The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Speaking of which, Lin Zhaozong has been running to the palace from time to time recently. His personality must be similar to Meng Ziyan's. Without him in the palace these days, Meng Xuanhe is still carefree.

But before he could enjoy the leisurely days enough, Lin Zhao returned home, bringing a big problem with him.

That was the proposal she made to Meng Ziyan in the palace that day.

Meng Xuanhe was completely distressed, and how to get away with it became his top priority.

"Your Highness, you saved us. It is not right for us two brothers to make things difficult for the princess. Jiarun can do whatever he wants, but my brother... can you please not let him be involved?" Jiarun is always like this.

Even if it was such a great humiliation, he was willing to pay the price for Jialang and bear it alone.

"Brother, no, absolutely not." Jia Lang hurriedly spoke out to stop him, cursing, "That dog emperor will pay the price one day."

"Be careful with your words." Meng Xuanhe covered his mouth with his hand.

"Lin Zhao has been keeping a close eye on the main hall recently, so remember that walls have ears. Besides, I didn't call you here to scold Meng Ziyan, but to discuss how to get through this." Meng Xuanhe said with a look of disappointment.

"Does Princess have any good ideas?" Jiarun asked her.

Meng Xuanhe hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as your mind doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems. By the way, do you two know how to make that kind of sound?"

She said it in a more tactful way, but Jiarun and Jialang understood it immediately. Their faces flushed and they nodded.

"Then we're going to have a good show tonight." Meng Xuanhe curled his lips slightly. Everything was ready, except for the magic of drawing spirits.

This technique was one of the most difficult that Meng Sangxi taught her, and it was called the Illusion of the Heart. The difficulty was not in making the painting, but in how to give people an illusion and make it go in the direction you want.

She had spent five years studying, but still had no progress. This level of spiritual painting had obviously transcended the level of ordinary spiritual painting, and was far beyond the Huangdao of sweeping and exorcising evil spirits.

Meng Xuanhe has stayed in Huangdao for decades. It's not that she didn't work hard, but as Meng Sangxi said, there was something missing in the world. After coming to Nanmeng, a land of different time and space, she felt the spiritual energy faintly.

It was because she had been busy making incense day and night a few days ago that she felt the barrier of spiritual energy. After a few breaths of gathering, it could actually remain on her fingertips. This also made her very surprised. Something that originally appeared in fantasy content actually happened to her.

How could Meng Xuanhe, who had stayed there for decades, not be surprised? If she could really draw the illusion technique smoothly, it would mean that her level of spirit painting had already entered the green lane of the spirit realm.

Then her future will be more secure in this unfamiliar world.

After instructing Jiarun and Jialang about tonight's schedule, Meng Xuanhe went out to find Lin Zhao.

"Eunuch Lin, long time no see." Meng Xuanhe said with a smile, putting on a lot of effort.

"Princess, are you well? I wonder what you want from me?" Lin Zhao and Meng Ziyan were in agreement and were now quite cordial towards Meng Xuanhe.

"Of course I want Eunuch Lin to find a dog for me, with a big penis and good sex skills. I don't need to tell you these things." Meng Xuanhe smiled softly with her hands covering her face, with a perverted light in her eyes.

Lin Zhao nodded in agreement, and Meng Xuanhe added as he left: "Eunuch Lin, please remember to come and watch tonight."

He naturally agreed, and after nightfall he brought a Tibetan mastiff that was a tribute from the Western Regions. Before he entered, begging for mercy, sobbing, and unspeakable sounds were heard from Meng Xuanhe's palace.

The servants in the princess's mansion were used to it and were not moved at all.

"Your Highness, is the show about to begin?" Lin Zhao said as he pushed open the door and looked around the room.

The two handsome brothers were bound to a chair with their eyes covered with black cloth. The hemp ropes were tightly tied around their skin, leaving obvious red marks.

"Please, Princess, just let me take care of everything." Jiarun was still begging, but Jialang's eyes were already filled with tears.

Meng Xuanhe ignored them completely and attacked viciously, sending a strong gust of wind towards them.

"This princess only wants to hear what I want to hear. Please stop saying such things." Meng Xuanhe continued to attack coldly and ruthlessly.

