The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Flying with a sword is actually no different from taking a high-speed train. Once the novelty wears off, it becomes boring. Meng Xuanhe fell asleep while hugging the sword. In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes blearily and was startled by how far away she was from the ground.

“Is this Suzhou?”

The breeze blew late at night, bringing a slightly cool and moist breeze. Meng Xuanhe rubbed her eyes, and the bustling street scene with bright lights below made her feel familiar. She immediately recognized that this was Suzhou, where they had stayed at that time.

Suzhou is located between Yangzhou and Bianjing. It turned out that they had already traveled half the distance during this afternoon when I was asleep.

Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but sigh that it was great to have martial arts skills. It took them several days to reach Yangzhou, but Yi Huaizhi only needed a day and a half.

"Madam Wei is awake." A gentle voice came from above Meng Xuanhe's head.

Meng Xuanhe got up. After waking up from a nap, she seemed to be less afraid of heights. She sat on the hilt of the sword and looked at Yi Huaizhi.

Yi Huaizhi had already sat down on the hilt of the sword, sitting cross-legged, with his hands casually resting on his knees. Meng Xuanhe looked at him in surprise. He was concentrating with his eyes closed, and he knew she was awake without even opening his eyes.

"It looks like I'll be able to return to Beijing tomorrow." Meng Xuanhe rested his head on his hands, taking in the bustling lights under his sword.

Yi Huaizhi nodded, with a faint smile still on his lips, as if there was no other emotion except this gentle smile.

Meng Xuanhe rubbed her eyes in a trance, as if she couldn't believe it. A pigeon with shiny feathers flew straight towards her, with a little dirt on its wings, but it couldn't resist the high spirits of this rock pigeon.

Meng Xuanhe was hit in the face by it before she could come to her senses. The strong collision made her body unable to keep balance and she fell headfirst.

Fortunately, Yi Huaizhi was quick enough to grab her hand, while Meng Xuanhe's other hand hung down, holding the rock pigeon.

"No way, how can you be a pigeon with that look in your eyes?" Meng Xuanhe glared at the rock pigeon angrily. But the rock pigeon turned its head away from her and struggled out of her hands.

Yi Huaizhi burst into laughter upon hearing this. This time, unlike his usual faint smiles, it seemed to be a smile from the heart. Meng Xuanhe looked at his smile, which was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, or like ripples on a spring lake.

The sea is no longer calm, it has some emotions added to it.

Yi Huaizhi reached out and picked her up, then sat back on the sword.

"This is a rock pigeon, used specifically for delivering messages. Judging from its bright fur, it must be raised by some noble official." Yi Huaizhi kindly reminded her.

Meng Xuanhe finally let go of her anger and turned to look at the rock pigeon. It had been hovering around Meng Xuanhe, as if it was looking for her on purpose.

"It seems like there is really something." Meng Xuanhe found a small piece of hemp paper on the rock pigeon's feet. After she reached out to take it off, the rock pigeon flew in the direction it came from without stopping at all.

Yi Huaizhi smiled faintly and turned his head away. Meng Xuanhe then opened the hemp paper and looked at it.

This sight made her pupils shrink slightly. It turned out that this rock pigeon belonged to Yan Chengan. On the hemp paper was written that the emperor searched the princess's mansion and asked Meng Xuanhe to return to Beijing quickly.

Meng Xuanhe looked a little unnatural. She didn't know why Meng Ziyan suddenly searched the princess's mansion. But she felt that Meng Ziyan was going after Xie Lin. Meng Ziyan had doubts about Xie Lin last time. Why would Meng Ziyan come to search again when there was nothing wrong?

Yi Huaizhi noticed Meng Xuanhe's expression and asked, "Did something happen?"

Meng Xuanhe nodded, a worried look on his face: "Something happened at home."

"Don't worry, Madam Wei, I will try to go as fast as possible." This was not Yi Huai's job, but he did not refuse and silently increased the speed of the flying sword.

Meng Xuanhe felt the wind around him getting stronger and stronger, and cast a grateful look at Yi Huaizhi.

She was so focused on Xie Lin that she no longer paid any attention to the scenery below her feet. Feeling uneasy, Meng Xuanhe stayed awake all night. However, Yi Huaizhi used his inner strength to control the direction of the flying sword without showing any signs of fatigue.

The depth of his internal strength was beyond Meng Xuanhe's imagination.

The flying sword flew past from the outskirts of Bian Jing. Meng Xuanhe still had a strange poison in her body. Even if she was extremely anxious, she had to go to Sun Moon Villa with Yi Huaizhi first.

When she stepped into this fairyland-like place again, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Sun Moon Villa is a place that countless disciples of the martial arts world yearn for, and it is also the most mysterious sect in the entire martial arts world.

But she seemed to come too frequently, and had some inexplicable interactions with Yi Huaizhi.

