After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

The postmaster is indeed in a good mood these few days.

Although the Chaozhong has been in a mess recently, the entire Ministry of Ritual has been checked over and over again, and even the Chaotang is a little messy. But with his uncle taking care of it for him, even if this kind of chores pierced the sky, it wouldn't be in front of him.

Therefore, he didn't care what officials the Ministry of Etiquette captured.

However, his uncle told him that the official was very disrespectful of him because he was greedy for money for the Qianqiu banquet. Therefore, the corrupt officials must be severely punished.

Severe punishment was not severely punished, but the master didn't care about it. Instead, his uncle secretly found two thin horses from Yangzhou City in order to compensate him. They changed their names and disguised themselves as official women, and stuffed them into his harem.

The women who came out of the land of wind and moon have a style that a good family girl does not have. Therefore, the queen, who has been drunk in Wenrou Township these few days, feels that since his uncle said that he should be punished severely, it must be true, that is, severe punishment.

Then, within two days, a bigger good thing came to his ears.

His fifth brother, a TB ghost, suddenly developed a high fever and couldn't get up in bed.

Hearing this, the lord was so happy that he immediately jumped up from Wenrouxiang and sent the doctor to the Jingwang Palace to see if he could kill his brother.

Before long, the imperial doctor came back and returned to life.

"His Royal Highness Jing did not have a fever." said the imperial doctor.

When the imperial physician came, the post-master was accompanied by Pang Shao in the sling. After listening to this, the faces of both of them were hard to look.

"What's wrong with that?" Pang Shao put down the card in his hand and asked in a deep voice.

He heard the imperial doctor continue: "Although he does not have a fever, he is bedridden. The minister has probed the pulse of His Royal Highness King Jing, and he was frightened and restless, plus the weakness caused by alcoholism and cold."

Hearing this, Pang Shao started to think.

The poster next to me was dissatisfied: "Then why did he report it to me, saying it was a fever? He still has the time to deceive me when he becomes ill. He is so brave..."

But Pang Shao raised his hand: "Your Majesty."

"Uncle?" The latter looked at Pang Shao.

I saw Pang Shao's pensive face gradually showing a smile.

"If the minister didn't guess wrong...the hidden secrets in this, I'm afraid it is more worthy of your Majesty's joy." He said.

"Why?" The master was puzzled.

I heard Pang Shao say: "Your Majesty knows Ji You?"

After the master thought for a long time, he reluctantly recalled this somewhat familiar name: "Ah, is that the official who is greedy for my silver?"

Pang Shao smiled and nodded.

"The morning he was detained, King Jing hurried to the prison of the Ministry of Justice and met him in private." Pang Shao said.

The queen frowned: "What then?"

Pang Shao smiled and looked at him.

"Then King Jing went to drink alcohol alone in the rain, and within two days, he fell ill. Your Majesty, what is the cause of his ‘panic and restless’?"

After the master thought for a long time, his face gradually revealed a little surprise.

"You mean... he must be embezzled too, for fear of finding him?"

Pang Shao smiled and nodded, but said: "The minister is just a guess."

The eyes of the master suddenly burst into excitement.

"Hurry up then, let someone check it!" he said. "As a courtier, this person dared to hit me on the head, you say, is he deceiving the monarch, is he trying to rebel?"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, as if he could immediately put Jiang Suizhou to death. Speaking of this, he threw the card in his hand onto the couch excitedly, said.

"Uncle, I will investigate this matter, okay?"

Pang Shao looked at him.

He knows best how much his Majesty hates his brother of the Five Emperors.

At that time, the first emperor had few heirs, and several princes died at a young age. Only the fifth child born to the favored concubine was born and raised under the knees of the first emperor.

On the contrary, the majesty at that time, even though he was a son, was as transparent in the eyes of the first emperor, never in his eyes. Everyone in the palace has always been snobbish. Pang Shao knows how much wronged this fifth brother has suffered and how much he hates him.

Therefore, if you want to please your Majesty, you can do it to King Jing. There is nothing wrong with it.

However, what King Jing said is also of the blood of the heavenly family. Although he can toss and insult him, it is difficult to easily kill him. Now, although Jiang Suizhou's head was found in the corruption incident, he was really convicted. Even if he was greedy, he could not be convicted of a felony.

In that case, it is better to hand him over to your majesty and please him like a cricket.

Thinking about this, Pang Shao smiled faintly.

"His Royal Highness is noble, and the ministers dare not exceed it," he said.

"Since your majesty wants to investigate the case, the ministers will immediately allocate manpower and let your majesty send them."

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Once the rain in the south of the Yangtze River starts, there will be endless energy.

From that day when the prince went to Madam Gu’s yard and became ill, the light rain outside has continued to patter for a few days, but there is no clearness.

Even the atmosphere in Anyin Hall became gloomy, making people breathless.

The most direct victim was Meng Qianshan.

The last time he felt this kind of low pressure was when the prince went to Mrs. Xu to stay overnight. But this time, it seemed to be much more serious than the last time. It made him anxious in the Anyin Hall all day, but he couldn't find the reason.

He thought, he still needs the prince to come back.

However, the prince stayed with Mrs. Gu for one day, and then stayed there for the second day.

