After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Although I felt that Huo Wujiu was a little inexplicable, Jiang Suizhou returned to Anyin Hall that day.

He didn't want to stay with Gu Changyun for a long time, and stayed there all the time purely because he couldn't get up. Today is finally a little better, and naturally I want to return to my own turf.

——Although I have to face Huo Wujiu's stinky face.

He didn't know where he got Huo Wujiu, but he didn't care about this person because he was always sunny and rainy, with an unpredictable bad temper.

When he returned to Anyintang, he and Huo Wujiao were on the same side as before, and he didn't provoke anyone.

He was also quietly waiting for the arrangement of himself and the two staff to take effect.

Sure enough, since he fell ill, the imperial physician has been sent to the palace. But the imperial doctor only said that he was sick because of weakness and palpitations, but he couldn't cure it. He even took the bitter medicine for a few days, but it didn't get better.

It didn't work to cure it. Gradually, the news that the imperial doctor brought back to the palace became stale.

He told the later master that the illness of His Royal Highness King Jing made his health deteriorating, and now he can only rest in bed, perhaps because the illness came so urgently and hurt the foundation, which made His Royal Highness King Jing’s poor health and health worse. .

For the posterity, this is more of a joy than the New Year.

Naturally, happiness alone is not as good as everyone's happiness. After learning about this, he immediately told the imperial physician that there was no need for treatment, but he must go to Prince Jing’s Mansion again, and inadvertently revealed the matter to His Royal Highness Jing, telling him that his fragile body might take some time. Days are running out.

The imperial physician naturally followed suit.

So, early that morning, when the imperial physician from the palace diagnosed Jiang Suizhou's pulse, he showed a hesitant expression.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Suizhou saw his pretentious dignified look at a glance, and asked in a cold voice, leaning on the head of the bed.

Seeing that the doctor sighed, he stopped talking for a while, then sighed and knelt down in front of Jiang Suizhou.

"Although the minister is unwilling to speak frankly, but..." He sighed. "It's better for the minister to stop the medicine for the prince."

Jiang Suizhou's heart was clear.

Sure enough, this serious doctor still couldn't deal with a wild way like Gu Changyun. Presumably, the emperor found out that he could not cure his own disease, so he ran to tell the posterity and received the order of the posterity, so he doesn't need to heal himself anymore.

Then, the notice of hiring a doctor can also be posted.

Even the dead men who brought Xu Du to support him can be used as small servants and sent out a few to seek medical advice in remote places.

Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou felt comfortable, but he put on an impatient look on his face, frowning and asking, "Stop it for what?"

The doctor gave him a cautious look.

"It's..." He stammered, not knowing how to say it.

Jiang Suizhou frowned: "This king doesn't like to listen to nonsense."

That doctor is slanderous. I know that you don't like to listen to nonsense, but I am afraid that this concise truth will not be accepted by you.

He was heartbroken and cautiously said: "It is true that the prince is very ill, he has been injured and cannot be cured again."

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.

Um? Gu Changyun's medicine is so good that he fooled the old oil from the hospital?

He only looked at the doctor, but didn't notice. Hearing this, Huo Wujiu who was not far away suddenly raised his head, frowning and looking in his direction.

I saw that the imperial doctor stammered and continued: "The prince also... does not need to be treated. There are any replenishing herbs, bird's nest and ginseng, you can just eat it, maybe you can... can..."

"What can I do?" Jiang Suizhou frowned.

The imperial doctor swallowed and spoke out what the postmaster had told him.

"It can last a few more years."

The voice fell, and the room fell into a dead silence.

The imperial doctor touched the floor with his head and did not dare to move.

After a long time, he heard Jiang Suizhou's trembling voice.

"Go away," he said.

The doctor was taken aback and looked up at him blankly.

I saw Jiang Suizhou on the bed, with a frosty face, condescending, squeezing out a few words from his teeth.

"Get out."

The imperial doctor seemed to have taken his life, and ran out on the ground.

Only Jiang Suizhou and Huo Wujiao were left in the room for a while.

Huo Wujiu's brows frowned tightly.

......What did the imperial doctor just say?

He stared at Jiang Suizhou closely.

I saw Jiang Suizhou sitting on the bed, raising his hand and rubbing his forehead, seeming to suppress some emotions, his mouth twitched, almost trembling.

Just because he lived with Gu Changyun for a few days, he...

Huo Wujiu's hands on his knees clenched tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands appeared.

He could no longer complain about ridiculing Jiang Suizhou's wreckage.

Now he wants to take care of Gu Changyun, and hates that he is physically disabled and useless, so he can't turn the world up and find a doctor who can cure him for Jiang Suizhou.

He stared at his hand.

He suddenly wanted to take the initiative to contact Ji Hongcheng, risk finding Lou Yue ahead of time, and using the life-saving grace as a threat, he would kill a **** road ahead of time.

——

Meng Qianshan at the door hurried in and knelt down in front of Jiang Suizhou's bed.

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback by him.

No wonder he was distracted, it was the performance of the imperial doctor that surprised him too much. He and Gu Changyun originally wanted to fool him for a while, but they never thought it would have such a good effect.

Even makes people think that he is running out of time?

Jiang Suizhou wanted to laugh.

He saw Meng Qianshan kneeling in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Master!" He was sad.

Jiang Suizhou shocked him. For a while, he felt that he was no longer a living person, but a tablet on the bed.

