After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine - Chapter 3

[Chapter 3]

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

He felt his heart pounding in shock, and even the blood in his ears throbbed along with it.

…just a look.

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

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

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

Now, without asking, he knows who this person is.

…Isn’t that the God of War, who was maimed by the master of Nan Jing, and will cut off his head three years later and hang it on the city wall to dry.

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

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

Jiang Suizhou stopped in place, and Meng Qianshan next to him was about to go crazy.

Lord, what are you doing! He lifted the hijab, but threw the hijab away. At this time, he didn’t say a word, staring at others coldly.

Meng Qianshan looked at Huo Wu Jiu cautiously.

He had only heard that the only son of the Marquis of Dingbei was a rare young hero in the world, but now it seems that this is the case. After the emperor captured him, he went to the dungeon in the palace. Those who have been imprisoned there will be tortured to death if they do not live for three days.

And this Hof man, but stayed in it 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 is really good-looking, with deep facial features, and an aggressive style. He looks like a general who is strategizing. Even with injuries, it doesn’t look embarrassed, but instead has a sense of decadent vulnerability.

Under the wedding dress, you can still see clear scars, the tip of the iceberg is exposed at the neckline, and the fiery red robe is dyed a dark red that is not obvious.

This time, even if Meng Qianshan knew that he was going to turn his elbow towards his master, he would inevitably feel two pity for this Hoffman.

He decided to take the risk of rounding things up.

Thinking of this, Meng Qianshan carefully bowed over and brought the wine for Jiang Suizhou.

“My lord.” He bowed beside Jiang Suizhou.

Jiang Suizhou looked sideways and saw two golden cups filled with wine on the tray Meng Qianshan was holding.

He does need to be stunned.

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

Meng Qianshan’s eyes were about to pop out.

……Hey! Lord! A wine, it is a wine!

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

One of the two looked indifferent like a sculpture, and the other was cold and arrogant like a king of hell.

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

“Go back,” he said.

Meng Qianshan was stunned for a moment: “This, master…”

He saw his master glance at him lightly, and the beating candle light shone on the small mole at the corner of his eye.

“All retreat.”

–

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

Up to now, he can be completely sure that he has penetrated into the unofficial history described in the student’s thesis and became the unlucky prince who married Huo Wu Jiu.

After confirming this, he calmed down a bit.

After all, this person dressed as oneself will die early no matter what. Being killed by Huo Wu Jiu was actually a good thing for him.

After all, disease is uncontrollable, but human relationships can be changed.

Huo Wu Jiu, as a person, can be regarded as an upright image in history. He conquered the world, but his uncle sat on the throne. After his uncle died, it was his uncle’s son who inherited the throne, but he led the army back to Yangguan alone and stayed there for the rest of his life.

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

It’s just…

he looked at Huo Wu Jiu.

Now his identity is the prince of Nan Jing, and Huo Wujiu in front of him is regarded as an enemy and a traitor to the party.

If he deliberately signaled good as soon as he came up, it would definitely lead to suspicion, but it would be counterproductive.

So…

Jiang Suizhou took a slow breath and spoke coldly.

“It smells of blood, it’s disgusting.” He sneered and said.

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

Therefore, as soon as the words are spoken, they are somewhat rusty and awkward, and lack confidence.

However, fortunately, his voice was cold, and he had a condescending arrogance, so he could barely cover it up and talk to bluff people.

Huo Wu Jiu didn’t take his word for it.

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

Very cold, with innate arrogance. It is clearly a look of resignation, but it is awe-inspiring, making people dare not step forward at all.

Jiang Suizhou stabilized his mind and then spoke.

“Just pulled out of the prison, and sent to this king? Huang brother is how to be the king so unscrupulous, thinking that this king can still talk about it?”

He tried his best to say something mean. When the words came, the words came out, so awkward that his back shivered a little.

Huo Wu Jiu looked 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 raised tails were quite gleaming under the red candle, and the red robe made the small red mole at the tail of his eyes even more demonic.

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

He has played against Nan Jing many times, and naturally he has heard the name of His Royal Highness Prince Jing.

Sick seedlings, born of a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country, with a stomach full of bad water, are by no means a good bird.

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

But now it seems…

exaggerated.

On the other side, Jiang Suizhou was only thinking about his words, he didn’t notice Huo Wu Jiu’s fleeting look.

He paused, then continued.

“Find a doctor tomorrow to show you, even if you want to die, don’t die with me.” He turned around. “Since then, just stay honest and don’t make trouble for this king.” After

speaking, Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief.

… should be fierce enough, right?

It is necessary to maintain the ferocity towards the enemy without really hurting him, but also to find out the reason and treat the injury for him.

It’s so hard.

Naturally, he wanted to treat Huo Wu Jiu tonight.

After all, he just came out of prison, and the Lord will never extend his medical treatment to him. Although skin trauma is not fatal, it is not easy to delay. Besides, Jiang Suizhou, as a modern person who has never seen any bloody scenes, was a little scared even when he smelled the blood on Huo Wu Jiu’s body.

But he knew, no.

As the only prince in the court, he still doesn’t know what kind of people are in the mansion. That’s why he just turned everyone off the screen.

As soon as the enemy’s people came in, it was unreasonable for him to rush to heal the other party’s wounds. But if the two were alone for one night, and they would hire a doctor for each other tomorrow, the reason would be enough.

So…

Jiang Suizhou looked around without a trace.

This is the auditorium specially used for weddings in Fuzhong. Apart from the red-lacquered and gold-trimmed stepping bed, there is only a narrow couch left for people to lie on.

There is no other place to sleep.

The couch is exquisite and unique, with four corners carved, and the width is no more than two feet in total. It is more like an ornament than furniture.

There was a resignation in Jiang Suizhou’s eyes.

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

Before stepping up, he did not forget to turn around and gave Huo Wu Jiu a cold look.

“Go to bed and lie down, stay away from me, don’t let the smell of blood on your body get on me.” He said.

He didn’t know that this condescending and arrogant appearance, coupled with his overly delicate face, was somewhat seductive under the flickering red candle.

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

It’s about to be a night there.

He faced the wall and did not notice that after he lay down, Huo Wu Jiu’s eyes fell on his back.

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

After a while, Huo Wu Jiu withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his eyes, and slowly turned his left hand, which had been resting on his knee, and spread it out.

That hand was stained with blood. The red candle flickered, and what he was holding in the palm of his hand was a wood chip as sharp as a blade.

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

Originally, this piece of wood should have slashed King Jing’s throat at any moment he could seize.

But…

he glanced at Jiang Suizhou’s back lightly.

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

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

Huo Wu Jiu closed his eyes.

The wood chips were clearly engulfed in flesh and blood, but at that moment they couldn’t get rid of them.

He never seemed to have a hobby of bullying the weak.

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

The pain all over his body was pulled, causing his muscles to tremble uncontrollably. 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 eyes swept across 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 fall asleep.

……laugh.

Huo Wu Jiu lightly retracted his gaze.

[End of This Chapter]