The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Meng Xuanhe’s guess turned out to be correct. Yan Qing had a serious personality and was simply unable to handle such a situation.

He put down the sword in his hand and looked at Meng Xuanhe helplessly.

Because this matter was obviously Xie Lin's fault.

"Don't worry, our young master...will be responsible for this matter."

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, thinking that he could just give her some money and settle the matter.

As for such an ordinary and unremarkable woman, I'm sure Your Highness has already forgotten about her.

Yan Qing thought his idea was a good one, but he didn't notice that the girl in front of him changed her expression.

Meng Xuanhe didn't know what Yan Qing was thinking, and he complained in his heart.

She didn't need Xie Lin to be responsible for her. When she thought of the madness just now, her earlobes turned red like a burning cloud.

"No, no, he doesn't need to be responsible for me. I already have a fiancé, I just want you to promise me one thing."

Meng Xuanhe waved his hands quickly. In fact, the two of them were not on the same channel at all.

"What's the matter?" Yan Qing asked vigilantly.

Meng Xuanhe met his gaze calmly and said slowly: "Starting tomorrow, both you and I will lose our memories."

The best solution is to completely forget about this incident and just treat it as a dream.

Although she didn't know who cast the spell, since it was the mist of the Golden and Silver Butterfly Gu, it must have some similarities with the Golden and Silver Butterfly Gu.

It can be seen from Xie Lin’s coma that he will forget everything after waking up from the fog.

Since Xie Lin himself would not remember this ridiculous incident, why should she bring it up again?

Her mind told her that this was the best solution, but she felt a dull pain in her heart.

Meng Xuanhe responded calmly, saying that Yan Qing agreed without even thinking about it. To Yan Qing, it was quite surprising that Meng Xuanhe did not take advantage of the opportunity.

"Take your son away first. It won't be a good idea for him to stay here with me." Seeing that Yan Qing reached an agreement with him, Meng Xuanhe began to drive him away.

Yan Qing tied up Xie Lin's open robe with one hand, helped him up and walked outside.

Meng Xuanhe watched the two of them leave from behind, but his brows suddenly frowned.

She first went out with Yi Huaizhi, and then Xie Lin came to her, along with the mist of golden and silver butterfly Gu.

She didn't know whether Yi Huaizhi could draw spiritual arts, but Ying Wugui definitely could.

For no reason, she thought of Ying Wugui's words, and stayed away from Yi Huaizhi.

Is it really because I brought Yi Huaizhi back to the mansion that a series of events happened?

It was as if there was an invisible hand binding her and Xie Lin together, and many things happened that had nothing to do with the plot.

Meng Xuanhe vaguely felt that there must be some reasons behind these things that she didn't know.

Because she couldn't figure out what was going on with these two people, she developed a certain degree of wariness towards both of them.

Meng Xuanhe went back to her room to sleep, but as soon as she touched the bed, those beautiful memories resurfaced. She blushed and pulled up the quilt, wrapping herself up.

As an open-minded modern person, she doesn't have a life-or-death mentality, she's just a little depressed.

My first time was taken away by a confused person, and he didn't even know it was over. It's so infuriating.

This mansion has already become known to others, and the only thing I’m afraid is that Xie Lin still remembers it and comes knocking on the door in the future.

It turns out that you can't completely avoid it in Yangzhou. Meng Xuanhe really feels unlucky. He finally arranged his retreat, but was discovered by Xie Lin and Yan Qing so quickly.

It seems that she must run farther away. Tomorrow she will sell this mansion and find a place to settle down in a remote area.

As she thought about this, she fell asleep unknowingly.

When Meng Xuanhe fell into a deep sleep, Yan Qing had already brought Xie Lin back to their resting place in Yangzhou. Without the control of the golden and silver butterfly Gu mist, Xie Lin woke up instantly.

Just as Meng Xuanhe guessed, Xie Lin had already forgotten this beautiful memory, just like when Xie Lin forgot about Meng Xuanhe after the golden and silver butterfly poison was removed.

"Yan Qing, what happened just now?" Xie Lin slowly opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

He seemed to have had a very precious dream, in which he got the girl he had always dreamed of.

The girl's face was not as clear and lively as before, but it did not prevent him from recognizing her.

After finally meeting her again, Xie Lin was willing to give her all his tenderness and affection. But she didn't look as happy as he did, instead, every move of hers angered him.