There were already many red marks on Jiarun's body, and some blood was oozing out.

Lin Zhao was a little confused. Meng Xuanhe's martial arts were quite good, but he didn't seriously injure the two of them with such an attack.

But he was only confused for a moment, and then he felt relieved.

After all, Jiarun and Jialang were given by the emperor, so how could Meng Xuanhe dare to touch them too much? Thinking that Meng Xuanhe, who was so arrogant in front of others, was just a puppet used by the emperor, he suddenly became very excited and greeted him with a smile.

"Your Highness, I have done everything you asked me to do." Lin Zhao handed the dog leash to Meng Xuanhe.

Meng Xuanhe nodded and took the Tibetan mastiff in front of her. Looking at this dark, burly dog, her legs began to tremble. She was bitten by a dog when she was a child and was afraid of dogs. She could only endure it at this time.

"Eunuch Lin, please sit down first. I'll go get some aphrodisiac incense." Meng Xuanhe returned the dog leash to Lin Zhao and turned around silently.

She was following a plan, not running away.

"Aphrodisiac incense? Princess seems to be in a good mood." Lin Zhao didn't notice anything wrong, but asked with interest.

Meng Xuanhe paused as he stepped out of the main hall, praying in his heart that nothing would go wrong.

She had already outlined it with fine ink and a Qi pen, but the paper was just an ordinary piece of art paper.

Everyone in the mansion knew that something big was going to happen tonight, so Nanny Wen had already transferred everyone outside the main hall, and there were no servants on night watch. Only Lin Zhao had a special status, so Meng Xuanhe specially invited him to come and watch.

She walked out of the door and gently closed the main hall. She took out the ordinary magic paper from her sleeve and with a thought, she suspended it in the air.

She put her index and middle fingers together and began to trace the lines on the paper. With each stroke, her face turned paler. After all the lines were traced, the spiritual energy on her fingertips quickly merged into the paper.

The lines began to show a faint golden light. The moment the golden light appeared, the entire piece of paper was burned, but the flame was not red, but a vibrant green color.

The flame dyed the entire piece of paper emerald green, and only when it was fully developed did Meng Xuanhe breathe a sigh of relief.

Become!

She was extremely excited. Her spirit painting skills, which had been stagnant for ten years, finally made some progress in this world. As if being pulled by fate, what she was pursuing was quietly appearing in this world.

The illusion of mind floated in the air. The green light was faint, but it enveloped the entire main hall layer by layer, seeping into every pore of the air and establishing an extremely close connection with Meng Xuan and Ben Xin.

She seemed to be unmotivated in everything on weekdays, but she pursued perfection in the art of drawing spirits. This was the most precious thing her master had left her, and she would cultivate it to perfection.

To calm herself down, she picked up a stick of incense, opened the door and went back into the house, her face calm.

"This fragrance is amazing. I guarantee that tonight will be an unforgettable night." Meng Xuanhe curled the corners of his lips and watched the light smoke shrouded by the illusion technique rise up and slowly fill the entire room.

"It has a subtle and refreshing fragrance. It smells really good." Lin Zhao was completely unaware and just kept talking to himself.

Meng Xuanhe smiled and waited quietly for the illusion to take effect. Lin Zhao felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep before he could react.

"Hurry up." Meng Xuanhe hurriedly winked at Jiarun and Jialang, asking them to proceed as planned.

Jiarun Jialang blushed, but in order to get through this difficult time, he still groaned in shame. Meng Xuanhe was not idle either. Since he had brought the Tibetan Mastiff with him, how could he not make some noise?

Then three voices were heard in the main hall, and under Meng Xuanhe's "command", the voices gradually became louder.

Although there was no one outside the main hall, there were people in other places. The sound was so loud that it was hard for the entire Princess Mansion not to hear it. This time, the servants in the Princess Mansion, who were usually calm, were no longer calm.

Because this time the fun was really too extravagant, even they who were used to it found it hard to accept.

Meng Xuanhe nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the effect she wanted. If anything went wrong with the illusion technique, the servants' mouths would be the best weapon.

Little did they know that this time the noise was so loud that it even disturbed the West Pavilion.