After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine
Chapter 188

Jiang Suizhou almost sobered up from his drowsiness. He propped up and sat, then watched as Huo Wujiu lifted the bed curtains. He strode out, seemingly to search for something.

Soon, he returned and handed a booklet to Jiang Suizhou.

“Here, it’s for you,” he said.

He looked quite calm, but in fact, he was very nervous.

His men had searched all over Southern Jing and finally found this book in an auction house in Yangzhou. He heard that a prestigious family in Yangzhou originally collected this, but the family fell into decline. A prodigal son squandered the family fortune and engaged in every kind of evil imaginable, so the book was sold out.

He was told that scholars liked this very much.

Huo Wujiu’s subordinates didn’t understand a bit about it, and he was the same. However, since it was a good book, he should give it to Jiang Suizhou.

Huo Wujiu traveled thousands of miles to Yangzhou today and spent a lot of money at the auction house, and finally bought this scrap of a book.

There were countless talented scholars in Jiangnan, and some were rich gentry. Many people were eyeing this book. A few days before the auction, Yangzhou even set up a betting game, betting on whose hand this famous book would fall to.

As a result, it was bought by the little-known Second Master Huo.

At that time, the spectacle at the auction house was a tad difficult to control. There was even a great scholar who competed in bidding with Huo Wujiu. He failed to raise the price, however, and failed to succeed bidding. He even flicked his sleeve and left in anger.

However, Second Master Huo naturally didn’t care about him.

He just carried the book and speedily rushed back to the palace to sleep with his husband.

At any rate, in his opinion, this book was really not a good thing.

The cover was old and tattered, and the handwriting inside was also messy and flamboyant. Coupled with the obscure language, he couldn’t understand a word in it.

Huo Wujiu couldn’t understand why those literati were fond of picking up such junk.

Therefore, he felt uneasy at this time, fearing that the book he bought would not please Jiang Suizhou.

He stealthily looked at Jiang Suizhou.

Meanwhile, Jiang Suizhou reached out and took the book, flipped through it, but then his face remained expressionless.

Jiang Suizhou froze in place.

This book turned out to be the manuscript of a great musician of the previous dynasty!

That person was famous for his talent in that dynasty, and no divine music had ever been produced after his generation. A single poem of his could be passed down from mouth to mouth in the ancient times when information was not available, but in modern times, it was familiar and well-known even to women and children.

This collection of poems were actually written with his own hands.

His ideas and revisions, as well as some inspirations, were all in the book. Flipping a page was akin to talking to the famous writer from a distance, which was entirely different from trying to figure out his thoughts based on the words a thousand years later.

Jiang Suizhou was rendered momentarily speechless.

It should be known that after a thousand years, only copy scraps of this book were placed in the National Museum, and it was a national treasure-level cultural relic. He had gone to read it, and there were only a few words left on the scrap page. It was not a thick one like what he was holding.

This feeling was too surreal.

Jiang Suizhou did not return to his senses for a moment. He was about to speak, but Huo Wujiu suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the book away.

“It’s not a surprise. I’m teasing you.” He said, “It’s just a trashy book. Let me throw it away for you.”

Huo Wujiu was feeling chagrined.

Sure enough, it was a piece of junk that only poor literati would pursue. Jiang Suizhou just flipped it open and took a look, and his face went cold.

Better get this shit out of here, he thought.

But as soon as he snatched the book away, Jiang Suizhou immediately panicked and rushed forward to grab it, almost falling off the bed. Huo Wujiu hurriedly stepped forward, caught him and held him steady in his arms.

“What are you doing?” Huo Wujiu was shocked. He almost fell!

Jiang Suizhou didn’t answer. Instead he anxiously rebuked, “What are you doing?!” Then he moved to get the book.

“Why are you throwing it?!”

Huo Wujiu was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that Jiang Suizhou actually treasured this rubbish.

He looked down and took a look at the scrap book he was holding with one hand.

Since Jiang Suizhou appreciated it, it must not be trash. In an instant, the scrap book looked a lot more pleasing to Huo Wujiu’s eyes.

The next moment, Jiang Suizhou snatched the book back, treating it as if it were precious.

What was this in Jiang Suizhou’s eyes? It was the blood and ingeniousness of a divine talent, a treasure of civilization. With this book, people thousands of years later could also be like him, forming a divine friendship with this famous master.

No amount of money could buy that.

“Where did you get it?” Jiang Suizhou asked.

Huo Wujiu concealed the pride and joy in his heart.

“I bought it,” he said.

“Did you go out today just to buy this back?” Jiang Suizhou asked.

Huo Wujiu felt even more happy when he heard his question.

You like this piece of shit, right? You know I treat you well, right? When you’re mine, I will give you whatever you like under the heavens, be it a star that can’t be picked from the sky or a treasure that can’t be bought by the world.

Anyway, no matter what it is, I’ll give them all to you.

Huo Wujiu raised his eyebrows, and his lips twitched.

“It was a little far, and it took a little effort on the road.” His tone was flat, but the tail behind him was wagging high.

But Jiang Suizhou couldn’t care less about praising the big dog who had done good deeds at this moment.

He held the book in his hand, as if he would damage it if he were to exert a bit more effort. Next, he carefully flipped through it, pages by page.