After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Meng Qianshan didn't dare not follow, so he took Sun Yuan and tremblingly pushed his wheelchair forward.

He shouted with tears in his heart, Mrs. Xu, run away.

However, the two ladies obviously did not receive the signal from him with their spiritual consciousness. Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, they all looked up, and they all showed a good look, waiting for them to approach.

Huo Wujiu in the wheelchair swept across the two with cold eyes.

The one in the red clothes had a little impression on him. He looked like a lady, wispy, and he stretched out his hand to touch his face when he met for the first time.

another one……

His eyes are a bit cold.

When we met last time, the one from which we made peace? He twisted the paws of the man in the red suit, and it was this man who stepped forward to persuade and send someone to the government doctor.

...... Wang Jing used to like this?

Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze coldly, with a somewhat disagreeable disdain in his eyes.

Among their military camps, the most annoying thing is this kind of chirping and muddy scholars. Just listening to people like him makes people feel big. But I want to come to King Jing to have a bad character and a bad vision. People who can look at it are normal if they are not good.

Huo Wujiu fired a shot coldly in his heart, but did not realize that he had also included himself, whom King Jing had "secretly admired for many years", into the scope of his attack.

He withdrew his gaze after just one glance, his expression was cold, and he didn't even plan to say hello.

But Gu Changyun smiled and spoke first.

"The last time I saw our Madam Huo, it was a long time ago, right?" With a pair of fox eyes soft as silk, he looked Huo Wugui up and down. "The Feng Shui of our Jing Palace is to raise people. Look at Madam Huo, her complexion has improved a lot."

Xu Du glanced at him lightly.

He knew that before Gu Changjun's house fell, there were also aunts in his father's room. Gu Changyun has been fascinated since he was young and has a deep understanding of how to fight in the back house. When he came to the Jing Palace, he especially loved to perform this sour play in front of outsiders.

He usually doesn't make troubles, and he won't bother him if he wants to come to Huo Wujiao.

Sure enough, Huo Wujiao didn't say a word, but Meng Qianshan behind smiled and bowed and said: "This is natural! After Madam Huo came to the mansion, everything was fine, and Madam Laogu was worried!"

As he said, he stabbed Sun Yuan secretly with his elbow, and then smiled and said: "I don't know if the two ladies are playing here. The slave is dull and disturbs the wife's Yaxing... Sun Yuan, why don't you say goodbye to the two ladies? "

Sun Yuan heard the words and quickly saluted the two of them obediently.

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

"What's the hurry?" he said. "Come and go, Meng Qianshan, this lady is a cannibal tiger?"

Xu Du glanced at him.

He had advised Gu Changjun many times not to make mischief, but he also knew that Gu Changjun had gone through great ups and downs in his early years, and he developed such a temperament that he would not be afraid to tease everyone when he saw him, and he couldn't easily change it.

Seeing Meng Qianshan's smile when he was asked, Xu Du opened his mouth and said roundly: "If there is nothing important, don't rush. Madam Huo can play chess? Just now I and Chang Junzheng are stuck together. If so, Madam Huo might as well come and see. Look, how should this game be broken?"

Huo Wujiu glanced at him lightly.

He hates chess most.

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

He was impatient to play with this boring black and white chess piece, always making trouble, so angry that his father confiscated his favorite Dawanma as a threat, and then forced him to learn.

Yes, it doesn't mean you like it.

Huo Wujiu swept across Xu Du in front of him coldly.

The chirping and mud sticks, the annoying black and white chessboard, and the annoying things all came together.

Hearing Xu Du's words, Sun Yuan behind him looked left and right, not knowing who to listen to, he saw Huo Wujiu raising his hand and beckoning him to wait in place.

Sun Yuan hurriedly followed suit, and saw Huo Wujiu holding the wooden wheel of the wheelchair and walking to the chessboard by himself.

Xu Du looked at him.

Seeing Huo Wujiu sitting beside the chessboard, faintly lowered his eyes, glanced around the chess game, without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand, picked up a black stone, and landed on the chessboard.

Xu Du was taken aback.

But Huo Wujiu didn't give him a chance to speak with him. After dropping that one, he stopped his hand and pressed it on the wooden wheel. With the force of his hand, the wheelchair turned around and walked straight away.

"Go," he said.

