It is about the dignity of men, and Huo Xiang still has a grudge after all.

He silently gave the original owner of the body the nickname "Kidney Deficiency Boy" in his heart, which contained full of resentment.

What made him scoff the most was that the original owner was not in good health, and his character was still bad, a typical CPU master, very unseemly.

Thinking of this, Huo Xiang touched his nose more and more weakly, and said earnestly and meaningfully: "Don't think about it too much, kidneys...... Maybe Lao Xuan Wang fell in love with you at first sight, but on the wedding night, he found that he couldn't do it, so he acted like this for the sake of his empty face. You are beautiful and smart, and you are still a princess with golden branches and jade leaves, which man doesn't want to marry you home, but don't be presumptuous. ”

"Xinjin has been recruiting troops in Longzhou in the northwest recently, and he is still under your banner, those assassins, will it be because of your brother? But for this reason, your life is far more valuable than a corpse, and it is a bit unreasonable. Why don't you think about it again, do you have any other enemies? ”

Enemy, that's a lot.

In fact, Wan Yanjing could probably guess who the enemy was, and the reason why she said so much to Huo Xiang was that in addition to wanting to tell him something, she also wanted to learn something from the amnesiac Huo Xiang to understand some of his truest thoughts.

A person will change a lot over time, but there will also be some subconscious behaviors, which will remain the same after many years.

For example, Huo Xiang was born with a three-point tenderness for women, which sounds somewhat incredible.

King Xuan looks no different from most men in this era on the surface, and when he heard that the military camp party and banquet in the early years, he was very comfortable, and the old and rough people teased the little lady on the Fengyue field, and he would also say a few words.

But Wan Yanjing always felt that he seemed to be sticking to a cautious line in his bones.

The eldest princess Qin Yueyi was criticized for her past experience of becoming a prostitute, and was criticized by countless literati, but Huo Xiang didn't care at all.

Outsiders think that the eldest princess is so deviant because she is a holy aunt and has a respected status.

But Wan Yanjing observed that the emperor did not respect his aunt very much, no matter what Qin Yueyi did, he supported her unconditionally behind her back, not her noble nephew, nor her lingering and sympathetic lover, but Huo Xiang, a good son.

Before Wang Xiaolan met Huo Xiang, she was just an inconspicuous concubine in the family, who was troubled by the eldest woman and tortured by the eldest sister, and later took refuge with her aunt because of a change and met Huo Xiang, and since then her life has gone to a completely different path from ordinary women.

Huo Xiangli overrode public opinion and promoted her to the first female general in the history of the mainland.

Yes, although what she told Huo Xiang was the truth, there were also many parts that she exaggerated and distorted.

King Xuan is indeed a person with two faces, it is true to scare her on the wedding night, and it is true that he sits behind her back with Wang Xiaolan and complains about her, and says that she is not as good as Wang Xiaolan and makes her ashamed of herself.

But his intentions may not have been too bad.

These days, through more and more details in her memories, she has also tasted something else.

The words and things she has been obsessed with may have some inside information behind her that she doesn't know.

Is it because of the system?

What things is Huo Xiang not allowed to do? Say those words?

In the afternoon, Xu Yilian sent a message and made an appointment with Doctor Ning at noon the next day.

Huo Xiang took the goose out of the inn, and he didn't know what to do.

Wan Yanjing was alone in the guest room, and when she had nothing to do, she posed and meditated.

Wisps of inner breath wandered through the meridians, but soon, she noticed something unusual.

The meridians that were once smooth are now blocked everywhere.

It's like a leaf withering from a branch, detached from the nutrients of the main trunk, and becoming stiff and dead.

She didn't know when she turned on the ability of internal vision, and the first time she used it, she saw a desolation and devastation, and suddenly understood what Fang Lao Langzhong meant.

So that's how it was!

But why?

What was destroying her meridians?

said open-mindedly, but Wan Yanjing was not reconciled, she was still so young, how could she die?

Unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!

Death is also a clear death.

As she continued to swim up, a huge sense of crisis gradually enveloped her consciousness, and the pressure became more and more intense.

But Wan Yanjing did not give up.

Enormous, vast, terrifying......

She seemed to be getting closer and closer to a behemoth that didn't know the whole picture.

Wan Yanjing's heartbeat became faster and faster, and a colorful halo faintly appeared on the front end of the pitch black, but the next moment, a huge impact hit like a tsunami.

She was forced to stop Vipassana, and her consciousness was scattered.

"Bang!"

The sky was spinning, her eyes were blurry, the tables, chairs, and bedtables seemed to be shaking, Wan Yanjing fell on the bed like she lost control, her head hit the edge of the bed hard, but she didn't seem to be aware of it, and the golden light flashed in her empty and godless eyes.

After a long time, Wan Yanjing stopped gently twitching and trembling, and escaped from the suffocating and terrifying situation just now.

A few tears fell from his eyelashes, and cold sweat wet his underwear.

Reason gradually returned.

Wan Yan sat up with palpitations and touched his wet and cold cheeks.

"That'...... What's that, exactly? ”

From time to time, there was a commotion outside the inn.

The large number of new homeless people who came in at the city gate caused some chaos in the city from time to time, and the officials of Lucheng were busy with their feet not touching the ground.

Wan Yan Jing was unsettled, and finally waited for Huo Xiang back, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you bring back?" Wan Yanjing opened her lips slightly, but did not mention what happened before.

"I saw someone selling eggs on the side of the road, I bought it back with a basket, the size of this basket, it is just right to make a nest for Xiaxia, isn't it?" Huo Xiang took out the eggs, threw them into the medicine stove to cook, and then carried the basket to the basin to wash them, and then folded the old clothes in them and put the goose in them.

"Do you need to be so squeamish? I don't know, I thought you had a son. ”

Huo Xiang scratched the neck of the little goose and shook his head: "It's a girl, I asked someone to take a look outside, it's a little female goose." ”

Wan Yanjing rolled her eyes.

Huo Xiang comforted the little goose, remembered something, and unfolded the medicine bag that was placed aside.

After the eggs were boiled and fished out, he stuffed two in Yan Jing's palm and began to boil the medicine.

Although Wan Yanjing lost her sense of smell, the bitter heat that gradually evaporated still made her aware of it.

"What are you cooking?"

Huo Xiang's hand shook: "Cook...... Boiled eggs! ”

？

Wan Yanjing didn't understand why he was lying, but since it wasn't the medicine she cooked, she didn't ask any questions.

Huo Xiang looked at the thick black medicinal soup in front of him, and his mouth was already bitter.

When the medicine was cooked, it was almost cold, and he pinched his nose and drank it all.

He understood that people can't hide illness and avoid medical treatment, so he obediently went to see an andrologist.

It's just that the doctor didn't see one, two, three, and talked better than nothing, and prescribed a few innocuous tonics, saying that he would eat first and see the effect.

But this, this is too bitter.

Maybe the medicine was bitter, and it really worked, and that night, Huo Xiang had a dream.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring night is short.

Huo Xiang in the dream opened his eyes.

His scorching breath was close to his snow-white skin, and the white mist swirled around the tip of his nose in the extreme cold, and then drifted towards the beautiful back that was perfect for cupping.

The smooth spine in front of him trembled slightly, as if he felt his sudden acceleration of breathing, and then dyed a shy crimson.

(End of chapter)