After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Early the next morning, Jiang Suizhou complained of illness and wanted to return to Beijing early.

Perhaps because of the violent commotion last night, the Empress Dowager was in a bad mood and was not interested, so when he heard someone report that His Highness Prince Jing was ill, he confirmed it with a wave of his hand.

Jiang Suizhou was indeed sick.

After he fell asleep that night, he secretly planned to get up.He had to return home tomorrow, since he wanted to leave early, he had to find an excuse.

Then the best excuse came from him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Suizhou didn't hesitate much, nor did he discuss it with Huo Wujiu.He opened the window secretly at night, removed the quilt, and just lay there all night.

Perhaps because of the cold, he didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

He was awake in the middle of the night, and his head became very clear, and he began to think of things all over the place.He turned over Pang Shao's matter over and over again, and thought about his future plans, and after thinking about it, his thoughts drifted to Huo Wujiu.

For some reason, thinking of Huo Wujiu, he always felt a bit feverish with ears on his cheeks.

He raised his hand and lightly touched his face with the back of his hand.

He remembered the hug Huo Wujiu gave him today.

It was because he was a bit hopeless, and when he saw the blood, he was about to shed tears for no reason.He tried his best to endure it, but he couldn't. When he was in a difficult situation, Huo Wujiu pressed him into his arms.

It might not seem like it was hugging him, but it did enclose his whole body.He could smell a clear smell of blood, but he could feel his tight muscles and strong heartbeat, sticking to his chest and spreading to Jiang Suizhou's body.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, feeling an inexplicable awkwardness.

This is a kind of awkwardness that is not offensive, but makes the heart beat a little faster.

Jiang Suizhou couldn't explain why, but felt a little flustered, a kind of sweet flustered and nervous.

He had never felt this way.

This feeling made him toss and turn even more.In the cold wind at night in the mountains, the temperature on his face did not decrease, and he barely fell asleep until the middle of the night.

This time, he passed out in his sleep, and when Meng Qianshan woke him up, he already had a high fever.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Meng Qianshan lying on the side of the bed with a nervous expression on his face.

Jiang Suizhou opened his mouth and was about to speak when he coughed hoarsely.

Meng Qianshan hurriedly supported him to sit up, and said in a panic, "My lord, forgive me! I don't know why I forgot to close the window last night, and it made you sick from the cold! The imperial doctor will be here soon..."

But Jiang Suizhou sat up and waved his hands.

"This king opened the window." He was out of breath and breathless when speaking, first he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Yes, he was dizzy, his throat was itchy, his palms and forehead were hot, he must have a fever.

Sure enough, his body is not good for anything else, but he can pretend to be sick.

A smile floated on Jiang Suizhou's face.

Seeing what he said, Meng Qianshan was still laughing, and called out in a panic: "My lord..."

Jiang Suizhou interrupted him by raising his hand, and said: "It's nothing, this king has his own plans. You send someone to tell the emperor that this king has a high fever and needs to go back home to recuperate."

Meng Qianshan responded again and again, and saw Jiang Suizhou waved his hand and said, "Hurry up."

He knew that there was still a long way to go back to Lin'an from here, and if there was any further delay, it would be midnight before returning.

I don't know if his sick body can endure the fatigue of traveling and traveling.

Meng Qianshan hurriedly ran away.

After Meng Qianshan was sent away, Jiang Suizhou supported the bed and coughed weakly.

A cup of steaming water was handed to him.

He looked up and saw Huo Wujiu's condensed face.

The complacent look on Jiang Suizhou's face froze, and he even felt guilty for some reason.

Before he could speak, Huo Wujiu leaned over, followed his breath, and handed the water to Jiang Suizhou's lips, waiting for him to drink without saying a word.

How dare he let Huo Wujiu serve him?

But Jiang Suizhou didn't have the strength to resist at this time, so he had to follow Huo Wujiu's movements and drink two sips of water.

... burn your mouth.

After taking two sips, Jiang Suizhou avoided drinking any more.Huo Wujiu's hand just stopped on the spot, without any compromise.

Jiang Suizhou could only whisper: "It's hot."

Because of his illness, his voice was softer than usual, coupled with the lack of breath, it had a hint of coquettishness, which sounded a bit delicate.

Huo Wujiu paused, took the teacup back and put it on the table next to him.

"Is this the way you said to go home?" Huo Wujiu asked in a deep voice.

His tone was very calm, but Jiang Suizhou could hear the meaning of asking the teacher for a crime.

He paused, and whispered guiltyly: "...Yes."

Then, he hurriedly explained: "After all, this method is more straightforward! Your injury needs to be bandaged and treated, and you can't delay any longer. I'm always sick too, it's nothing..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing violently.

He was dizzy from coughing, his ears were filled with his hoarse coughing, but for some reason, he heard a sigh in a daze.

Then, a hand landed on his back like a compromise, slowly patting him.

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However, after this, he never heard a word from Huo Wujiu.

He sat beside him in silence, watching the imperial doctor treat him, and quietly waiting for the men sent by Meng Qianshan to come back with the imperial decree and pack up his luggage and carriage.

Until Jiang Suizhou was helped to change his clothes and got into the car, sitting beside Huo Wujiu, he didn't see Huo Wujiu talking again.

Jiang Suizhou was always a little apprehensive.

Meng Qianshan brought him a fur blanket to cover him, and he curled up on the seat of the carriage, leaning sickly in the corner.

The mountain road was bumpy, and the carriage was not stable, he leaned against the carriage and swayed and bumped all the way, but his eyes always looked at Huo Wujiu, wondering in his heart, is he angry?

