The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

She followed Xie Lin back home with a heavy heart. She must have liked Xiao Qi, but she couldn't respond to his feelings. When Xie Lin woke up, she would be the first one to be crushed to ashes.

"Xiao Qi, let's go to the West Pavilion for dinner." Meng Xuanhe said suddenly.

Xie Lin smiled and nodded, seemingly unaware of the strangeness in Meng Xuan's expression.

As soon as the door of the West Pavilion was opened, Xie Lin went in first. Seeing that he was already standing inside, Meng Xuanhe closed the door as fast as she could. The lock that was used to lock Xie Lin was scattered on the side, and she picked it up again.

There was not much time left before Xie Lin was rescued by Yan Qing, and he could not respond to him, so he might as well lock him up as before.

Although this was too cruel for Xiao Qi, she was determined not to allow this feeling to grow any longer.

But she didn't expect that although her movements were fast, Xie Lin's movements were even faster.

He seemed to have noticed what Meng Xuanhe was thinking a long time ago, and before she locked the door, he pulled Meng Xuanhe into the house.

He took the copper lock from her hand and fastened it to the door. However, he locked it from the inside, locking Meng Xuan and him in the room, and the key fell into Xie Lin's hands.

Meng Xuanhe really didn't expect that he wanted to lock up Xiaoqi, but he was locked in the house by him instead.

"You..." Meng Xuanhe, whose thoughts were revealed, felt a little ashamed and annoyed.

"The princess plans to lock up Xiaoqi again." This is an affirmative sentence, not a question.

Faced with Xiaoqi's questioning, Meng Xuanhe was speechless.

"Why don't you let Xiaoqi come to help the princess? Princess, you see, Xiaoqi has been locked up now." Xie Lin still had that gentle and calm smile on his face, his smile had not diminished, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Give me the key." Meng Xuanhe gritted his teeth and tried to snatch the key from him.

Xie Lin stretched out his hand and threw it upwards. He was much taller than Meng Xuanhe. Meng Xuanhe naturally couldn't catch it, but Xie Lin caught it steadily. After trying many times without success, Meng Xuanhe had to give up the idea.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Meng Xuanhe asked him angrily, with his hands on his hips.

"In the past, the princess always accompanied me whenever she wanted to. Xiaoqi doesn't like this feeling. Xiaoqi hopes that the princess will always be by my side. Instead of giving the key to the princess, it is better to let Xiaoqi keep it. This way, the princess can't escape even if she wants to."

Xie Lin seemed to have thought of a good idea, and there was a smile at the corners of his eyes.

Meng Xuanhe tried to reason with him, but Xie Lin refused to give her the key.

"Forget it." So Meng Xuanhe gave up. She slumped on the bed and stared at Xie Lin.

"Why doesn't the princess want to love Xiao Qi a little more?" He murmured to himself, and the smile at the end of his eyes had turned into loneliness. He lowered his eyes and seemed very depressed.

She didn't know how to answer this question, so she just remained silent and didn't talk to him.

"It doesn't matter. Xiaoqi just needs to love the princess more." Xie Lin said with a wry smile, as if he had found the answer and seemed to be relieved.

"Do you understand what love is?" Meng Xuanhe asked back.

He was just poisoned now, and she was the only one around him. She didn't think Xie Lin could understand love now. Meng Xuanhe thought that Xie Lin was more dependent on her now.

He has lost his memory and consciousness, so what is this love? When he is freed from the poison, his heart will belong to Li Chuan alone.

"Xiao Qi understands." Xie Lin spoke slowly, his voice soft but not very convincing.

Meng Xuanhe supported herself with her hands and sat on the bed. Xie Lin walked to her side and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her tightly in his arms. Meng Xuanhe leaned on the man's chest, and the heartbeat coming from inside was hot and strong.

She stretched out her hand, lowered it, and finally clenched it into a fist.

"Xiao Qi, you know I will get angry if you say such things." In the past, Xiao Qi never dared to speak so bluntly, but now he seemed to have changed a lot. Even though he knew that she didn't like to say these things, he still forcefully pulled her into his arms.