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

Gu Changyun looked at them all the way until they were far away, and then he said to Xu Du with surprise on his face: "Look, you deserve to be a general. Even if he is locked in the back house, he is still so wild and wild. of."

But Xu Du was silent, without saying a word.

Gu Changyun didn't wait for Xu Du to speak up, and turned his head to look at him, and saw Xu Du staring at the chess game on the board with no expression on his face.

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

His words stopped abruptly.

I saw that on the chessboard, Xu Du's Baizi almost forced his Heizi into a desperate situation, but after Huo Wujiu's one was settled, Heizi bit on Baizi's throat like a counter-attack trapped beast. .

On the chessboard, the situation turned around, and Heizi regained his decay, and his momentum was raging.

Gu Changyun was stunned and laughed.

"Is he good at chess?" he said.

Xu Du shook his head.

Just now, Huo Wujiu dropped that one, and when he withdrew his hand, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

The cold dark eyes, like that black chess piece, were turbulent and fierce, so cold that it made people fall into the cold pool.

For an instant, Xu Du felt his back cold. It seemed that Huo Wujiu wanted to kill a piece of armor, not just the white pieces on the chessboard.

After a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

Gu Changjun asked, "What do you think?"

Xu Du was silent for a moment.

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

——

After noon, there was a light rain.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes were dark blue, and he rushed to the Ministry of Rites after the morning dynasty on the ground.

Even if Ji You has taken good care of him, he can't let him do nothing at all. Seeing that his face was very bad today, Ji You looked at the early weather outside, and asked him to go outside the city to welcome a batch of meeting venues to lay out the required materials.

Ji You smiled and said to him that after checking the account books and understanding, there is no need to return to the Ministry of Rites and let people drive the vehicles carrying materials to the courtyard of the Ministry of Rites.

Jiang Suizhou knew that he was deliberately releasing the water so that he could return to the house in advance after he had finished his work.

He was very grateful, thanking Ji You for his gentle nature and being a very good person, and thanking himself for talking a lot that day, and chatting with Ji You a few more words.

Unexpectedly, after hitting him out of the Ministry of Rites, the rain would get worse and worse.

As soon as I left the North City Gate, someone came to report that the carriage for transporting materials had sunk in the mud ten miles outside the city and couldn't get out.

This time, it was a lot of toss.

The rain outside the city was heavier than that in the city, and the outside of Lin'an city was originally a dirt road. After the master came here, the little money in his hand patronizes himself to build the imperial city, and he hasn't even thought about building a road.

Therefore, the materials that could be ushered in in the afternoon were tossed until the sky was dark before they could be transported to the gate of the city.

Jiang Suizhou followed the damp and cold wind 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.

By the time he returned to the palace, it was already two more days.

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

Meng Qianshan carefully waited for Jiang Suizhou to lie down on the bed, then raised his eyes to look aside.

Seeing Mrs. Huo sitting on the wheelchair next to the couch under the window, she lowered her head and quietly flipped through the book in her hand.

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

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

The door was closed.

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

In the books, the poor scholars and scholars climbed over the wall of the prime minister's house and had a private meeting with the beautiful concubines. The daughter-in-law handed him the silk kerchief embroidered by herself, but the scholar grasped her soft hand...

Huo Wujiu's eyes fell on the booklet, but his eyes were empty.

After turning half of the book, he didn't even notice what book he was holding.

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

Jiang Suizhou lay there, seemingly asleep.

Huo Wujiu's fingers slowly twisted the pages of the book.

Since he ran out of dinner alone at night, he was inexplicably annoying, so annoyed that he couldn't enter a word.

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

The injury on his leg gradually healed, but he has not felt anything. Only a few days ago, when the sky began to become gloomy, he didn't feel a little bit in his legs.

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

This pain is different from the severe pain of splitting, it is not too serious, but it is like scraping the bone with a blunt knife. However, because the pain was not strong, Huo Wujiu was not affected by it for a few days.

Until today, it rained.

The moisture was evaporating, and his wound seemed to be in response, involving a meridian, until it reached his lumbar spine, a bone-chewing pain. The pain came in dense and turbulent, and it lasted for a long time, as if someone had put their hand into the flesh, pulling his muscles and bones steadily.

Huo Wujiu just quietly next to each other.

However, it is a bit strange. He sat quietly holding the booklet in a daze, but whenever a foot stepped outside, he would subconsciously concentrate and listen to the sound of the footsteps.

