After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine - Chapter 2

[chapter 2]

The pain spread from the palm of his hand to his central nervous system, and he suddenly felt the pain in the spiritual platform, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

Even, his eyes seemed to be cold for a moment because of the pain, which scared the eunuch in front of him.

…he does seem to have somehow become an ancient.

That person should be a prince and nobleman, in the last years of the Jing Dynasty. As for the rest…he didn’t know anything about it.

Oh, and he knew one more thing.

That man took a concubine today. But because now he has become him, the concubine has also become himself.

This is all the information he got, and the eunuch in front of him with a smile all over his face is still standing here with his knees bent, waiting for him to enter the bridal chamber.

Jiang Suizhou’s head was about to explode.

…what’s the matter!

His heart was busy, but there was no sign on his face.

The eunuch seemed to be in a hurry, the smile on his face was a bit bitter, he lowered his voice, and his tone became a bitter consolation.

“Master, the servant knows that you are unwilling, but after all, it is the emperor’s order…” he advised. “Even if you don’t like it, just go and have a walk! That one… I heard that the martial arts have been abolished long ago, and now one is disabled. It is very safe, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

… Abolished other people’s martial arts and became disabled?

Jiang Suizhou’s eyes were a little weird.

It’s still a show of bribery.

He only knew that in the last years of the Jing Dynasty, the court was corrupt, and the emperor was confused, especially the emperor Jingyou, the queen of Jing, who was notoriously absurd and confused. According to historical records, he was obsessed with beauty, played with the government as a child’s play, and especially favored foreign relatives, allowing his uncle Pang Shao to cause chaos.

However, the Jing Dynasty did not have many descendants. In the generation of Emperor Jingyou, most of the princes of the same generation died young, except for the only one left, King Jing, who was still a sick child who died at an early age.

Because of this, Jing Chaonan fled for a few years before being destroyed by the rising Liang Dynasty.

Now it seems… he is also a part of this chaotic and debauched court.

Jiang Suizhou felt bitter in his mouth.

What kind of bad deeds did he do to make him change from a social animal with a comfortable life to a prince and aristocrat of a dying dynasty?

Is it because the students were trained a little bit hard just now?

how is this possible.

Just then, there was a call from outside.

“Eunuch Qianshan, the sedan chair has been carried into Yincuixuan!” the maid said.

The eunuch gritted his teeth and raised his voice: “What are you urging!”

The maid quickly closed her voice.

The eunuch turned his head and looked at Jiang Suizhou earnestly, his eyes full of requests.

Jiang Suizhou knew that in this situation, he was bound to face the bridal chamber. However, since the girl who was married was not willing and was disabled, then today’s bridal candle can be easily fooled.

As for the others…

Let’s wait for him to pass today’s hurdle first, and then slowly figure out his own identity and situation, and then make plans.

He hummed softly and stood up.

The eunuch’s eyes lit up and quickly reached out to help him.

Jiang Suizhou was not used to being served like this, but I don’t know if it was an illusion. When he stood up, he only felt that his strength was insufficient, he was very tired, and his head was a little dizzy.

He had to let the eunuch support him.

Walking off the platform, there was a floor-to-ceiling diorama next to him. Jiang Suizhou looked sideways slightly, and saw himself through the mirror.

… He actually looks exactly the same as himself, but he looks two or three years younger, but he looks like twenty-four-five.

His students had praised him for being good-looking before, and said he was good-looking like a villain. Jiang Suizhou didn’t admit it at first, but now, looking at the person in the mirror, Jiang Suizhou also thinks… he

really doesn’t look like a good person.

He was beautiful and cold, and he seemed extremely ruthless. Under the wide sleeves and long hair, it becomes more delicate and aloof. Especially those eyes, the pupils are a little high, and a light glance at people can make people feel cold.

Jiang Suizhou withdrew his gaze, and in the corner of his vision, he saw a little vermilion on the upper eyelid on his left near the end of the eye.

This mole was something he didn’t have before.

