After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

The next day, Huo Yuyan did not see Jiang Suizhou in the Imperial Study Room. The dog-legged **** next to King Jing stayed in the Imperial Study Room.

Huo Yuyan entered the imperial study room. Before speaking, he saw the **** greeted him with a flattering smile, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, are you looking for our prince?"

I really will put gold on my face.

Huo Yuyan's expression became colder, and she gave him a cool look.

But this **** is the least likely to look at people's winks. Seeing that Huo Yuyan looked calm, he didn't notice it at all, and explained with a smile: "Our prince is upset today, so we won't come, and we will send a special slave to say hello to His Royal Highness."

Huo Yuyan said coldly: "I see, you can go back."

The **** sighed and stepped back.

Huo Yuyan turned his head and glanced at his back, showing two doubts on his face.

But then, his doubts were answered.

When the **** retired, Huo Yuyan sat in the dragon chair for a while, only to find that the books on the dragon case were missing a lot. He roughly read it and found that all the files he had dealt with over the time regarding the transfer of various officials had disappeared.

Sure enough, something abnormal must be a demon.

"I have some notes that I didn't finish processing yesterday. Go and ask, why aren't they here?" Huo Yuyan frowned and ordered the little **** beside him.

The little **** responded and hurried to ask.

After a while, the little **** ran all the way back and hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, people outside said that it was General Huo who came to the Imperial Study Room today and asked if you have been busy recently. I heard that you are handling these files. Okay, I took it away and said to distribute it for you."

Those files have indeed been sorted out, but Huo Yuyan has always been cautious in doing things, even if things have been completed, they must be checked and confirmed again and again.

However, Huo Wujiu's move seemed to be really helping him, but it was self-defeating.

At this time, he couldn't say anything, so he gritted his teeth and whispered in a low voice, "I see. Send someone back and thank Wugui for me."

The little **** responded.

Seeing Huo Yuyan's face ugly, sitting in front of the imperial case but having nothing to do, the little **** hurried forward and whispered: "However, I heard that Miss Lou did not go to the military today."

Huo Yuyan paused, then looked up and asked, "Where did she go?"

The little **** said: "I heard that Miss Lou Suori loves to play around in Lin'an City. There is nothing to do today. His Royal Highness is tired these days, so it's better to relax. If you are here for the first time, it is better to let Miss Lou be an expert. Are you going around?"

Huo Yuyan paused, then gave a faint smile.

"How to disturb others?" he said gently.

"Not to be a nuisance! Miss Lou loves lively, presumably she also likes to travel with others! If Your Highness is willing, why not ask someone to inquire?"

Huo Yuyan pondered for a moment, then gave a hmm.

"Alright," he said. "Just be cautious. Don't be abrupt. It's not good to disturb Miss Lou."

The little **** laughed ambiguously, and he kept saying yes.

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Lou Wanjun is indeed a busy person.

It was mainly a few days ago that she met several new friends at the banquet welcoming Huo Yuyan. Those new friends were all generals under Huo Wujiu's command. They had no chance of contacting them before, and after a drink together, they were considered acquaintances.

All these people have a playful personality. They said that there is a sorghum wine in the West Market that is excellent, not to mention the high mellowness, the fragrance can be smelled half a mile away, and it is even stronger and fragrant when you drink it in your mouth.

He just said Lou Wanjun was greedy.

Just these few days, due to the large number of nobles in the city, Huo Wujiu always went to the barracks again, so these generals were strictly guarding their posts and did not dare to move around.

On the contrary, Lou Wanjun was quiet and free, so he was stunned by the generals and slipped into the city to buy wine.

Lou Wanjun liked this job very much, and agreed without saying a word.

However, the West Market is very large, the generals are not familiar with their lives and the positions given are not precise. However, Lou Wanjun was not too troublesome, strolling around the West Market, and followed the smell to find the shop.

As a result, before the shop could find her, she was attracted by the sound of a smash.

Not far in front of her, there were a few scholar-like people standing around, and they smashed them.

As they smashed something on the ground, there was a clattering sound. What came out of the crowd, Lou Wanjun glanced intently, it was a pen.

"Let me see, we Lin'an genius Nie Cong, Grand Master Nie, what are we writing?" One of them raised his voice and said in the crowd.

Then, he read what was in his hand strangely.

"My wife Gui E, how is the house during my absence? When the rice should be harvested at home, I will work in the city. If I can't go back, you and our mother will have to..."

He heard a clear voice in the crowd interrupting him.

"Brother Du, this is a private letter from someone else, it's better not to make it public," the person said.

"Aren't you writing all personal letters?" the man screamed. "Knowing that Master Nie, you are very poor, you want to come out and set up a stall to write letters to this group of illiterate poor people to make money, and you don't have to be self-conscious and write these **** and unreasonable things?"

"The letter was written to his wife, not to Brother Du for you to taste." The clear voice rang again. "Please return this letter."

"Give it back to you? If you have the ability, you can grab it? Nie Cong, if you dare to move my finger here, then you will become a murderer in the downtown area. See if you are still eligible to participate in the test in the coming year?"

Lou Wanjun frowned as she listened.

Who is this person? Openly smashed the writing booth in the downtown area, and even bite back?

Lou Wanjun couldn't see such a thing when she was a child, and as soon as she stroked her sleeve, she had to push away the crowd and rush in.

At this moment, an old woman held her by her side.

"Girl don't go!" The old woman was an insole seller, with rough calluses on her hands.

Lou Wanjun turned around and saw the old woman hurriedly persuading him: "That Young Master Du, a young master of a high-ranking official family, has been making trouble here several times, no one dared to care."