He always looked at Huo Wujiu, and when he came down a few times, he was caught by Huo Wujiu.

Jiang Suizhou was so sick that he suddenly bumped into those bottomless black eyes and was startled.

Huo Wujiu looked at him quietly, and asked for a moment: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Suizhou swallowed his throat and whispered: "...don't be angry."

Seeing that Huo Wujiu's figure paused inaudibly.

Then, he stood up from the wheelchair, walked to Jiang Suizhou and sat down.

"I'm not angry," he said.

"then you……"

"But next time, when you make such a decision, do you want to tell me first?" Huo Wujiu asked.

Jiang Suizhou choked for a moment and couldn't speak for a while.

After a while, he murmured in a low voice, "He said he wasn't angry..."

Huo Wujiu has sharp eyes and ears, so he heard it.

He sighed helplessly, reached out and tried Jiang Suizhou's forehead, and said, "There are many ways, and you don't need to trample your body."

Jiang Suizhou stiff-mouthed: "I'm used to being sick..."

This is true.When he came to this dynasty, his life was in danger, so how could he care about not getting sick?On the contrary, his weak body can sometimes be used as a cover, sometimes as a weapon, and there is no psychological and moral burden to use himself. When the situation is urgent, he is naturally unambiguous.

However, Huo Wujiu interrupted him.

"It's nice to be sick, isn't it?" he asked.

Jiang Suizhou shut his mouth awkwardly and stopped talking.

Then Huo Wujiu said: "It's uncomfortable, why do you still do this? You tell me bluntly, there is always another way."

Jiang Suizhou was wronged, he knew that he lacked consideration, and he got used to making his own decisions, never thought of discussing with Huo Wujiu.

He lowered his head and hummed muffledly.

He didn't know how aggrieved he was by his appearance of admitting his mistake, it seemed a bit irritating in Huo Wujiu's eyes.Like a little animal that has done something wrong, just after a few words of training, he pretended to be pitiful, looking aggrieved, but as if he was being bullied.

Huo Wujiu hated him the most.

When he spoke again, his voice was already as soft as possible.Because she never speaks softly to others, this soft-spoken voice seems a little awkward and clumsy.

"Even if I don't care about this injury, there is nothing wrong with it. The wound is not deep, there is no poison on the blade, and it doesn't hurt vital parts. Even if I don't care, he will recover."

Hearing this, Jiang Suizhou was about to speak, but was interrupted by Huo Wujiu.

"Don't talk back." Huo Wujiu was merciless. "I know this kind of thing much better than you."

This is true.

Although he is still young, he grew up on the battlefield.As for Jiang Suizhou himself, a modern person, he had never seen any bloody scenes at all, and he was a bit useless for a while, coupled with his concern, he was messed up, which was a bit of a fuss.

He shut his mouth embarrassingly.

Then Huo Wujiu paused for a while, as if organizing his words, and then opened his mouth after a while.

"I got hurt yesterday, and that hurt you, didn't you?" he said.

Jiang Suizhou nodded nonchalantly.

Then I heard Huo Wujiu continue to say.

"You feel bad for me, I can feel it, you are trying to freeze yourself because of my little injury, how do you know if I will be uncomfortable?"

Although his tone was a bit awkward, Jiang Suizhou was really shocked by what he said.

He looked up at Huo Wujiu in a daze.

He saw Huo Wujiu sitting there with his eyes downcast, his expression was cold and calm, he didn't look at him.

During Jiang Suizhou's illness, everyone has phantoms, and if the carriage is shaken, it will be even more unreal.So he didn't notice that Huo Wujiu's figure was a little stiff, and the indifferent eyes staring at the corner of the carriage were also motionless, full of nervousness.

This appearance is clearly concealing something awkwardly.

For a moment, he looked at Jiang Suizhou.

"You just take care of yourself," he said. "Don't hurt yourself for me."

Jiang Suizhou opened his mouth and was about to speak.

But at this moment, the carriage finally went down the hill.That section of the road has not been repaired, and it rained again a few days ago, and the ground was very rough when the majestic guard of honor was rolled over.

The carriage suddenly bumped, and Jiang Suizhou slammed heavily on the carriage of the carriage, and then fell to the side according to the inertia, and fell straight to the other side.

Jiang Suizhou felt that his sickly head was shaken into a paste.

But at this moment, he bumped his head into a very familiar embrace.

Warm, hard, with the unique tenacity of muscles, and the steady heartbeat as if all the sounds in the world have been eliminated, leaving only this one sound.

Jiang Suizhou felt his heart stopped for a moment.

He paused, only to feel the flustered feeling from last night returned.It took him a moment to recover, and he quickly braced himself to stand up.

However, an arm was raised at this moment, pressed on his shoulder, pulled him back, and pushed him back to the original place.

The carriage is still bumpy, but the warm embrace and the hard carriage are different after all.

Jiang Suizhou lost his voice.

Then with a tremor in his chest behind him, he heard Huo Wujiu's voice.

"Okay, close your eyes and get some sleep," he said.

Jiang Suizhou was not too sick to move, but he didn't struggle anymore.

He was stunned for a moment, but for some reason, he obediently followed his words and closed his eyes.

For a moment, it was dark in front of his eyes, and in the swaying carriage, the man surrounded him in a solid warmth.

Like a tired bird returning to the forest.

Jiang Suizhou was sick and dizzy, but his consciousness was clear for a moment, which made him suddenly seem to want to understand something.

He seemed to be... probably planted.

It seems that... the fact that Prince Jing has broken his sleeve is about to turn from a fake to a real one.