Jiang Suizhou stepped back involuntarily, and the red hijab fell to the ground.
He felt his heart beating with shock, and even the blood in his ears was agitated.
… Just a look in the eyes.
With sharp eyebrows and low eyebrows, his eyes are particularly cold, with a bit of undisguised murderous and ruthlessness.
In a trance, Jiang Suizhou seemed to see a dying beast. Although it was crawling in front of him, it seemed to pounce at any time, bite his throat, and die with him.
There was a bloody smell mixed with the sweet fragrance of red candles in the air, and it also smelled a bit of decay and cold in the cell.
Now, without asking, he will know who this person is.
… Isn’t it the beam god of war who was crippled by the Queen of Nanjing, who will cut off his head in three years and let it dry on the wall
Jiang Suizhou pursed his lips, and suddenly wanted to apologize to his student.
Let him go, please, he wants to go.
Jiang Suizhou stayed in place, and Meng Qianshan next to him was already going crazy.
What is the prince doing! He lifted the hijab, but threw it away. At this time, he said nothing, staring at others coldly.
Meng Qianshan glanced at Huo Wujii cautiously.
He had only heard that the only son of Dingbeihou was a young hero who was hard to see in the world. Now it seems that this is true. After the emperor caught him back, he went down to the palace dungeon. People who have always been locked up there will be tortured to death if they haven't lived for three days.
And this Madam Huo, but stayed in it for more than a month.
His lips are now abnormally white, and there are still bruises on the corners of his lips, and there are some dried blood stains. Not to mention, he was really good-looking, with profound features, and a stern and aggressive look, he looked like a strategizing general. Even if he was injured, he was not embarrassed. On the contrary, he felt a bit more decadent and vulnerable.
Under the wedding gown, you can still see clear scars, the tip of the iceberg is exposed at the neckline, and the fiery red gown is dyed a not obvious dark red.
At this time, even if Meng Qianshan knew that his elbow was about to turn to his master, he would inevitably be pitiful to this Madam Huo.
He decided to take the risk and make a round of it.
Thinking of this, Meng Qianshan bowed cautiously and served Jiang Suizhou's Hebu Jiu.
"The prince." He bowed sideways in Jiang Suizhou.
Jiang Suizhou looked sideways, and saw two gold cups containing liquor impressively placed on the tray held by Meng Qianshan in his hand.
He really needs to be overwhelmed.
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 stare out.
… Hey! Lord! Hepu wine, that is Hepu wine!
Meng Qianshan looked at Jiang Suizhou in a panic, and then at Huo Wujiu.
The two of them looked indifferent like a sculpture, and the other was cold and arrogant, like a Hades, forcibly shutting his throat back when he was about to reach his mouth.
At this moment, he saw his master turn around and put the gold cup back in the tray.
"Get down," he said.
Meng Qianshan was taken aback: "Here, the 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."
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After a glass of wine, Jiang Suizhou finally calmed down.
Until now, he can be completely sure that he has penetrated into the wild history described in the student's paper and became the unlucky lord who married Huo Wujiu.
After confirming this, he calmed down.
The person who always wears himself will die early anyway. Being killed by Huo Wugui was a good thing for him.
After all, disease cannot be controlled, but the relationship between people can be changed.
Huo Wujiu is an upright image in history. He defeated the world, but his uncle went to sit on the throne. After his uncle died, it was his uncle's son who inherited the throne, but he led the soldiers back to Yangguan alone and stayed there for life.
I want to be a loyal person, if I don't humiliate him, and respect him a bit, after three years, he will definitely not kill himself.
only…
He looked at Huo Wugui.
Now he is the prince of Nanjing, and Huo Wu blames him, he is an enemy and a betrayal of the party.
If he deliberately showed good intentions 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 like blood, it makes people sick." He sneered.
Although he said that his family was not very happy since he was a child, his tutoring was quite strict, so he was polite and polite since he was a child, and he has never said such things to anyone.
Therefore, as soon as the words are spoken, they are somewhat awkward and lacking in confidence.
Fortunately, he has a cold voice and a condescending arrogance, so he can barely cover up and talk to bluff people.
Huo Wujiu didn't say anything to him.
He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly at the red hijab on the ground.
Very cold, with innate arrogance. Obviously, it looked like he was willing to deal with it, but it was so awe-inspiring that people didn't dare to step forward at all.
Jiang Suizhou calmed his mind, and then spoke.
