The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

The people who were beating the two men didn't pay any attention to her words. They were like lifeless machines, whose mission was to beat the two men to death.

Seeing that they ignored him, Meng Xuanhe suddenly realized how important status was in ancient times. Just because Song Heyu Liu was not from Bianjing and he was the shopkeeper in Bianjing, could he be so careless about his life? The government office was not far away, but the beating did not attract any officials at all.

In other words, even if they knew, they would not care and would not stand up for two outsiders.

The more Meng Xuanhe thought about it, the more frightened she felt. If she hadn't traveled through time and space to become the princess, would she have a place to stay in this era? She originally thought that it was just Meng Ziyan and the princess who were being ridiculous, but she didn't expect that this era had become so unbearable.

Under the prosperous city of Bianliang, there was actually a surging current of filth and evil.

"I will pay you back on their behalf for whatever they owe you." Seeing that these people ignored him, Meng Xuanhe decisively turned around and said to the shopkeeper.

Sure enough, when the shopkeeper heard about the benefits, he immediately ordered them to stop what they were doing.

After stopping the beating, Song He looked at Meng Xuanhe in surprise. Meng Xuanhe's makeup had not changed, and he still looked like Wei Suanla. Song He immediately recognized him as the owner of Chenxiangji.

Unexpectedly, when everyone was watching coldly, the one who stood up for him was the owner of Chenxiangji, who he had wronged. As Song He thought about this, the guilt in his heart seemed like a raging fire, burning his internal organs all the time.

"Is this enough?" Meng Xuanhe took out a purse from her sleeve. There were about a dozen taels of silver in it, all the money earned by Chenxiangji in the past few days. As for the extra silver, she really didn't have it.

Seeing Meng Xuanhe throw the money bag to the shopkeeper on West Street, Song He lay on the ground and pulled Meng Xuanhe's skirt with her cold little hands. Meng Xuanhe looked back and understood the emotion in Song He's eyes.

He didn't steal anything from the inn's guests, it was a false accusation, not to mention that he was not worth Meng Xuanhe's money and effort. Meng Xuanhe ignored him, saying that he didn't steal anything at this time was the least effective way to solve the problem.

Seeing that Meng Xuanhe ignored him, Song He's eyes were tinged with loneliness. It turned out that even she didn't believe him. Maybe she only took action because she was beaten so pitifully.

Although Meng Xuanhe was able to use silver to rescue them from the shopkeeper, he was also convicted of stealing.

The shopkeeper opened the money bag Meng Xuan threw to him. The dozen or so taels of silver inside were not much, just enough to cover the inn's daily turnover. But for some reason, he suddenly agreed to release the man.

The amount of silver didn't matter, the key was that he wanted to prove that Song He and Yu Liu had stolen things. He had framed them in the first place, and originally planned to beat them to death to end the matter, so as to appease the anger of the noble who had lost the things.

But since Meng Xuanhe is willing to intervene, let Meng Xuanhe solve the matter. His goal has been achieved.

"Then I'll leave these two thieves to you, my lady. Let's go." The shopkeeper's behavior was indeed beyond Meng Xuanhe's expectations. He took the silver and left with his men.

At this time, there was nothing exciting to watch, so everyone went their separate ways.

Meng Xuanhe helped the two men up and without saying much, took them to Shanrentang to let the doctor look at their injuries.

Song He's injuries looked serious, but they were only external. Yu Liu, on the other hand, looked pale because he had caught a cold in this cold weather.

A cold is not a big deal, and can be cured with careful treatment. But for the poor Song He and Yu Liu, it was an unexpected disaster. They had no money to see a doctor, and the delay made the disease worse.

The high fever was already too high to be relieved. After seeing that Song He was safe and sound, Yu Liu fell into a deep sleep under the treatment of medicine. Before going to bed, he did not forget to look at Meng Xuanhe with gratitude. With his voice unable to make any sound, he could only mouth "I'm sorry" to Meng Xuanhe.