"Xiao Qi knows. I won't say it again in the future. It's good that Princess understands." Xiao Qi nodded when he heard it.

Meng Xuanhe felt like he had punched cotton, soft and powerless, but unable to refute.

"Do you still remember the woman who left the palace with us that day?" Meng Xuanhe was talking about Li Chuan.

"I know. She has been to the princess's mansion before." Xie Lin nodded, remembering what happened that night.

"Did you see it?" Meng Xuanhe was a little surprised. She thought she had blocked Xie Lin, but it turned out that he knew it from the beginning.

Xie Lin nodded, which was why he had no worries when he attacked Li Chuan yesterday.

"But I'm hungry now. You can't stop me from going out to eat." This was the first time Meng Xuanhe felt so passive in front of Xie Lin. He had to beg Xie Lin if he wanted to leave the house.

"What do you want to eat?" Xie Lin's eyes were smiling and doting. He finally did what he had always wanted to do.

"Anything is fine." Meng Xuanhe nodded obediently. This was just a cover. She just wanted to escape from Xie Lin as soon as possible.

But how could Xie Lin let her go out so easily? A minute later, Xie Lin was already standing outside the house, while Meng Xuanhe was still locked inside.

He went to the small kitchen and cooked two bowls of noodles himself without using the chef in the mansion.

The steaming noodles exude an enticing aroma, as if a warm spring breeze is blowing on your face, and the thin noodles in the bowl are entangled and snuggled together.

Xie Lin put two bowls of noodles on a plate and took it to the West Pavilion.

Meng Xuanhe was bored and rummaged around in the west pavilion, but there was only the box of things she brought that day. Meng Xuanhe had no intention of playing with those little toys, so she took a storybook to pass the time.

It started to drizzle outside the house again. The sound of dripping rain beside her ears made her feel a little sleepy.

Xie Lin hadn't come back yet, and she had already closed her eyes while lying on the bed. The notebook was spread out over her face, and Meng Xuanhe's even breathing could be heard.

After about two quarters of an hour, Xie Lin finally opened the door with his key and found that the girl on the bed had fallen asleep. Although he didn't want to disturb Meng Xuanhe's sweet dream, she hadn't had dinner yet. Doctor Li Qing said that if you don't have three meals on time, you will suffer from stomach problems like him.

So he reached out and shook Meng Xuanhe.

Meng Xuanhe opened his eyes sleepily and found that Xie Lin had returned. The whole West Pavilion was filled with the aroma of noodles.

"Huh?" Meng Xuanhe got up at the smell, the gloom that was locked in Xie Lin's mind swept away, and he jumped out of bed and came to the table.

"Did you make this?" She was a little surprised. Although it was just an ordinary bowl of noodles, Xie Lin cooked it to perfection. The color, aroma and taste were all good. The appearance of the dish was comparable to Zuixianju.

"Well, Princess, would you like to try it?" Xie Lin said with a gentle smile.

Meng Xuanhe didn't bother to be polite with him and started eating right away. Just looking at the spicy red oil made her drool.

“It’s so spicy.” Meng Xuanhe stuck out his tongue and fanned himself with his hands. It was so spicy.

"Have some water." Xie Lin paid attention to her and handed her a small jar.

Meng Xuanhe was so spicy that he didn't care about anything else and just drank the small jar in one gulp.

After I finished drinking it, I realized something was wrong. It was not water at all, it was clearly wine.

This wine was the peach wine that had been buried in the princess's mansion for two years, and it was brewed by the eldest princess herself. It was originally a fruit wine with a low concentration. But the eldest princess loved drinking wine very much, so the concentration was a bit higher.

It tasted sweet and mellow, with an intoxicating fragrance. Meng Xuanhe felt dizzy, watching Xie Lin's head gradually turn from one to two.

"This isn't... wine, it's clearly... water." Meng Xuanhe spoke unclearly, feeling dizzy. She never drank alcohol, but this little bit of fruit wine was enough to make her fall down.