The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"You kid, why don't you just be a general? Why are you running to Yangzhou?"

Meng Xuanhe took Yan Chengan back, and Yan Liujing hit him on the head as soon as he saw him.

Although Yan Liujing was happy, she still put on a sour face like a sister.

"Your Majesty has granted me leave, and I am doing it in an upright manner. What did the little one say?"

"Paid vacation." Meng Xuanhe added silently.

"Yes, yes, it's paid vacation."

Yan Chengan's whole person became lively, unlike when he was in Chang'an, when it was as if all the color had disappeared from his body and he looked like a black and white painting.

"How long will the vacation be?" Meng Xuanhe asked curiously. She was quite interested in the vacation system in the ancient times.

"Your Majesty didn't say, so you can take as much rest as you want. Sister, I will be with you in Yangzhou when I am free." Yan Cheng'an raised his eyebrows, which made Yan Liujing hold his forehead with his hand.

Is this the man who became a general?

Apart from a slight change in appearance, she didn't notice anything different about Yan Cheng'an.

"You're so ugly now. Don't tell others that you're my brother when you go out." Yan Liujing glanced at Yan Chengan with disdain.

Yan Cheng'an was devastated. Meng Xuanhe had just said so, and his sister was saying the same thing now. Could it be that he had really been made ugly by the wind and sand?

Meng Xuanhe kindly handed him a bronze mirror. Yan Chengan looked at himself again and again and found that he was indeed unshaven and unkempt.

When Yan Chengan thought of himself appearing in front of the little guy like this, he wanted to travel through time and rewrite history!

So he picked up the bronze mirror to cover his face and sneaked back to his room in silence.

When he stood in front of the two men the next day, the sunny, high-spirited young man seemed to have returned.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a good meal." Meng Xuanhe stuck out his tongue.

A year has passed, and a lot has changed, but they are still the same as before, never changing.

"How did you escape?" Yan Cheng'an asked the question he wanted to ask most. Yan Liujing also had big ears, so she hadn't asked yet.

"I said I dug a tunnel and escaped. Do you believe me?"

Meng Xuanhe said this sincerely, but the two siblings surnamed Yan shook their heads in disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it." She shrugged as the scumbag spoke. Although she didn't give any details, it was indeed found in the tunnel.

Su Yi now works at Zuixianju, and Meng Xuanhe thought about it and arranged a role for her. After dinner, everyone can watch the performance in the lobby, and Zuixianju has added another feature.

Xi Yu often came to support the performance. Everyone said that Su Yi was a fairy from heaven and her piano playing sounded like heavenly music.

Xi Yu and a group of friends were enjoying Su Yi's performance at the banquet. He seemed to see the Su Yi lady who was popular in Bian Jing again. The brightness and confidence in her performance swept away the gloom that he felt when he came to Yangzhou.

Su Yi has her own career and is no longer trapped by the Xi family's prejudice.

She used to hate her background, but when she picked up the piano to play again, she realized that this was something she loved and she should not give up herself for love.

Love yourself first, then love others. Find yourself first, then you can be loved by others.

Time knows the taste, years are fragrant.

The night is late, the wind is sleepless, listen to the spring coming, every day is new.

Watching the yellowing autumn leaves fall away, leaving only bare branches, then hearing the arrival of spring, new buds growing, and then the lush greenery of midsummer.

The years pass by, year after year...

Meng Xuanhe feels the passage of time. This is her third year in Yangzhou. Zuixianju is doing a booming business and has become a well-known brand. It is constantly expanding to surrounding areas, with more and more franchised stores.

Su Yi is no longer trapped by love, but her independent and dazzling appearance makes Xi Yu even more obsessed.

Although the Xi family still did not recognize Su Yi, Zuixianju's business was growing bigger and bigger, and they no longer dared to look down on Su Yi.

The most noteworthy thing is that Xie Lin brought the entire Great Northern Dynasty to a peaceful and prosperous era, with bustling streets, economic development, bright lights, and red tiles and glazed tiles.

This is a prosperous era that belongs to thousands of people, and it is also a beautiful country that belongs to Xie Lin.

Over the past year, Yan Cheng'an has been going back to Chang'an from time to time. When he first came to Yangzhou, he didn't care about fame and power, but later he seemed to care about them again.

He was always traveling between Yangzhou and Chang'an, or on the training ground, or at the border bordering the Western Regions.

But Yan Cheng'an never felt tired. If he could really get what he wanted, then all the hard work would be worth it.

Yan Liujing was a talented woman of her time, bright and heroic. Many people in Yangzhou City knew her, and many young men pursued her because they loved her free and easy temperament.

Meng Xuanhe occasionally teased her: "There are so many outstanding young men, just pick one."

At this time, Yan Liujing would always spar with Meng Xuanhe, and she was merciless. Meng Xuanhe's Qinggong was also improving, at least Yan Liujing had to chase her for a long time before she could catch up.

And all this is thanks to Lin Xu. As early as half a year ago, Meng Xuanhe captured Lin Xu personally.

Lin Xu said with emotion: "Madam Wei is extremely talented. I am ashamed of myself for not being as good as her in Qinggong."

Meng Xuanhe curled his lips and chuckled: "Then you should just go to the government office and stay there for a while."

When Lin Xu was a master thief, he stole a lot of treasures. After being caught by Meng Xuanhe, he was thrown into prison, but because he actively cooperated and returned all the property, his sentence was reduced.

It's the beginning of autumn again, and Meng Xuanhe is holding his breath under a tree with golden fallen leaves.

A dark green painting spell was floating in front of her. It had no patterns on it, like a blank piece of paper.

Slowly, the spiritual energy emanating from Meng Xuanhe's eyebrows enveloped the entire ritual, and the light blue color stained the entire ritual, eventually turning the green paper into blue.

When Meng Xuanhe's painting spirit technique officially entered the blue path, she, who had always kept her eyes closed, entered another space again.

The spiritual consciousness first went through a long journey and finally dropped her off on a battlefield.

The yellow sand was endless under the scorching sun, and the blood of the soldiers was spilled, making the entire desert immersed in the smell of blood.

Meng Xuanhe's spiritual consciousness passed through the battlefield and saw the men leading both sides.

On horseback, Xie Jingce looked back nonchalantly with a defiant look of determination.

On the other side, Yan Chengan was in a very miserable state, with blood gushing out of his wounds, adding new wounds to his already scarred back.

The desert was surrounded by towering rocks, which completely trapped this area in a dead end. Yan Chengan's men were surrounded and even though he had great martial arts skills, he could not break this deadlock.

Meng Xuanhe was shocked to recognize Xie Jingce. She remembered that he was the deposed prince of Beiliang. She didn't expect that he was not honest after going to Biefan, and actually united with the Yixi Kingdom in the Western Regions to rebel.

Xie Lin did not come in person, but sent Yan Chengan to lead troops to suppress the rebellion.

Yan Cheng'an seemed to have lost his mind in this war. He pursued the victory in order to gain military merit, and thus fell into the enemy's trap.

It was only a matter of time before Yan Chengan's troops were defeated. A large number of Northern Dynasty soldiers were killed or wounded, and in the end only Yan Chengan was left.

He tried his best to break out of the encirclement, but in the end he couldn't stand up due to excessive blood loss.

Yan Cheng'an knelt on one knee, with the sword in his hand deeply inserted into the sand to keep him from falling.

Xie Jingce's soldiers rushed forward, and at the moment when countless spears pierced Yan Cheng'an's heart, the image stopped abruptly...