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

Occasionally, I can hear Meng Qianshan sending other servants out to ask when Jiang Suizhou will be back. The servant underneath ran for several times, and only said that the prince was busy when he came back.

Huo Wujiu frowned without a trace.

Huo Wujiu heard the footsteps until the sound of rain diminished outside the window, and until the second watch.

It was a little floating, 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 you spend the night in his concubine room today?

Huo Wujiu's lips made an inaudible cold sneer, and the irritability that had accumulated all night in his heart, with this sneer, gradually disappeared.

Even holding the corner of his mouth, it stretched in an arc.

However, Jiang Suizhou didn't communicate with him today, so he cleaned up and fell asleep on the bed.

Until now, when there was no one around, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes, and his gaze settled quietly on him.

Sick seedlings. Yesterday alone, after spending a whole night with the mud stick and the weak-handed chicken, it became weak and looked like that. It's all like this, but you still have to learn how to fill your backyard?

It's really desperate.

This kind of sick seedlings should be safer, and they should be kept under their wings and kept in a greenhouse from the sun and rain. They will not be taught to suffer, and they will never be allowed to give birth to those thoughts and mess. Bee butterfly.

Thinking of this, Huo Wujiu's heart was beating a little fast, as if being moved by some thought, his heart was a little itchy.

He paused, and faintly retracted his gaze, as if trying to suppress something, and picked up the book in his hand again.

[Zhang Sheng grabbed the tenderness into his hands, only to feel that it was soft as boneless, and only taught him that his mind was rippling. I saw the red clouds flying above the young lady's cheeks, her eyes were timid, there is a way...]

... What kind of mess of books Meng Qianshan found!

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

With a light slap, the person on the bed was shocked and his shoulders trembled.

Huo Wujiu heard the slight noise, turned his head to look, and saw that the person on the bed was tightly wrapped in the quilt, seeming to be shocked, but it seemed that he hadn't awakened, turned over, and was still asleep.

...It's a bit strange. Jiang Suizhou used to sleep, but he didn't see the quilt wrapped so tightly.

Huo Wujiu frowned, and heard the breathing from the bed a little heavier, which seemed to be two points harder than usual.

Is it sick?

He didn't want to care too much, and he didn't bother to make trouble. He thought it would be better to call Meng Qianshan in.

But his hand didn't seem to obey the command very much. He clearly should have rolled the wheelchair to the door, but he reached the bedside of Jiang Suizhou inexplicably.

The man on the bed was very tightly wrapped, showing only the black silky hair, spread out on the pillow.

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

This person was thin and had very thin shoulders. Huo Wujiu easily held it with one hand even though he was behind a heavy quilt.

Huo Wujiu didn't exert much effort, so he turned him around.

... His face was abnormally pale, she was trembling, and her breathing was trembling.

He closed his eyes tightly, his lips were not bloody, his eyelashes trembled, and his breathing was difficult.

Suddenly bumping into his extremely fragile appearance, Huo Wujiao was taken aback for a moment, and then, as if afraid that he might hurt him, he hurriedly let go of his shoulders as if being electrocuted.

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

......It seems that you have a fever like this?

The temperature underneath is not hot, but it is very cold. It should be frozen and not hot yet.

Huo Wujiu wanted to withdraw his hand and call Meng Qianshan.

But at this moment, a cold Bingbing hand stretched out from the quilt strenuously and grabbed his hand.

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

"Don't go." The voice of the person on the bed was trembling, lying clearly on the bed, but like a person falling into an ice cave, shaking and holding the straw.

Huo Wujiu heard Jiang Suizhou's chattering voice.

"Don't tell my mom, I'll just sleep for a while," he said.

Huo Wujiu didn't know who the "fuck" was, but he could hear the fear and confusion in Jiang Suizhou's soft voice.

As if for fear of creating chaos.

Huo Wujiu paused, and the ghost slammed Jiang Suizhou's hand back.

His hand has distinct joints and is quite slender. He only took it easily, and then squeezed the weak hand into the palm of his hand.

Jiang Suizhou, who was unconscious on the bed, seemed to suddenly find a heat source, and sighed softly before pulling the hand closer.

The next moment, the cold and delicate cheeks pressed against the back of Huo Wujiu's meridian protruding hands.

——

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

He seemed to be wrapped in a messy dream, time and the world were messed up.

