After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 42

Huo Wujiu didn't know how Highness King Jing, who obviously got frustrated outside and came back alone drunk, had time to care about whether his legs hurt or not.

However, this person was lying softly in his arms. Jiang Suizhou’s eyes were lax, staring at Huo Wujiu drunkenly, which immediately softened the latter’s heart. It was as if Jiang Suizhou was gently poking on his soft spot.

It seemed that his scent had gotten him somewhat intoxicated too.

Huo Wujiu paused and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Suizhou was still staring at him when he said, "But it's raining outside."

Huo Wujiu took a deep breath.

For the first time, he felt that a drunk person was difficult to deal with, but also for the first time, he felt that, while this man was clearly so difficult to manage, he was not annoying at all.

He patiently and slowly said, "So you got wet. Get up and go change your clothes."

Jiang Suizhou paused before he said as an afterthought, "Oh...I got wet."

With a casual push of his hand, he propped himself up on Huo Wujiu's shoulder and struggled to stand up. But once drunk people lost their strength, it would be difficult to get that strength back, so he tried several times, all in vain.

Back and forth, it was akin to rubbing himself coquettishly in Huo Wujiu's arms.

Huo Wujiu's face gradually became a little ugly.

All of a sudden, Jiang Suizhou felt a hand holding his arm tightly, lifting him upwards and picking him straight up.

Then, the man carried him in just one hand, while his other hand rolled his wheelchair. Huo Wujiu supported him all the way. He brought Jiang Suizhou to the bedside, and with the one hand carrying him, pressed him to sit on the bed.

"Change your clothes first," the man said.

Jiang Suizhou let him carry him all the way, only to feel a dizzy spell on his head. When he sat down in bed, he somehow couldn't tell southeast from northwest.

But he was obedient. When he heard Huo Wujiu’s order, Jiang Suizhou clumsily peeled off his soaked outer robe and casually tossed it to the floor.

"I’m not that wet..." While stripping, he also muttered under his breath.

After completing that task, he had no more strength and leaned sickly to the side against the bedpost.

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou’s inner clothes were dry and he most likely wouldn’t catch a cold, Huo Wujiu didn’t force him anymore. He pressed the wheelchair under his hand to go back to his own couch.

But he heard Jiang Suizhou, who was leaning against the bed, sigh softly.

The sigh was very soft, but Huo Wujiu could hear the exhaustion and bewilderment Jiang Suizhou was trying to hide.

Huo Wujiu came to a stop, and the hand that was supposed to roll his wooden wheel also stopped in its place.

He turned his head sideways and looked at Jiang Suizhou.

Huo Wujiu saw Jiang Suizhou leaning sideways, his forehead against the bed frame. His eyes were drooping pensively, and he didn’t utter a single word.

The surroundings were quiet under the warmth of the lamp. Beautiful pearls and jades were everywhere. The man was clearly sitting in his territory, but he seemed to float in the void with no one to rely on.

“...What’s wrong?” Huo Wujiu, who had never been nosy, asked for some reason.

It took Jiang Suizhou a moment to realize that Huo Wujiu was talking to him.

He opened his eyes, and under the candle flames, those eyes were flooded with starry watery light.

"I've harmed someone." Speaking of this, his voice choked a little. “He was framed because of me."

Huo Wugou most likely knew who he was referring to. After all, he was also present when Meng Qianshan rushed in early this morning.

"It has nothing to do with you," Huo Wujiu said.

Even though he had been in the military for many years, he knew that some innocent people would always be sacrificed in the struggle to frame each other at court. Even if some people were not sacrificed because of Jiang Suizhou, it would be very difficult for them to wisely protect their own hide.

Jiang Suizhou shook his head. "It's my fault," he said, "I must get him out."

Speaking of which, a thought seemed to have occurred to him. His eyes blinked, and a tear suddenly rolled down from his eyes.

Huo Wujiu panicked for no reason, and his movements were rather cramped.

As the tear slid down, Huo Wujiu’s eyebrows wrinkled tightly. His hand on his knee was also clenched into a fist.

"If you want to save him, save him. Why are you crying?" Huo Wujiu said. After a pause, he added, "Is it because you don't know how to save him?"

Although Huo Wujiu didn't know much about Southern Jing’s imperial court, corruption cases had always been very flexible. After all, the flow of a sum of money had to go through many people’s hands. It was not too difficult to save a person who was originally slandered.

Jiang Suizhou, however, shook his head and raised his eyes to Huo Wujiu.

Jiang Suizhou didn't seem to notice that he was crying. Now that he was looking tearfully at Huo Wujiu, he didn’t even wipe the teardrops from his face.

Such a gaze directed at Huo Wujiu made his chest a little tight. But for some reason, his heart became inexplicably active, one beat followed another, pounding especially fiercely. After staring at Huo Wujiu for a while, Jiang Suizhou sighed softly.

"Huo Wujiu, when will your leg heal?"

Huo Wujiu had no expression on his face, but his clenched jaw betrayed some emotions.

...When people got drunk, their speech would become incoherent.

One moment Jiang Suizhou said he was going to save an unrelated person, and the next he wanted to heal his legs. Now that this man was drunk, he acted as if he could manage all other people’s business under the heavens.

However, Huo Wujiu was not too bothered when Jiang Suizhou’s concern was on him.

He seemed to have gotten used to this silly rabbit's stupid habit of putting him first in everything.

A moment of silence later, Huo Wujiu lifted his hand and stretched his rough knuckles to wipe off the tears hanging on Jiang Suizhou's face, as if to wipe away those things that made him worried.

"It's alright," he said, "Sleep."