The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

When Xie Lin was blind, his hearing was very good. He heard such a loud noise and his mind was in a mess.

The voices of the two men and Meng Xuanhe's voice came at the same time, leaving him blank for a moment.

"What happened to the princess?" Xie Lin leaned against the door. Outside was his father-in-law who was guarding him. This was the first time he spoke to them.

"What else is there? It's something between men and women. But this time there's an extra man and a extra dog. The princess is really going too far." The eunuch who was guarding him said truthfully and shook his head.

Xie Lin's hands trembled, and he sat back on the bed silently, with a thousand words of disbelief in his heart.

Impossible, the princess would never be that kind of person. Maybe she was in the past, but she is different now.

Although he comforted himself, the real sound coming from afar could not deceive him.

He clearly knew that he would not have any feelings before. He only needed to serve the princess well, so why did he have so many strange thoughts now?

Xie Lin covered his ears desperately, not wanting to listen or think about it. He was afraid that he would go crazy.

It was hard to tell whether he was angry, jealous of Jia Run Jia Lang being able to stay with the princess, or unwilling to believe it. The complex emotions imprisoned him in a cage, strangling Xie Lin's throat invisibly, forcing him to breathe.

That night, some people slept soundly, some were acting, some were ashamed and angry, and some were tortured.

Lin Zhao slept soundly and was unmoved by thunder. After a night of tossing and turning, Meng Xuanhe ordered someone to take him back.

The next day, Lin Zhao sent a letter back to the palace, describing the obscene and absurd scene of the previous night. Of course, this scene was made visible by Meng Xuanhe's magic.

The images are all fake, only the sounds are real.

Meng Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her illusion technique did not go wrong. This was also the first time that her painting spirit technique had made some progress by chance.

Nanny Wen also heard the noise Meng Xuanhe made last night. Meng Xuanhe just said it was a trick to deceive Lin Zhao. Nanny Wen stopped asking questions. No matter what Meng Xuanhe said, she always believed that the princess she raised would not be that kind of person.

This also made Meng Xuanhe feel warm in his heart.

After seeing Meng Xuanhe's debauchery "with his own eyes", Lin Zhao relaxed. Even though he was in the mansion, he no longer watched her day and night.

Meng Xuanhe got a chance to catch his breath and started to get down to work again.

It was a real thing, but in fact, he was just wandering around Bianjing City. Occasionally, he would take Hanxiang and Leyin to the streets to buy things, or he would stay at Chenxiangji to give some advice.

Hanxiang Leyin had been in contact with spices for quite some time, but the incense technique taught by Meng Sangxi was extraordinary. She had been in contact with it since she was young and had a thorough understanding of it. Occasionally, she would be able to enlighten them with a single word.

That morning, she came to the streets of Bianjing City, where countless common people who were struggling to make a living had already set up stalls and shops. The steamers were emitting steam, the aroma of meat buns wafted through, and the atmosphere was full of the world's fireworks.

For the first time, Meng Xuanhe felt that she had found stability in this era, and her heart softened a little. She walked to a steamed bun shop, paid the silver, and was waiting for the hot buns to come out of the pot.

But suddenly there was a noise of commotion coming from the bun shop next door.

"Pah! It's so unlucky to see these two beggars so early in the morning." The owner of the bun shop was a strong man. He knocked the two teenagers to the ground in a few rounds.

A lot of people have gathered on the street, watching the excitement.

"I heard that they were kicked out by the owner of the West Street Inn a few days ago. It seems that they couldn't pay the money." The onlookers talked a lot.

"What do you mean you can't pay? They stole the things first. I was very kind not to report it to the police."

"Oh, they seem to be the two who caused trouble in front of Chenxiangji that day. They are indeed full of lies and thieves."

Meng Xuanhe had not originally intended to join in the fun, but when she was eating the melon, she could no longer hold back. She squeezed in with her thin body, and then she found that it was indeed the boy who had caused trouble that day.

She talked to the people who were watching the fun and found out that the young man who was crying that day was named Song He, and the man in coarse cloth who was the supporting actor was named Yu Liu.

The owner of the steamed bun shop saw that more and more people were coming and felt embarrassed to continue fighting, so he stopped.

But the owner of the West Street Inn intervened and recognized them.

"You owe our inn so much money for so many days, yet you still dare to steal our guests' belongings. If you fail to pay today, I will not let you go." When the owner of the West Street Inn heard that the two of them had been found, he ran across three blocks to come here, bringing a lot of people with him.

Seeing this group of people coming aggressively, the bun shop owner said impatiently: "Get lost, if you want to fight, don't do it in front of my shop."

He quickly drove them away. He was just a bun seller and had no intention of fighting with anyone. Normally, Song He and Yu Liu would just steal two buns, but last night his wife scolded him and he was in a bad mood, so he accidentally knocked someone to the ground.

Although the owner of the bun shop had driven the people away, the crowd of onlookers kept increasing. Seeing that the situation had gotten out of hand, the innkeeper raised his gloomy expression, but for a moment, no one else could see clearly.

But Meng Xuanhe, who had just squeezed in and squeezed to the inner circle, saw it clearly. She frowned slightly, wondering if this shopkeeper was really not a good person?

Song He and Yu Liu had just come to her Chenxiangji to cause trouble. Although she didn't bear grudges, she felt a little disgusted with them. She was not a saint, so she planned to wait and see how the situation developed.

"We didn't steal anything." Song He was already thin due to malnutrition. After being knocked to the ground by the bun shop owner, the West Street shopkeeper ordered his men to kick him a few more times. The kick landed right on his chest, causing him unbearable pain.

But Song He was not afraid of the pain. What he feared most was the cold and indifferent looks of the onlookers. No one believed him, and no one stood up to listen to his explanation.

Don't accuse him without any evidence, before you investigate. If he really did it, he wouldn't deny it, just like he did in front of Chenxiangji.

Thinking of Chenxiangji, a bitter taste suddenly appeared on Song He's lips. He could understand and hate the feeling of being wronged the most. If it weren't for the clever solution of the shopkeeper of Chenxiangji that day, he might have really ruined the shop.

A look of regret welled up in his heart, and he thought that if he could get out of bed today, he would definitely go to the door of Chenxiangji and apologize to the shop owner.

Song He's words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as if no one heard them. Those who watched coldly were all people from Bianjing City. They had heard that Song He and Yu Liu were not from Bianjing City, but had come from Yangzhou after traveling through mountains and rivers.

Bianjing City, as the most prosperous city in Nanmeng, naturally has some contempt and protection for other cities. At this moment, it doesn't matter whether Song He stole anything or not. They will not offend the owner of the West Street Inn for an unknown outsider.

The innkeeper brought some men and beat them up. It was not long after the beginning of spring, and the cold had not yet subsided. The two young men were only wearing thin clothes, and they felt cold and painful all over. Their thin bodies looked stiff and helpless under the onlookers. Their arms and waists were soon covered with bruises.

But no matter how the shopkeeper ordered his men to beat him, Song He always protected Yu Liu and tried his best to let the punches and kicks land on himself.

It seemed that Song He's injury was more serious, with his skin broken and his clothes soaked with blood. But Meng Xuanhe carefully discovered that Yu Liu, who was protected by him, was breathing weakly and with difficulty, and his pale face was bloodless, as if he was in a trance.

Meng Xuanhe is a modern person after all. Even though Song He and Yu Liu had slandered her Chenxiangji, she could not bear to see such a cold-blooded and brutal beating.

She shouted, "Stop!"