I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

This punch was not light, and bright red blood seeped out from the corner of Meng Ying's mouth. He frowned slightly and reached out to gently wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Bai Zhi hurriedly stepped forward to support Meng Ying, "His Royal Highness King Xuan, what are you going to do? My father's imperial guards are here, you can't make any mistakes!"

King Xuan lost his mind and grabbed Bai Zhi's arm, trying to lift her away.

King Xuan was so strong that he squeezed Bai Zhi until he cried out in pain.

Meng Ying wanted to have a good talk with Prince Xuan, but she didn't expect that he would actually move his hands on Bai Zhi. In a moment of rage, she squeezed Prince Xuan's wrist tightly, her eyes were cold, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Brother, let go!"

King Xuan glanced at Meng Ying with disdain and said provocatively, "What can you do to me?"

Meng Ying was angry, pinched King Xuan's wrist tightly, and kicked his abdomen with her knee, "Let me go! Meng! Xuan!"

King Xuan gritted his teeth in pain and pushed Bai Zhi hard, pushing Bai Zhi back several steps. There was a staircase behind her, and Bai Zhi stepped down it, and her ankle sprained.

Severe pain came from her ankle. Bai Zhi reflexively squatted down and pressed her ankle, then let out a cry of pain.

Meng Ying heard the sound and turned around to see that her foot was sprained. She had no time to fight with King Xuan and kicked him back several steps with a neat kick. Then he turned around and came to Bai Zhi, gently rubbing her ankle, "Does it hurt?"

Bai Zhi nodded and pursed her lips, "It hurts!"

After checking the injury, Meng Ying patted Angelicae's head apologetically, "It's okay, let's go home first."

Bai Zhi nodded.

"Why don't you, Third Emperor Brother, come and sit with me? I couldn't find anyone to drink with you just now!" The prince's voice came from the second floor of the Huafang.

Meng Ying held Bai Zhi in her arms and looked up. The prince was on the second floor, leaning on the railing, a flower and bird fan waving gently. Next to him was Zhuo Yao with a complex expression.

"I won't accompany you!" Meng Ying glanced at her with disgust, then turned and left without hesitation.

"Third Emperor Brother, it's so disrespectful for you to leave like this!" The prince was a little angry, with a half-smiling expression on his face.

Meng Ying still ignored him and left.

The prince finally couldn't bear this tone and shouted, "Someone, stop him!"

Several imperial guards heard the sound and blocked the way.

Bai Zhi was a little worried. She hooked her arms around Meng Ying's neck and asked softly in her ear, "Your Majesty, what are they going to do?"

Meng Ying gave him a faint smile, "They just want to humiliate Sa Lan to vent their anger, don't worry."

Bai Zhi nodded obediently.

The prince and Zhuo Yao came slowly from the second floor, holding a glass of wine and raising it in front of Meng Ying, "Come on, brother, I, the emperor, have been waiting for you to drink!"

"I'm not interested. Prince, just tell me what you have to say!" Meng Ying said displeased.

The prince raised his wine glass, raised his head and drank the whole glass, "Okay! Brother, please be happy. Now I want to ask you, how did you make the Qifeng Palace collapse?"

"My brother is not capable of pushing up a tall building. Prince, please don't talk nonsense."

The prince squinted his eyes and smiled horribly, "That's true, too. After all, Third Emperor Brother, you have been promoting benevolent governance and caring for the people since you were a child. How could you ignore the lives of more than two hundred people in the Qifeng Hall? "

Meng Ying's hands holding Bai Zhi trembled a little. He thought of the scene of broken limbs that Bai Zhi said, and of the workers who lost their limbs.

Now that his hypocritical mask was exposed in front of her, she was really embarrassed.

He chuckled a few times and said, "The injustice has its owner, the debt has its owner, and the rotten wood case will definitely come to light. The prince is so eager to convict his brother, is it because he feels guilty and is afraid that it will be found on himself? Prince, please rest assured, those I will spare no effort to trace the whereabouts of the money!"