After a while, when he was young, he was in his father's house and was pushed and bullied by the same father and brother who didn't know who his mother was. He grievedly went to his mother, but saw his mother sitting alone in the room crying silently through the door, crying as if he had lost his soul, making him timid, and he didn't dare to say anything wronged.

For a while, it was the annoying smiling face of the master, and a group of courtiers whom he had only seen in the portrait, staring at his every move with different expressions, making him nervous and fearful, and he did not dare to say anything.

For a while, it was Huo Wujiu again, with a **** knife in his hand, and his eyes were as cold as the day he took off his hijab.

Jiang Suizhou wanted to run, but his legs stayed in place, watching Huo Wujiu come forward and stretched out his blood-stained hand at him...

Jiang Suizhou simply closed his eyes and waited for death, but he did not expect that Huo Wujiu would not kill him.

...He actually stretched out his hand and touched his face.

Jiang Suizhou only thought he was trying to figure out where the knife was on his neck, and he touched his face when he felt it crooked.

Unexpectedly, Huo Wujiu's hand was pressed against his face, and he would not let it go.

Jiang Suizhou also woke up faintly at this time.

Like in a dream, his brain was chaotic, and his whole body was hot. He opened his eyes blindly, only to see a candlelight swaying, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

He only felt uncomfortably sinking all over, took a slow breath, and choked up a hoarse cough before speaking.

"Lord!"

It was the voice of Meng Qianshan.

Jiang Suizhou coughed so much that he shook his eyes, and at this moment, something he was holding in his hand suddenly took his hand back.

Slightly cold and very powerful, he pulled him to sit up.

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

Jiang Suizhou opened his eyes dimly with tears.

He saw that among the bright lights, Meng Qianshan was kneeling before his bed, lying on the edge of the bed, so anxious that his eyes were red, staring at him closely, shaking his mouth but did not dare to make a sound.

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

Jiang Suizhou was feverish and his mind was dull. When he saw that hand, he looked up at the arm of the hand in a daze.

Just met a pair of cold black eyes.

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

Seeing Huo Wujiu calmly stopping the movement of patting his back, he pulled a pillow behind him and pressed him to lean him up, then turned his head and whispered: "Wake up." NS."

I saw a young doctor hurried forward, kneeling down in front of the bed, and getting Jiang Suizhou's pulse.

Huo Wujiu pressed his wheelchair and gave in two steps back.

No one noticed that the right hand that Jiang Suizhou had just held in his hand was placed on his knee, and he slowly twisted his fingers and shook it up.

It seems to be retaining a certain sense of touch.

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou was awake, the people around them stopped what they were busy with, and gathered around the bed.

Seeing the doctor’s pulse for a while, he stood up and said: “The prince is still weak in his body, coupled with too much work, so that the damp and cold air invades his body and suffers the wind and cold. The little one has already boiled the medicine outside for a while. The prince drank it and went to bed, and he must be able to reduce his fever tomorrow morning, but he has to stay in the house for a few days and wait until the cold weather is over.

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

Jiang Suizhou leaned on the soft pillow and rubbed his temples painstakingly before digesting the words of the government doctor.

......Oh, I'm tired, and it rained today, which made him cold.

It's already spring, and the rain is not cold. I'm afraid there is no one else but him who can get cold without rain this season.

Jiang Suizhou sighed resignedly.

But fortunately, if he is sick, he can rest in the house for a few days with peace of mind. I don’t know if I can be ill for a longer period of time. It’s best to stay ill until the Lord’s Qianqiu Banquet. In this case, he can say with peace of mind that he won’t go away, and Huo Wujiu naturally doesn’t have to go...

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

Just now... he seemed to be, pulling Huo Wugui'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 that floated from far to near.

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

He saw a bowl of black ink, placed in a white jade bowl, and brought it in front of him.

The bitter taste drifted to the end of Jiang Suizhou's nose. Immediately, he was so excited that he coughed, and his throat was retched. Meng Qianshan was so scared that he repeatedly patted him on the back and called his master one after another.

When the cough stopped, Jiang Suizhou turned to the beginning.

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

Reading the refusal in his actions, Meng Qianshan said bitterly: "Please, Lord, you should drink this medicine!"

Jiang Suizhou held his breath and said nothing.

The medicine was in front of him, and he was afraid that he would take a breather and choke his life.

