After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Jiang Suizhou involuntarily took half a step back, and the red hijab fell to the ground.

He felt his heart beating wildly in shock, and even the blood in his ears was throbbing.

...just a look.

His eyebrows are sharp and low, making his eyes look extraordinarily cold, with a bit of undisguised murderousness and ruthlessness.

In a trance, Jiang Suizhou seemed to see a dying beast. Although it was prostrate in front of him, it seemed to rush at any time, bite his throat, and die with him.

There was a bloody smell mixed with the sweet scent of red candles in the air, and it also carried a bit of the rotten and cold smell of the prison cell.

Now, without asking, he knew who this person was.

...Isn't it the Great Liang God of War who was abused and crippled by the empress of Nanjing, whose head will be cut off three years later and left to dry on the city wall?

Jiang Suizhou pursed his lips, and suddenly wanted to apologize to his student.

Let him go back, please, he wants to go.

Jiang Suizhou paused in place, while Meng Qianshan next to him was about to go crazy.

What are you doing, my lord!He lifted the hijab, but threw the hijab away. At this time, he didn't say a word, and stared at him coldly.

Meng Qianshan took a cautious look at Huo Wujiu.

He used to only hear that the only son of the Marquis of Dingbei was a young hero rarely seen in the world, but now it seems that this is really the case.After the emperor captured him, he went down to the dungeon in the palace.It used to be that people locked up there would be tortured to death within three days.

And this Mrs. Huo has been in there for more than a month.

His lips were abnormally white at the moment, and there were still bruises and dried blood on the corners of his lips.Not to mention, he was really good-looking, with profound facial features, and a bold and aggressive look, he looked like a general planning a strategy.Even though she was injured, she didn't look embarrassed, on the contrary, she felt a bit more decadent and vulnerable.

Under the wedding dress, there were still clear scars, the tip of the iceberg was exposed at the neckline, and the fiery red robe was stained with a dark red that was not obvious.

Now, even if Meng Qianshan knew that he was going to bend his elbow to his master, he could not help feeling sorry for Mrs. Huo.

He decided to take a risk and smooth things over.

Thinking of this, Meng Qianshan bowed cautiously and brought Jiang Suizhou a cup of wine.

"My lord." He bowed beside Jiang Suizhou.

Jiang Suizhou looked sideways, and saw two gold cups containing wine on the tray held by Meng Qianshan.

He really needs to suppress the shock.

So, he picked up one of the glasses, raised his head, and drank the wine in the glass.

Meng Qianshan's eyeballs were about to pop out.

……Why!Lord!Hejiu, that is Hejiu!

Meng Qianshan looked at Jiang Suizhou in panic, and then at Huo Wujiu.

One of the two looked indifferent like a sculpture, and the other was cold and arrogant like a king of hell, forcibly blocking the words he wanted to say back into his throat.

At this moment, he saw his master turned around and put the gold cup back on the tray.

"Back off," he said.

Meng Qianshan was taken aback: "Here, master..."

His master gave him a casual look, and the dancing candlelight shone on the little mole at the corner of his eye.

"Go back."

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After drinking a glass of wine, Jiang Suizhou finally calmed down.

Up to now, he can be absolutely sure that he entered the unofficial history described in the student's thesis and became the unlucky prince who married Huo Wujiu.

After confirming this, he calmed down a little.

After all, the person I dressed up would die early no matter what.It was a good thing for him to be killed by Huo Wujiu.

After all, diseases cannot be controlled, but the relationship between people can be changed.

Huo Wujiu is an upright figure in history no matter what.He conquered the world, but his uncle took the throne. After his uncle died, his uncle's son inherited the throne, but he led the army back to Yangguan alone, and guarded there all his life.

Thinking about it, he is a loyal person, if he does not insult him, but respects him a little, after three years, he will definitely not kill himself.

only……

He looked at Huo Wujiu.

Now his identity is the prince of Nanjing, and Huo Wuyu in front of him should be an enemy and a traitor to the party.

If he deliberately showed his favor when he came up, it would definitely arouse people's suspicion, and it would be counterproductive.

and so……

Jiang Suizhou took a slow breath and spoke coldly.

"It smells like blood, it smells disgusting." He sneered and said.

Although he said that his family was not very happy since he was a child, his family education was quite strict, so he was polite and polite since he was a child, and he never said such words to others.

Therefore, as soon as the words came out, they were somewhat rusty and awkward, and lacked confidence.

However, fortunately, his voice is cold, and he has a condescending arrogance, so he can barely cover it up and talk to others.

Huo Wujiu didn't bother him.

He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly at the red hijab that fell on the ground.

Very cold, with inherent arrogance.It was clearly a look of resignation to disposition, but it was so awe-inspiring that people didn't dare to step forward at all.