It seemed that she would always meet him when she was in trouble, and he would spare no effort to help her out of danger.

The more Meng Xuanhe thought about it, the more she felt something was not right. As the owner of Sun Moon Villa, was Yi Huaizhi really so free that he would meddle in the affairs of a person of low status like her all day long?

"Madam Wei, come in with me." Yi Huaizhi let out a cold smile. He stood in a bright and beautiful place, his black eyes calm and without any emotion.

The only thing people can feel is the graceful fluttering of the white clothes.

Meng Xuanhe suddenly felt a little guilty. She suspected that this jade-like man had ulterior motives. It was no wonder that she was suspicious. Anyone who traveled through time and space to an ancient person would be on high alert.

When she was stunned, Yi Huaizhi also stopped. Meng Xuanhe came to his senses and ran towards him.

Yi Huaizhi seemed to sense her doubts and led her in with a faint smile.

"Is Madam Wei confused?"

Yi Huaizhi lowered his eyes and looked at the girl. The girl was not good-looking, at most she was pretty. The freckles on her face seemed to hide her true appearance, and her originally fair skin was also covered with a layer of light black powder.

Meng Xuanhe hadn't said anything yet. If she said she doubted Yi Huaizhi now, it would seem that she didn't know what was good for her and had betrayed the good people. If she didn't doubt him, she would really like to hear what Yi Huaizhi would say.

Yi Huaizhi reached out and brushed the wall, and a fine brush painting appeared on the empty wall. The colors of the painting were simple and clean, but the woman in it was lifelike, and her expression was fully revealed under the outline of ink, as elegant and distant as a lotus.

"From the first time I saw you, I felt that you looked exactly like the person in this painting."

Yi Huaizhi's eyes were fixed on Meng Xuanhe's pretty face, but his gaze seemed to pass through her and drift to a distant place.

Meng Xuanhe looked in the direction he was looking and also saw the painting on the wall. The woman in the painting was actually...

She reached out her hand and touched the portrait in shock. The facial features of the woman in the portrait were exactly the same as those of her master Meng Sangxi. The only difference was her age.

The woman in the portrait was in her prime, a young girl in her twenties. Meng Sangxi had raised her, and when she last saw her, Meng Sangxi was probably over forty years old.

Rather than saying that he looks like her, it would be more accurate to say that he is Meng Sangxi when he was young.

Yi Huaizhi saw the shock and astonishment on Meng Xuanhe's face, and she asked him tentatively: "What is your relationship with this woman?"

Yi Huaizhi did not blame her for her recklessness. He patiently answered her questions, and in the depths of his eyes appeared a true tenderness that Meng Xuanhe had never seen before.

"She is my mother and the only relative I have in this world. But she died when I was young. Now I think she is just the same as in the painting and has never changed." When mentioning the word "relatives", Yi Huaizhi's eyes suddenly turned dim.

"Sorry for bringing up your sad story." Meng Xuanhe apologized. If she hadn't suspected Yi Huaizhi out of thin air, he wouldn't have had to bring up this past.

Yi Huaizhi smiled and waved his hands, as if wanting her to relax.

"Madam Wei, come with me to heal your wounds."

After explaining the reasons clearly, Meng Xuanhe nodded and followed him. With Yi Huaizhi's internal force suppressing the strange poison, he did not feel any discomfort for the whole day.

Yi Huaizhi took out the antidote for her to take, and then cast a few spells. The toxins would become blocked by the pressure of the spells and would no longer flow through the body.

Control it first, then the antidote will take effect and slowly eliminate the toxins in her body with its power.

Meng Xuanhe looked at Yi Huaizhi's appearance when he was performing the spell, and felt more and more familiar with it. This spell was like her painting spirit art, and the idea of ​​​​drawing it could be said to be exactly the same.

When Meng Xuanhe thought of Yi Huaizhi saying Meng Sangxi was his mother, she stared at his profile in a daze. Yi Huaizhi was also the first person who had a connection with the modern world since she came to this world.

Meng Xuanhe's stunned expression caught Yi Huaizhi's eyes. He smiled lightly and asked gently, "Madam Wei, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"Why do you think I am similar to your mother? She is so beautiful, and I don't think I am like her." Meng Xuanhe lowered his head and did not say what he was thinking. Instead, he tried to pry open his words indirectly.

When playing against Huaizhi, she always felt a little apprehensive and wary. He was able to sit on the position of the owner of Sun Moon Villa, so he was definitely not a good person.

"It's the feeling Madam Wei gives me that's very similar. To be fair, the word 'feeling' is used very objectively." Yi Huaizhi finished performing the spell, withdrew his hand and was regulating his breath.

Then, he sighed softly, and suddenly leaned forward and whispered, "If Madam Wei has any news about my mother, could you please tell me? I have been looking for her very hard over the years."