The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"I have a diagram of making incense here. If Madam Wei can make it, you can name your price." The purple-clothed young man winked at the servant, who took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to Meng Xuanhe.

Meng Xuanhe subconsciously pushed her hand away and politely refused: "I'm sorry, sir, my skills are ordinary and I'm afraid I can't make it."

This young man was very generous. If she exposed her identity to a royal relative who knew the princess, she would lose more than she gained. So she made up her mind silently that no matter how high the price he offered, she must refuse it to avoid any trouble.

"Madam Wei, are you willing to talk further?" He was not annoyed by Meng Xuanhe's rejection. The folding fan was suddenly closed, making a crisp sound.

Meng Xuanhe was hesitant, but considering that this man was of great importance, he finally agreed.

When she took him to the elegant pavilion, she kept thinking whether there was such a person among the noble families in Bianjing. But to her disappointment, the search was fruitless, and there was no such person as the purple-robed young master in the plot.

"Madam Wei, why don't you take a look first?" The purple-robed gentleman raised his lips and said lazily. He seemed very confident that Meng Xuanhe would agree to his conditions.

Out of politeness, Meng Xuanhe picked up the album and took a look at it.

This incense is called Qingqu incense, which is a rare and exotic incense. It is mainly made of sandalwood, and there are some spices that Meng Xuanhe has never seen before, such as water rhyme dust, Qingzhi, etc. It does not look like a traditional incense making method.

The scroll did not mention the purpose of the incense, so Meng Xuanhe did not think it was attractive.

The young man in purple smiled faintly, with a determined smile on his lips.

"Madam Wei also practices the art of painting spirits, you should recognize her."

He put his fingers together and waved them lightly. A piece of white paper was suddenly stained with magic words, and then slowly burned into blue.

Green is the color of the East. Wood gives birth to fire, and fire gives birth to cinnabar. The meaning of cinnabar is the same as that of red. All things related to green are derived from cinnabar.

This is how Shuowenjiezi explains the word "qing", but in Meng Xuanhe's eyes, it has a different feeling.

"The fifth level of the art of spiritual painting - Qingdao." Meng Xuanhe murmured. She didn't expect that this uninvited guest had the cultivation level of Qingdao. This was also the first person who practiced spiritual painting that she met in ancient times.

"Madam Wei, have you ever heard of the Green Spirit Technique?" The young man in purple smiled charmingly, and seeing that Meng Xuanhe was interested, he used his ultimate move.

The Green Spirit Art is something that practitioners of magic are extremely eager for, because this painting spirit art can directly improve a person's cultivation. If it is below the Green Road, it can be improved by a large margin, and above the Green Road, it can also be improved a lot.

Meng Xuanhe frowned, then nodded.

"Unfortunately, this Biling technique must be used together with Qingqu incense, and I don't know how to make incense. Madam Wei, how about we make a deal?"

The purple-robed young man's bewitching voice sounded in Meng Xuanhe's ears. Meng Xuanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, considering the feasibility of his words.

"I have three spices here. No matter how many Madam Wei makes, I only want one Qingqu incense. As a reward, I will give you a Bilingshu." The purple-clothed young man saw the hesitation in her eyes and immediately added another dose of strong medicine.

"Okay." Meng Xuanhe finally couldn't resist the temptation of cultivation and agreed to him directly.

The young man in purple smiled faintly, as if he had expected it.

Meng Xuanhe thought that if his cultivation could improve Qingdao, then it would be much easier for him to do things in the future. After all, men are unreliable, and strength and money are the sources of his greatest confidence.

But how could this person be so familiar with the art of drawing spirits, even knowing the rare art of drawing spirits like the Green Spirit Art? And there should be other people who can make the Green Quxiang, so why did they choose her?

"Madam Wei, don't think about things that you shouldn't have." The young man in purple had already seen through her eyes without even raising his head.

The slight coldness in his words made Meng Xuanhe choke. He immediately stopped looking at him, took the spices and started working on it.

This Qingqu incense is apparently a fragrance, but she feels that it is a combination of the art of making incense and the art of painting spirits.

It just so happened that this method was once taught to her by Meng Sangxi, so she was able to make it with ease and without any mistakes.

The incense making process took quite a long time, and the sunset glow gradually spread by the window. The sunset glow that filled the sky was like an unfolding scroll, magnificent and gorgeous.

The purple-robed gentleman quietly leaned back in the rocking chair, admiring Meng Xuanhe's busyness. It seemed that this matter was very interesting, enough to attract his attention.

"I thought I would fail this time, but I was lucky, so these two Qingqu incense grains belong to me." Meng Xuanhe wiped the sweat from his forehead and spread out the three incense grains in his hand.

"Madam Wei said she only wanted one." The young man in purple took two portions of Qingquxiang directly from her hand and nodded as if it was a matter of course.

Meng Xuanhe:?

When did she say that?

"It was the young master who said he only wanted one copy." Meng Xuanhe was so serious for the first time. The fruits of her hard work were snatched away by this man, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"I don't remember it, what can I do? How about this, if Madam Wei can get it from me, I will give it to you." The young man in purple pretended to be very distressed, and then said with sudden enlightenment.

"Forget it." Meng Xuanhe didn't want to argue with him. It was enough for her to have one copy. This man must have been absolutely sure that she couldn't get it if he said that. Why should she waste her energy and let him laugh at her?

"Oh? Madam Wei is so considerate." The young man in purple smiled an enchanting smile, his eyes were like stars, evil and wild.

"Thank you." Meng Xuanhe said with a forced smile.

The young man in purple threw the Bi Ling Shu to Meng Xuanhe casually, and Meng Xuanhe hurried to catch it, fearing that there would be any loss.

The deal had been completed, but he was in no hurry to leave, as if he wanted to say something to Meng Xuanhe.

"Since the young master's business has been settled, please forgive me for not seeing you off." Meng Xuanhe bowed perfunctorily and sent him away.

"Don't worry, Madam Wei is my benefactor." He blinked innocently, as if he couldn't hear Meng Xuanhe's intention to drive him away.

"What do you want to say?" Meng Xuanhe was a little impatient. Chenxiangji was about to close at this time, and listening to him talking nonsense was simply making him work overtime.

Life is hard enough for workers, and working overtime makes them even more miserable.

"I want to ask Madam Wei if you have ever heard of the title of the eldest princess." The purple-robed young man mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally. He appeared nonchalant, but his eyes were constantly observing Meng Xuanhe's expression.

Meng Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

Although she had good psychological quality and acting skills, the panic in her instinctive reaction was still seen by the young man in purple.

"You mean the eldest princess Meng Xuanhe? Everyone in Bianjing knows her, but what does she have to do with me?"

Meng Xuanhe wiped the desk, forced himself to calm down, and spoke calmly.

"I feel that the eldest princess and Madam Wei have many similarities. Could it be a coincidence?" The purple-robed young man smiled faintly, and the corners of his mouth no longer had the flying arc from before.