The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Don't worry, go ahead. If you really achieve something in Beiliang, I will come to join you. After all, it is not easy to survive under Meng Ziyan's command."

Meng Xuanhe said this while holding his forehead with his hand.

The seriousness in her eyes did not sound like a joke. Meng Xuanhe wanted Yan Chengan to leave without any worries.

"Okay, I will never forget you."

A dandy smile that had not been seen for a long time appeared on Yan Chengan's face, and he was as carefree and unrestrained as when they first met.

He suddenly bent down, and in order to accommodate Meng Xuanhe, he had to lower himself to the same height as her.

He reached his hand into his chest and took out a misty blue hairpin.

"What is this?" If Yan Cheng'an hadn't taken it out, Meng Xuanhe would have forgotten the hairpin that he had glanced at quickly on the streets of Yangzhou, and it was also the hairpin that had amazed him.

"I saw this on the day I first arrived in Yangzhou. I saw that you liked it, so I secretly bought it for you."

Yan Chengan noticed Meng Xuanhe's look at that time, and then he bought it quietly. He wanted to find an opportunity to give it to Meng Xuanhe, but then he heard the bad news about the Duke of Yan's Mansion.

And today he will go to Beiliang alone. If he really dies on the battlefield, then this farewell will be forever.

Yan Chengan didn't want to leave with regrets, so he took out the mist blue hairpin.

Yan Chengan took the hairpin and pinned it on Meng Xuanhe's black hair. She always liked plain colors, and apart from the princess's court dress, she wore blue and blue clothes the most.

She was wearing a smoky green dress today, which made her look full of vitality. The misty blue hairpin was unexpectedly suitable for her.

"Meng Xuanhe, wait for me to come back."

Yan Chengan bent down and looked at her at eye level. The boy's clear and sincere eyes were deeply imprinted in her mind.

This scene was so beautiful, with the light yellow sunlight shining on the two of them.

The clean and spotless young man was bending his body. He was originally doing something a little ambiguous, but it made him do it quite openly, clearly and purely.

Meng Xuan and Xiao Yanwan smiled. The distance from this house to the gate was not long. The two of them walked the last part of the way in silence.

"Yan Cheng'an, you must live well." Before Yan Cheng'an turned around and left, Meng Xuanhe shouted at his back.

Yan Chengan turned around, a touching smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, I am still thinking about Madam Wei's excellent cooking skills."

After saying that, Yan Cheng'an left without looking back without giving Meng Xuanhe time to react.

If he spoke a few more words to Meng Xuanhe, he was afraid that he would really not be able to leave.

Yan Chengan pushed off the ground with his toes and used his lightness skills to disappear into the crowded streets of Yangzhou.

Only after Meng Xuanhe saw that he had completely walked away did he put down the bolt and gently close the door.

A sense of melancholy and emotion welled up in his heart. The deep hatred of Duke Yan's Mansion was like a sudden rain, washing away the once dissolute Young Master Yan's calmness.

The responsibility of guarding the Duke's Mansion for generations was finally taken up by Yan Cheng'an. If Duke Yan could see it with his own eyes, he would be able to rest in peace in his grave.

From this moment on, the infamous devil bully in the city of Bianjing no longer existed, and Yan Chengan embarked on a road full of difficulties.

Not only had Meng Xuanhe not seen Yan Chengan for two days, he couldn't even find any trace of Yan Liujing.

She seemed to be away from home for the past few days. Meng Xuanhe felt that Yan Liujing should know that Yan Cheng'an went to Beiliang, so she went to knock on Yan Liujing's door.

Seeing no one answering, she reached out and pushed the door open. Just like the previous two days, Yan Liujing's house was still empty.

The only difference from before was that there was an extra piece of letter paper and a red tassel on the wooden table.

"I have already known everything about Beiliang. I wish the princess good health and happiness. I wish you to stay with Fengxian after this farewell. Don't worry about me."

And that red tassel has always been hanging on Yan Liujing's whip, so it must be something she treasures very much.

After reading the letter, Meng Xuanhe folded it and carefully put it into the wooden box with Hongsui.

With Yan Liujing's proud and strong character, it's not surprising that he would leave her.

This time when I came to Yangzhou, Jiarun and Jialang were no longer around. Yan Cheng'an went to Beiliang alone, and Yan Liujing had also traveled around the world.

This trip seemed to be the beginning of everyone's departure. Suddenly, the building was empty and Meng Xuanhe was inevitably sad.

"Princess, are you thinking that now that everyone has left the house, you are left alone and sad?" Ying Wugui's voice sounded at an inopportune time, and Meng Xuanhe looked back.

The man was still wearing the enchanting crimson purple robe, leaning lazily against the door, playing with his black hair with his fingers.

Meng Xuanhe curled his lips. This man was really elusive and kept speaking his mind.

Does he know that it is very rude to rub salt into someone's wounds?

Ying Wugui raised the corners of his lips suddenly, as frivolously as before, and comforted her: "I am still with the princess."

As he said that, he moved closer to Meng Xuanhe, who covered his face with his hands and pushed it in the opposite direction.

"Thank you so much." Meng Xuanhe said expressionlessly.

Ying Wugui immediately put on a heartbroken expression, covered his heart and said, "I was trying to comfort the princess, but she treated me like this. I am really sad."

Meng Xuanhe secretly complained in his heart, it would be a great loss to the people of the whole country if you didn't go to modern times to be an actor.

"Do you want to go out for a walk? I just happened to be going to Zuixianju."

Meng Xuanhe is still the shopkeeper of Zuixianju after all. Although Song He and Yu Liu are in Yangzhou, she still feels guilty about being a hands-off shopkeeper.

"I'm too lazy to move." Ying Wugui thought about it seriously and felt that this would require both physical strength and energy, and there would be no reward, so he decisively refused.

Meng Xuanhe did not force him. Since Ying Wugui was unwilling to go out for a walk, she set out for Zuixianju alone.

At the same time, Xie Lin, who was far away in another world, was also not at peace.

No matter how much the Queen humiliated and trampled on him behind his back, he was still the prince in name only of Yu.

At the foot of the yellow glazed tile steps, Xie Lin looked coldly at the distinguished woman sitting on the high seat. When she faced Xie Lin, she did not show the same gentleness and affection as she did to Xie Jingce.

Although he was nominally her son, Yu treated Xie Lin like an enemy.

"You are so brave that you escaped to Nanmeng."

Yu sneered. There was no one else in the palace. She simply brought up the topic directly to avoid beating around the bush with Xie Lin.

Out of courtesy, he had to come and pay his respects to Yu. He laughed coldly and did not comment on Yu's words.

"You can play dumb as you please. Since I was able to chase you down like a stray dog ​​the first time, I will do the same in the future. But you are no longer so lucky. I will never let you escape a second time."

Empress Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, worthy of being a woman who had been in power in the harem for many years. The awe-inspiring pressure came towards her, but Xie Lin did not even raise his eyelids.

Xie Lin snorted coldly, then gave her a cold and weird smile.

It was clearly midsummer, but Empress Yu felt a chill on her back, a bone-chilling chill that suddenly rose up like a tide.