The husband is actually time-traveling!

It was about a man's dignity, and Huo Xiang still felt resentful after all.

He silently nicknamed the original owner of the body "Kidney Deficiency Boy" in his heart, which contained a lot of resentment.

What made him sneer the most was that the original owner was not in good health, but his character was terrible. He was a typical CPU master and very unseemly.

Thinking of this, Huo Xiang touched his nose more and more guiltily, and comforted him with a thoughtful and meaningful words: "Don't think too much about it, Kidney... Maybe the old King Xuan fell in love with you at first sight, but on the wedding night, he found that he couldn't. , he acted like this just for his vain face. You are beautiful and smart, and you are a golden princess. Which man wouldn’t want to marry you home? Don’t belittle yourself."

"Xinjin has recently been recruiting troops in Longzhou, northwest, and under your banner. Are those assassins motivated by your brother? But if it is for this reason, your life is far more valuable than a corpse. It’s a bit unreasonable. Why don’t you think about it again, do you have any other enemies?”

There are so many enemies.

In fact, Wan Yanjing could probably guess who the enemy was. The reason why she told Huo Xiang so much was that in addition to telling him something, she also wanted to get some words from the amnesiac Huo Xiang to understand some of his truest thoughts.

A person will change a lot over time, but there will also be some subconscious behaviors that will remain the same many years later.

For example, Huo Xiang was born with a tender affection for women, which sounds somewhat incredible.

On the surface, King Xuan looked no different from most men of this era. I heard that he was very comfortable with partying and banquets in the military camp in his early years. When the rough guys teased the young ladies in the romantic field, he would also say a few words of joy.

But Wan Yanjing always felt that he seemed to stick to a cautious line deep down.

The eldest princess Qin Yueyi was criticized for her past experience of becoming a prostitute and was criticized verbally and written by countless literati, but Huo Xiang didn't care at all.

Outsiders thought that the eldest princess was so deviant because she was the aunt of the Holy Emperor and had a respected status.

But Wanyanjing observed that the emperor did not respect his aunt very much. No matter what Qin Yueyi did, the one who supported her unconditionally was not her nephew who was a noble person in Tianhuang, nor her romantic lovers, but Huo Xiang is such a big boy.

Before Wang Xiaolan met Huo Xiang, she was just an inconspicuous concubine in the family. She was made things difficult for her by her eldest wife and chastised by her eldest sister. Later, due to changes, she took refuge with her aunt and met Huo Xiang. From then on, her life took a completely different direction from that of ordinary women. path of.

Huo Xiang defied all opinions and promoted her to be the first female general in the history of the mainland.

Yes, although what she told Huo Xiang was the truth, there were also many parts that she exaggerated and distorted.

It is true that King Xuan was two-faced. He scared her on their wedding night. It was also true that he sat with Wang Xiaolan behind his back and complained about her. He also said that she was not as good as Wang Xiaolan and made her feel ashamed.

But his intentions may not be so bad.

These days, through more and more details in her memories, she also tasted something else.

Those words and things that she has always been brooding about may have some inner stories behind them that she doesn't know about.

Is it because of the system?

Huo Xiang is not allowed to do those things?Say those words?

In the afternoon, Xu Yilian asked someone to send a message and made an appointment with Divine Doctor Ning at noon the next day.

Huo Xiang took the goose out of the inn, not knowing what he was doing.

Wan Yanjing was alone in the guest room. She had nothing to do, so she took a posture and meditated.

Wisps of inner energy wandered in her meridians, but soon, she discovered something strange.

The meridians that were originally smooth are now blocked everywhere.

Just like the leaves withering from the branches, they are separated from the nutrient supply of the main trunk and become stiff and lifeless.

She didn't know when she had activated the ability of inner vision. The first time she used it, she saw nothing but desolation and devastation. She suddenly understood what Mr. Fang meant.

It turned out to be so!

But why?

What on earth is destroying her meridians?

She said she was open-minded, but Wanyanjing was not willing to accept it. She was still so young, how could she die?

Not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled!
You have to die to understand.

As she continued to travel up the river, a huge sense of crisis gradually enveloped her consciousness, and the pressure became more and more intense.

But Wanyanjing did not give up.

Huge, vast, terrifying... She seemed to be getting closer and closer to a behemoth whose full picture was unknown.

Wan Yanjing's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and a colorful halo of light appeared vaguely on the dark front end, but the next moment, a huge impact hit like a tsunami.

She was forced to stop the Vipassana method, and her consciousness was washed away to pieces.

"Oh!"

The world was spinning, and her eyes were blurry. The tables, chairs, bed and cabinets seemed to be shaking. Wanyanjing lost control and fell on the bed, hitting her head hard on the edge of the bed. However, she seemed not to notice it, with a golden light in her empty eyes. Flashing.

After a long time, Wan Yanjing stopped twitching and shaking slightly, and escaped from the suffocating and terrifying situation just now.

A few tears fell from my eyelashes, and my underwear was wet with cold sweat.

Sanity gradually returned.

Wanyan Jing sat up with lingering fear and touched her wet and cold cheek.

"Then...what the hell is that?"

There was noise outside the inn from time to time.

The large number of newly arrived refugees at the city gate caused some troubles in the city from time to time, and the government officials in Lucheng were too busy to keep their feet on the ground.

Wanyanjing was uneasy and finally breathed a sigh of relief after finally returning to Huo Xiang.

"What did you bring back?" Wanyanjing opened her lips slightly, but did not mention what happened before.

"I saw someone selling eggs on the roadside, so I bought them back with a basket. The size of this basket is just right for Xiaxia to make a nest, isn't it Xiaxia?" Huo Xiang took out the eggs and threw them into the medicine stove. After cooking, he took the basket to the water basin to clean it, wiped it dry, and then folded the old clothes in it and put the goose in it.

"Do you need to be so squeamish? Those who didn't know would have thought you had a son."

Huo Xiang scratched the goose's neck and shook his head and said, "It's my daughter. I asked people to see it outside. It's a little goose."

Wanyanjing rolled her eyes.

Huo Xiang comforted the little goose, remembered something, and unfolded the medicine bag placed aside.

After the eggs were boiled and taken out, he stuffed two of them into Wanyanjing's hand and started to brew the medicine.

Although Wan Yanjing lost her sense of smell, she was still aware of the bitter and hot steam that gradually evaporated.

"What are you cooking?"

Huo Xiang's hand shook: "Boil...boil the eggs!"

?

Wan Yanjing didn't understand why he lied, but since he wasn't cooking medicine for her, she was too sensible to ask any further questions.

Huo Xiang looked at the thick black medicinal soup in front of him, and his mouth began to feel bitter.

When the medicine was cooked and almost cold, he held his nose and drank it all.

He understood that people should not hide their illnesses and avoid medical treatment, so he obediently went to see an andrologist.

It's just that the doctor didn't see anything wrong, so he prescribed a few innocuous tonics, saying he would take them first to see the effect.

But this, this is too painful.

Maybe the bitter taste of the medicine really worked. That night, Huo Xiang had a dream.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring night is short.

Huo Xiang's eyes widened in the dream.

His hot breath was touching the snow-white skin, and the white mist he breathed lingered on the tip of his nose in the extremely cold environment, and then drifted towards the beautiful back that was perfect for cupping.

The smooth spine in front of him trembled slightly, as if he felt his suddenly quickened breathing, and then became blushing with shyness.

(End of this chapter)