The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 56 Please Listen to the Big Wife
Just like Wan Yanjing's appearance when she first stepped into Ascending Immortal Hall.

Huo Xiang soon saw the two eye-catching pillars.

He couldn't help following the inscription on the pillar and murmured: "By having two armpits with Yuchuan, the immortals may not be in love. They will send people home with flowing water."

Old Xu followed along and said with emotion: "Good words, good words! Every time I see this pillar you inscribed, my lord, I..."

He was a little short of pen and ink in his chest, and couldn't think of an adjective to flatter him for a while, so he could only clap his hands dryly.

"They all feel very beautiful."

Huo Xiang put away his hippie smile, and asked word by word: "You said, I wrote this?"

Old Xu gave him a strange look, and then remembered that the prince had lost his memory. Now that he has lost his memory, it is only natural that he does not remember.

"Yes, my lord, you are a frequent visitor to Shengxian Hall, and you are also good friends with the boss here. Boss Zhan must be busy today, so he didn't come out."

As Lao Xu said, he tapped his head with his index finger again, signaling to Huo Xiang: "The imperial doctor ordered to visit more familiar places, which will help restore memory. How about it, does the prince think of anything?"

Huo Xiang stood under the pillar with an unclear expression.

The writing on the pillar was similar to the handwriting he had copied from the original owner these days, but it was the poem that made him silent.

Borrowing two armpits with Yuchuan...

Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy Fengshui Cave Works", he will never remember it wrong anyway.

In this era, there is neither Li Bai nor Su Shi, so how did these two poems come about?
These two sentences were originally written by Su Shi when he visited the beautiful cave and felt that the spring water in the cave was beautiful.

The original meaning is:
If the clear and beautiful spring water in the cave is lent to Yuchuanzi, who is known as the tea fairy, to make tea, Yuchuan will definitely feel the wind blowing in his armpits, and he will feel like a fairy.This scene makes people linger and forget to leave and does not want to leave, and running water is needed to send people home.

It is used to describe the bathhouse, but it is also vivid, but...

"Who is Yuchuan?"

"Huh?" Old Xu looked puzzled.

Huo Xiang raised his hand and pointed to the word Yuchuan on the pillar: "How do you explain the word Yuchuan here?"

Old Xu is a rough man who doesn't know poetry, but he is familiar with "Yuchuan".

He pointed his thumb back, Huo Xiang turned his head and saw Yuchuan Pavilion behind him.

Below the huge Yuchuan Pavilion sign is an advertising sign:
"Yuchuange underarm therapy, lymphatic drainage, 20 texts each time..."

"..."

Huo Xiang took a deep breath.

His eyes swept across the ancient and modern minimalist decoration style of Shengxian Hall, and several bold guesses arose spontaneously.

The original owner, King Wuxuan, was actually the same person as him. He really suffered from amnesia, and only remembered the things before time travel.

The original owner, King Wuxuan, is not alone with him, but he is also a time-traveler. This body is actually a time-traveling target, and every modern person who time-travels to play can replace this identity.

Huo Xiang rubbed his chin, and walked into the Yuchuan Pavilion in deep thought. Such a serious and bright demeanor suddenly had a bit of the charm of King Wuxuan.

Regardless of the truth, we'll talk about it after taking a big bath.
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After the lightning and thunder, it was pouring rain.

Huo Xiang woke up inexplicably in the middle of the night, the thunder made him a little irritable, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

He strolled into the outer room, and Miss Yandan slept peacefully on the small bed in the outer room.

Miss Yandan is very good, she will not covet his beautiful body, and she is very upright.

With Miss Yandan around, Huo Xiang finally escaped the torment of being disturbed by Concubine Ji climbing the bed in the middle of the night for the past few days.

Miss Yandan is worthy of being a good hand of the Jiaofang Division. She had a match with Concubine Ji as soon as she entered the mansion. The two sisters and sisters cordially called and were busy in the intrigue. Huo Xiang was probably relieved.

He passed Xinna's concubine and walked out of Lin'an Hall.

The boy who was waiting outside for the night fell asleep when he heard the footsteps and flew away instantly.

"King, my lord."

Huo Xiang nodded, looking at this young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old with a complicated expression.

In his previous life, he was not much older than this boy, and now he can be his father.

Is it Ah Fu or Wang Fu?

Well, that's not important.

Braving the slanting drizzle of the rain, he walked through the small corridor and came to the study next to him with the servant.

Huo Xiang sat by the desk and opened his diary.

The boy was yawning, palming the lamp and rubbing the ink. He lowered his head, showing no interest in the notebook that the prince would take out to record every day.

He understands the rules. Although he is illiterate, he can't even glance at things he shouldn't.

Huo Xiang has already recorded today's diary in the evening.

In recent days, his diary has become more and more succinct. Today's diary only includes one sentence:

The secretary of Jiaofang listened to the music, redeemed Yandan, and took a bath in Shengxiantang.

Instead of turning to the next page and continuing to write, he went back to the first page.

It was a blank page, and the paper was slightly bumpy, as if it had been accidentally wet by water and then dried out.

Huo Xiang pondered for a long time, tore off that page, and soaked it in the brush beside him.

In the next second, two lines of dignified and powerful blue regular script appeared on the page.

The previous line is the traditional Chinese version of Daqin:
Ami, it's all yours from now on!

Headless and brainless, but Huo Xiang knew that A Mi was the nickname of Princess Wanyanjing.

The next line of text made Huo Xiang's pupils shrink suddenly:
Xiang, please listen to your eldest wife.

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The rain was getting heavier, and amidst a rumbling sound, the city gate of Shangjing opened and closed again.

The horse splashed water marks several feet high on the bluestone road.

The Babaili emergency report awakened many important figures, the commander of the imperial army, the military department, the left and right prime ministers, and generals above the fourth rank were declared into the palace overnight.

Overnight, martial law was enforced in Beijing.

The atmosphere became extremely tense.

Everyone smelled an unusual breath, something big was about to happen.

The next morning, it was still raining.

Braving the heavy rain, the Black Armored Guards raided the city wantonly.

A lot of newcomers came to the prison, and Gao Tingwei was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground that he tortured these newcomers.

It was already the fifth day of Wan Yanjing's imprisonment, she sat disheveled and disheveled in the dungeon, listening to the occasional screams from outside.

Among the newly arrested people, none of them had the same status as her, so there were no new tenants at the scene of Master Cao's death opposite the cell.

Although I was imprisoned for five days, the conditions in the sky prison were harsh, and I couldn't get enough food or sleep well.

But after taking a closer look at Yan Jing's expression, one can find that her gaze is much more refined than it was five days ago.

A faint inner breath was swimming in the body, Wan Yanjing was dirty all over, but her posture was calm.

Although she doesn't have innate qi, she seems to have learned the "Taixuan Heart Sutra". The strange inner breath in her body circulates in the meridians over and over again, slowly cleansing her body.

(End of this chapter)