My husband is a time traveler!

Early hair loss?

White hair?

Wan Yanjing's expression froze, her fingers caressing the ends of her hair unconsciously, but thinking that she couldn't see clearly, she put her hand down again.

In fact, Xu Yilian has been observing Huo Xiang for two days. This young master Wang from Liaozhou is well-known. He heard that he was going to Yancheng to seek medical advice for his wife and do some business on the way. Unfortunately, he encountered a flood on the way. The large group got separated and had to rest in Luyang.

Fortunately, Wang Zhengqi brought a lot of precious gold, silver and jade with him, and after pawning some of them, he could barely maintain the wealthy life of his eldest son.

Of course, in addition to being generous in spending money, Master Wang is even more talked about for his eagerness for justice and justice. He will always help when the road is rough. He is a rare good man like the Holy Father.

There is no way to see the martial arts, but Xu Yilian, as an inner disciple trained by Yunhai Pavilion, asked himself that if it were one-on-one, he would definitely not be his enemy.

This young Master Wang, who was only thirty years old, was already on the verge of reaching the realm of an innate warrior.

If he can really take that step, the 30-year-old innate warrior will be a hot commodity in any sect and is definitely worth wooing and befriending.

Sure enough, when he proposed that he could help Ning, the miracle doctor, the young master Wang, who was indifferent to money but "loved his wife as much as her life", his eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Xu, are you serious about what you said?"

The sparkling look in Wang Zhengqi's eyes at that moment actually made Wang Zhengqi's ordinary face glow with a slightly dazzling charm.

Junior sister Tan Shujun standing aside, her eyes flickered slightly, thinking that although this prince's facial features were average, his figure and eyes were extremely good-looking.

Her eyes wandered to Huo Xiang's eager hand that grabbed Xu Yilian's sleeve, and she nodded secretly. This hand was also extraordinary, extremely slender and beautiful.

Look at the sickly girl next to her with dull eyes and slightly white temples. Although the girl is much prettier than the prince, from certain angles, she looks like a well-matched pair.

Xu Yilian glanced at his sleeves and nodded with a smile: "I know you cherish your wife, how could I dare to deceive you with this matter? My master, Luo Zhenren, is also well-known in the world, and he is also a good friend of Ning Shenyi, but they are just one-word friends." It’s a matter of fact. How about it, Brother Wang agreed?”

"I agree, I couldn't agree more. When will we get together? Do we need to pay a visit to the Governor in advance?"

Huo Xiang followed his eyes and suddenly let go of her hand. He seemed to have just realized what he was doing. He said "Sorry" repeatedly with an embarrassed look on his face, and even tried to help him straighten out his wrinkled sleeves.

Xu Yilian pulled back his sleeve, saying it was no big deal. If he could win over a master, why not give him the broken sleeve?
Finally agreed!
The three senior brothers and sisters in Yunhai Pavilion looked at each other and smiled. Huo Xiang's slightly reckless "pure and kind" performance made them have a better impression of this person.

He has a high talent in martial arts and is kind and easy to control. What is even more rare is that although this person is over the age, he is obviously not experienced in the world. He has no experience at home before coming here. He is simply the best candidate for a pawn and a free thug.

"Most of us and others live in the governor's villa. Of course, there are also many martyrs who live in the inn on their own. The crusade meeting will be the day after tomorrow. I have my own name. Brother Wang will meet us directly at the gate of the governor at midnight. That’s it.”

"As for Divine Doctor Ning..." Xu Yilian trailed off, but did not respond immediately, "You still have to wait for me to send a letter to the Divine Doctor and ask him before agreeing on a consultation time. Tomorrow at the latest."

After some polite exchanges, the two groups parted ways.

Huo Xiang took Wan Yanjing's arm and led her towards the Huichun Hall. The door was already out, so it wouldn't hurt to see a few more doctors.Huichun Hall is in the northwest of Luyang City. Huo Xiang is here for the first time. Fortunately, he doesn't come very often. There are no people here who are familiar with him. Otherwise, if he continues to delay this and that, he may not be able to go back after dark. Inn.

Mr. Fang's business was indeed booming, and there was a long queue at the door of the medical clinic. They waited for three cups of tea before taking their turn.

After taking the pulse and checking the eyes and a series of examinations, Mr. Fang called Huo Xiang to the inner room alone with a solemn expression, while Wan Yanjing sat alone in the outer hall and waited.

Not long after, Huo Xiang opened the curtain and came out with anger, his face extremely ugly, but after seeing Wanyan Jing, he kept silent and calmed down most of his emotions, and said as gently as possible: "This Mongolian doctor said he can't see it, let's go." , let’s go back.”

Wanyan Jing had expected this result, and it was not surprising at all.

But on the way back, Huo Xiang didn't say a word. This change made Wanyanjing, who was used to his talkativeness, a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Are you angry? What did Doctor Fang say to you?"

Huo Xiang reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't laugh. Looking at Wanyanjing, whose hair had turned one third gray in just five days, his heart felt like a heavy stone was blocking him, making him unable to breathe. gas.

"I didn't say anything. I will definitely cure you when I see the miracle doctor tomorrow."

Luyang City posted wanted portraits of the two of them. The portraitist was highly skilled and had a similar appearance. He would use carbon ink and rouge to disguise himself when he went out. Coupled with the deliberate changes in his personality and behavior, it was only then that No one doubts.

But Wanyanjing is different. Even if she is placed side by side with the previous Wanyanjing, no one will believe that they are the same person.

She has lost a lot of weight, her plump cheeks have become angular, her eyebrows have become sparse and pale, and her lips are almost bloodless white, like a thriving red peony that has withered into a lifeless specimen on the pages of a book, but her beauty is still the same It is beautiful, but compared with the current depression, it always reminds people of the strong and beautiful colors of the past, which makes people feel lingering sadness and regret.

Wanyan Jing smiled calmly and said, "If you don't tell me, then let me guess. The doctor asked you to prepare my funeral arrangements as soon as possible, right?"

"Did you hear that?" Huo Xiang raised his head suddenly.

Wanyanjing shuddered and did not explain too much: "Life and death are destined. I have looked away. You don't need to worry about it. We are just friends. When I die, the inheritance will be yours. It's just my maids. I hope you will take better care of me."

It's tragic to say that her parents and clan members are all dead. She has been married for seven years and has no children. The only ones she can't worry about are Yushi and Gantang. She probably won't be able to go back to Beijing. In the end, her property will only be cheaper for Huo Xiang. Instead of Huo Xiang regaining his memory and grabbing money one day, it is better to be a good person and give it to him for free now.

Oh, I almost forgot, she still has a half-brother who is still alive, and is actively revolting, but that guy Wanyan Zhong feels unlucky just to mention it, and he has no chance of inheriting even half a tael of silver from her.

Huo Xiang's angle of attention was particularly strange. He glanced at her hatefully, gritted his teeth and said, "Just friends? We are a legal couple. If you die, I will be a widower."

　Five months, 20 words.

　　Well, based on this calculation, I can write nearly 50 words in a year. Oh, I feel a full sense of accomplishment!

　　(End of this chapter)