Meng Qianshan was crying anxiously.

"Master! How can this disease get better if you don't take medicine!"

Jiang Suizhou paused.

……Yes.

If he doesn't take medicine, won't he get rid of his illness?

His illness is not good... Isn't it right to take Huo Wujiu to attend the Queen's Qianqiu Banquet as it should be?

——

From this day on, Jiang Suizhou took a break at the mansion as a matter of course.

Many courtiers in the middle and lower courts gave him gifts of condolences, and even the later master also rewarded him with the imperial doctor, who was aptly called to treat him.

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

However, Jiang Suizhou was seriously ill. The imperial doctor said when he went back, it was His Royal Highness King Jing that was really useless, and he would be showered for half of his life in the spring rain. He was so happy that the Lord would reward him with a bunch of unsatisfactory things the next day. With the gold and silver jewels, Jiang Suizhou can only take care of his life and rest.

And Ji You, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, also knew that the errand he assigned to Jiang Suizhou caused him to catch a cold and become ill. That day Jiang Suizhou asked Meng Qianshan to bring a letter to Ji You, and Ji You was rather guilty. He asked Meng Qianshan to bring back several books of wild history, and he had the right to apologize.

Jiang Suizhou couldn't laugh or cry, so Meng Qianshan hurriedly put away the broken books and went to places he couldn't see.

On the second day, his fever subsided, but the wind chill was still not healed.

Jiang Suizhou has never been so uncomfortable with a cold.

The original owner must have had a particularly fragile respiratory system. Once he caught a cold, he felt extremely uncomfortable from his throat and even his lungs. Because of his poor health, he has been repeated these days. After a while, he was as cold as freezing, and then he had a low-grade fever.

Jiang Suizhou was tossed to the death, and he didn't forget to ask Meng Qianshan secretly if he wanted to move Huo Wujiu out, so as to save him from getting sick.

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

After all, now, the post master and Pang Shao have completely believed that he is a broken sleeve, and even think that he is a broken sleeve who likes to play some excitement. In this case, he didn't need to keep Huo Wujiu here every day, and let him sit on the couch every day for nothing.

But Meng Qianshan shook his head again and again.

Hearing Jiang Suizhou's words like this, he smiled so badly.

"No, Hoff is not afraid of this." He relied on Huo Wujiu not to be in the room at this time, and said very quietly to Jiang Suizhou.

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

I saw Meng Qianshan and said, "You don't know! Madam Huo discovered the day you fell ill. When the slave came in, Madam Huo kept holding your hand until you woke up!"

Speaking of this, Meng Qianshan had already laughed extremely happily.

Jiang Suizhou was a little speechless.

He probably had an impression... but it wasn't that Huo Wujiu shook his hand, but that he held Huo Wujiu.

However, he said that Meng Qianshan would not believe it. Even if Huo Wujiu was abolished from martial arts, he couldn't get rid of his fever, right?

Just listen to Meng Qianshan grinningly and then said: "Master, I think Madam Huo treats you somewhat...ah! It's really sincere, Jinshi is open!"

Jiang Suizhou calmed down and drove him away.

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

Seeing the triumphant back of Meng Qianshan's spring breeze, Jiang Suizhou gritted his teeth and shook his head, only to temporarily suppress the idea of ​​moving Huo Wujiu away.

Although his illness has been repeated, he is getting better day by day.

The postmaster originally sent an imperial doctor, but then there was no more movement. But I didn't expect that within a few days, another imperial doctor from the palace would come.

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

The one invited by the Lord before and after, only had a pulse. Seeing that Jiang Suizhou was seriously ill, he left.

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

Jiang Suizhou guessed that Pang Shao sent 80% of this imperial physician.

The postmaster just wanted to watch Jiang Suizhou get sick. He was ill, and the postmaster was happy and would not let him go anymore. But Pang Shao was different. He was staring at Jiang Suizhou, to see how his body was, to see when he would be better, and to see if he would take this to make other moves.

Jiang Suizhou is extremely tired of such surveillance.

But the doctor couldn't get rid of it, and he would come once every few days.

Until this day.

This is the third time this imperial doctor has come. After consulting Jiang Suizhou, the emperor smiled quite meaningfully and said: "The prince is recovering well, and he will probably be fine in two or three days. Just four days later, it will be the Emperor’s Qianqiu Banquet, your Majesty. I am thinking about you every day. You must be able to go here, and your Majesty will not be disappointed."

