you can go out and sweep the yard tomorrow!"

On weekdays, the prince would stay in Anyintang for a short time, and where did Meng Qianshan go and where, so she was used to domineering and blessing in this courtyard.

The people around him naturally scolded them as they wanted to. After the scolding, there would be a few bolder ones who would come to comfort her and make ends meet for her.

But at this moment, she finished scolding, but the room was so quiet that needles fell.

She took a few breaths and looked around with a frown.

I saw the maids all over the room, each with its head down, like a flock of quail.

Tao Zhi looked at them, frowning unhappily.

Why, there are more concubines in the house today, so they are scared like this? It's just a handicapped person who can't walk, what's terrible.

She snorted coldly, turned around and wanted to go out.

But when I turned around, I saw two people standing in front of the door.

Taozhi's legs softened, and he knelt down.

"Wang... prince!"

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Jiang Suizhou stayed in the study until twilight.

An invitation was handed in early, and it was two officials from the Ministry of Industry who invited him to drink at night. Jiang Suizhou arrived for the first time, and he didn't even know how much he was drinking.

So he procrastinated for a while, and simply let Meng Qianshan take the post and go back in person, saying that he didn't sleep well last night, suffered the wind and cold, and is recuperating at the house today.

Fortunately, he was a well-known sick child, so this excuse was found quite smoothly, and the two of them didn't force it anymore.

After dealing with this matter, Jiang Suizhou left the study.

Although there is a fiercely sick tiger in my room now, I can't stop eating dinner because of this.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door of his main house, he happened to hear Tao Zhi blame Huo Wugui in yin and yang.

The maid was standing at the table, blocking Huo Wujiu who was sitting in the wheelchair tightly. She was now akimbo, her sharp voice could be heard from a distance.

When Meng Qianshan saw this scene, his face changed and he wanted to speak, but Jiang Suizhou raised his hand to stop it.

Although she couldn't see the face of this maid, she could tell from her clothes that it was the one who bumped into Huo Wujiu while carrying the box at noon today. Jiang Suizhou thought that she would no longer dare after he had scolded her, but he didn't expect this maid to be so arrogant.

Jiang Suizhou couldn't tell for a while, whether she thought her own life was too long, or he thought that Jiang Suizhou's life was too long.

He only watched her arrogantly attack, then watched her turn around to look at herself in surprise, and then her legs softened and fell to the ground.

Jiang Suizhou looked a little speechless when she saw her trembling.

What's the use of being afraid now? Why didn't you know that you were afraid when facing Huo Wujiu's fierce and evil spirits just now?

He has always loathed the inferior nature of some people.

As a man after a thousand years, he believes that he retains the respect he deserves for life and personality. However, there are some people who are respected for their personality, but they want to trample on others; they are enslaved by others, but when they turn their heads, they want to put on a superior appearance to enslave others.

Seeing Jiang Suizhou's face and not speaking, Meng Qianshan hurriedly stepped forward and said coldly, "Ms. Taozhi, what a majesty! Do you still remember that Madam Huo is the master? The minion sees you like this, and regards herself as the master. Woolen cloth!"

Taozhi squatted his head tremblingly, and quibbleed: "Master, there is no servant! It's... the servant who pushes the lady in the wheelchair! He pushed the wheelchair and hit the servant, and the servant accidentally spilled the soup on the lady..."

"Is this king blind?"

Jiang Suizhou frowned and interrupted her.

Tao Zhi shivered with fright, his forehead touched the ground, and he knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Jiang Suizhou retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Meng Qianshan."

Meng Qianshan immediately thought it over, and hurriedly said, "Do you still keep her here to hinder the prince's eyes? Procrastinate!"

Immediately, the two little servants under the corridor came forward and dragged the peach branches away.

Jiang Suizhou knew that Meng Qianshan would handle it for him. He pressed his eyebrows and walked in front of Huo Wugui.

A piece of his leg was wet at this time, and the soup cup next to him was still faintly steaming.

Being splashed with a cup of soup on her body was already extremely humiliating, but the maid deliberately splashed Huo Wujiu's leg, which was more like a handful of salt deliberately sprinkled on a person's wound.

Seeing him sitting in a wheelchair without saying a word, Jiang Suizhou was inexplicably confused.

He withdrew his gaze laboriously.

Let the other party be wronged here, definitely can't do nothing. But as an arrogant and cold prince, he can't just apologize to the other party.