This is something that has never happened before.

If you want to come to the third day, what does the prince have to come back?

Unexpectedly, on the third night, Gu Changyun heard the news that the prince was sick.

Meng Qianshan rushed to Gu Changyun's courtyard in a hurry, but he didn't expect that he was actually locked out by the prince.

The person who drove him out was Gu Changyun.

He leaned against the door frame, and looked pretty charming in a red dress. Seeing Meng Qianshan being stopped at the door and spinning around in a hurry, he smiled faintly, and said: "What is the hurry? The prince has just ate too much wine in the past two days, and he has lost his body. You can just bring news to the palace and the Ministry of Rites. Please take a few days off for the prince, and the rest...just take care of the lady Huo for the prince."

"This..." Meng Qianshan looked in anxiously.

Gu Changyun raised his hand and stopped his gaze.

"The prince has an order to not let you in." He said. "Ah, has it been raining in the past few days? The prince said, let you go back quickly, turn on the earth dragon in Anyintang, and burn some fire. Don't neglect the crippled person."

After speaking, he arrogantly glanced at Meng Qianshan lightly, turned around, and closed the door.

In the room, Jiang Suizhou was lying on the bed with uneven breath and a little pale face.

"Have you ordered?" he asked.

Gu Changyun stood still by the bed and nodded.

Jiang Suizhou closed his eyes.

He didn't let Meng Qianshan come in, just because he was afraid that he would talk too much, and then asked what he shouldn't ask.

He had thought that after these two days, he would go back to Anyin Hall, but he didn't expect that the effect of the medicine would come so suddenly and violently that it would make him unable to get up, let alone go back to his yard.

Gu Changyun comforted him on the side and said, "Master, don't worry. After the first few days, the effect of this medicine will gradually become milder. By then, the symptoms shown will only be weaker due to heart palpitations."

Jiang Suizhou nodded on the bed.

"Tomorrow, when the palace gets news, I will send someone there," he said.

Gu Changyun nodded and said: "Yes. After the imperial physician in the palace has seen it, let him take medicine, then it will naturally not be cured, and we will have to seek medical advice from the first list."

Jiang Suizhou nodded and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to rest, Gu Changyun retreated sensibly and went outside to rest.

But the atmosphere of Anyintang, where the enthusiasm is beginning to pass through the earth, is condensed.

The little servant and the maids were busy going in and out, they were about to clear the ground dragon that night, and burn some fire to drive away the moisture in the room. And Meng Qianshan, who was standing next to Huo Wujiao, carefully closed his mouth, not daring to say a word.

Huo Wujiao held a book in his hand, but he did not turn the page for a long time.

"There is something to talk about." He said coldly.

Meng Qianshan whispered: "Mrs. Gu said in the courtyard...that the prince could not get up, so he stopped there."

Huo Wujiu did not move.

After a while, he whispered: "What disease did you have?"

Meng Qianshan was speechless for a while.

Huo Wujiu waited for a while without hearing him. After a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Meng Qianshan quietly with a pair of dark eyes.

"Talk." he said.

Meng Qianshan's back was chilled by those eyes, and he shuddered. He hurriedly said: "It means that the prince drank too much wine in the past two days, and...we emptied her body and...he fell ill."

Huo Wujiu remained motionless, only holding the hand of the booklet, tightening his strength abruptly, crumpling the pages of the book.

Drink too much alcohol and lose your body?

Huo Wujiu held the book, a burst of unspeakable irritation appeared in his heart.

Very good... This sick seed is very good.

That day, I had to drink in the concubine’s room, and I had to make a "physical deficit" before I stopped drinking.

Huo Wujiu never knew that a person could be so hateful.

Unlike Jiang Shunheng and Pang Shao, he was so bad that he was able to make people calm and calm.

He looks like a cat, trying to reach people's hearts to seduce Huan, and teaching people's eyes can't do without him. He will do more horrible things to provoke you.

Although they are all trivial things that don't make people think about it, but because it is him who does this kind of thing, and inexplicably becomes like a bottom line, touching it makes people irritable and anxious.

Huo Wujiu's fingers smashed the pages of his book.

Standing next to Meng Qianshan, he felt uncomfortable all over his body. The finger that ran over the book was like a rope over his throat, making him breathless.

At this moment, even as stupid as he was, he knew roughly what the "madam" was thinking in front of him.

He was silently angry, or rather, he was jealous.

"...Mrs. Huo?" After a moment, he whispered strenuously.

I saw that the master paused, and threw the torn book aside.

He said. "Get down."

Meng Qianshan asked in a low voice uneasy: "Madam is okay? Please be relieved, the prince is already weaker, and he often suffers from the wind when he drinks..."

Huo Wujiu, who was sitting in the wheelchair, let out a cold snort.

The next moment, he raised his eyes to Meng Qianshan.

"I'm fine," he said. "I just didn't expect that the rules of your Jing Palace can be so bad."

Meng Qianshan was puzzled.

I saw this master looking out the window coldly, and his voice was as cold as it was squeezed out of his teeth.

"The concubine's room that flattered the Lord would have been killed if it were placed in the Dingbei Hou Mansion."

He said slowly.

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