Jiang Suizhou stabilized his mind, and then spoke.

"Just after being dragged out of the prison, you sent it to this king? Brother Huang, how can you be a king without taboos of meat and vegetables, and think that this king can still eat it?"

He tried his best to say some harsh words, and the words were so awkward that his back shivered a little.

Huo Wujiu's eyes moved away from the red hijab on the ground, and swept across Jiang Suizhou lightly.

I saw the man standing in the light, with his back straight and his eyes cold.Those fox eyes with upturned tails were quite sparkling under the red candle, and the red dress set off the little red mole at the tail of his eyes even more bewitching.

The tone was quite fierce, but it was awkwardly fierce, even with a sense of apology and shame, as if he had never been fierce before.

He has fought against Nanjing many times, so he has naturally heard the name of His Highness Prince Jing.

A sick seedling, born of a disastrous concubine to the country, with a stomach full of bad water, is by no means a good bird.

Prince Jing is a sinister and vicious person, and he has long been famous.As early as when he was twelve or thirteen years old and still the prince, there were always corpses dragged out of his palace, and the dead faces were not very good-looking.After he suddenly opened his eyes and became a broken sleeve, many male pets in the back house told him to play to death, and now there are not many left alive.

But now it seems...

Exaggerated.

On the other hand, Jiang Suizhou was only thinking about his own words, and didn't notice Huo Wujiu's fleeting look.

He paused, then continued.

"I'll find a doctor to show you tomorrow. Even if you're going to die, don't die with me." He said, turning around. "From now on, just stay honest and don't cause trouble for me."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Suizhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

...Should be fierce enough, right?

It is necessary to maintain the viciousness towards the enemy without really hurting him, but also to find out the reason and heal his injury.

It's really hard.

Naturally, he wanted to treat Huo Wujiu tonight.

After all, he has only just come out of prison, and the master will definitely not extend his medical treatment to him.Although skin trauma is not fatal, it is not easy to delay.Besides, as a modern person who has never seen any bloody scenes, Jiang Suizhou was a little startled even when he smelled the blood on Huo Wujiu's body.

But he knew, no.

As the only prince in the court, he still doesn't know who are the people in the mansion.That's why, he just wanted to screen everyone out.

As soon as people from the enemy country were sent in, it was naturally unreasonable for him to rush to treat the wounded of the other party.But if the two of them spend the night alone, and then ask a doctor for each other tomorrow, the reason is enough.

and so……

Jiang Suizhou looked around without a trace.

This is the auditorium specially used for weddings in the mansion, except for the red lacquered and gold-rimmed babu bed, there is only a narrow couch for people to lie on.

There is no other place to sleep.

The couch was exquisite and unique, with four corners carved, and the total width was no more than two stiles. Compared with furniture, it was more like an ornament.

There was a sense of resignation in Jiang Suizhou's eyes.

He knew that tonight, he could only spend the night on this couch.

Before he stepped forward, he still didn't forget to turn around and give Huo Wujiu a cold look.

"Go and lie on the bed, stay away from me, and don't let the smell of your blood get to me." He said.

He didn't know that this condescending and haughty appearance, coupled with his overly delicate face, was more or less seductive under the flickering red candle.

After saying this, Jiang Suizhou turned around, went straight to the couch and lay down.

It's about to spend the night there.

He was facing the wall, but he didn't realize that after he lay down, Huo Wujiu's eyes fell on his back.

The cold scrutiny is as cold as a knife blade buried in the ice and snow of Yangguan.

After a while, Huo Wujiu looked away.

He lowered his eyes, slowly turned over his left hand that had been on his knee, and spread out his palm.

That hand was stained with blood.As the red candle flickered, what was held in the palm of his hand was a piece of wood as sharp as a blade.

It was on the way he came, and he forcibly broke it off the inner wall of the sedan chair.

Originally, this piece of wood should have cut Prince Jing's throat at any opportunity he could seize just now.

but……

He glanced lightly at Jiang Suizhou's back.

Just now, the moment he was about to kill the opponent, he met those eyes.

Clear, clean, but very flustered, as if frightened by himself.

Huo Wujiu closed his eyes.

The wood chip was clearly gripped into the flesh and blood, but at that moment he couldn't let it go.

He never seemed to have a penchant for bullying.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, put his hands on both sides of the wheelchair, and with a little effort, he moved himself from the wheelchair to the bed.

The pain all over his body was pulled, causing his muscles to tremble uncontrollably.But he didn't notice it at all, and with a slight movement of his hands, he hid the blood-stained piece of wood under the bed with the slight sound of the cloth when he moved his body.

His gaze swept over Jiang Suizhou, and he saw that he didn't seem to be lying very comfortably, his back was stiff, and he seemed to be forcing himself to sleep.

……laugh.

Huo Wujiu indifferently withdrew his gaze.