When the prince heard this, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "What a joke! What does it have to do with me..."

The prince was about to retort, but Bai Zhi was a little annoyed. She interrupted: "Your Highness the Crown Prince! I am injured. Please ask Your Highness the Crown Prince to take me back for healing!"

Who dares to interrupt the prince when he is speaking? This is the first time today!

He was furious and shouted: "You are a woman, how can you speak!"

Zhuo Yao couldn't stand listening anymore and started to persuade: "Your Highness, the poetic girl from Tongquezhai is still waiting for you!"

Upon hearing this, the prince suddenly turned around and glared at Zhuo Yao, with questions like "Who are you helping?" written all over his eyes.

Zhuo Yao nodded slightly and avoided looking. He also had lingering fears. The previous assassination of Zhuo Hong made him somewhat restrained in front of the prince.

The prince took a few deep breaths and waved to the guards.

The guards respectfully made way for them, and Meng Ying hugged Bai Zhi and turned around to leave without looking back.

He failed to humiliate Meng Ying, which made the prince feel uncomfortable. He turned to look at King Xuan who was leaning on the chair, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Brother, you are planning to sit back and watch when Meng Ying harms you. Tiger fighting?"

King Xuan sneered, he raised his head and stared at the prince with a half-smile.

This face is so familiar to him. How could he not be familiar with the face he dreams about every night?

King Xuan remembered in a daze that his father was in trouble when he was a child, and he took Concubine Mei and his three sons to hide in Tibet. He was nine years old at that time, Meng Ying was five years old, and Meng Yu was six years old.

Six-year-old Meng Yu got angry with the beggars on the street and insisted that he was from the royal family. The beggars chattered here and there, and the news spread, attracting pursuers and almost costing their family their lives.

Later, when his father asked how the news leaked, Meng Yu put all the responsibility on himself. He was stupid and didn't dare to refute. He could only tremble and wait for punishment.

But Meng Ying always stood up at such moments. He always stood up confidently and righteously, as if he was not afraid of anything. He said he would find out the truth for himself, so he was exempted from punishment.

Meng Yu was slandered again and again, and Meng Ying was saved again and again.

But he, Meng Xuan, is like a soulless puppet, constantly bearing Meng Yu's evil deeds, while at the same time setting off Meng Ying's brilliance.

Memories of the past flashed by, and Meng Xuan shook his head mockingly. He raised his head, and with the help of wine, he finally let out the hatred hidden in his heart during the New Year.

"Meng Ying makes me jealous. And you, Your Highness, make me disgusted!"

*

Meng Ying carried Bai Zhi on her back and got into the carriage.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and there was a hurdle in their hearts, but no one asked.

Bai Zhi felt a little uncomfortable. If Qi Feng Palace was controlled by the prince, then her previous accusations on the ship would have deeply hurt his heart.

The prince and the Zhuo family were pressing closer and closer, making her understand that the prince could not help himself.

She thought of that suffocating kiss, and suddenly felt the struggle deep in his heart.

She thought that she was no longer a child. She might not have been able to imagine what the struggle for power meant before, but now she couldn't escape it.

Since she chose to face it with him, she could never add salt to his wounds.

Bai Zhi figured it out and figured out what she should do.

She held Meng Ying's hand, leaned on his shoulder, and said warmly: "Your Majesty, I will go and sort out the list of casualties in Qifeng Hall tomorrow. If a person dies, let's see if there are any family members who need support. If he is not dead, Just treat his injuries and see how we can help them live better."

Hearing what she said, Meng Ying's chest felt like needles pricking her chest.

His fingers were tightly clasped on the wooden board under the seat, and he could not say a word for a long time.

Bai Zhi didn't wait for his response and continued to interlock her fingers with him.

"Your Majesty, if there is any sin, we will bear it together. I will accompany you to atone for it."

Meng Ying finally couldn't hold it back, and tears burst into her eyes. He turned around and hugged Bai Zhi tightly.

He murmured: "No...I don't want your company..."