However, before he could take a closer look, the eunuch helped him past the mirror and went out the door.

Someone was waiting outside with a thin cloak ready in their hands. Seeing Jiang Suizhou approaching, the man skillfully wrapped the cloak for him.

Jiang Suizhou was puzzled and frowned.

He was already dressed thicker than the people around him, why did he wrap him again?

The eunuch next to him keenly sensed his expression, and hurriedly said: “The wind is strong at night, and the lord can’t stand it, so let’s wear more clothes.”

… lord?

Before Jiang Suizhou came back to his senses, he had been led down the steps and onto the chariot parked in front of the room.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt it. The wind was supposed to be warm, but it felt cold when it blew on him. This is different from being sick, it is more like a congenital deficiency and a low immunity.

Combined with the voice of the prince that the eunuch called just now, Jiang Suizhou felt a little bad.

At the end of the Jing Dynasty, there was only one sick child who could be called “The Prince”.

It was His Royal Highness King Jing whose name and name were erased from the history books, and who only said that he was born with insufficiency and died prematurely due to illness.

When Bu Nian was lifted, Jiang Suizhou felt a little dizzy in his head.

According to the progress of history, he will only survive for three to five years at most, and he will die of illness.

Even if he doesn’t die of illness and Beiliang destroys Jing, he will never leave behind such a remnant of the former dynasty.

Jiang Suizhou stared blankly and slowly leaned back on the chair.

Anyone who suddenly knows that he has not had a few years to live will not be too happy.

After making up his mind, he turned his head and looked at the eunuch who was following Buchan, and decided to confirm with him again.

What did you hear someone call him just now?

“Qianshan.” He called.

Unexpectedly, after hearing him shout like this, the eunuch next to him raised his head in surprise and looked at him blankly.

Jiang Suizhou’s heart skipped a beat.

He knew that this reaction must be because he called it wrong.

In ancient times, those who served in the presence of nobles were determined to be exquisite and keen-minded. As soon as he came, he made such a big mistake, I am afraid…

However, before he finished worrying, the eunuch’s face showed a look of flattery, so much so that he was at a loss.

“Your Highness, please order!” His eyes lit up, like a dog wagging its tail. “You…you still call the servant Meng Qianshan, forget it…”

Jiang Suizhou: “…”

Well, he was overthinking it. This personal entourage of His Royal Highness King Jing seems to be not very smart.

He turned his eyes away, snorted, and said calmly: “How long has she been brought to Prince Jing’s mansion?”

Meng Qianshan didn’t hear the temptation in his words at all, but when the prince was worried about delaying the auspiciousness, he said: ” Don’t worry, my lord, the people from Hof have just arrived. You rush there now, the time is right.”

Seeing that he did not refute the sentence “Prince Jing’s Mansion”, Jiang Suizhou confirmed it.

He has indeed become the short-lived ghost who has not written much in the history books.

But…

he frowned.

Hough people?

This new concubine, surnamed Huo?

Although he knew that the unofficial history was nonsense, he still couldn’t help but remember the content of the student’s paper.

Her legs were broken, she was married into the mansion by King Jing, and her surname was Huo…

How could this new concubine look like General Huo in history?

However, Jiang Suizhou immediately erased the thought.

What are you thinking, the plot of the unofficial history, the TV series dare not act like this, it is just made up for grandstanding, it must not be true.

——Jiang

Suizhou confirmed his guess and closed his mouth. On the other hand, Meng Qianshan, who was next to him, chatted with him all the way.

Jiang Suizhou gradually saw that this subordinate with a weak mind must be left out in the cold on weekdays. Today, by accident, I was kind to him, and he started to have fun.

Be silly.

Hearing him ramble along the way, Jiang Suizhou’s original heavy heart was somewhat relieved, and between the lines, he also got a rough idea of the situation in the palace.

Come on, let’s take a step by step. He sighed inwardly.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the chariot stopped in front of a courtyard.

There are red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the courtyard, and under the lights, firecrackers are scattered all over the place.

