The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she even forgot to address him with a respectful title. Addressing His Majesty by his name was a big taboo, but Xie Lin did not pursue her at all.

"Why should I marry her?" Xie Lin still didn't look up, but a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

If his idea was correct, then Li Chuan must have teamed up with Meng Xuanhe to deceive him. Meng Xuanhe was certainly guilty, but Li Chuan made him more angry.

What's more, Li Chuan almost killed Meng Xuanhe when he was in Princess Nanmeng's mansion. Although he didn't know how Meng Xuanhe escaped, he almost lost the girl he really loved completely.

Xie Lin hasn't figured out how to deal with Li Chuan yet, and this heartless guy actually has the nerve to question him why he didn't marry her. It really drives Xie Lin crazy.

He really wanted to know why Meng Xuanhe denied his kindness to him in the princess's mansion and let Li Chuan take his place.

"But isn't she the one who saved you? And now there are rumors that she will be your successor."

Meng Xuanhe was a little confused. If the plot did not develop as originally planned, how could she go home?

"Do you think you should marry someone for saving your life?"

Xie Lin finally finished dealing with the government affairs and slammed the brush on the table. The sound made Meng Xuanhe shudder.

He suddenly raised his eyes and stared straight at Meng Xuanhe, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

Meng Xuanhe quickly avoided his gaze and spoke tremblingly: "I think so... This is a traditional virtue."

"It's a pity that I have never had any virtues." Xie Lin raised his eyebrows and didn't want to talk to her about this anymore.

"But..." Meng Xuanhe frowned. She had never thought that Xie Lin would be so resistant to marrying Li Chuan. Could it be that she really interfered with the plot?

Thinking of this, Meng Xuanhe felt a little regretful. If she had known this, she should have been an outsider watching and not have any sympathy.

Now her journey home is a bit far.

"Actually, there are many benefits to marrying her, X@&$*￥%X~"

Meng Xuan and Bili were talking a lot, and Xie Lin was annoyed. He glanced at her coldly.

"Shut up."

He was fierce and stubborn, and his deep voice carried a hint of intimidation.

Meng Xuanhe was frightened and lowered her head timidly. She was about to say "Your Majesty, please forgive me" when she found that she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth.

The feeling of silence made her forget her fear instantly, and she stared at Xie Lin with wide eyes.

“Don’t waste your energy. I’ll press your mute point.” Xie Lin lowered his eyes again, suppressing his previous ferocity.

Meng Xuanhe then found that not only could he not speak, he couldn't even move.

"By the way, I'll press the acupoints on your body to numb you, so that you don't move around and disturb my eyes." Xie Lin didn't even raise his eyelids.

The girl's little mouth opened and closed, so rosy and delicious that one would want to possess it and crush it.

But all he could say were words that made him angry and powerless.

Xie Lin was bored, so he picked up a book from the bookshelf and started reading it, completely ignoring the girl who had been acupunctured.

The red candle burned out little by little in the silent silence. Xie Lin snapped his fingers and the candlelight in the room was rekindled.

Meng Xuanhe could do nothing now and could only glare at him.

"What do you want to do by looking at me like that?" Xie Lin finally couldn't stand her gaze anymore, he put down the book, stood up and looked at her.

There is a hint of anger in the girl's clear eyes, and the breeze outlines every strand of her hair, like a cluster of elegant Penglai purple. She was born in the spring breeze season, full of vitality.

"Don't look at a man like that."

Xie Lin leaned over and whispered in her ear. She was so lively and cute when she got angry.

But Meng Xuanhe couldn't move and could only let him tease her.

Half an hour later, Xie Lin finally unblocked her acupuncture points. Meng Xuanhe finally regained her freedom. She moved her body and felt some discomfort in her muscles and bones.

She collapsed on the carpet, not even having the energy to argue with Xie Lin. It was really tiring to keep the same posture, and she felt like she had been beaten up.

"Don't say that again next time, okay?"

Xie Lin walked to her side and placed his big hand on her wrist. A warm and moist internal force flowed through her meridians throughout her body.

