The husband is actually time-traveling!

The light outside during the day was slightly better, but Huo Xiang's appearance was still unclear, but this did not prevent Wan Yanjing from tilting her head in the direction of his voice and rolling her eyes at him.

"That's right. Do you remember the scene when we went to the church to get married? Do you remember the scene of our wedding night? Since you don't remember, what does it have to do with us? Stop adding drama to yourself, the two new arrivals in the house are like flowers and beauties. She is your legitimate wife."

Huo Xiang said unconvinced: "Let's be honest, those two tigresses are not fuel-efficient lamps. It's not all because of your absence that I was bullied and forced to invite the two great gods to sit at home. Our marriage certificate is stored in the royal family tree, how can we cheat? No matter, I am your person in life, and your ghost in death!"

Wanyan smiled calmly: "One of the two concubines you accepted should be a young lady from the Ji family. The Holy Emperor and the eldest princess have been interested in bringing you two together in recent years, but the other one is said to be an oiran from the Jiaofang Division. ? I don’t know, Oiran sister, who forced you to do this? "

Huo Xiang: "Smile, you finally smiled, right? Tomorrow will worry you tomorrow, so you must be happy today. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe I will be harmed tonight. Then live every minute and every second now.”

Wanyan Jing was choked up, but she didn't bother to continue the topic of whether to take concubines, which made her seem to care, so she simply went down the stairs and changed the subject with a mocking click:
"Did you do what you did before on purpose? Just to see that miracle doctor?"

Huo Xiang: "That's not entirely true. When I see passers-by in trouble, how can I, the incarnation of justice, resist stepping forward? I don't know if this Doctor Ning is the miracle doctor that Lao Xu and the others know."

"Butler Zhang said someone would come to meet us in Luyang. Now it's good. The man who took care of us doesn't know which corner he is squatting in, and the cheap apprentice and Lao Xu have also disappeared. If I hadn't been clever, I had a smoother journey in the underground palace. Things, then our home is now under the bridge, and the thin porridge provided by the charity is our three meals a day. You can live in a high-class guest room now and still have money to see a doctor, thanks to me."

Wan Yanjing said "Huh?" and gave him a suggestion: "Why bother bringing me as a burden? You might as well just throw me somewhere and let me fend for myself, so that I can be left alone."

Of course, this suggestion was just what she said casually. Huo Xiang couldn't get rid of her. Even if she was really about to die, she would still have to pester him to stay by her side dutifully, take care of her until the moment she died, and then send her to her death.

This is what Huo Xiang owes her. She was born brilliant, and she will not be wronged until she dies. There is no such thing as being alone and waiting to die.

Of course, Huo Xiang, who has never experienced the tragic experience of betrayal and separation, although his cunning has begun to show signs, is still a pure and kind person. He should not abandon her as a patient so unfaithfully, right?
Of course Huo Xiang would not leave her alone. After hearing what she said, he didn't even want to talk to her and walked half a street with a straight face.

But not long after, he saw a stall selling headscarves on the roadside. His eyes were attracted by the various headscarves fluttering in the wind on the shelf, so he pulled Wanyanjing over.

The old woman selling gauze scarves was very enthusiastic: "Langjun, these are the latest and best products we have purchased. Choose one of the styles that were popular in Beijing a few years ago."

Huo Xiang said hello and looked around excitedly, choosing a creamy yellow one with a small pale pink peony embroidered on the corner, which was beautiful and elegant.

After paying the money, Huo Xiang held the headscarf and wanted to put it on Wanyanjing on the roadside, but Wanyanjing refused.

"I, I will bring it myself. What color did you buy?"

Before Huo Xiang could answer, the old woman next to him answered with a smile: "It's yellow, and it looks great on the little lady. There is an official who knows both cold and hot, and the blessings are yet to come."

yellow?
Wanyanjing pursed her lips and smiled. Although Huo Xiang had lost his memory, his preferences in this regard had not changed. He still liked yellow.

She closed her scarf to block the scorching sun, took Huo Xiang's arm again, and walked on the noisy street.

This scene is unexpectedly harmonious, a bit warm like an old couple walking on the street.

Huo Xiang's concept of "happy today" echoed in Wanyanjing's heart. Although she was in a busy city for a while, her heart felt unexpectedly quiet.

Don't think ahead, don't worry about the future.

In the face of death, the powerful and powerful positions of those who hate the country and the family do not seem to be that important.

"Crack!"

Something shattered inside the skull.

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes in a daze. She was still walking on the street. Something seemed to have happened to her at that moment, but nothing seemed to happen. It was probably an illusion.

My limbs are still weak, and my eyes are still blurry, but my heart is unusually calm, with a sense of transparency and tranquility after reading a thousand sails.Wan Yanjing felt a little lazy, so she said to Huo Xiang, "I'm tired."

Huo Xiang replied simply: "Then I will carry you."

So she lay on Huo Xiang's back skillfully.

After adjusting her headscarf again, Wanyanjing asked casually: "Do you like yellow?"

Unexpectedly, what Huo Xiang said was not the answer she expected.

"It's okay, I don't like it and I don't hate it. I prefer blue, the color of the sky and the sea. In my world, blue skies and seas are rare, and the sky is mostly gray that has been eroded by pollution. When it comes to dressing up, I still like black or white, which has its own style and style.”

Wan Yanjing said in surprise: "I don't like yellow, then why..." Why did you always give her clothes in yellow before, and why do you often wear yellow yourself.

She didn't finish half of what she said.

Huo Xiang thought she was asking why he bought a yellow headscarf, and replied with a smile: "I thought you liked it. There are many beautiful yellow skirts in your wardrobe, and this bright color also goes well with you." It’s a perfect contrast.”

Wanyanjing closed her eyes, feeling that she had overlooked something.

"Huh?" Huo Xiang suddenly stopped.

Wanyanjing asked in a low voice without knowing why, "What's wrong?"

Huo Xiang kept silent and quickly turned around and walked to the side of the street vendor's signboard, pretending to look at the items for sale.

Wanyanjing knew that he must have seen something and was afraid of being recognized, so he lowered his head.

Several sword-wielding warriors walked past them in the direction they had just taken.

One of the men laughed and said: "Zhaoping should come back to Luyang for the first time. How about this largest city in Yuzhou?"

The man next to him had a simple agarwood hairpin on his head. His right eye and half of his face were wrapped in black cloth. His voice was low and somewhat noble and cold: "Whose jade flute makes a dark sound?" , the spring breeze spreads all over Lucheng. Luyang is naturally excellent."

When Wan Yanjing heard the man's words, her mind went blank for a moment, and her whole body felt like it was struck by lightning. She turned around in disbelief, but the backs of several men in her sight were equally blurry. With her current eyesight, Can't tell clearly.

"Hey, be gentle...be gentle! You're about to strangle me to death." Huo Xiang patted her arm that was holding her neck. She didn't know why this person was so crazy.

Wan Yanjing jumped off Huo Xiang's back, but looking around at a loss, those few people had disappeared into the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Huo Xiang asked doubtfully, rubbing his neck.

But she saw Wan Yanjing turning around suddenly and grabbing the lapel of his chest, with a few tears in her unfocused eyes.

"Tell me, who did you see just now?"

　This yellow is really a little foreshadowing that I have buried for a long time. Chapter 9 is the first to be seen, and it finally unfolds here.

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