The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 115 Li Meng (Twenty-three)

Since ancient times, there have been countless people who have been affected by disasters for no apparent reason, and who have been inexplicably smashed to death by black cauldrons falling from the sky.

She won't be the first, nor will she be the last.

At this time, it is particularly important to comply with destiny and be willing to admit defeat.

Wan Yanjing closed her eyes slightly and was speechless for a while before agreeing with Lao Xu's remarks, "It's true!".

Lao Xu coughed twice and was about to say something when he heard Wan Yanjing sobbing faintly behind him.

"You're crying!" Probably because the severe pain caused by the internal injuries was tearing at his heart and lungs, Lao Xu was very irritable and irritable.

Wanyanjing was shocked for a moment by his scolding and stopped crying for a few breaths.

She sniffed, seemingly frightened, trying hard to suppress her cries, but actually her mind was spinning.

Some details that were once commonplace, but now seem suspicious when I think about them, repeatedly linger in front of my eyes:

Lao Xu hated her very much and made no secret of it.

She discovered very early on that none of Huo Xiang's followers, except Shi Piansheng, could deal with her.

Like Wang Xiaolan, like Butler Zhang, like the eldest princess, like... the old Xu in front of me.

Wang Xiaolan and she are love rivals, so they should naturally hate her; Butler Zhang has different ideas about running the government from hers, and as Huo Xiang's number one fan, it seems reasonable to hate her; since ancient times, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law rarely have a harmonious relationship, and she consciously hates everyone. The eldest princess is always respectful, but there is nothing she can do if the eldest princess doesn’t like her. As for Lao Xu, Lao Xu is a secretive coachman. As a hidden master of formations, he is ordered around by her all day long. Of course it won't be fun to pull a horse, drive a car, and run here and there. It's understandable to have resentment, but this kind of resentment shouldn't reach the level of hatred, right? Looking at Lao Xu's aggressive energy, it seemed more like he had a blood feud with her.

She usually used imagination and speculation to make up reasons for their hatred, but Lao Xu's excessive behavior after breaking up made her wonder if there might be another hidden reason.

The rumble of the carriage was faintly mixed with other sounds. Wanyanjing's eyesight was almost gone, and her hearing was much more sensitive. She heard that a single horse was catching up from behind.

Although the carriage driven by Lao Xu cannot be compared with the one in the palace, with the blessing of runes, it is more than twice as fast as an ordinary carriage.

But the person chasing behind was faster, and the target was clearly them. Through the sound, it could be clearly felt that the distance between them was quickly closing.

Lao Xu also heard the movement behind him. He muttered a curse and raised his whip to speed up the process, but the pursuers behind him also speeded up.

The sound of horse hooves was only a few dozen feet away.

Wan Yanjing's original idea of ​​using tears to make Lao Xu more accommodating suddenly changed, and her crying tone became louder.

"That's it, that's it..." Wan Yanjing murmured, and suddenly burst out laughing loudly with tears in her eyes, her unfocused brows and eyes filled with a bit of madness.

"You're crazy!" Old Xu rolled his head and glanced back. He was being chased by a single rider behind him, so he didn't have time to pay attention to Wanyan Jing's abnormality.

"Old Xu! Slow down, it's me, wait for me." The voice of the pursuer came clearly to Old Xu's ears.

Lao Xu hesitated for a moment, then stopped the carriage and waited for the solo rider behind him to catch up.

The person chasing was Wang Xiaolan, who had stayed behind to stop Monk A'zhu. At this time, she was riding on a maroon horse. Although she looked a little embarrassed, her eyes were focused. It was obvious that she had not eaten anything during the confrontation with Monk A'zhu. deficit.

In comparison, Old Xu, who was pale and green, seemed to be seriously injured. Wang Xiaolan frowned worriedly, and was about to say a few words of concern for this rare rune master, but unexpectedly, a copper kettle suddenly flew out of the carriage, just in time. Hit Lao Xu on the head.

A wisp of blood flowed down Lao Xu's forehead. Lao Xu's whole head was buzzing, and the things in front of him turned into double images.

Wan Yanjing threw a copper kettle before she finished, and picked up the sandbags from the carriage and pointed them at his head. The sandbag missed its target and was caught by Wang Xiaolan.

