The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Since the 7th year of Yongde, this year has been the most stable year for Northern Liang and Southern Meng. There is no friction on the border, and the two countries are peaceful and prosperous.

Apart from the incompetent Emperor Meng Ziyan, the economy of Southern Meng was developing rapidly. The silk industry, ceramics industry, and business were all thriving.

Nanmeng and Beiliang had been opening up trade for more than a year. During the Spring Equinox, in order to maintain good relations between the two countries, the Emperor of Beiliang specially sent envoys to Nanmeng to express his concern.

Meng Xuanhe naturally could not be absent from such an important event. He got up before dawn and prepared to accompany the emperor to welcome the envoys from Beiliang.

"Envoy Yan Qing pays his respects to His Majesty." The splendid and magnificent palace is an envoy who came from Beiliang thousands of miles away. His name is Yan Qing.

He stood tall and straight, swaying in the wind. Unlike Nan Meng's restrained and gentle appearance, he wore a black brocade robe with golden python patterns, which showed Bei Liang's dominance and heroism.

"No need to be polite, please take a seat." Meng Ziyan would not show his usual stupidity when facing Beiliang. Although he was absurd, he was also very face-conscious.

For other countries, the dignity of Nanmeng is more important than anything else. So Meng Xuan and Jinri don't need to act rashly, just be a background board, otherwise it will anger Meng Ziyan.

But the name Yan Qing seems to sound familiar?

Meng Xuanhe tilted his head and looked at him, as if he had thought of something, and was suddenly startled.

Isn't Yan Qing Xie Lin's confidant? Later, he rescued Xie Lin from the princess's mansion. This person is also a key figure in the plot.

Thinking of this, Meng Xuanhe began to avoid looking at Yan Qing. Fortunately, there were many court officials in the hall, and no one noticed Meng Xuanhe's abnormality.

"This is the beautiful picture of mountains and rivers that His Majesty specially asked Yan Qing to bring. He hopes that the friendship between the two countries will last forever and that they will achieve prosperity and peace together." After Yan Qing finished speaking, two attendants at the side took out the picture and unfolded it.

The rich colors in the painting depict a prosperous scene with beautiful mountains and rivers and new things. There is also a personal inscription from the Emperor of Northern Liang, giving good wishes.

This time, the Northern Liang Kingdom made the scene extremely perfect.

Meng Xuanhe sighed in his heart, how friendly the two countries were on the surface, but how incompatible they were behind the scenes. After Xie Lin ascended the throne, in order to avenge the princess, the two countries suffered from war and conflict, and the people were living in misery.

After all, it was all the princess's fault, and I don't know how many common people were implicated.

It seems that after Xie Lin ascends the throne, she will have to find a good way to prevent Xie Lin from being blinded by hatred and killing innocent people. As she pondered, she fumbled for the wine cup in her hand.

"The Emperor of Beiliang is thoughtful. Come, frame this painting and place it in my imperial study." Meng Ziyan said with a smile. He would only be so serious in front of Beiliang.

The palace attendant took the painting, framed it according to Meng Ziyan's instructions, and stored it in the imperial study. Unexpectedly, Meng Ziyan burned the painting as soon as Yan Qing left, but that is a story for later.

"I heard that the envoy has profound attainments in painting and has won the admiration of the Emperor of Beiliang. Could you draw a picture for Nanmeng to show the friendship between our two countries?" Meng Ziyan said with a smile.

Yan Qing naturally did not dare to neglect the order of Emperor Nan Meng. He immediately ordered someone to bring ink and painting, and started to paint in front of the emperor.

Meng Xuanhe was not in such a good mood and fell asleep during the meal. She wanted Yan Qing to finish the painting quickly so that she could have the state banquet earlier.

"This painting is very well done. You are worthy of being favored by the Emperor of Northern Liang." Meng Ziyan took the painting and laughed. He turned around and looked at Duke Yan: "I wonder what Mr. Yan thinks of this painting?"

The painting depicts the scene of the ancestors of the Yan family following Emperor Meng Wu to open up the southern Meng territory, with golden swords and iron horses, and the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers. The ambition of this painting is completely different from the magnificent picture of mountains and rivers.

Duke Yan couldn't guess what Meng Ziyan was thinking, but he felt a little uneasy. His Yan family was a battlefield man, and they once held half of the military power of Nanmeng. The soldiers of Nanmeng all respected the Yan family very much.

Perhaps it was because his achievements were so great that they caused the fear of the superiors. Since the last emperor, his Yan family had handed over the military power just to protect the safety of the Yan family.

Duke Yan has been living a leisurely life for the past twenty years, but the impulse and passion in his heart are ignited by this picture.

Yan Qing observed the expressions of the people, his eyes moving between Duke Yan and Emperor Nanmeng. However, his eyes were so deep that it was hard to guess what he was thinking.

"This picture is good, but the picture of beautiful mountains and rivers is better. It can better show the prosperity of our Nanmeng Kingdom." Duke Yan said with a smile.

"Duke Yan is absolutely right." Meng Ziyan smiled when he heard this, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"It is because of your hard work that our Nanmeng Kingdom has become so powerful and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. As the saying goes, those who work hard will get what they deserve. I, your sister, also think this splendid picture is even better. With your blessing, the real dragon in the sky, Nanmeng Kingdom will surely prosper in the future."

Meng Xuanhe vaguely sensed something was wrong at the table and came to her senses. She was keenly aware of the undercurrent between Duke Yan and Meng Ziyan, and spoke up.

Not only was she flattering him, but she also helped Duke Yan out of trouble, which was a compensation for her mistake of causing a scene in Duke Yan's mansion that day.

It must be said that the flattery was extremely pleasing to Meng Ziyan. Especially in front of the envoys from the Northern Liang Kingdom, Meng Xuanhe's praise of him made him, who always cared about his reputation, even more fond of Meng Xuanhe.

"My sister is really my confidant. She can always guess what I'm thinking. I wonder if the concubines in the princess's mansion are enough? I heard that some of them died of illness a few days ago. If they are not enough, my sister can go to the Chuxiu Palace to pick a few more young men."

As soon as Meng Ziyan said this, everyone in the hall changed their expressions slightly. Even Yan Qing, who was always cold-faced, cast a surprised look at her.

Meng Xuanhe, who became the focus of the whole audience:?

I praised you so much, but you stabbed me in the back???

She was about to explode with anger. Was it necessary to belittle her in order to highlight Meng Ziyan's brilliance?

And how come she didn't know about the death of her lover? Isn't this telling everyone that she played too wildly and even killed someone?

Although Meng Xuanhe was so angry that she gritted her teeth, she still smiled and bowed to thank him. As expected, she came to the palace and won an Oscar for Best Actress.

At the banquet that followed, no matter how graceful the dance was or how delicious the state banquet was, it could not end Meng Xuanhe's depression.

Just as she was feeling very uneasy, the banquet finally ended. The first thing she did after returning home was to brush her teeth and take a bath. She did not allow herself to breathe the same air as Meng Ziyan.

The heat warmed her body but couldn't warm her heart.

After coming out of the bath, Nanny Wen Zhen held a heater in her hand and put it into Meng Xuanhe's arms. The warm feeling came over her, and she felt that the coldness in her body was less.