The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 68
No matter how unwilling Tu Shanying was, she had no choice but to leave. Although Xie Jiujian was old, weak and sick, he did not give up much.

With his aptitude, he should reach the top in time, but it's a pity that since that incident, he has been full of demons, and his sword heart has been at a disadvantage. Huo Xiang can't die for a day, and he can't feel at ease for a day.

After Tu Shanying left, the few people left looked at each other, silent embarrassment spread in the air.

It was Ergou who spoke out first, coughed twice and cupped his fists to thank Steward Zhang: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your help."

Butler Zhang nodded proudly, turned to look at Huo Xiang, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"My lord, it's a good luck for Lao Zhang to save your son!"

"..."

But thank you so much, there is no need to say it like this.

Old Xu Yan opened the door of the carriage with a smile, looked around, found that the crisis was resolved, and then carefully got out of the car, lowered his voice and asked:

"That person left?"

Huo Xiang rolled his eyes at him angrily, how wronged he was begging outside the carriage just now, how angry he is now.

It is common for them to fly separately in the face of a catastrophe. He expressed his understanding of Lao Xu's behavior, but this did not mean that he would forgive him.

There was already a gap, and a gap between them—deep!
When there is a chance, he has to talk to Wan Yanjing, this kind of groom is bad, he has to change.

"Who exactly is Tu Shanying? The previous me had a grudge against him?"

This body is like a hot potato, the more one digs down, the deeper the pit becomes.

The group of troublesome relatives living in the palace, the enemies who jumped out from time to time, the love debts that shocked him from time to time...

Tsk tsk, the ancient waters are so deep, he wants to go back to his hometown.

The only things working in his favor at the moment are:

Except for Wan Yanjing, everyone else firmly believed in the theory of his amnesia, and no one suspected that there was another person in his body.

His behavior was completely different from that of the original owner, and he even yelled loudly that he had returned from the corpse, but the people around the original owner only thought he was joking, and in turn comforted him and told him not to worry, and sooner or later he would get his memory back.

Is there no theory of ghosts in this era, so everyone is so materialistic?
Obviously not, he saw a lot of books about ghosts in the study.

Compared with the technological society, martial arts are prevalent in this era, and there are even rumors that many bigwigs can practice immortality. Regarding the soul, spiritual consciousness, etc., which are not particularly scientifically based, they are very particular here, which can be regarded as common sense.

They affirmed that man can exist without a physical body.

So is it his problem or the problem of these people around him.

The original owner was replaced quietly, and no one came to justice for him. Did the original owner fail too much in life?

From this point of view, it is normal for Wanyan Jing to be alone, only she believes that he is not the original owner.

Thoughts were flying wildly, Huo Xiang thought of this and raised his eyes to look at Yan Jing, but accidentally met her eyes, Wan Yanjing's beautiful eyes were also quietly observing this side.

"Time is tight, my lord should hurry on my way. A new carriage has been prepared for my lord, and I will be able to arrive in Luyang in the evening. As for the story of Tu Shanying, you can ask Her Majesty the Princess. Her Majesty knows the ins and outs." Steward Zhang urged road.

Wan Yanjing has been listening to the movement here, and her eyes widened in surprise: "I don't know the ins and outs."

She was a little panicked, did Steward Zhang already know that she could dream about Huo Xiang's memories?

But she really didn't know Tu Shanying, and there was no clue about him in her dream.

Lao Zhang was very surprised: "You don't know why you still keep that "Looking at the World" hidden in the dark compartment, and take it out from time to time to read it to figure it out, isn't it because you think the prince's methods are too weird, so you read it many times? "

"I just think the protagonist of that book is good-looking and handsome, and the plot is interesting. Is Tu Shanying related to that book?"

Wan Yanjing instantly thought of the "Sunflower Canon" in the book, but she still didn't know the secret of it.

Butler Zhang had a complicated expression, but kept silent about Tu Shanying's matter, and talked about him from left to right.

"These are trivial matters. The whole city of Shangjing has already imposed martial law to arrest the prince and concubine. When the prince arrives in Luyang, someone will tell the whole story."

"Old Zhang, I have to go back to the mansion quickly. After the prince left, the two masters in the mansion had a big fight..."

Huo Xiang looked at Wan Yanjing's face, and hurriedly interrupted Butler Zhang: "Aren't you going to Luyang with us, what if the surname Tu comes back halfway?"

Steward Zhang straightened his clothes: "The hillside of his house is on fire. To be able to ambush the prince is to take time out of his busy schedule. I don't have time to trouble him in the short term. One more thing, my lord, Tu Shan has a double surname, and he doesn't have the same surname. "
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The sky prison was blown into ruins, and the emergency rescue mission was in full swing.

Several hours passed, and dozens of corpses were dug up. Mr. Fan personally inspected them one by one, but there was no trace of Huo Xiang and Princess Xuan.

He was disheveled, with sweat on his forehead, but he didn't have the energy to take care of it. Seeing that the rescue was coming to an end, Eunuch Liu in the palace led someone to announce him, and the Holy Majesty ordered him to enter the palace to have an audience.

Master Fan reluctantly wiped the smudges on his face with his sleeve, and then followed Eunuch Liu.

It is impolite to meet the Holy Majesty with such disheveled clothes.

But Mr. Fan thinks this is just right, and hopes that the Holy Lord will spare his life for the sake of his diligence and embarrassment.

Shangjing Imperial Palace.

Yulong side hall.

Mr. Fan stood at the bottom, and there were more than a dozen officials standing beside him.

He lowered his head and looked at them quietly from the corner of his eye, as if they were all acquaintances.

The commander-in-chief of the imperial guards, the minister of the Ministry of punishment, the sacrificial wine of the Guozijian, etc., are all powerful and respectable figures in Shangjing.

There is still a screen on the side, and a graceful woman can be vaguely seen making tea from behind.

The saint above was sinking like water, he ignored the silent courtiers below, but looked at the screen with a gentle voice, respectful and polite.

"Auntie, it's about my cousin's safety, so please come here. The officials in charge of case investigation and search and rescue are below. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly."

The woman behind the screen raised her cup and took a sip. Her voice was graceful, but also implied a bit of seductive laziness. Just listening to her voice didn't sound like a 50-year-old person at all.

"I have nothing to ask, so why call me here?"

"You bullied Ah Xiang, seriously injured him and lost his memory, framed him in jail, and set gunpowder under the dungeon to blow him up first. Poor me, with the false name of a princess, can't even protect my only son. Live. Now that there are no bones left, I remember calling Ben Gong to come over, it’s just a good show that I directed and acted, and it’s too much to show off my power in front of the sufferer, isn’t it?”

The voice of Qin Yueyi, the eldest princess of Qin Guofengchun, was neither fast nor slow, but her words struck like gold and stone, resounding loudly.

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