The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

When Meng Xuanhe opened his eyes and woke up, the moon was already high in the sky.

But if you really think about it, it was only about seven or eight o'clock.

Meng Xuanhe murmured, turned over, and then his fingers accidentally touched something hard and hot.

She was startled awake by the sudden touch of something quite strange, and then she sat up quickly.

Oh my God, she actually fell asleep next to the King of Hell, and who could tell her why she was sleeping on Xie Lin's shoulder, and it seemed like Xie Lin hadn't pushed her away?

Meng Xuanhe moved slightly and his foot unconsciously kicked the table, making a ding-dong sound.

She turned back stiffly and looked at Xie Lin, but Xie Lin still had his eyes closed, as if he was not woken up by her.

The glazed walls in the bedroom made him look lonely and deserted, and his smooth face, like that of a god, was angular and cold.

Although the man had his eyes closed at this moment, he still had a noble temperament and was intimidating without even being angry.

Meng Xuanhe swallowed unconsciously and felt extremely nervous.

Just when she was about to pull herself out of Xie Lin's arms, she found that her hand was tightly grasped in his palm and she couldn't pull it out at all.

She pulled hard, but when she found it was futile, Meng Xuanhe gave up struggling.

After about ten minutes, seeing that Xie Lin was still not waking up, Meng Xuanhe also became bored. She asked herself if she could just sit there and watch Xie Lin sleep.

Just behind the desk was the bedroom's bookshelf. She looked up at the bookshelf and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Shang Yang sets up a tree as a sign of trust", "Ji Bu keeps his promise worth a thousand gold pieces", "Zeng Zi kills a pig to fulfill his promise", and next to it there is a red banner that reads "Be frank and lenient, refuse to be strict".

The general meaning is that Meng Xuanhe should be treated leniently if he confesses, and be treated severely if he resists.

Her eyebrows jumped fiercely, and then she simply ignored them and silently cast her eyes to the bottom shelf, where she finally saw some short story books.

Meng Xuanhe's eyes lit up and he was ready to reach out his free hand to take it.

She could only try her best not to make any noise, and slowly took half a step towards the bookshelf, leaning forward as far as she could, and then grabbed the book from the bookshelf.

Just as Meng Xuanhe was about to reach out his hand, the lazy man on the sandalwood chair suddenly moved, changed his posture, and let go of the hand that was holding Meng Xuanhe.

Meng Xuanhe was already struggling to reach the bookshelf, and when Xie Lin suddenly let go of him, he couldn't help but fall towards the bookshelf behind him.

In a panic, Meng Xuanhe hurriedly reached out and grabbed the bookshelf, so he didn't fall on Xie Lin.

The reaction was a chain reaction. Meng Xuanhe was able to make the bookshelf support his body, but several books on the bookshelf fell down because of Meng Xuanhe's movements.

Seeing that a thick copy of "Journey to the West" was about to hit Xie Lin on the head, Meng Xuanhe's heart was in his throat.

Fortunately, her lightness skills had improved, and her movements were quite agile, so she caught the evil "Journey to the West".

She also stretched out her other hand and caught the books over there steadily.

Meng Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief. In front of her, where she couldn't see, Xie Lin's hand in his sleeve suddenly moved.

Then Meng Xuanhe was in trouble. The white jade dice that was originally placed neatly on the bookshelf began to shake, and it seemed that it was about to fall down.

Meng Xuanhe was holding "Journey to the West" in his left hand and a stack of books in his right hand, so he had no hands to catch the dice.

The white jade dice was about to fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

She quickly stretched out a foot and let the dice fall onto her shoe, successfully hooking the little thing tightly, so as not to let the sound wake up Xie Lin.

"It's okay." Meng Xuanhe muttered. Fortunately, he caught it and fortunately Xie Lin was sleeping soundly.

She suddenly felt something was not right. With Xie Lin's internal strength, how could he not hear these noises?

So Meng Xuanhe twisted his neck and carefully reached in front of Xie Lin.

She had originally intended to just take a quick glance, but that one glance almost caused her to die.

The emperor, who was lazily leaning back, opened his eyes at some point, and his sinister dark eyes stared at Meng Xuanhe, causing Meng Xuanhe to tremble with fear, and his body fell uncontrollably.

The books in her hands fell to the ground, and the white jade dice rolled down instantly, turning around on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Meng Xuanhe fell into Xie Lin's arms without warning, and the table was suddenly in chaos.

The soft and tender touch made Xie Lin slightly startled. His big hand stroked the soft waist, which was slender and boneless.

Meng Xuanhe's curled eyelashes fluttered in fear like butterflies, and her beautiful eyes were filled with panic because of the movement.

Like a frightened rabbit, so pure that people want to bully it.

Suddenly their eyes met, and Xie Lin laughed.

"What are you doing, Princess?"

Meng Xuanhe clenched his palms nervously, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, if I say this was an accident and had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?"

Xie Lin cast his eyes towards the messy desk, then glanced at Meng Xuanhe with a look that asked, "Do you think I believe it?"

"If you hadn't let me go suddenly, I wouldn't have..."

Meng Xuanhe muttered softly, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"Come to think of it, it's my fault that I let you go?"

Meng Xuanhe's voice was small, but it was heard accurately by Xie Lin. At this time, Xie Lin asked her back, which made Meng Xuanhe feel embarrassed.

"It's nothing. It's all my fault. I'm a waste." Meng Xuanhe quickly shook his head.

Oh my God, she must not be awake yet, wake up quickly.

Meng Xuanhe looked at Xie Lin's expression, not understanding what he was thinking.

Then she slapped herself twice, wanting to see if she was dreaming.

"What are you doing?" Xie Lin frowned and held Meng Xuanhe's little hand.

"Your Majesty, I thought I was still asleep. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep. How about I perform a little magic trick for you?"

Meng Xuanhe's eyes were sincere, as if she really felt guilty.

After hearing Meng Xuanhe's proposal, Xie Lin agreed for some unknown reason. He wanted to see what Meng Xuanhe was going to do.

Because in his arms, the girl's eyes were rolling around, and who knows what evil was hidden in her cunning eyes.

"Your Majesty, this trick takes a long time to perform. I may need a spell, but don't worry, I will never hurt your Majesty."

Xie Lin raised his chin slightly and did not answer Meng Xuanhe's words.

"Mixi, missi, don't talk too much. If you can't talk too much, I can't miss you." As soon as Meng Xuanhe finished speaking, his body disappeared into Xie Lin's arms out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Xuanhe found himself standing on the roof of the bedroom.

The Forbidden City under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog. The lights of the tall buildings looked extremely hazy under the fog, with a bit of unclear beauty.

The Milky Way flows across the sky, and the bright moonlight covers the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

Meng Xuanhe had never seen such magnificent mountains and rivers when he was in Nanmeng.

Different from the gentle and carefree south, Chang'an in the north is more majestic and beautiful, with breathtaking momentum.