The bones and muscles on that shoulder were firm and hard, and when they knocked up, Jiang Suizhou's eyes flashed.
After a brief period of dizziness, Jiang Suizhou's arm was held with one hand.
Because that hand was quite powerful, the first grasp of it caused Jiang Suizhou's bones to ache. Then, he lifted him firmly and sat down firmly.
"Sit down." He heard Huo Wugui's voice next to him.
Jiang Suizhou rubbed his forehead awkwardly and cleared his throat.
"Sorry." He tried to keep his voice calm and indifferent.
Huo Wujiao gave a faint hum.
The carriage started, the wheels rustled, and there was a sound all around, and the curtain was slowly blown up by the wind, and the atmosphere became less embarrassing.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Suizhou glanced at Huo Wujiu secretly.
He sat beside him, turned his head slightly, and looked out the window calmly. The curtains slowly raised, and the rain fell in. A few rays of light outside shone on Huo Wujiu's face, and a few warm spots of light fell on his cheek.
I don't know if it is Jiang Suizhou's illusion, he always feels that Huo Wujiu's lips are a bit white and seem abnormal.
But the light in the carriage was too dim, and for a while, Jiang Suizhou couldn't tell if he had seen it wrong.
He couldn't help but glanced twice.
At this moment, Huo Wujiao lightly turned his gaze back to look at him.
Was caught. Jiang Suizhou paused, and asked a bit stiffly: "Is it cold?"
It should not be cold. It was early spring now, and although the rain outside was a bit cool, it was definitely nothing to Huo Wujiu—after all, not everyone was like him, with a paper body.
Huo Wujiu slowly opened his mouth and said, "It's not cold."
His eyes swept across his legs without a trace.
When it rained this morning, his legs began to faintly hurt. It was originally the pain he was used to, but after he went out, it suddenly became serious.
Like an iron saw or a blunt axe, he cut his meridians one by one, pulling his entire legs like a continuous torture. The pain made his scalp numb and his hands on his knees clenched tightly. Become a fist.
Naturally, he would not tell Jiang Suizhou about this, because he felt unnecessary and didn't want to scare him.
… However, King Jing seems to particularly want to chat with him.
When he got into the car, he was absent-minded, and just stared at him secretly.
He glanced at Jiang Suizhou lightly.
"Are you cold?" he asked back.
I saw Jiang Suizhou shaking his head: "I see you... I have been looking outside, thinking it was because the wind was too cold."
Seeing Chuang Huo Wujiu let out a low laugh.
"Why don't you guess, I want to run?" he said.
Although the corners of his mouth have a two-point arc. The curtains slowly agitated, making the light in his eyes clear and extinguished. For a time, it seemed to contain a two-pointed joke.
Jiang Suizhou was taken aback for a moment, and then inexplicably a little cramped, he hurriedly turned his gaze out of the window.
"You can try to see if the emperor sends someone to watch you in the dark," he said coldly.
… Why did you panic after just saying a few words
Huo Wujiu retracted his gaze, and the smile on his lips deepened by two points.
—
The carriage stopped outside Kaiyangmen.
Jiang Suizhou was helped to get out of the carriage, and he saw that many cars had been parked around him, and the officials and female relatives were coming and going, especially lively.
When he got out of the car, he felt a lot of eyes falling on him, and more people also looked behind him—Jiang Suizhou knew that these people were waiting to see Huo Wugui.
With an indifferent and arrogant expression, he stood by the carriage, and someone hurried forward to carry Huo Wujiu's wheelchair.
Seeing everyone slowing down, Jiang Suizhou frowned impatiently.
Want to watch the excitement, right? Okay, let me show you.
As soon as he turned his head, he sternly said to the servants: "Be quicker, how long do you have to wait for this king?"
The few servants hurriedly bowed their waists to apologize, and hurriedly removed Huo Wujiu from the carriage.
Jiang Suizhou retracted his gaze, and his piercing eyes scanned the ministers around him.
This is the appearance of being extremely irritable and will hurt the pond fish at any time. At this time, everyone withdrew their gazes, as if they hadn't seen them at all, and each walked away.
Jiang Suizhou regained his gaze with satisfaction, lost his hand behind him, and walked directly into Kaiyangmen.
Meng Qianshan hurriedly pushed Huo Wujiu and hurriedly followed in his footsteps.
Because of the appearance of His Royal Highness King Jing who was in a bad mood and would be angry at any time, even though ordinary courtiers wanted to come up with a few words of greeting, they did not dare to touch him, so the journey along the way was much smoother.
However, all sorts of scrutiny, lightly or darkly, fell on him, especially the person behind him.
Huo Wujiu.
Before this year, this name seemed to them like a horrible ghost.
It was such a person who brought soldiers and horses all the way from Yangguan to Yecheng, drove them out of their centuries-old ancestors, and drove them all the way to the south of the river. At the end of last year, this man also suddenly raised troops, with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, lined up along the river, and was about to cross the river to kill them all.
But fortunately, Dajiang was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and Beiliang somehow, the advance troops crossed the river, but the soldiers and horses afterwards failed to keep up. This allowed the Shoujiang generals to pick up the leak and besie Huo Wujiu's more than 1,000 soldiers and horse regiments.
Even so, the battle lasted for seven or eight days, until the opponent ran out of ammunition and food, and then reluctantly caught Huo Wugui.
What is this for them
It was almost half-legged stepping into the ghost gate, but it killed the impermanence of life.
Now, this impermanence was interrupted by his legs, pushed by someone, and followed behind His Royal Highness King Jing to attend their Majesty’s Qianqiu Banquet as his family.
More or less, everyone wanted to see what the legendary General Huo with blue face and fangs looked like.