Through the courtyard gate, a sedan chair could be vaguely seen parked at the entrance of the main house. There were a lot of servants waiting in front of the gate, and when they saw Jiang Suizhou coming, they all knelt down to salute.

Jiang Suizhou was not used to the feeling of people visiting worship, so he raised his hand and made them all stand up.

A grandma who looked like a happy grandmother came up to greet him and said to Jiang Suizhou with a smile: “Your Highness is overjoyed. Madam is already waiting in the room, just waiting for Your Highness to lift her hijab.”

Jiang Suizhou responded.

He knew the customs of the Jing Dynasty, and the ceremony of taking a concubine was much simpler than marrying a wife. As soon as the sedan chair was carried into the mansion through the side door, the husband lifted his hijab and drank a glass of wine together, and it was over.

He nodded, then walked past the crowd and walked into the main room.

His steps were steady and slow, and his robes fluttered when he walked.

But only Jiang Suizhou knew how flustered he was at the moment.

After all, he traveled to the Jing Dynasty in a confused way, and became a sick child who died soon. At this time, he had to go to the bridal chamber to face the poor girl whom Jing Wang Qiang married back.

The girl was pitiful, and he was nowhere near as good.

Thinking like this, he seemed to be steady, but in fact he stepped up the stairs with heavy steps and pushed open the door.

Inside the door, the red tent flew over and the candle flickered. The maids on both sides smiled and greeted him with a salute.

Someone led him into the interior.

Amidst the beauty, he saw the man sitting in the hall.

He was dressed in red, layer upon layer, with a phoenix embroidered on his head. He was sitting in a wheelchair, sitting very upright, with his shoulders straight, like a long gun/gun that was constantly folded.

Yes, it’s a gun.

This man is tall, with broad shoulders, and his long legs can hardly fit in a wheelchair. He is clearly a man!

A man, a disabled man married to King Jing.

… The “Hoff man” that I married would not be Huo Wu Jiu!

Jiang Suizhou stopped.

His eyes fell on the man’s hands on his knees.

The phalanx is distinct, and the meridians on the back of the hand are bulging. Although it only rests quietly on the knee, it seems to be able to break a person’s neck at any time, showing a killing spirit.

For some reason, Jiang Suizhou recalled the fragment from his student thesis.

“…After Dingbei Marquis Huo Wujiu was captured, Empress Nanjing cut off his meridians and legs in order to humiliate him, and then married him to King Jing who was named Duanxiu. King Jing’s mansion endured humiliation for three years, and then tried every means to escape back to Beiliang to heal his legs.

Since then, in order to avenge the revenge of the year, after destroying the scene, he personally beheaded King Jing’s head and hung it on the city gate for three years.

This is why , the official history didn’t mention King Jing at all, even his name was erased.”

Jiang Suizhou’s hands were shaking a little.

If it is Huo Wu Jiu…if it is really Huo Wu Jiu.

After those three years, it was not that Prince Jing who was beheaded by Huo Wu Jiu, but Jiang Suizhou.

He stared closely at the man in the wedding dress in front of him, trying to find a little trace on him to prove that he was not a man.

but.

Jiang Suizhou’s mind was a little empty.

“Your Highness… Your Highness!”

Meng Qianshan, who was following behind, saw him stop in the same place, with a cold face, not knowing what he was thinking, and quickly reminded him in a low voice.

Jiang Suizhou turned his head sideways.

Seeing Meng Qianshan standing beside him, he carefully whispered: “It’s time to lift the hijab.”

Yes, lift the hijab.

Without seeing his face, who can be sure that it is Huo Wu Jiu?

Jiang Suizhou stepped forward, comforting himself in his heart, while he stretched out his hand forcibly calmly, and lifted the light hijab.

The red candle flickered.

In the beautiful red, he met a pair of dark, icy cold eyes.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Suizhou lifted his hijab.

Huo Wu Jiu: Hi! wife! (confidence)

[End of This Chapter]