Jiang Suizhou had a headache.

He paused and said, "Go, first push the lady behind and change into a clean robe."

He needs to organize the language.

Sun Yuan responded quickly, pushing his wheelchair to the back of the screen in the room.

Jiang Suizhou sat down at the table, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

He was about to be quiet, but saw that Sun Yuan, who had just entered the screen, stepped out again by himself.

Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Sun Yuan stood empty-handed, a little at a loss: "Madame said, there is no need for a minion."

Jiang Suizhou's eyes fell on the screen involuntarily.

Across the screen, a sitting figure can be vaguely seen.

He paused, hmm, and said nothing.

I don't know why, he can especially understand Huo Wujiu's mood at this time. Xu is because he has studied history for nearly a decade, and he has written several papers on Huo Wujiu's research alone.

He knew that Huo Wujiao didn't need anyone.

Even if he breaks his legs, he does not need others to take care of him as a disabled person. He is an eagle falcon born in the sands of Yangguan, with strong vitality, and especially independent and proud.

It is not easy for him to die, but it is even more difficult for him to be taken care of in a cage.

This is not what he needs either.

Jiang Suizhou meditated. He was supposed to think about the words and countermeasures for a while, but his mind drifted away uncontrollably.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of clothing rubbing behind the screen and the slight shaking of the wheelchair.

After a while, Huo Wujiu changed into a clean robe and walked out from behind the screen while shaking his wheelchair.

Sun Yuan hurriedly came forward to push his wheelchair.

Huo Wujiu didn't have any clothes to change here, and none of the masters in the mansion had such a tall figure. What he is wearing right now is a short sack of coarse cloth, which he wears temporarily.

Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him.

This man is handsome, and everything he wears is a clothes rack. It was clearly just a gray coarse cloth shirt, worn on him, but there was a sturdy vigor.

Sun Yuan quickly pushed Huo Wujiu's wheelchair to the table, Jiang Suizhou picked up the chopsticks and took a peek at Huo Wujiu.

He remembered that Huo Wujiu had an injury on his leg. Although the injury was on his calf, it was very likely to be splashed by the hot soup.

But looking at Huo Wujiu's silent appearance, Jiang Suizhou's heart was lost.

If nothing happened, it would be inappropriate to call him a doctor rashly. However, he also knew that Huo Wujiu was particularly tolerant. Whether it was hot enough, Jiang Suizhou was not sure...

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but glanced at Huo Wugui a few more times.

But at this moment, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes to look at him and accurately caught his sneaky gaze.

Jiang Suizhou wanted to stagger his eyes, but he saw Huo Wujiu's expression indifferently, staring at him quietly, as if waiting for him to speak.

…Was caught upright and can't escape.

Jiang Suizhou cleared his throat, and while picking up vegetables, he said faintly: "Are there any wet gauze?"

"No." Huo Wugui said.

His voice is quite deep and nice, diffuse in the night, like mellow spirits.

Jiang Suizhou gave a faint hum.

"This person makes his own claim and will not reappear in the future." He said.

Huo Wujiu said nothing.

Jiang Suizhou didn't expect him to respond to him either, only looked up at Meng Qianshan.

Meng Qianshan quickly nodded and bowed: "Don't worry, master! No next time!"

Jiang Suizhou gave a hum, and said nothing.

He thought to himself that he could show a slightly guilty posture because of today's affairs, and then slowly change his attitude towards the other party.

And these people in his room don't have to worry about it. After today's incident, no one would dare to neglect Huo Wugui any more.

Although he knew that Huo Wujiu didn't need this kind of care, he needed to use this to brighten his attitude-at least let Huo Wujiu know that although he didn't like him, he had no intention of targeting him.

Eating a meal was extremely silent.

When they ran out of food, the maids removed the pans from the table and went to the inner room to clean up.

The books that the prince wants to read at night, and the bed that the masters want to sleep on, must be arranged properly.

Jiang Suizhou sat beside him, holding a book in his hand, and watched Meng Qianshan lead people to the bedroom to clean up.

His eyes were a little stiff.

Today, I was too comfortable in the study alone, so I accidentally forgot this important matter.

His gaze fell on Huo Wujiu who was beside him, and he lowered his eyes heavily, looking at the booklet in his hand.

…If Huo Wujiu slept in his bedroom, where would he sleep?

The author has something to say:

Since marrying Mrs. Huo, the prince has been sleeping on the sofa one after another, miserable, so miserable, hehe