The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Three points of the world are moonlit nights, and two points are rogues. Yangzhou.

"Isn't Yangzhou too far from Bianjing City?" Meng Xuanhe raised his thoughts, making Yan Liujing a little hesitant.

The closest cities to Bianjing are Lin'an and Jinling, which are both prosperous commercial areas and are good choices. Although Yangzhou has the best port and prosperous trade in the world, it is a bit too far from Bianjing in terms of distance.

"Yongtong Canal, the Yangzhou waterway, not only connects Lin'an and Jinling in Nanmeng, but also trades with Beiliang. Our sights cannot be limited to Nanmeng. If we really want to become a world-famous big shop, we have to go to Yangzhou to practice."

Meng Xuanhe pursed her lips and smiled, expressing her own opinion, but she didn't think so in her heart.

Far from Bianjing? That's great. In the future, Xie Lin will send troops from Beiliang all the way to the capital Bianjing, and the surrounding Lin'an and Jinling will be affected by the war.

Only Yangzhou had a prosperous economy and close trade with Beiliang, so Xie Lin had never moved the city.

It seems that Yangzhou is a safe house tailor-made for her. What's more, if Xie Lin really finds out here, she can escape by water and run to Beiliang at any time.

Meng Xuanhe already had a plan in mind, but she was unfamiliar with Yangzhou, so she could only ask if the Duke of Yan's Mansion had any connections in Yangzhou.

"Well, it just so happens that my Duke Yan's Mansion has several businesses in Yangzhou. Although the profits are not very good, I still have a few acquaintances there." Yan Liujing thought about it and felt that what Meng Xuanhe said was right.

She has been relying on Madam Song to develop in Bianjing City, which is not enough to make her progress. If she can really go to Yangzhou for training, it will be a great experience for her.

Meng Xuanhe took paper and pen from the table, ready to draw up a blueprint. But she was ill and didn't want to start writing, so she handed the paper and inkstone to Yan Liujing.

"The name of the restaurant will still be Zuixianju. As for Chenxiangji, I will sell the shop in Bianjing and open it later." Meng Xuanhe thought for a while and said.

"Aren't you going to open more places in Chenxiangji?" Yan Liujing paused while writing and asked her puzzledly.

"No." Meng Xuanhe chuckled. Chenxiangji was the life's work of her and Meng Sangxi. Even though the time and space were different, she wanted to manage it well.

When the issues in Bian Jing were resolved in the future, she would settle down in Yangzhou and concentrate on making incense and improving her spirit painting skills.

After Xie Lin unified the two countries, he first eliminated evil and resolved internal and external troubles before marrying Li Chuan. It would take about a year for her to enjoy the ancient life before she could embark on her journey home.

The future seemed bright again, and Meng Xuan felt much better.

"So, you plan to settle down in Yangzhou in the future? There has never been a case in this dynasty where a princess's mansion was not located in the capital." Yan Liujing was a little surprised.

"Someone has to set a precedent." With Meng Xuanhe holding the script, Yan Liujing's worries were obviously unnecessary.

The two of them discussed for half an hour, and it was already late at night. Yan Liujing yawned sleepily, and her handwriting began to become crooked.

"Go to sleep first." Meng Xuanhe couldn't help laughing and caught her head which was about to fall off, otherwise there would have been a "bang".

"Okay." Yan Liujing stood up and stretched his waist.

The cabinet in the main hall was not empty, and servants usually cleaned it. Meng Xuanhe took her to the cabinet and then returned to bed.

I touched my forehead and found that the fever had subsided a lot. Outside the window, there was a bright moon and stars, and the night was cloudless. I looked forward to another sunny day tomorrow.

The wind gathers and disperses, the clouds roll and disperse, the clear wind and bright moon compose another magnificent scene of Bianliang.

Because of his illness, Meng Xuanhe slept for a whole day, and woke up early the next day, washing and changing clothes in the main hall. Yan Liujing came out of the cabinet, stretching lazily. Judging from his mental state, he slept well.

"You got up so early?" Yan Liujing was a little surprised, but judging from Meng Xuan's rosy complexion, her fever should have subsided.

Meng Xuanhe nodded, and the two of them quickly packed up. After breakfast, they were ready to leave the house. Jiarun Jialang was already waiting in the courtyard.

"Princess, where are you going today?" Jiarun asked casually when he saw her coming.

"Let's go to Chenxiangji." As they were going out more and more frequently, Chenxiangji had prepared clothes and veils. They only needed to go out through the back door and no one would notice them. After all, it was too embarrassing to go through the dog hole every day.

The four of them left the house openly. Jialang and Yan Liujing went to Zuixianju, while Meng Xuanhe followed Jiarun to Chenxiangji.

Recently, she has been troubled by trivial matters and has not been to Chenxiangji for a long time. After entering the house, the elegant fragrance that hit her calmed her restless heart. Because of Xie Lin, Meng Xuanhe did not plan to stay in the princess's mansion.

It seemed like a very wise choice for her to follow Jiarun to Chenxiangji to help and make the perfume herself.

The two of them went into the cabinet and changed their clothes. Meng Xuanhe did not intend to meet the guests, so she did not change her appearance and only wore a veil.

The elegant pavilion that belonged to her had been built, and the hollow carved screen blocked the lush green bamboo outside the window. On the table inside the house were all kinds of incense making tools, and the fine warm sunlight poured in from the wooden window, with wisps of warm fragrance that permeated the air.

Meng Xuanhe first lit the goose pear tent incense she had mixed before, and picked up the ancient book to study. She was not in a hurry to make incense directly, and was always used to reading the book first.

Time passed in a flash. It was almost noon when Jiarun knocked on the door. He brought lunch. As Meng Xuanhe had instructed, a simple meal would be fine. So lunch was just two bowls of wonton soup.

"Is anyone there?" It was noon and Chenxiangji was taking a break when there was a knock on the door. The sound of joints hitting the wooden door made Meng Xuanhe put down his chopsticks.

"Princess, I'll go and take a look." Jiarun stood up and walked out, and then Meng Xuanhe heard a noise.

The noise seemed quite loud, and Meng Xuanhe could not hold back any longer. He picked up the veil on the table and walked out to see what was going on.

As soon as she opened the door of the Accord, she met a strange man.

The man was wearing a dark purple jade brocade robe, which was embroidered with extremely luxurious silver threads. His black hair fell to his waist, as smooth as silk. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were as deep as obsidian, and his raised corners were charming and sparkling, flowing with intoxication and danger.

A hint of seductiveness and cunningness surrounded him, and he was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He seemed to be born with a passionate nature, and even a man would probably feel his heartbeat speed up.

"Why? Our young master came here specially to ask for incense, but your boss refused to even meet him?" The person who spoke was a servant beside the young master. The servant's clothes were fine and valuable, so it seemed that he was of noble origin.

"Our boss is busy and can't see guests." Jiarun said lightly. He knew that the princess did not change her appearance today, so how could he let them see her.

"Jiarun, it's okay." Meng Xuanhe walked slowly from Yage and patted his shoulder.

Jiarun understood what she meant and said nothing more, but looked a little worried.

"I wonder what brings you to Chenxiangji?" Meng Xuanhe looked at the young man in purple and asked.

"You must be Wei Suanla, Madam Wei. You have been very popular recently. It is rumored that you are the best incense maker in Bianjing City." The purple-clothed young man said casually while playing with the jade folding fan in his hand.

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Meng Xuanhe:?

Who is praising me to death?