The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Your Highness, please go out first." The voice in my ear gradually became louder and clearer in the chaos.

Meng Xuanhe's unfocused eyes looked at the young man who was holding her shoulders tightly in front of her. A hint of urgency appeared on the young man's charmingly beautiful face. The hand holding her shoulders unconsciously increased its strength, pinching her shoulders painfully.

"I'm fine, let me go." Meng Xuanhe came back to her senses, was stunned for a second, shook her head, and slowly pried open his hand that was covering her shoulder.

Her thoughts were full of thoughts, drifting in a distant direction, and she left the palace on her own.

Ying Wugui watched her step out of the palace door before he began to perform the spell...

Meng Xuanhe was bored outside the palace. Ying Wugui's place had been completely blocked by him, so there was no need to worry about anyone coming here.

She kicked the stones at her feet out of boredom. The lush forest in front of her was full of vitality, and the sun's shadows were sprinkled between the trees. She also recalled some past events.

With such absurd and tyrannical style as Meng Ziyan, there are already many people who oppose him. But it should be said that as an emperor, Meng Ziyan has done a good job of balancing the forces of all parties.

As a result, there is no dominant force that can shake his foundation. Although he is dissolute, he still has some talent in these political tactics.

Ying Wugui is so knowledgeable about painting spirits and has all kinds of rare medicine prescriptions. If she hadn't volunteered to enter the palace, she would have found it hard to imagine that such a person would be captured by Meng Ziyan.

Ying Wugui may seem to be just a favored actor, but his status in the palace is probably second only to the emperor.

The fact that his palace was full of his people, and no one dared to enter even Meng Ziyan, was enough to tell. Ying Wugui must have been secretly eroding his power, and what exactly did this man, who was both good and evil and like a demon, want to do?

As Meng Xuanhe was thinking this, the palace door behind him creaked. Ying Wugui turned around and closed the palace door before standing next to Meng Xuanhe.

"It seems to be going well." Meng Xuanhe said this, but his eyes kept looking through the crack in the door.

Ying Wugui's figure blocked her gaze without leaving any trace. Meng Xuanhe seemed to think he was in the way, so she stood on tiptoe to see Meng Ziyan's current situation.

Ying Wugui saw that she was not at ease, so he glanced at her and pressed her restlessly moving body back.

Meng Xuanhe pouted and questioned him a little angrily: "Since you don't want me to see it, you shouldn't let me come."

This sudden question startled Ying Wugui. He had already noticed that Meng Xuan was different from what was rumored, but this was the first time that she was annoyed.

The art of drawing spirits has already reached the point of intoxication for her. The realm of the person in front of her is actually higher than that of Lan Dao. Moreover, the art of nightmare is a magical art, the ability to create an illusionary space, Meng Xuanhe naturally wants to take a look.

Ying Wugui then raised the corner of his lips slightly and said jokingly: "Why don't you take me as your master, and I will teach you."

Meng Xuanhe rolled his eyes: You wish.

"I only have one master, and there will only be one master in my life." Meng Xuanhe raised his head and stared at his charming and unpredictable pupils.

Ying Wugui was noncommittal. Only one person? He was indeed somewhat similar to him. It just so happened that he also had only one master in his life. Although that person did not accept him as a disciple, he only gave him some pointers. But in Ying Wugui's heart, that pointer was enough to save him from taking five years of detours.

"When Meng Ziyan wakes up again, he will just think that this is a misunderstanding. Princess can rest assured."

Ying Wugui walked side by side with her on the gravel road in the harem. Occasionally, one or two busy palace maids passed by, and they all trembled as they saluted them.

Young Master Ying has an unpredictable personality and does things without rules, but he is favored by the emperor. For these palace servants, he is undoubtedly the most feared person.

Not to mention Meng Xuanhe, who was feared by the entire Bianjing city. When the two of them walked together, they almost scared the little palace maids to death.

"Then what should we do about the rumors in Bianjing City?" Meng Xuanhe did not forget Ying Wugui's words. If the rumor problem in Bianjing City was not solved, this matter would sooner or later reach Meng Ziyan's ears.

She had been in the midst of public opinion turmoil in Bianjing City for a long time, and she didn't care, but Xie Lin must not be discovered.

"I have my own way to deal with this. Princess, you should worry more about yourself. You are well-known in the palace. Look, even the palace servants have to walk around us."

Ying Wugui raised his head with an innocent and kind smile, appearing harmless under the light of the pale golden sunlight.

Meng Xuanhe looked back at him without saying anything.

He seemed to be born with such a sharp tongue, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't poke at her sore spots.

"Princess, if I had arrived a few minutes later that day, I'm afraid your lover wouldn't be so safe. Wugui sent you here, please don't forget your promise."

At the gate of Weiyang Palace, Ying Wugui suddenly stopped, stood under the dazzling golden light, and looked at her deeply, as if to remind her of their deal.

Meng Xuanhe nodded. She would never go back on her promise.

But, has Xie Lin ever experienced a nightmare?

Ying Wugui's words made Meng Xuanhe's heart tighten and he felt panic-stricken.

He turned around, his black hair swung in an arc in the air, and his deep crimson purple robe gradually disappeared into the palace gate.

Meng Xuanhe took a deep breath and walked towards the side hall of Weiyang Palace.

It has been more than half a month since the last time he saw Xie Lin. And ever since he said those words last time, Meng Xuanhe has been hiding and dare not see him.

The trip to Yangzhou was mainly to visit Zuixianju and also to calm my troubled heart.

She doesn't belong here, and shouldn't be involved in too many things here. She just needs to be a bystander and protect herself in this turbulent undercurrent.

What she should really do is to finish the rest of the story and wait for the auspicious day to come back to the 21st century.

Meng Xuanhe thought that the trip to Yangzhou would calm her down, so that she would stop thinking about Xie Lin and be able to treat him objectively.

But obviously, she was wrong.

The door to the side hall was right in front of her. Meng Xuanhe raised her green jade fingers, but they were trembling slightly. She didn't dare to open the door, and she didn't dare to look at Xie Lin's clear and passionate eyes.

She thought a lot, but never imagined that after not seeing him for half a month, he would be in such a situation now.

The entire Weiyang Palace was facing away from the sun, not to mention the inner side hall, which was even darker. In the darkness where almost no light could penetrate, the once gentle boy was staring at the ground in a daze.

His angular face was pale and seemed sickly, and his eyes seemed to be unable to focus, just like when he was blind before. They were covered with layers of mist, like stagnant water in a muddy pond, lifeless.

Xie Lin seemed to have been in the darkness for too long, and for a moment he felt at a loss what to do with the golden sunlight.

He stared blankly at the person coming in front of him under the sun. The suffocating feeling of emptiness made Meng Xuanhe's heart ache.

The girl stood in the gently swaying golden halo, just like a star-studded morning light lighting up a dry well, dripping into it with a touch of green waves. It was like a spring scene in a painting, with the bright sunshine and her in perfect harmony.

The long-silent door had not been opened for a long time, and Xie Lin just felt that it was such a wonderful feeling not to be in the dark.

The warm wind in the air embraced him, Meng Xuanhe was like a pearl lost in the sea of ​​mulberry, with the light of the stars flowing in his eyes. The rippling water waves came on the light.

"Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you?" Meng Xuanhe squatted down directly, and the tangled heart disappeared the moment he saw him.

His confused and broken feeling tugged at her heart and made her feel guilty.