But it wasn't the rash man with black face, round eyes and full beard in their hearts.
On the contrary, he was an extremely handsome person.
He sits quietly in a wheelchair, his slender and tall body feels aggrieved no matter how he looks, but he sits extremely upright. He dresses very simply, and there is not much blood on his face, but he is so sharp as a scabbard, which makes people afraid to approach.
But at this moment, the surrounding atmosphere changed slightly.
Jiang Suizhou's Yu Guang also saw a person.
He was tall and sturdy, and he was obviously wearing a wide-sleeved gown, but he looked like a bandit climbing out of the mountain. A black face, very conspicuous, a pair of big eyes like copper bells, full of grief and anger at this time, even the eye sockets are a little red, staring at him firmly.
…Oh, Ji Hongcheng.
Jiang Suizhou took a deep breath secretly.
This Ji Hongcheng was a reckless and upright person. Seeing Huo Wugui at this moment, he might say or do something.
He was ready, waiting for Ji Hongcheng to attack.
I saw that Ji Hongcheng strode towards him, his robe flying, like a black bear walking through the cloth shop, wrapped in silk and satin, leaping towards him with teeth and claws.
But saw him stop three steps away from him.
Jiang Suizhou stopped, frowned and looked at him, and saw Ji Hongcheng standing there, motionless.
… What is he going to do
Jiang Suizhou was a little puzzled, and saw the brass bell staring at him with big eyes fiercely, then turned and left. The delicate-faced lady who followed him turned apologetically and went straight to the Jiang Suizhou to salute.
… Just left
Jiang Suizhou glanced at him suspiciously, only when this guy didn't dare to go crazy at the birthday banquet of the posterity.
But he didn't know that when Ji Hongcheng walked towards him, a very small, paper-wrapped ball flew out like a sharp arrow, slammed into Ji Hongcheng's chest firmly, and fell into his arms.
No one saw this small thing the size of a fly, let alone who did it.
Only Ji Hongcheng, who hurriedly hid in the Gong's room and carefully unfolded the paper ball, knew it.
On the paper, the silver hook and silver painting, at first glance, are General Huo's notes.
[Don't send me the letter again, and keep your time.
When Lou Yue returned to Beijing, he sent a willow. 】
Ji Hongcheng immediately understood what he meant.
It turned out that General Huo had planned it long ago without him. He has been doing nothing, just waiting for an opportunity.
This timing... is General Lou.
But General Lou is loyal to the emperor and serving the country, and General Huo is back... Will General Lou really help him
Ji Hongcheng felt a little drumming, stuffed the note into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach.
—
Huo Wujiu had guessed that he would meet Ji Hongcheng at the banquet that day.
Although this person wanted to help him, it was of no use. On the contrary, he sent letters frequently, and what they sent were all useless news, which was more likely to attract attention and cause trouble to Prince Jing's Mansion.
For Huo Wujiu, his role was to contact Lou Yue for him.
Huo Wujiu sat quietly in the wheelchair, his eyes deep.
He insisted on not dying, not to make Jiang Shunheng humiliate him for a few more years, but to wait for the opportunity to leave here. In the entire Nanjing, he was unaccompanied, and the only thing he could use was Lou Yue.
Although Lou Yue is different from his father's camp, he is now hostile to him, but he owed him a life in his early years, which is a personal love.
He is not rare to beg for retribution, nor will he let Lou Yue do things that go against his principles. But now, he is deeply trapped in the enemy camp, and he can only use this to find a way out.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Suizhou.
He is walking a step away in front of him, with a slender figure and flying robes. He must have a ugly face at this time, which made the people around him look carefully here, but he didn't dare to step forward.
If there is such a day... Presumably Jiang Shunheng will not give up.
Huo Wujiu retracted his gaze.
If God is innocent, and if he still has half the energy, see if this rabbit is kind-hearted and has some inexplicable infatuation towards him, let's see if he can save his life.
Jiang Suizhou, who was walking in the front, didn't know what he was thinking about, Huo Wujiu behind him.
Under the leadership of the palace people, he walked all the way to Qiwu Hall, and saw that there was an internal waiter there waiting for him. Seeing him coming, the servant greeted him with a smile and gave him a big gift.
"See His Royal Highness King Jing, the minion will lead you to your seat."
With that, he turned a little sideways and asked Jiang Suizhou to go inside.
But at this moment, his eyes fell behind Jiang Suizhou.
Immediately, the waiter's smile on his face was flattering, and he stepped forward and said, "There is Lord Lao, there are rules in our palace-the family members need to sit on the seats of the women."
As he said, he raised his voice and said behind him: "Come on again, and lead the lady of His Royal Highness King Jing to the banquet hall on the west side..."
But seeing Jiang Suizhou's face cold, he raised his hand slightly, and interrupted him.
Send Huo Wujiu to sit there with the female relatives? What about it
Don't think about it, Jiang Suizhou knew that this was the way the posterity had long thought of humiliating people. Moreover, this would put Huo Wujiu alone, and by then, it would be extremely easy to use any tricks.
Therefore, he certainly cannot agree.
As for how to say...
Jiang Suizhou paused, gave Huo Wujiu a gloomy look, then turned his gaze to look at the attendant.
His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, with a little smile, and suddenly appeared a bit unspeakable abnormality, gloomy.
He spoke slowly.
"My wife, this king needs to personally stare at him. He is very wild, and the king alone can control him... and I ask my father-in-law to be accommodating."
His tone was soft, but he inexplicably made the waiter's back chill. When I looked carefully at King Jing, I saw him standing in the dark, with a few smirks at the corners of his mouth.
His attitude and tone clearly didn't seem to allow him to stay accommodating, on the contrary, it was more like telling him that he should bring in more things to play with.
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