The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

The grilled fish is extremely tender and delicious, with a crispy surface and a slightly spicy but not greasy taste when you bite into it.

The fish fillet is tender yellow and smooth, and melts in your mouth. Most of the grass carp's bones are large, so it's not troublesome to eat.

Chopped green onions and chili peppers are indispensable, and they are supplemented with lotus root slices and onions.

"Bow pig, hoo hoo hoo." Jialang's mouth was full of fish meat and he couldn't speak clearly.

Jiarun reluctantly brought him a cup of tea and patted him on the back.

"Grass carp has a unique flavor when grilled like this." Yan Liujing said in amazement.

"Try my newly brewed peach blossom wine." Meng Xuanhe smiled and handed the wine cup beside him to Yan Liujing.

It happened that peach blossoms from the tree floated down and even fell into the wine cup. The elegant and sweet peach wine lingered at the tip of the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Yan Liujing took the wine cup and took a sip. It tasted sweet and mellow, with a clear aroma.

It doesn't taste like alcohol, but it makes people feel intoxicated.

"Such a good thing didn't even occur to me."

Yan Cheng'an was enjoying his meal, and looked at Meng Xuanhe handing the wine cup to Yan Liujing without thinking of himself at all, with a hint of resentment.

"The alcohol content of this wine is quite high. I'm afraid you'll drink too much." Before Meng Xuanhe finished speaking, Yan Chengan snatched the wine jug from her hand.

He filled the wine cup generously and did not forget to add wine to Meng Xuanhe's cup.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but drink more.

It turned out that her worries were not unnecessary. The four people around her became drunk just when they had eaten half of the grilled fish.

Jiarun, Jialang, and Yan Liujing were all drunk and fell asleep on the stone table.

Although Yan Cheng'an looked normal, he was mumbling some nonsense.

"Little guy, I'm actually not what you see me to be." Yan Cheng'an spoke nonsense after drinking and tightly grasped Meng Xuanhe's wrist.

"You've drunk too much." Meng Xuanhe calmly pried his hands apart. Her pretty face was flushed and she was drunk, but she firmly believed that she was more sober than the people in front of her.

"I didn't." Yan Chengan retorted in a low voice.

"My Duke of Yan was a founding hero who pacified the people of Nanmeng and quelled rebellions. My father was loyal and willing to sacrifice his life for the country, but the tyrant emperor was wary of him and regarded him as a thorn in his side."

Yan Chengan looked up. The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, blending into the peaceful night with the earth. The lanterns on the pavilion blended with the curtain and leaked onto the bluestone road under the pavilion.

The cold moonlight and the hazy drunkenness made Yan Cheng'an express his inner thoughts to others for the first time in his life.

This person was none other than the sister of the tyrant whom he hated the most. The notorious princess was regarded as a disaster in the city of Bianjing, and anyone could kill her.

But with Meng Ziyan's protection, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted.

But did the world really understand her? Even if her body was replaced by another brave and kind soul, no one cared.

The same is true for Yan Cheng'an. When people mention him, they only associate him with a playboy who is dissolute and idle. Who really understands his heart?

Perhaps they were all the same, misunderstood by the world, which was why Yan Chengan felt free to speak out and regarded Meng Xuanhe as his soulmate.

"My name, Cheng'an, comes from 'peaceful seas and clear rivers, peaceful country and safe people'. What my father pursued throughout his life was to bring peace to the world and let the common people live a stable life. This is not only my father's pursuit, but also the long-cherished wish of the Duke of Yan's Mansion for generations."

Yan Chengan's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and his eyes, which were originally hazy with drunkenness, appeared especially clear under the night sky.

Meng Xuanhe looked up at him and was shocked by the seriousness and determination in his eyes. It turned out that she had never really paid attention to Yan Chengan's inner thoughts.

"Maybe we are all the same."

Meng Xuanhe sighed. No matter what the original princess was like, every ridiculous thing she did after she came here was to hide herself and make Meng Ziyan think that she still had value that could be used.

Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. Only by truly understanding Meng Ziyan's heart can you survive under his nose.

These few short words warmed Yan Chengan's heart in the cool night.

"It's just that my father's thinking is too simple. His loyalty is blind. No matter how upright he is in the court, no matter how much he cares for Nan Meng, the incompetent emperor will only regard his actions as provocations."

Yan Chengan continued, revealing all the worries he had since he could remember, things that even Yan Liujing didn't know.

