Ji Hongcheng's tone was extremely rude, and Huo Wujiao could see that Ji Hongcheng's letter was written for Jiang Suizhou with a determined decision.
After all, Ji Hongcheng would never believe that no matter how stupid he was, his letter could be so easily delivered to Huo Wujii's hands, even in the eyes of Jiang Suizhou.
In the letter, he detailed Jiang Suizhou's evil deeds this morning. From the moment he met Jiang Suizhou, and then to the assholes Jiang Suizhou said in the DPRK, Ji Hongcheng would scold a lot for every one he said.
Because he was a military commander with no culture, after the curse, because of his emotional excitement, he actually wrote a few harsh swear words in the letter.
He was using this letter to curse at Jiang Suizhou’s nose.
As Huo Wujiu watched all the way, the corners of his mouth gradually rose involuntarily.
He didn't expect that the Royal Highness Jing was cautious in front of him, and he had to think about what he said for a long time, and he was such an arrogant appearance behind his back, even so confident that he deceived the Manchu civil and martial arts.
Said that he was ruined by him? He also said that his wildness is untamable. He used some "methods"
Huo Wujiu's fingers involuntarily rubbed the edge of the letter paper slowly.
He suddenly wanted to see what Jiang Suizhou looked like when he said these words in a magnificent manner.
Sun Yuan, standing behind him, was heartbroken.
He saw under the candlelight, Madam Huo didn't know what she saw in the letter, and the arc of her mouth grew wider and wider. He was born cold and sharp, and he smiled at this time, like a beast that was secretly ready to go, and would pounce forward at any time, biting the target's throat.
The letter was quickly read by him.
But when he saw that he had a meal, he turned the letter back to the beginning and read it carefully.
… this? !
For a while, Sun Yuan even felt that what he had sent to Huo Wujiu was a secret letter to assassinate the current saint.
—Otherwise, why would he be so interested
… Do you want to tell the prince
At this moment, the candlelight on the table jumped slightly, and some footsteps faintly sounded outside the window.
When Jiang Suizhou came back.
Sun Yuan also vaguely heard the voice, and quickly stepped forward and took off the lampshade for Huo Wujiu, indicating that he would burn the letter soon.
But when Huo Wujiao took the letter to the side of the lamp, his movements stopped when the flame was about to lick to the edge of the paper.
Sun Yuan looked at him in surprise.
Seeing that Huo Wujiao's subordinates paused, he actually received the letter back.
The letter paper was folded again and placed in his arms.
Sun Yuan was stunned by his behavior.
Huo Wujiu raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes calm and indifferent, and the curvature of the corners of his lips disappeared.
"What are you doing in a daze?" he asked.
The eyes were dark and deep, as if they could dig out people's hearts to see through. Sun Yuan was stunned, and hurriedly re-covered the lampshade amidst the sound of approaching footsteps.
—
When Jiang Suizhou returned to the mansion, the night was already very deep.
Early this morning, he was exhausted enough, and he went to the ceremonial department for another day. When the sky got dark, his feet were already a little fluttering.
Fortunately, Ji You knew that he was not in good health, so he didn't embarrass him much.
It is precisely because of this that Jiang Suizhou was able to return home at this time.
He sat down all the way back to the yard, and entered the door top-heavy. Only feeling dry and dry, he sat down at the table and asked Meng Qianshan to pour him tea.
Seeing his pale face, Meng Qianshan quickly held the tea to Jiang Suizhou's hand, bends and asked, "Is the prince okay? The minion will send someone to the government doctor, and I will show you the pulse?"
Jiang Suizhou waved his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and his breath was a little floating: "No need."
He felt that he was dizzy and tired at the moment, and it was better to rest earlier than inviting a doctor to toss it into the middle of the night.
Meng Qianshan replied uneasy and stepped aside.
Jiang Suizhou drank a few sips of tea to moisturize his throat, and he felt better.
He put the cup back on the table and was about to get up to wash, when he saw an envelope on the table.
It looks beautiful and exquisite, like a love letter from a girl's house.
Jiang Suizhou couldn't help being curious: "Who sent this letter?"
This letter was brought to Huo Wujiu by Meng Qianshan today, and he knew what this letter was for. Seeing Jiang Suizhou's question at this time, he immediately seemed to have found a place to complain, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Back to the prince, it was sent by Mrs. Chen Ti Chen's wife!"
Chen Ti
Jiang Suizhou frowned.
Although he was only a fifth-grade Beijing official, he was a distant relative of Pang Shao with a table of 3,000 miles. He has no other abilities, and he is especially good at camping, and he is the best at flattering Pang Shao, so he has a good time in Beijing.
