After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Although Huo Wujiu could be considered an inexperienced young man, he still knew more or less how men were satisfied.

There were so many ways to do it.

Jiang Suizhou didn’t expect he’d arouse him. He quickly hid, but he was pinned down tightly. Although there was nothing really important for him to do at this hour, it wasn’t the time to do that sort of thing in the daytime.

He might be feeling ashamed, but Huo Wujiu wasn’t.

——  Especially when he was fighting hard for a breath of air, he struggled hard. However, while at it, the fire in his body that ignited from both their bodies rubbing against each other also burned.

So, by the time Huo Wujiu finally let him go, it was already more than an hour later.

A single sniff of the scent of ambergris mixed with some other flavors could make people’s ears burn. But Jiang Suizhou had already lost his ardent vigor. He was leaning in Huo Wujiu’s arms, feeling that his hand was awfully sore.

Even his wrist seemed to have lost its senses.

Jiang Suizhou cursed breathlessly at the bottom of his heart.

Seriously, this didn’t look like something a human was capable of. Fortunately, it was just a little taste now. Otherwise, given how delicate his constitution was, he really would have died.

He was drained, but Huo Wujiu was in high spirits.

He put one arm around Jiang Suizhou and sat there askew with his big horse and golden sword, looking totally insatiable. He was downright unconcerned that he got all those messy things everywhere. It was a mess.

He lowered his head, only squinting and smiling as he kissed Jiang Suizhou.

“Your Highness, how is this concubine’s service?” he asked.

Jiang Suizhou closed his eyes and did not bother to entertain him.

Service? What a good concubine he was. Halfway through his service, he let him work hard by himself, pinning his hand to keep him from dodging. In the end, who served whom?

Jiang Suizhou rested his sore and numb hand on his lap, his eyes revealing his dissatisfaction.

However, Huo Wujiu wasn’t waiting for his response either.

He just laughed. His voice sounded low and joyful, and he cuddled Jiang Suizhou in his arms. One moment, he was stretching his hand to grope him recklessly, and the next, his hand moved to his waist again.

“Behave,” Jiang Suizhou finally spoke, and his voice was a little hoarse.

“I’m behaving,” Huo Wujiu lowered his head and gave him a hard kiss on the corner of his eyebrow.

Jiang Suizhou lifted his eyelids and turned his head away, not even bothering to move.

He was truly exhausted. Even if their activity wasn’t such a big movement, it was really enough to exhaust his sick body. On the contrary, Huo Wujiu beside him was brimming with energy. A moment later, he took him to the bed at the back to have a rest, and returned to the imperial study to clean up the remaining memorials for him.

The ambergris incense in the palace room was soothing, so Jiang Suizhou fell asleep in no time. When he opened his eyes again, it was already late.

There were several palace maids and eunuchs standing nearby, with Meng Qianshan in the lead.

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou had woken up, Meng Qianshan promptly approached and helped him sit up.

“You’re awake, Your Highness.” he said. “General Huo instructed these servants before he left to take you back when you wake up.”

“Left?” Jiang Suizhou was not yet fully awake and rubbed his temples. “Where did he go?”

Meng Qianshan said, “Something happened outside the palace, and it’s said to be quite important. But General Huo also said that he won’t come back too late, so Your Highness doesn’t have to wait.”

Jiang Suizhou smiled when he heard this.

“He is good at blowing his own trumpet.” His words were totally impolite, but his tone was soft and gentle.

“Who would wait for him?”

——

The matter on Huo Wujiu’s side was indeed quite important.

After all, Pang Shao and the remnants of his faction were finally raided clean in the past few days. The gold and silver that were confiscated were enough to fill half of the national treasury.

It was such a large fortune that it was staggering. Apart from handing such a vast sum of money to Huo Wujiu, nobody else dared to deal with it.

It was for this reason that Wan Hu went to look for Huo Wujiu today. When Huo Wujiu got the news, he handled the letters on Jiang Suizhou’s desk, and went out of the palace to Pang Manor to make an inventory.

Gold, silver, pearls and jade, paintings and antiques; they almost filled the huge Pang Manor.

Corrupt officials of the past dynasties had never dared to make things too obvious. Even if their wealth was vast, they would hide it.

But the Pang Manor was different.

Pang Shao was so emboldened by his backing that he piled up so many treasures carelessly in his manor and several warehouses. After all, back then, there was no one more powerful than him in the state, except for the Emperor, not to mention that His Majesty was so close to him that he obeyed everything he suggested. Naturally, he had nothing to fear.

With all these properties, just flipping through the account books made Huo Wujiu read through until it was dark.

So, after he liquidated the money, he used part of it as military expenses, and returned most of it to the national treasury. Now the treasury became his personal property. He was still uncertain about the future, so all this wealth was for him and the soldiers to plan for the future.

Besides these, with a big wave of his hand, he set aside a large portion of the money to reward the upper, middle, and lower army. He had always been generous to his soldiers. In terms of money and food, he would give as much as he could, and was never stingy.

Wei Kai was also quite familiar with his style of action.

After Huo Wujiu calculated everything thoroughly, he helped him distribute the records stroke by stroke.

Wei Kai was very quick in his work. He watched as the money on the account dwindled little by little. Those piles of gold and silver riches gradually had places to go.

In the end, there was still a sum of silver left in the account.

Compared with the silver confiscated from the entire Pang Manor, this sum was but a drop in the bucket. Despite this, it was still a staggering amount of silver. Huo Wujiu touched the silver and pondered for a moment, without speaking again.

Wei Kai asked impatiently, “General, what about this money?”

He had long been used to it. Their General had never put money in his eyes. All the spoils of war were used on the edge of the sword, and their general never left a single cent behind.

Wei Kai asked, but the General gave no response.