"Wan Yanjing, why are you crazy?" Wang Xiaolan threw the sandbag back into the carriage and yelled at her angrily.

"That's it, that's it..." Wan Yanjing seemed to have not seen her at all, her eyes were wide open, and there were two tears hanging from the corners of her eyes as she kept repeating the four words "that's it".

"Lao Xu, are you okay with your head? What happened to her?"

Lao Xu pulled off a piece of his clothes and covered his head. He took a breath and stood aside suspiciously to observe Wanyan Jing: "You fucking know it."

Wang Xiaolan leaned on the small carriage, threw the trauma medicine bottle to Lao Xu, and touched the talisman on the inside of the carriage: "I have been chasing you for several hours. You are always very powerful. If I don't call you, you will be killed." We are leaving Yuzhou."

"General, what are you chasing after? Lao Xu, I think the ones you are chasing are those great monks. You will almost die trying to catch this car."

Wang Xiaolan picked up the copper kettle and drank some water for herself, wiped the blood on her face, and asked Huo Xiang, "By the way, where is Feiqing?"

Old Xu smiled and said: "He is a very nice boy. He went to eat at the banquet hosted by the governor."

Wang Xiaolan was curious and wanted to know what kind of seat it was, but Wan Yanjing suddenly made a sad voice in the carriage.

"Huo Xiang is not afraid of dying. He will eat my table in a few days, and after that, it will be the table for the two of you. Who is in charge of the clear water and green mountains? If the love is cut off, my soul will die and you will be reunited."

Wang Xiaolan poked her head into the carriage and saw Wan Yanjing, her hair disheveled, leaning against the carriage wall like a crazy woman.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Wan Yanjing's eyes. Wan Yanjing showed no reaction, which made Wang Xiaolan feel a little nervous: "Old Xu, there is something wrong with your princess. What did Monk Azhu do to her?"

Old Xu said ambiguously: "Is he out of his mind? Why don't he take him to the miracle doctor for a look? Mr. Lin sent a message saying that he would wait for us in Jincheng. He also sent a letter to the prince and we will meet up in Jincheng."

"Jincheng? What's Lin Sanyuan doing there if he's not waiting in Diaojia Village? Okay, let's go to Jincheng then. I'll drive. You can rest in the car."

"I'm an old man, how can I sit with the princess? It's better for me to drive."

The two started arguing over who was driving.

Wanyanjing heard the sound and laughed: "Why, who is driving? Huo Xiang didn't arrange that bitch for you? It's not like his meticulous style."

This familiar sarcastic tone brought Wang Xiaolan's attention back: "Your Highness, are you not crazy? Looking at your sloppy appearance, I really can't tell you are a normal person."

Lao Xu coughed twice and interrupted their conversation: "I'd better drive the car. General Wang can ride your little red horse faster. We'd better get to Jincheng before dark."

Wanyanjing scratched her head and made her already messy hair even more messy. She looked very desperate and smiled sadly: "Old Xu is so anxious, are you afraid that I will die before I reach Jincheng? Don’t worry, I’m going to wait for that bitch Huo Xiang. He will steal my country’s fate, destroy my entire family, and humiliate my reputation. I must always remember him before I die, so that I can rest assured and go to hell to recite the curse for tens of millions of years.”

Wang Xiaolan was about to lead the little red horse, but at this moment she stopped, turned around and said doubtfully: "What nonsense are you talking about whether you should live or die? What kind of national destiny? Who do you think steals the national destiny?"

Wanyanjing tilted her head in the direction of Lao Xu: "Old Xu, aren't you wondering why the spiritual luck is in my body? I remembered it all. The half of the spiritual luck was integrated into my body by Huo Xiang's magic. Massacre My old country still puts all the blame on me, hahahaha, good tricks and good plans, you are really a wise and mighty good prince."

Wang Xiaolan looked at Lao Xu, waiting for his explanation: "Why don't I understand what you are talking about? Did I miss some important news?"

The smile disappeared from Lao Xu's face, and his somewhat gray eyes stared at Wan Yanjing in confusion: "The spell performed by the prince? Do you know what you are talking about?"

(End of this chapter)