"Hold back." He frowned.

Meng Qianshan hurriedly wiped his tears, but the tears were wiped more and more, and there was no head at all.

"Master, I can definitely find a doctor who can cure you!" he cried. "If you have any shortcomings, the minion won't live anymore. When you get to the bottom, the minion will wait for you..."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Suizhou made him cry loudly.

"Okay, you will go out in a while, find people to give this king a list, and send some more people to the surrounding counties and counties to find a doctor." He commanded. "Anyone who has good medical skills, some reputation and unruly ways, will definitely bring them back. Understand?"

Meng Qianshan nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Suizhou grabbed a silk handkerchief and fluttered it lightly on his face.

"If you understand, do it, don't cry in mourning in front of this king." He said.

Meng Qianshan sobbed and nodded, wiped his tears and ran out to work.

Jiang Suizhou looked at his back with amusement.

Although he said that his "death" was false, Meng Qianshan's reaction... still moved him.

He retracted his gaze, and Yu Guang just hit Huo Wujiu.

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback, then turned to look at Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu frowned and looked at him with heavy eyes.

There was no one else in the room. Jiang Suizhou was stunned, then he chuckled, curled his lips and smiled: "You also think I'm going to die?"

Huo Wujiu frowned and looked him up and down.

After a while, he said slowly, "Don't worry too much. The intractable diseases that the Beijing imperial physicians have seen are rare. Just listen to what they say."

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback for a moment before he seemed to realize that Huo Wujiu thought that he was a little out of order because of anger.

He was stunned. Just about to speak, he saw Huo Wujiu walking into him in a wheelchair, and said lightly, "I can heal you anyway."

Jiang Suizhou was a little shocked for a while.

I don't know if it was his illusion, he actually heard a clear affirmation from Huo Wugui's mouth, as if to assure him something.

At this moment, he was clearly just a prisoner...

Jiang Suizhou didn't know what plans Huo Wujiu had made in this very short period of time.

He advanced all the step-by-step plans that he had arranged in his heart, and changed a safe and safe road into a thorny shortcut.

And all this is to break free from the cage in advance, and step into the **** mud of all the enemies who deceived him and insult him. The sword guides Jing court, by the way... By the way, search the world and find someone who can save this stupid and weak King Jing. The man who killed him.

...Just by the way.

Jiang Suizhou didn't know this, but inexplicably felt the firmness in his tone.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke slowly. What he said made him feel a little out of bounds.

"Of course I will be fine." He said.

"...I can heal you too, believe it or not?"

——

After that day, Jiang Suizhou recovered from his illness in peace of mind.

His appearance was too pleasant, and within two days, Huo Wujiu saw the clues. He looked like this, obviously not like a terminally ill, but like a hunter guarding the sinking side, waiting comfortably for the prey to be hooked.

And why did he do this?

Huo Wujiu always remembered what he said to himself that day.

He said he would heal himself, and he asked himself whether he believed it or not.

Huo Wujiu would not fail to guess the meaning, but for the first time, he, who had always been daring, did not dare to guess in the depths.

How could anyone hurt his body in order to seek medical treatment for him?

This kind of thought is like a jumping animal, running rampant in his heart. He was so flustered that he had to hurriedly put the little thing in the cage, and found a corner to stuff it in.

This is the first time in his life that he has done such a cowardly act.

The Palace of Prince Jing is peaceful and stable, but the Ministry of Rites has been in turmoil in the past few days.

The Criminal Ministry thoroughly investigated Ji You, but only found out that he was embezzled and could not find out where the money went. Therefore, in accordance with the custom of the imperial court, these days, all officials from the Ministry of Rites who had been in contact with the Qianqiu Banquet were investigated by the officials of the Ministry of Justice.

Few people in the court hall are spotlessly clean, not to mention that this case was investigated by His Majesty himself, and no one dared to be negligent.

These smashed pond fishes have some small calculations in their minds, and they have to hide themselves under such investigations for fear of being caught.

Jing Wangfu is not immune.

After investigating all the way, an official finally went to the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion.

Everyone in the court knew that King Jing had been in poor health for a while and had been recuperating at the mansion. There was also a sound of wind, saying that His Royal Highness King Jing was very ill this time, maybe it will be fatal.

Naturally, the official didn't dare to touch King Jing's mold. When he arrived at his mansion, he asked for a routine question, and then left.

After all, King Jing is not short of money, so what does he greedy for money? Even if you are greedy for these four to five thousand taels, your majesty will never blame him in terms of brotherhood.

The official just wanted to go through the scene.

Unexpectedly, he had just left the Anyin Hall of King Jing this day and passed by the garden of King Jing's Mansion, and he heard a depressed voice in Xianli, with a bit of aura, passed into his ears.

"Is this to blame? Isn't it because the prince set up a house outside and raised a small one? I don't know where the prince got the silver, and he built a ‘golden house’ for that little fox Meizi!"

The official of the Criminal Ministry paused and looked in that direction.

In the corner of the garden, a beautiful young man dressed in red was standing in the corner with his hips akimbo, whispering anger at the maid beside him.

The author has something to say: Jiang Suizhou: Speaking of this good internal helper, we still have to look at our Changjun...

Huo Wujiu shook his wheelchair and walked out with a dark face.

Jiang Suizhou: Why are you going?

Huo Wujiu: Kill the dog emperor and serve you as a good helper.