"As soon as he was pulled out of the prison, he was sent to this king? How did the emperor brother be the king so that he can still be guilty?"
He tried his best to say some harsh words, and the words were so uncomfortable that his back trembled a little.
Huo Wujiu's gaze moved away from the red head on the ground, and he swept across Jiang Suizhou lightly.
I saw the man standing in the light with his back straight and his eyes cold. The fox eyes with the raised tails were quite squiggly under the red candles, and the red clothes lined the small red mole at the tails of his eyes more and more.
The tone was fierce, but awkwardly fierce, even with two points of apology and shame, as if he had never been fierce.
He has fought against Nan Jing many times, and naturally he has also heard the name of His Royal Highness King Jing.
Sick rice seedlings, born of the enchanting concubine of disaster, with bad water in the stomach, are by no means a good bird.
King Jing was vicious and vicious, and he had long been famous. As early as when he was twelve or thirteen years old and was still a prince, there were always corpses dragged out from his palace, and the deaths were not very attractive. After he suddenly opened up and broke his sleeves, many male pets in the backyard told him to play to death, and now there are not many alive.
But now it seems...
Actually exaggerated.
But over there, Jiang Suizhou only thought about his own words, but didn't notice Huo Wujiu's fleeting look.
He paused, then continued.
"I will find a doctor to show you tomorrow. Even if you are going to die, don't die with me." He turned around as he said. "From then on, stay honestly and make less trouble for this king."
After speaking, Jiang Suizhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
… Should be fierce enough, right
It is necessary to maintain the cruelty to the enemy without actually hurting him, but also to find the cause of it and heal the wound for him.
It's really hard.
Naturally, he wanted to treat Huo Wujiao tonight.
After all, he just came out of prison, and the later master would never give him a medical treatment. Although skin trauma is not fatal, it is not easy to delay. Besides, Jiang Suizhou, as a modern man who had never seen any bloody scenes, was a little surprised even if he smelled the blood on Huo Wujiu's body.
But he knows, no.
As the only prince in the dynasty, he still doesn't know who are in the mansion. That's why, he just wanted to quit all screens.
As soon as someone from an enemy country came in, he rushed to heal the other party, which is naturally unreasonable. But if the two spend the night alone, and then ask for a doctor for each other tomorrow, the reason is enough.
so…
Jiang Suizhou looked around without a trace.
This is the hall dedicated to weddings in the Fuzhong. Except for the red-lacquered and gold-rimmed babe bed, there is only a narrow seat 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 folds. Compared with furniture, it looks more like an ornament.
Jiang Suizhou's eyes revealed a confession of life.
He knew that he could only spend the night on this couch tonight.
Before taking a step, he didn't forget to turn around and gave Huo Wugui a coldly.
"Go and lie down on the bed, stay away from me, don't let the smell of blood on you get me." He said.
He didn't know that this condescending and arrogant appearance, coupled with his overly delicate face, was somewhat intriguing under the swaying red candle.
After saying this, Jiang Suizhou turned around and lay down on the couch.
It's already all night to be there.
He faced the wall, and did not find that after he lay down, Huo Wujiu's eyes fell on his back.
Looking at it coldly, it was as cold as a blade buried in the ice and snow of Yangguan.
After a while, Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his eyes, and his left hand, which had been resting on his knee, slowly turned over, spreading the palm of his hand.
That hand was stained with blood. The red candle swayed, and what was held in the palm of his hand was a sharp wood chip.
It was he broke off from the inner wall of the sedan chair on the way here.
Originally, this piece of wood should have pierced King Jing's throat at any moment he could seize.
but…
He glanced lightly at Jiang Suizhou's back.
Just now, the moment he was about to kill the opponent, he met those eyes.
Clear and clean, but very flustered, as if scared by myself.
Huo Wujiu closed his eyes.
The wood chips had clearly been squeezed into flesh and blood, but at that moment there was no way to deal with it.
He doesn't seem to have a hobby of bullying the weak.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, put his hands on the sides of the wheelchair, exerted a little force, and then moved himself from the wheelchair to the bed.
The pain in his whole body was pulled up, causing his muscles to tremble uncontrollably. He didn't notice it at all. With a slight movement of his hand, he hid the blood-stained wood chip under the bed by the slight noise of the cloth when he moved his body.
His gaze swept across Jiang Suizhou, and saw that he seemed to be lying uncomfortably, his back stiff, and he seemed to be forcing himself to fall asleep.
… Sneer.
Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze indifferently.