After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Perhaps before today, Zhou's doctor's understanding of the term "desperado" had only stopped literally.

But today, he finally understands deeply what a "desperado" is.

The man on the couch was obviously injured. He had lost most of his life, his pulse and breath were weak, but he could still ignore it. He calmly let himself remove the carrion, sprinkle the powdered medicine on him, and have time to remind himself. , Don't think of playing tricks, steal the antidote from him in advance.

Zhou Fu doctor naturally didn't dare to give him medicine tremblingly.

The robes on his upper body were removed, and the eyes were full of whiplashes on his tightly muscular body. The heavy torture is so severe that the skin is already covered with flesh, and the new wounds are superimposed on the old ones. Xu was because the torture instrument was dipped in salt water, and the wounds were hardly scabs, and they were vaguely festering.

The disaster of more than a month in prison, from his body alone, we can see how many years have passed.

If this injury was put on someone else, even if it didn't hurt to death, it would have been immobile long ago. For this person, if he doesn't look at his face when he wears his robe, it's as if he isn't hurt.

Zhou Fu doctor has been in medicine for so many years, and he has never seen such a cruel person.

People who say that they are cruel to themselves will never be merciless to others. Therefore, Zhou's doctor did not doubt the authenticity of the other party's prescription of medicines to himself, so he had to admit his fate.

The process of applying medicine is quite long. It wasn't until Huo Wujiu's upper body was almost covered with gauze that it came to an end.

"Your injury is too serious and you have lost your vitality and blood. After that, the wound has healed, and you are not allowed to become inflamed and feverish. In severe cases, it will endanger your life. If you are a small one, I will prescribe a few oral medicines for you. You..."

Huo Wugui, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted him.

"Look at my legs." He said.

Doctor Zhou was interrupted, and he was stunned before he realized what he was saying.

However, before he could react, Huo Wujiu had quietly leaned down, pulling up his robe with one hand and his trouser legs with the other.

It was a pair of slender and straight legs that looked full of strength.

However, under the scars and blood stains, a terrifying wound with deep bones can be clearly seen.

That is the wound left by cutting the flesh and blood and severing the meridians.

Doctor Zhou Fu only glanced at it, and then staggered his eyes in a panic. Although he was good at medical skills, he was not a peerless genius doctor. This kind of injury...just one glance, he knew that medicine stone has no cure.

He looked at Huo Wugui.

I saw those deep black eyes, quietly looking at the bleeding wound.

The calmness made Zhou's doctors scared.

"Can you still stand up?" He heard Huo Wugui ask like this.

The Zhou Fu doctor pondered tremblingly for a moment, and said carefully: "The small one should bandage your leg as well. If the wound is ulcerated, it will be difficult to handle."

He carefully bypassed Huo Wujiu's questioning, and he could be regarded as telling him that there was no help.

Huo Wujiu did not speak.

After a while, he hummed, let go of the cloth in his hand, sat up, and leaned back on the back of the wheelchair.

He was extremely quiet.

The Zhou Fu doctor did not dare to look at his face again, but before bowing to apply medicine to his leg, he saw his hand on his knee.

The meridians on the back of the hand bulged, and the five fingers tightened, tearing the old wounds in the palm of the hand.

—

After Jiang Suizhou said those words, he obviously felt the satisfaction of the posterity.

In other words, what the postmaster is satisfied with is not what he said, but the unhappiness on his face when he speaks.

The latter seems to be particularly malicious towards him, and he especially likes to base his happiness on his pain.

After Jiang Suizhou agreed, the matter came to an end. Then the Lord seemed to have no interest in the court anymore. Several officials had the intention to play. After listening with interest, he waved his hand and said that it was for Da Situ to decide.

This court seemed to have become Pang Shao's territory.

Therefore, the early dynasty did not last long, and ended in the yawn of the latter.

Jiang Suizhou followed the officials out of the Guangyuan Hall and pursed his lips.

He really didn't expect that the purpose of the latter's coming up to court was to taunt him.

But for the moment, the posterity hates Huo Wujiu, and at the same time, his attitude towards himself is not much better. Now that he Jiang Suizhou and Huo Wujiu are tied to a rope, the postmaster wants to vent his anger, which is a lot easier.

Jiang Suizhou lowered his eyes and walked down the stairs step by step.

Originally, he thought that he had already started the game with death, but he didn't expect that he would still be struggling to such a degree.

At this moment, someone passed by him.

"The prince's move is really chilling!" The voice was old and gloomy.

Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes and saw a veteran with white beard and hair walking two or three feet away.

As soon as he turned his head, Jiang Suizhou was stunned.

…The portraits in historical materials are so similar to me!

That person was the only good minister who had made great achievements at the end of Jing Mo, too often to make Qi Min.

This person was a three-generation veteran of the Jing Dynasty. He was honest and upright. He was a rare official in the late Jing Dynasty who dared to stand up against Pang Shao.