His wife, why do you send a letter to yourself
Seeing Jiang Suizhou frowning without speaking, Meng Qianshan hurriedly said, "This letter is for Madam Huo."
Jiang Suizhou looked at Huo Wujiu and saw that Huo Wujiu raised his eyelids lightly.
"Flower viewing feast." Huo Wujiu's voice was low and calm.
Flower viewing
Jiang Suizhou opened the envelope and pulled out the letter paper. There was an invitation letter inside, asking Huo Wujiu to go to his back home to enjoy the flowers in a month.
Jiang Suizhou frowned deeper and deeper, and before he finished reading the letter, he stuffed the letter with the envelope into Meng Qianshan's hand.
One or two is not a good thing.
Jing Chao is so weak that he can't get rid of the relationship between the monarch and all the bullshits in Chaozhong. Cheng Rili was idle and panicked, not knowing how to improve his national power against Beiliang, but was fascinated to find various ways to humiliate the captives of the enemy country, as if he could find their bereaved dog in this way.
Early in the morning, Jiang Suizhou was forced by his posterity to let Huo Wujiu enter the palace for a banquet. At this moment, I saw a small official who also swaggered to take Huo Wujiu for fun. He was already tired, and the irritability that had been accumulated for a day was suddenly uncontrollable.
He seldom expresses his emotions and anger, and his tone contains a little bit of anger: "Where I send it, I will send it back."
Meng Qianshan was surprised: "The Lord..."
I saw Jiang Suizhou squinting at him: "Why, I don't want to see the broken flowers in his garden, is there a problem?"
Meng Qianshan shook his head again and again, even if he was embarrassed, he did not dare to say anything.
But at this moment, Huo Wujiu spoke.
"It should be Pang Shao's advice that he will not give up unless he achieves his goal."
Jiang Suizhou was about to get the tea on the table, but suddenly heard a low voice, moved for a while, and looked at Huo Wujiu.
Seeing Huo Wujiu sitting in a wheelchair and Jiang Suizhou watching him, he quietly continued.
"They came at me, it has nothing to do with you," he said.
He knew that since he was in Nanjing, such things were definitely not rare. He had escaped once or twice before, and it was all Jiang Suizhou carrying him behind his back.
Every time Jiang Suizhou blocked him, the group of people would take the opportunity to tear off a piece of meat from him. How many valuable things does King Jing have on him, enough to keep him in front of him
He didn't want to be this tortoise, nor did he want others to bear it for him.
After saying this, he obviously felt Jiang Suizhou's gaze startled. This made Huo Wujiu's heartbeat slow for two beats inexplicably, and he hurriedly turned his eyes away without looking at him again.
I just hope that King Jing will not think too much. He just wants to be clear about the other side, and doesn’t need the other side’s kindness of self-sacrifice...
However, Jiang Suizhou's hoarse voice sank.
"It has nothing to do with this king?" He sneered. "How can it be irrelevant if you are married to the king's house? Could it be that you are a big man who mixes with women to admire the flowers, and it is not the king's face that you have lost?"
After saying this, Jiang Suizhou went to the inner room to wash himself.
As he walked, he still slandered.
If three years later you don’t cut my head and let me make a living, then naturally it has nothing to do with me!
Of course he knew that this little official dared to send such a letter to his palace because it was supported by Pang Shao behind him. As for why Pang Shao supported him-naturally because of what he did, he was able to please the posterity.
Pang Shao is naturally happy to see it happen.
During this period of time, Jiang Suizhou had been tortured by the group of people so that he had learned how to do tricks. Anyway, if you can block it, you can block it. When you can't, let's talk about it.
Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou cleaned up and took another bath before coming out of the inner room.
After he was tired for a day, once he was cleaned, he became very tired, he just wanted to fall into the bed and get a good night's sleep.
But as soon as he returned to the bedroom and was about to walk to his couch, he saw Huo Wujiu sitting on his couch, reading quietly.
...What is he doing
Jiang Suizhou's mind was a little confused for a while, and he stayed in place.
Huo Wujiu, who heard the sound, raised his head, expressionless, his chin nodded toward the bed.
"Go there to sleep." His tone was simple and sharp, as if he was giving orders to his soldiers.
Jiang Suizhou couldn't react a little, and looked in the direction of the bed.
I saw the bed neatly and neatly, and there was a pill on the low table next to it.
"There are medicines on the table. Take it."
He heard Huo Wugui say.
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Huo Wujiu: Big brother can't speak, but big brother loves you.