She asked him to marry Lichuan in an indifferent manner, and he got angry and took her by force.

Xie Lin thought, if this was not a dream, he would do the same thing as in this dream.

But it was obviously Li Chuan who saved me, wasn’t it?

This dream was so strange that in his subconscious, he felt that the person he was thinking about was not Li Chuan.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Lin thought about many things and ignored Yan Qing beside him, so much so that he didn't even notice Yan Qing's guilty look.

"Your Highness, you fell asleep just now and nothing else happened." Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that His Highness did not doubt his words.

"Where is Yu Shengan now?"

Originally, Xie Lin came to Yangzhou for business, but inexplicably got involved with Meng Xuanhe.

It took Yu Shengan only half a day to flee to Yangzhou, no more, no less, but it was enough for Yu Shengan to escape at this critical juncture.

"Your Highness, he has fled back to Beiliang." Yan Qing said silently.

Because Xie Lin was not there, no one in the secret guards had the right to issue orders. Even if Yan Qing had the military token, he could not mobilize all the secret guards to hunt down Yu Shengan.

"It doesn't matter." Xie Lin smiled grimly. Even if Yu Sheng'an arrived safely at the foot of the world, he would never let him live unharmed.

Although what happened in the afternoon made Xie Lin suspicious, Yan Qing denied it to the death. Xie Lin never doubted Yan Qing's loyalty, so the matter was exposed.

It’s not Xie Lin’s fault that he didn’t have any suspicions, it’s just that the person who cast the spell was too skilled.

Originally, the two were equally strong, but Xie Lin had been poisoned by the golden and silver butterfly Gu before, and was once again controlled by the mist of the golden and silver butterfly Gu, and was unable to break free.

They stayed in Yangzhou for just one day, and Xie Lin quickly returned to Beijing with Yan Qing and a group of secret guards.

Yu Shengan's achievements are greater than his master's, and he has already touched the Beiliang Emperor's reverse scale, so Xie Lin is not in a hurry.

The next day, after Meng Xuanhe woke up, he rushed through the streets and alleys of Yangzhou, looking for a new place to stay.

The procedures for the mansion were more complicated, and she spent the entire afternoon looking but still couldn't find a good one.

After what happened yesterday, she did think about moving to another city to live in. But she had put in a lot of effort in Yangzhou, whether it was Song He and Yu Liu, or overthrowing Bo Yang at that time.

Zuixianju has already established a foothold in Yangzhou. If it moves for no reason, it will only ruin its business.

So Meng Xuanhe gave up the idea again, but she would definitely move.

She hadn't found a house in the entire afternoon and seemed a little uninterested.

Just passing by the house, Meng Xuanhe's eyes lit up.

This mansion of mine was originally arranged by Jiang Mingyuan, the Tongpan. Now that I want to sell it, I naturally have to inform the Tongpan.

Meng Xuanhe was thinking about his own little plan. Perhaps the Tongpan could help him find a quieter mansion.

She was wandering in front of the residence of Jiang Tongpan, and the guards recognized her. Madam Wei was a distinguished guest who came to Yangzhou with the young princess at that time, so naturally they did not stop her.

After informing, he let Meng Xuanhe into the mansion.

It was clearly night, but there were no lights or candles flickering in the mansion. Everything seemed quiet and strange.

Meng Xuanhe was confused, but the crying sound in the main hall frightened him.

"Madam Wei is here? Come in and sit down."

Jiang Mingyuan's voice came from the inner room. Meng Xuanhe walked in and saw that it was the wife of the Tongpan who was sobbing softly.

Although there was no white cloth or other things in the house, the whole mansion was filled with a sad and mournful atmosphere.

Jiang Tongpan was not only Yan Liujing's uncle, but also Duke Yan's cousin. The fact that the entire Duke Yan's family was executed must have made them extremely sad.

"Since Madam Wei is on good terms with Liu Jing, she must have heard about this. It's a pity that she was framed for treason without even having the chance to mourn openly."

Mrs. Jiang sobbed continuously. Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing were both raised by her. The sudden tragic news made Jiang Tongpan's family far away in Yangzhou feel extremely sad.

Fortunately, the disaster did not implicate the nine clans, so Jiang Tongpan's family was not implicated.

It’s just that the dead have no regrets, and the living are only saddened.