"Nanmeng will only decline faster in the hands of Meng Ziyan. If a heroic emperor appears in Beiliang in the future, he will surely destroy Nanmeng and unify the world. Although my Yan Guogong Mansion has been loyal to the Nanmeng royal family for generations, I, Yan Chengan, put world peace first."

Only in this way can we live up to the name Yan Cheng'an and the ancestors of the Duke of Yan's Mansion.

"So, you acted like a dandy on the surface, not just to piss off Duke Yan."

Meng Xuanhe frowned slightly. She had never thought that in the pedantic ancient times, there would be such a grand idea as Yan Chengan.

Establish a mission for the people, establish a mind for heaven and earth, and bring peace to the world for all eternity.

Meng Xuanhe knew that he did not have such lofty ambitions.

"The Duke of Yan's Mansion has been classified as a disgusting and pure faction by Meng Ziyan. As the only prince of the Duke of Yan's Mansion, if I don't act a little more absurd, I would have been secretly eliminated by Meng Ziyan long ago."

There was a hint of bitterness in Yan Chengan's smile.

Everyone knows that he is a playboy, but they don’t know that he, Yan Cheng’an, is a martial arts expert and a martial arts genius; everyone knows that he is absurd, but they don’t know that he, Yan Cheng’an, has such lofty ambitions.

Even if he studied military books and practiced internal skills in secret, Meng Ziyan would not use him, just because he was from the Duke of Yan's Mansion.

Be close to villains and stay away from wise ministers. With such an emperor, how far will Nanmeng be from destruction?

Rather than showing off his talents and bringing trouble to the Duke's Mansion, Yan Cheng'an would rather be misunderstood by everyone in exchange for peace in the Duke's Mansion.

So, this is what Yan Chengan really thinks.

There was a hint of complexity in Meng Xuanhe's eyes as he looked at him, as if it was the first day he met him.

This dream created by peach blossom wine made Meng Xuanhe completely enter Yan Chengan's heart.

"Little one, you are the only one who can understand me, right? After all, we are so similar."

Yan Cheng'an had not known Meng Xuanhe when he first met him, but since he chose to ignore the rumors, he believed that he would not be wrong.

"You guessed it right, right from the beginning."

Meng Xuanhe did not say that she was forced into a situation, as she believed that Yan Chengan would understand when he heard this.

"From now on, no matter what happens, no matter when or where, I will always protect the princess."

Yan Cheng'an turned around. Under the slanting moonlight, the young man stood as tall as a pine tree, with bright eyes and a luster that could dispel the clouds.

Meng Xuanhe looked at his sincere and determined eyes, and ripples of emotions appeared in her heart.

Is the plot shown in the video really unchangeable? She has been very careful all along, fearing that she would deviate from the route and lose her way home.

But if she really does nothing and watches their future happen, even if she returns to the modern era, can she live calmly and put everything behind her?

Meng Xuanhe’s answer was naturally no.

She couldn't bear to watch them go towards the original ending. Even if the plot would change because of it, even if there would no longer be auspicious visions from the sky, she was going to give it a try.

Weakness and timidity have never been Meng Xuanhe's style.

Climbing high does not stop because of danger, but doing what you want is the truth her master Meng Sangxi taught her since she was a child.

Whether it was Nanny Wen, Yan Cheng'an, Yan Liujing, Jiarun Jialang, or even... Xie Lin, they were all the people she cherished most in this world.

Yan Chengan looked at her with sincere and clear eyes, and there was an unspeakable tacit understanding between the two.

Yan Liujing, who was drowsy, started talking in his sleep at this time, mumbling something in his mouth, but it was unclear what he was saying.

"Okay, I'm not used to you being like this." Meng Xuanhe stuck out her tongue and slapped Yan Chengan hard on the back of his head.

Such a topic was too heavy, and this was not her original intention in inviting Yan Chengan to drink.

"How dare you touch me?" Yan Cheng'an smiled, and the way he pretended to be angry was really funny.

"What's the real ability of talking big? If we have the ability, let's get drunk and forget all these things when we wake up tomorrow."

Meng Xuanhe happily raised the wine jug in his hand and signaled to Yan Chengan.

"Okay." Yan Cheng'an raised his eyebrows. Naturally, he was unwilling to be outdone. He directly picked up the small jar of wine at his feet and drank it all in one gulp.

The laughter of the two men spread into the West Pavilion. After drinking heartily, they both fell down and fell asleep on the stone table.