Lou Wanjun frowned: "Then why is he making trouble?"

The old woman lowered her voice: "The young man who wrote the letter is from a poor family, but he won the top spot in the rural exam. This young man is the same year as him, so he is jealous."

Lou Wanjun sneered: "What high official, I'm going to meet."

With his son of a high-ranking official, even if he was Huo Wuji's son, she would still be able to beat him.

The old woman hurriedly pulled her: "Girl! This is going to lose your head!"

Lou Wanjun patted her hand and said warmly, "Madam, don't be afraid, I'm better than him."

As she said, she turned around, swiping her sleeves, and pushed aside the crowd.

That Young Master Du took a few small attendants, and they were splashing around at the moment. I saw that the writing booth was smashed into a mess, and the young man was holding the letter in his hand, and he kept leaning in front of the young man who wrote the letter.

And the young man stood in place like a green pine, his hands tightly clenched to his side, and the blue veins on the back of his thin white hands were slightly raised.

"You do it, come here, just say hello to the young master!" Na Du Master was still yelling.

Lou Wanjun strode forward and slipped up the collar of his neck.

"Okay, it's all up to you." She gritted her teeth and dropped the young man Du with one hand. She made a heavy fist towards the face he had just moved forward.

Suddenly, people turned their backs on their backs, startled by the exclamation around them.

Lou Wanjun can't take care of these. This young man is just a weak chicken who can only chant poems and paint, and in front of her is worse than the sandbags in the barracks. With one hand in her hand, she only greeted him on the face, and easily beat the son to a bruised face.

Then, as soon as she raised her hand, she pulled the young man into the corner of the wall.

There was even a slight applause from the onlookers.

"Who, dare to be presumptuous here!" a little guy next to him hurriedly said loudly.

The next moment, Lou Wanjun held his collar.

"I was just about to ask you." She twitched her mouth and gave a grinning grin. "Let me listen, your father is an incredible high-ranking official, dare you make you mess in the downtown?"

Mr. Du, who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, finally opened his eyes and said loudly: "Where is the stinky girl! I really want to die!"

Hearing the words "Smelly Wife", Lou Wanjun let out a hissing breath, rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward to beat him up again.

But at this moment, one person raised his hand to stop her.

The coarse cloth robe has rough stitches, but it is indescribably clean and straight when worn on that person. The hand that stood in front of Lou Wanjun was quite white, so she raised her head and looked at the owner of that hand.

…What a handsome young boy!

Lou Wanjun's gaze paused, and she couldn't help but glance again.

He is clean and tall, with sloppy eyebrows and a little coldness, with a faint smell of writing and ink on his body.

It seemed that it was the young man named Nie Cong that they had just mentioned.

"Girls don't need to." Nie Cong said, really, his voice was clear, it was him. "This person is not easy to provoke, so I can deal with it by myself. The girl should leave first."

Lou Wanjun looked at him and then at herself.

Sure enough, the clothes she wore were neat and neat, and looked very simple, not like a powerful person at all. She has never had the habit of showing off, plus she always practises martial arts on horseback. Such clothes are comfortable to wear.

But at this moment, Lou Wanjun had a strong desire for expression.

This kind of boy who is bullied on the street is not humble or overbearing, and at such a critical moment, who is still worried about afflicting her. Who wouldn't want to protect him?

Lou Wanjun raised her hand on the young man's arm, smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry."

As she said, she strode forward, under the eyes of everyone, walked to Master Du, and kicked him a few times.

Then, she knelt down and lifted him up. She wiped the silver from him with one hand, and when she raised her hand, she threw it to Nie Cong.

"Pay your letter stand." Lou Wanjun turned to Nie Cong and said. "Take it."

Then, she turned around and said to Lord Nadu in a loud voice.

"Now, tell me who your father is and open my eyes." she said.

The corners of Mr. Du's mouth were swollen, and the words were a little vague at this time, but he still said loudly: "My father is the assistant of the Ministry of Industry, Du Ren, why, do you think you are a gangster who can afford it!"

Lou Wanjun laughed.

"Ashamed, I really can afford it," she said. "Make a bet, believe it or not? Today, neither your father nor you have a good fruit."

With that, she threw Young Master Du to the ground and stood up.

"Keep talking!" Du Gongzi was still stiff.

"There are more crazy ones." Lou Wanjun glanced down at him, then turned around, and glanced over the few of his attendants.

"You guys, remember clearly. Whoever dares to make trouble here, then next time you come to beat you, it is Lou Yue. The next time, then the one who beats you again is Huo Wujiu."

People around me don't know who the girl in front of me is, but no one knows who General Lou Yuelou is and who Huo Wujiu is.

There was a scream of exclamation around, and even those few attendants were frightened and weakened.

At this moment, a carriage drove by and hurriedly stopped beside it.

"Sister Wanjun?" The man in the car opened the curtain, showing just the right surprise on his face.

Lou Wanjun turned her head and blinked in confusion.

Huo Yuyan? Why does he appear here?

For a while, Lou Wanjun didn't know whether to call him Brother Huo or His Royal Highness, and stood in place with some embarrassment.

However, Huo Yuyan in the car swept over the crowd without a trace.

The few young boys who were beaten didn't need to look at them, and the people onlookers didn't have much to look at.

It is worth noting that Lou Wanjun's spirited and unequal appearance at this time, and the shabby young man standing next to the smashed stall.

He is tall, tall, and looks... also extremely outstanding.

Huo Yuyan's expression darkened.