The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Chang'an is located in the north, which is much colder than Bianjing and Yangzhou. Although it is still the end of summer, it has already been quite chilly.

Countless palace servants came and went within the brick-red palace walls, pouring clean water from copper basins onto the ground, sweeping the most honorable place in the entire Northern Dynasty.

The imperial study was quiet and silent, with only the occasional eunuch walking around, preparing incense, ink and candles for the new emperor.

The letter is splashed with ink of warm wine, and the lovesickness is sent to the red wall.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the hibiscus smells fragrant at night.

On the dragon desk, a letter sealed with gold foil was held in the man's hand. But he did not open it to read it, but instead glanced at Yan Chengan who was kneeling on one knee in the study.

"You followed me all the way south, and you have made great achievements in battle. Now you are second only to the emperor in Chang'an. Why do you want to leave?"

Xie Lin placed the letter on the dragon table and tapped the table with his fingers.

"It is an honor for me to be trusted by your majesty. All I want is peace and tranquility. Since the world has been pacified, Cheng'an doesn't care about these empty names and powers. I have come to hand over the military power to your majesty and spend the rest of my life as a free wanderer, traveling around the world."

Yan Chengan clasped his fists and saluted Xie Lin.

The determination and heat in his eyes only made Xie Lin chuckle.

"I won't worry about your achievements overshadowing your master. That's all. You've worked so hard this time, and it's time for you to take a break. I'll give you some free time to recover from your injuries."

Xie Lin did not agree to Yan Chengan's resignation and only promised him a vacation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yan Cheng'an bowed solemnly to Xie Lin, then turned around and said goodbye.

The wounds all over his body had long since made him numb, and his once handsome face was now stained with traces of wind and snow. He was no longer willing to spend time taking care of himself, and even when his little stubble grew, he didn't care about trimming it.

After getting Xie Lin's promise, Yan Cheng'an made some arrangements in his general's mansion and left Chang'an without looking back.

His mind was at rest, and he had no desire to serve as an official in the court.

Chang'an City is not where he belongs, and there is no one he cares about.

Yan Cheng'an went south along the official road of the Northern Dynasty. He wanted to go back to see Bianliang and pass by Yangzhou on the way.

During the more than ten-day journey, Yan Cheng'an was in a daze, accompanied by a pot of sake, and often in a state of drunkenness and dream.

When he opened his eyes and looked towards a brightly lit place, he realized that he had arrived in Yangzhou.

Yangzhou was not affected by the war, and after a few days of adjustment, it returned to its former prosperous and bustling scene.

Yan Chengan looked towards the end of the long street as if he were in another world. It was at that stall that he bought the misty blue hairpin for Meng Xuanhe, and the wish he made on the lotus lantern beside the river.

Only half of my wish has been fulfilled, but the other half will never be achieved.

Yan Chengan thought of the past and smiled bitterly. He took out the wine gourd from his waist and poured a mouthful of strong liquor into his throat, which brought him back from his thoughts.

In his drunken state, he seemed to hear a sound of pursuit beside him.

"Madam Wei, you must catch him!" Song He and Yu Liu's faces turned red as they cheered for Meng Xuanhe on the side of the road.

I saw a man in cloth passing by and happened to bump into Yan Chengan.

Yan Chengan had just come to his senses when the man had already run several meters away.

He stared blankly at the other end. On the high brick wall of Yangzhou City, a girl in aqua blue clothes flew down and moved nimbly among the crowd. Her speed gradually increased and she was slowly approaching the man in cloth.

Yan Cheng'an rubbed his eyes in disbelief and caught Meng Xuan at the moment when she passed by him.

He used too much force and both Meng Xuan's hand and wrist turned red.

Meng Xuanhe grimaced in pain from this sudden "sneak attack". She glared at the person who came in angrily, but met a pair of shocked and ecstatic eyes.

"Hi, Young Master Yan, long time no see."

Meng Xuan and Shuer smiled. They didn't expect that meeting Yan Chengan again would turn out to be such a funny scene.

"Master of Zuixianju, you lose again."

When the man in plain clothes saw Meng Xuanhe being entangled, he chuckled and spoke proudly in front.

"Don't be happy too soon. Sooner or later, I will catch you with my own hands." Meng Xuanhe gritted his teeth.

The man in plain clothes was called Lin Xu, and he was a famous thief in Yangzhou City.

Half a month ago, he inexplicably set his eyes on Zuixianju, always thinking that there were treasures in Zuixianju.

In fact, it is not surprising. Zuixianju has been preserved intact in the war-torn era, and its business has not decreased but increased. Anyone would think that Zuixianju is not simple.

So Lin Xu naturally came to patronize Zuixianju, but there were no treasures here as he imagined. He curled his lips and casually took some money from Zuixianju and left.

This guy is really patient. If he didn’t find it the first time, he would come again the second time.

He inexplicably felt that there was some secret passage in Zuixianju, but he couldn't find it, so he came here many times, and he never returned empty-handed.

Meng Xuanhe didn't care about the lost silver at first, but it became a little less every two or three days, and a little less every two or three days, which made Meng Xuanhe secretly swear to catch Lin Xu with his own hands.

So the current scene happened. Lin Xu insisted on finding the treasure in Zuixianju, and Meng Xuan insisted on capturing Lin Xu personally, and then making him spit out all the silver, and then sending him to the yamen.

During the time of fighting wits and courage with Lin Xu, Meng Xuanhe's lightness skills improved a lot, and his speed was already able to keep up with Lin Xu.

If Yan Chengan hadn't suddenly grabbed him, Meng Xuanhe would have been quite confident that he could catch Lin Xu.

This is no longer a question of money, it is a question of dignity!

Meng Xuan glanced at Yan Chengan with resentment, as if blaming him for stopping her.

"Hey, it's been such a long time since we last met. Why do you have this expression when you see me?"

Yan Cheng'an woke up from his shock and suppressed his great ecstasy, as if he had returned to being the cynical young master he used to be.

Meng Xuanhe glared at him, pointed in the direction of Lin Xu and muttered, "If it weren't for you, I would have caught him. Also, what expression should I make? Should I say respectfully, Welcome home, young master?"

Although she was happy to see Yan Chengan, Meng Xuanhe had always known that Yan Chengan was alive and well.

So Meng Xuanhe did not feel as surprised as Yan Chengan. Instead, he blamed Yan Chengan for holding him back.

"Go ahead, say welcome home, young master."

Yan Chengan burst into laughter upon hearing this, and it seemed as if the air was filled with cheerfulness.

Lin Xu was eating the watermelon from a distance from them, but the next second, he was packed up and thrown in front of Meng Xuanhe.

Lin Xu looked up and glared at Meng Xuan: You're eating the melon on me?

"It's been a year since we last met, and your martial arts skills haven't improved at all."

Yan Cheng'an let out a sigh of relief. The calm and steady general under Xie Lin was gone, and he became the sharp-tongued person he used to be.

"After not seeing you for a year, you still deserve a beating, and you seem to have become uglier. Now you can't even enter the princess's mansion."

Meng Xuanhe said with her hands on her hips, and they smiled at each other under the street lights.