Jiang Suizhou looked at him in a daze, and said nothing for a while. But Qi Min didn't show mercy to him. He glanced at him, brushed his sleeves, and said: "How can the prince put the painstaking efforts of the colleagues in the Ministry of Rites to others for the sake of his own face!"

After speaking, he will go away.

Jiang Suizhou recovered.

…Unexpectedly, his guess at the court just now was actually true.

Although he seems to be just a idle prince, the silent courtiers in the court seem to regard him as the backbone of him. Now Qi Min's words fully confirmed his conjecture.

Seeing that Qi Min was about to walk away, Jiang Suizhou rushed forward in two steps and spoke in a hurry.

"Too often Ling thinks, is this king just for his own face?" He said solemnly.

After confirming this, Jiang Suizhou knew that at this moment, he definitely couldn't say nothing or do nothing.

The ministers form partisans, and they all have a purpose. They secretly gathered under their own command, and even Qi Min dripped this muddy water, presumably their eighth goal was to fight Pang Shao.

After that, he still had to get along with these people for three years. If he didn't comfort them, he wouldn't have to wait until Huo Wujiu beheaded him, and he would die in the court battle first.

so…

What we have to do now is to fool them first.

For example, the Qi Min in front of him, although he was an old minister of the three dynasties and worshipped too often, but in the final analysis, he was just an official in charge of the ancestral temple etiquette. This kind of high-ranking official has no real power even though he is in a high position.

Such a person is better to scare.

Sure enough, Qi Min paused when he heard Jiang Suizhou's words and slowed down.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Suizhou sneered quickly and put on an inscrutable tone.

"The Great Situ can openly manipulate your majesty to compete with this king in the court today. In the future, will he not have the ability to do other tricks?" he said. "The construction of the ancestral temple is related to the ancestors and ancestors. If something happens here, it will be too often. It is not something you and I can afford."

Sure enough, Qi Min didn't say anything.

Jiang Suizhou gave a faint smile, quickened his pace, and passed by him.

"Too often, the king's plan is not to protect one's face." He said.

"It's to protect your lives."

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He put down such a meaningful sentence, and walked away without turning his head back.

After all, it is the best result if the words are half unclear, and speciously letting the other party ponder and speculate.

What's more, the other party is still a conservative old man.

When he was on the carriage waiting outside Kaiyangmen, Jiang Suizhou secretly turned his head and saw Qi Min standing in front of Zhengyangmen with a solemn expression of what he was thinking.

…I was really fooled by him.

Jiang Suizhou's mouth couldn't help but smile a little.

Although he is now in a dead end, there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, and everyone can kill him, but it seems to be quite interesting to make fun of it.

For example, after frightening the great loyal minister with a long history and letting the old man go home, he couldn't eat well for a few days because of his ambiguity.

This feeling is quite strange.

Although he originally chose to stay in school because he wanted to be a salted fish disguised as a senior intellectual, his hobby was to study history.

After all, the house has been messy since he was a child. His father relied on a little money, and he changed his wife more frequently than he changed the car. Not only did he have more children, he also had his own mother. Those children would hug each other since they were young. Jiang Suizhou was rather miserable. His mother only gave birth to him. He was too quiet to talk.

His father's other children played palace tricks at home, so Jiang Suizhou hid in the room and read by himself.

However, books are books after all, just words. Now, he can actually watch those people who are in the history books, thousands of years ago, coming and going in front of him, it seems... quite interesting.

Jiang Suizhou has always had fun in hardship.

So he put down the curtain in a good mood and sat back.

As the carriage set off, he made plans in his heart while looking at the scenery outside through the floating curtains.

The Minister of the Korean Central Government cannot neglect, but the most important thing is Huo Wujiu in his mansion. He traveled from the future, and he has seen spoilers, knowing that no matter how much they fight, they will perish in three years.

In this case, it doesn't make much sense to fight Pang Shao to the death. Therefore, he only needs to appease them and fool them over the past three years.

The carriage swayed slowly, Lin Lin walked through the wide streets of Lin'an, turned into Qinghefang, and stopped in front of Jingwang's Mansion.

Jiang Suizhou got out of the carriage and went to Anyintang where he lived.

His official position is leisurely, and he doesn't have to go to Yamen for work early this day. He wanted to rush to King Jing's study, look through the letters and books in his room, and learn more.

But at the door of Anyintang, a weeping maid stopped in front of him.

"...The prince!" The maid looked up at her exquisite dress, who must be the close maid.

"Mrs. Gu was wronged this morning, she is crying at this time, and asks the Lord to be the master!"

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.

...What Mrs. Gu?

He frowned and said solemnly. "...What's the matter?"

The maid said hurriedly: "The new lady Huo who entered the house this morning moved into the yard and happened to ran into my master. The master just wentssiping with him a few words, and he moved with the master. He hurt the master. !"

Jiang Suizhou's originally relaxed expression became a little bit stiff in the words of the maid.

...He didn't expect that the original owner not only married Huo Wujiu, but there were other concubines in the backyard.

He didn't even expect that men and men would actually have a family fight.