In the clinic, the doctor had already prepared medicine for Song He.

Seeing the doctor coming out with a medicine box, Meng Xuanhe went in, sat on a bamboo stool, and talked with Song He.

"Madam Wei, Song He is sorry for you." Seeing Meng Xuanhe coming in, Song He knelt down on one knee without any hesitation. This kneeling was not only a repentance for the previous mistakes, but also a thank you to Meng Xuanhe for helping him in times of crisis.

"It's not a pleasant feeling to be wronged." Meng Xuanhe helped him up and didn't say anything harsh. But just this one sentence made Song He blush.

"Song He understands the pain of being framed. I was really desperate that day." Song He's brows darkened and he told everything about his life.

He was originally an apprentice of a chef in Yangzhou, and was expelled from Yangzhou because of false accusations, and came to the prosperous holy land in his heart. But this Bianjing city was not what he imagined.

Meng Xuanhe understood in her heart that he was the chef. No wonder she saw a circle of thick calluses on the base of Song He's palm that day.

Without money, he and Yu Liu had a hard time getting through the cold winter. They worked diligently on odd jobs and errands, but things took a turn for the worse when they went to the West Street Inn.

The shopkeeper got greedy and stole the treasures of the guests. As they happened to have no background, he framed them. Not only were they beaten out of the inn, but they also lost their jobs.

Yu Liu happened to catch a cold. Although it was a minor illness, if he kept delaying treatment, it would only cause the disease to recur and leave a root of illness. He was afraid that he would have to live in weakness for the rest of his life.

A hemp rope tends to break at the thinnest part, and misfortune always strikes upon the unfortunate.

Yu Liu grew up with him, and left his hometown because of him. He said he didn't want Yu Liu to be seriously ill, and all this desperate situation made him do the most guilty and regretful thing in his life.

He took on the task from Shao Zhao of Jinxiang Pavilion and framed Chenxiang Ji.

"Madam Wei, please save Yu Liu. Song He doesn't want to see him weak and seriously ill. It was my idea to frame Chen Xiangji. Whether you send me to the authorities or punish me privately, Song He is willing to accept it." Song He kowtowed several times to Meng Xuanhe on the ground in the utmost humility.

Meng Xuanhe was, after all, a good citizen of the 21st century who grew up in the sunshine and spring breeze. Seeing the tragic experiences of the two, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"Get up, I will save him. It's just a matter of some money." Meng Xuanhe helped Song He up, and she couldn't help but doubt herself.

Could it be that the princess has done too many evil things and ruined too many beautiful boys? Why is it that after she came here, she is always asked to rescue some poor beautiful boys?

First there was Xie Lin, then there was Jiarun and Jialang, and now there is Song He and Yu Liu.

But fortunately, it was not a big deal. If she were asked to take care of him as attentively as she did to Xie Lin, it would be absolutely impossible for her to risk her life to find medicine.

But giving them a little money and curing Yu Liu's illness would be just a piece of cake for her.

What Meng Xuanhe was thinking at this moment was that it was better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish. The capital of Bianjing was already in decline, and in the remote city of Nanmeng, far away from the capital, were the people living in dire straits?

Because of the incompetent emperor Meng Ziyan and the absurd and vicious princess, the entire court was in a mess, so how could there be a paradise in the market?

Meng Xuanhe's thoughts drifted far away, and when she was waiting to come back, she had already decided to help Song He and Yu Liuyi.

"My lady, what do you need Song He to do?" Song He was startled, and realized that Meng Xuanhe was going to help them, and he was extremely grateful. But he felt guilty about Chen Xiang Ji, and he was unwilling to let Meng Xuanhe help them for nothing.

"I will pay for your medical treatment, but you will have to walk the road ahead on your own. If you want to, come to Chenxiangji tomorrow and someone will arrange some work for you."

Meng Xuanhe smiled indifferently, and there seemed to be a faint light on his ordinary face, which was like the moon of hope to Song He.