Just like Wan Yan Jing looked when she first stepped into the Ascension Hall.

Huo Xiang soon saw the two eye-catching pillars.

He couldn't help but follow the inscription on the pillar and muttered: "By borrowing two armpits with Yuchuan, the immortals may not be lovesick." also sent people back with flowing water. ”

Lao Xu followed aside, and said with emotion: "Good words, good words!" Every time I see this pillar that you inscribed, I ......."

There was a little less ink in his chest, and he couldn't think of an adjective to pat this sycophant for a while, so he could only applaud dryly.

"I think it's very good."

Huo Xiang put away the hippie smiling face, and asked word by word: "You say, I wrote it?" ”

Lao Xu glanced at him strangely, and then remembered that the prince had lost his memory, since he had amnesia, it was natural not to remember.

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

Lao Xu said and tapped his head with his index finger again, and motioned to Huo Xiang: "The imperial doctor instructed you to go to familiar places to see, which will help restore your memory, how about it, does the prince think of something?" ”

Huo Xiang stood under the pillar with an unclear expression.

The words on the pillar are similar to the handwriting he has copied from the original owner these days, but it is the poem that silences him.

Borrowed two armpits with Tamagawa......

Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal Feng Shui Cave", he will not be misremembered anyway.

In this era, there is no Li Bai and no Su Shi, so how did these two poems come about?

These two sentences were originally made by Su Shi when he visited the beautiful scenery and felt that the spring water in the cave was beautiful.

Willing to be:

If the beautiful spring water in the cave is lent to Yuchuanzi, who is known as the tea fairy, to make tea, Yuchuan will definitely feel that the armpits are accustomed to the wind and have a sense of fluttering immortals, and even the heavenly immortals do not have to be admired. This scene makes people linger and do not want to leave, and they also need running water to send people home.

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

"Who is Tamagawa?"

"Huh?" Lao Xu looked puzzled.

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

Lao Xu is a rough man, where does he know poetry, but he is familiar with "Yuchuan".

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

Below the huge Tamagawa Pavilion sign, there is an advertising signboard:

"Tamagawakaku armpit therapy, lymphatic drainage, 20 ...... at a time"

“……”

Huo Xiang took a deep breath.

His gaze swept over the decoration style of Shengxian Hall, which combined ancient style and modern simplicity, and several bold speculations arose.

The original owner, King Wu Xuan, is actually the same person as him, he really has amnesia, and he only remembers what happened before the crossing.

The original owner, King Wu Xuan, is not a person with him, but he is also a traversing person, this body is actually a traversing target, and every modern person who crosses to play can replace this identity.

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

Whatever the truth is, I'll wait until I'm done with a big bath.

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The lightning and thunder were followed by a torrential downpour.

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 Yan Dan slept soundly on the small bed in the outer room.

Miss Yan Dan is very good, she doesn't covet his beautiful body, and she is very good.

With Miss Yan Dan here, Huo Xiang finally escaped the torture of being disturbed by Concubine Ji climbing on bed in the middle of the night in the past few days.

Miss Yan Dan is worthy of being a good player in the Teaching Division, and she met her opponent with Concubine Ji as soon as she entered the mansion, and the two sisters and sisters were cordially calling to be busy with intrigues, Huo Xiang could be regarded as relieved.

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

The little guy who was waiting outside for the night heard the footsteps and fell asleep and flew away instantly.

"The king, the king."

Huo Xiang nodded, looking at this fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man with a complicated expression.

In his previous life, he was not much older than this little guy, but now he can be his father.

Is it called Ah Fu or Wangfu?

Well, that's not important.

Braving the drizzle that slipped in, I walked through the small corridor and came to the study next to me with the little girl.

Huo Xiang sat on the side of the desk and opened his diary.

The little guy yawned and polished the ink, he lowered his head, and he had no interest in the book that the prince would take out every day to record.

He understands the rules, although he can't read, but he can't look at it.

Today's diary has been recorded by Huo Xiang in the evening.

In recent days, his diary has become more and more concise, and today there is only one sentence:

The teacher listened to the music, redeemed himself for Yan Dan, and took a bath in the Shengxian Hall.

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

It was a blank page, slightly rugged, as if it had been accidentally wet with water and then dried up.

Huo Xiang pondered for a long time, tore off the page, and soaked it in the pen wash on the side.

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

The previous line is the traditional Chinese of Daqin:

Ah Mi, it's all yours from now on!

has no head and no brain, but Huo Xiang knows that Ah Mi is the nickname of Princess Wan Yanjing.

The next line of text made Huo Xiang's pupils shrink suddenly:

Xiang, please listen to your eldest wife.

……

The rain became heavier and heavier, and with a rumbling sound, the gates of Shangjing opened and closed.

Horses splashed water marks several feet high on the bluestone pavement.

The eight-hundred-mile emergency report woke up many big people, and the commanders of the forbidden army, the officers of the military department, the prime ministers of the left and right, and the generals above the fourth rank were announced into the palace overnight.

Overnight, martial law was imposed in Beijing.

The atmosphere became extremely tense.

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

The next morning, the rain was still falling.

The Black-Armored Forbidden Army braved the torrential rain to hunt down the city.

There were a lot of newcomers in the prison, and Gao Tingwei was busy with his feet and tortured these newcomers.

At this time, it was the fifth day of Yan Jing's imprisonment, and she sat unkempt in the prison, listening to the screams coming from outside from time to time.

These newly arrested people did not have a coffee with her, so the scene of Lord Cao's death across the cell did not welcome new tenants.

Although he was imprisoned for five days, the conditions in the prison were difficult, and he could not eat enough and sleep well.

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

A faint inner breath swam in the body, and Wan Yan Jing was dirty, but his posture was calm.

Although she does not have innate true qi, she seems to have entered the "Taixuan Heart Sutra", and the strange inner breath in her body circulates in the meridians over and over again, slowly cleansing her body.