After speaking, he walked away.

Jiang Suizhou sat on the bed by himself, and his breath was not stable.

He knew that this was Pang Shao 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 the latter master.

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

Jiang Suizhou glanced at the medicine, then averted his gaze.

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

It's better not to drink this medicine, the health is not good, the big deal is to get sick for a few days, it is better than the group of people succeeded, and then Huo Wujiu was humiliated by them.

Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou said lightly to Meng Qianshan: "Let it go, this king will drink it soon."

Meng Qianshan looked at him carefully.

He knew that the master was not in a good mood at the moment, and he was impatient to drink medicine. However, because Jiang Suizhou was very active in taking medicine during this period, except for the first time, he did not express rejection.

Meng Qianshan was also relieved of him. Hearing what he said, he obediently put the medicine aside and stepped back.

Only him and Huo Wujiu were left in the room.

Jiang Suizhou glanced at Huo Wujiu, and saw him sitting quietly alone in the distance, turning his head down.

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

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

He saw Jiang Suizhou unconsciously, wearing thin bedding, holding medicine with one hand, and walking towards the purple sand basin with landscape trees planted in the corner.

Jiang Suizhou said in his heart that as long as he pours medicine for two days to ensure that his broken body will recur, if he wants to go to the Qianqiu Banquet, he can only be carried away.

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

But when he was about to pour the concoction, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Suizhou turned around and saw Huo Wujiu appear next to him at some point.

He was sitting in a wheelchair and clamped Jiang Suizhou's wrist with one hand, so that his hand could not be rebound. Although he raised his head to look at him, his sharp black eyes were cold and awe-inspiring.

Seeing Jiang Suizhou inexplicably guilty.

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

Jiang Suizhou calmed his mind and said coldly: "It's troublesome. Get out of it."

Huo Wujiu's hand didn't let go.

"Drink."

The declarative sentence came out of his mouth, especially like an order.

"Are you talking to this king?" Jiang Suizhou showed a fierce attitude towards Qianshan, with cold brows, looking down at him arrogantly.

Huo Wujiu didn't say a word, but the strength of his men was heavier. He abruptly pulled Jiang Suizhou's hand back inch by inch, holding his wrist, forcing him to carry the medicine back in front of him.

He was clearly using actions, ordering him word by word to drink the medicine.

The bitterness came over.

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

Jiang Suizhou's heart was inexplicably aggrieved.

The latter hated him, and he knew that he had been humiliated from here to now, and he could bear it a long time ago.

He also knows that being sick is uncomfortable. Since this period of time, he has been sick to death every day. He has grown up so old that he has never had such a long and difficult disease.

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

What is he afraid of? Isn't it afraid that the ancestor in front of him will be humiliated and put on his account, so that he can pay with his fate?

He gave a cold laugh.

"General Huo, why do you pour medicine when I am?" he said.

Huo Wujiu didn't say a word, but quietly held his wrist and confronted him in silence.

Jiang Suizhou continued: "Have you heard what the doctor said just now? Why does he always come to see this king, and why does he remind this king like that? Because the emperor said, his thousand autumn banquet, let this king bring you to attend, he want to see you."

It's been a long time since Jiang Suizhou said such a long sentence in a series, and Jiang Suizhou's aura couldn't come up. When he said this, his throat coughed a few times.

He resisted, and then said: "He sees you, what is the picture, don't you need to say it? Although the king doesn't want to care, but he doesn't want to lose such a face in front of the officials. I fell this thing and became sick. For a few days, it will be good for you and me, understand?"

After saying this, Jiang Suizhou took a few breaths very hard before he evened his breath.

He lowered his eyes to Huo Wugui.

Seeing Huo Wujiu raising his eyes, looking at him lightly, his expression was still extremely calm as he finished speaking.

Huo Wujiu opened his mouth quietly after he drew his breath.

"I know." He said. "So, the medicine is drunk."

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

I saw those dark eyes, steady and quiet.

He clearly couldn't stand up anymore. In an enemy country, he was a prisoner of war trampled on by everyone, but his eyes made people feel reassuringly powerful inexplicably.

"It won't take my life, I have nothing to worry about. If he lets go, I will just go." He said.

After a pause, Huo Wujiu spoke a little awkwardly.

"So, don't be afraid."