The warm feeling brought Meng Xuanhe back to life, and she looked at Xie Lin in confusion.

It was clearly him who did the handwork, and now he had to take the time to stretch her muscles.

After all the fatigue was gone, Xie Lin did not stop. He frowned and found that Meng Xuan and the meridians in his body were shackled.

For those who practice internal strength or magic, the turbidity of meridians often makes practice more difficult. And taking a step back, even ordinary people will have poor blood circulation and cold hands and feet in winter.

Xie Lin slowly poured his internal energy into her body. Because his internal energy was too overbearing, he was worried that Meng Xuanhe could not bear it, so he poured it in bit by bit, sensing the changes in the girl's body.

After the blockages were cleared one by one, Meng Xuanhe's complexion improved significantly. For the first time, she felt that the meridians in her body were flowing very smoothly and purely.

She blinked her eyes and looked at Xie Lin, not understanding what he wanted to do.

After all the blockages were cleared, Xie Lin circulated his internal energy back and forth in her meridians several times.

Meng Xuanhe's spirit painting skills are soaring rapidly, from the initial stage of the Blue Dao to the intermediate stage. He has crossed the watershed and is still moving forward in great strides, eventually staying at the advanced stage of the Blue Dao.

She stood there in a daze, and for a moment she even forgot about being angry with Xie Linsheng for pressing his acupoints.

"I don't keep any trash around me." Xie Lin pulled his hand back, stood up, and seemed to be explaining his actions.

"I seem to be quite useless now, otherwise Your Majesty..."

Meng Xuanhe's eyes lit up. Although she was quite angry just now, Xie Lin could actually serve as a cultivation accelerator!

This is much faster than her practicing slowly on her own, so she should hurry up and hold on to the thigh.

"Still want it?" Xie Lin glanced at her, walked to the desk without looking back and sat down, looking like he was going to handle some official business.

Meng Xuanhe followed without thinking. In her eyes, improving the art of drawing spirits was more important than anything else. She didn't react to what Xie Lin was saying and just stuck to him.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Meng Xuanhe moved closer to him, and she suddenly realized that she was not so afraid of Xie Lin anymore.

In the past, if she was allowed to get so close to Xie Lin, she would definitely feel uneasy. But judging from their interactions over the past few days, Xie Lin didn't seem to really want to kill her.

At first, Meng Xuanhe just stretched out his finger and poked him.

Seeing that Xie Lin didn't react at all, she would continue to push her luck.

Then, Meng Xuanhe's soft hands wrapped around his entire arm. She put her pitiful little face close to him and blinked.

Her fair cheeks showed a hint of grievance and expectation, and her rosy lips had a sweet luster.

Her eyes were as clear as the blue sky, reflecting the man's handsome face.

It is like a flower bud that has just bloomed in early spring, and I just want to hold it in my palm.

The man breathed heavily, his eyes dark as he turned over and pressed her down on the table, his big hands gripping her soft waist tightly like an iron clamp.

The self-control that Xie Lin was so proud of collapsed in an instant, and he almost instinctively kissed the cherry lips that were so close to him.

With a reckless passion, he was about to swallow the woman in his arms into his stomach.

The hot lips came with a surge of emotions like a heat wave. Meng Xuanhe's head was buzzing and he had no idea where he was.

She just felt like she was about to drown in this surge.

Beside the desk, Xie Lin's memorials and official documents were scattered all over the floor. In his arms, the delicate hair of the girl was also spread out, with a hint of indescribable ambiguity.

"Submit a memorial... a memorial." Meng Xuanhe spoke with difficulty, trying to get Xie Lin to let him go.

But Xie Lin turned a deaf ear to him and directly broke through her pearly teeth, entwining his tongue with hers, as if their intertwined hair was a lifelong entanglement.

Meng Xuanhe didn't know how long it was before Xie Lin let her go.

She collapsed like water between his arms and the table. Xie Lin's low and hoarse voice came, and his warm breath sprayed on her ears, causing her already excited body to tremble.

"unimportant."

It seemed to be a response to her previous words, but it also seemed not to be.