The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Meng Xuanhe cursed inwardly. She wanted to be low-key and not attract attention, but she didn't expect that cheap things would not be good.

The horse went crazy and the coachman jumped out of the carriage and ran away.

In desperation, Meng Xuanhe could only choose to save herself. She forced herself to steady herself, climbed out of the carriage, and tried to pull the reins.

But the horse was galloping madly, and her slender hand was scratched by the thick reins, leaving a red mark that oozed blood.

At this moment, Meng Xuanhe had no way to retreat and could only pull the horse harder. How could a horse that was running fast be restricted by the reins, let alone Meng Xuanhe's weak strength? It was all in vain, and the speed didn't even slow down by half a second.

As they got closer to the cliff in the suburbs, Meng Xuanhe threw the reins aside.

She stretched out two fingers and sketched the calming spell in the air. She had never used the spirit drawing spell on a mad animal before, so she didn't know if it would work.

After the outline was completed, the red painting spirit fell on the horse's back. The horse calmed down a little, not as crazy as before.

Meng Xuanhe was just breathing a sigh of relief when the horse started to go crazy again, and it threw the painting magic on its back to the ground. Obviously, her painting magic was not working.

The only person that flashed through Meng Xuan's and Bie Wusun's minds was her master. If her master came back from his travels and found that she was missing, he would definitely be very sad.

She closed her eyes and fell into the cliff with the carriage. The wind whistled in her ears, and she could only feel the noise and the rapid fall.

Later, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

When Meng Xuanhe opened her eyes again, the surroundings were very unfamiliar. She was extremely sensitive to the smell of tranquilizing spells, and when she woke up, she noticed the painting spirit spell burning in the house, and she was inevitably a little surprised.

The ink curtains in the small pavilion were lightly drawn, and many ancient books and classics were piled on the red sandalwood shelves. Famous paintings were hung on the walls, with vigorous and powerful brushstrokes. The furnishings in the room were elegant, and the wisp of ancient sandalwood incense was the finishing touch, floating up and seeming to be there and not there.

Meng Xuanhe stood up and pinched herself first. Fortunately, it still hurt, and she hadn't gone to heaven yet.

She suddenly felt a burning pain in her arms and waist. She lifted her clothes and saw that her body was scratched by branches and stones.

I think it was caused by the carriage falling off the cliff. Fortunately, she did not lose her life.

Meng Xuanhe opened the door and wanted to see where this place was. As expected, she seemed to have been rescued by someone.

This is a quiet place, with a simple and elegant mansion located under a flourishing peach tree. It is evergreen all year round, with cherry blossoms flying everywhere, and even in early spring, just after the severe cold, there are still falling flowers.

Clear streams gurgled, waterfalls fell gently, white as silk. In the distance were vast green mountains, with crimson peach trees standing under white clouds, surrounded by mist. There were many other courtyards in the mountains in the distance, and they were exactly the same as this one.

It feels like being in the fairyland of Penglai.

"You're awake." A pretty girl said softly.

Meng Xuanhe came back to her senses immediately. The person in front of her walked behind her, but she didn't hear any footsteps. Yes, it's true. I don't know what dynasty this is. It's not strange to practice some internal force.

"Was it the girl who saved me?" Meng Xuanhe asked.

"It was our manor master who saved you." The pretty girl shook her head and looked into the distance at the mountains.

It was too far away and Meng Xuanhe couldn't see clearly.

At this time, a person with a clear wind and bright moon came in the air. He was dressed in white, not stained with dust, with black hair flying and tied up, as elegant as a banished immortal. It was as if he was a guide on the lost road, graceful and stunning, and elegant.

"Master Manor Master." The pretty girl bowed and turned away.

"Thank you for saving me, Master." Meng Xuanhe understood and bowed to him.

"My surname is Yi and my given name is Huaizhi. There's no need to be polite, young lady." Yi Huaizhi smiled indifferently. Meng Xuanhe felt in her heart that he was definitely the most gentle and kind-hearted person she had ever met.

"My name is... Wei Suanla." Meng Xuanhe thought about it and made up a story.

Her master said that one should not change his name, nor his surname. She did not want to reveal her identity as a princess, so she just gave the dish a random name.

Defending the spicy and sour lemon chicken, this is not called a name change, it's just called a life creed!

Yi Huaizhi:?

Is this also a personal name?

The corners of his perfect face, as smooth as jade, twitched in an inappropriate way.

"Wei... Madam." As the owner of Sun Moon Villa, Yi Huaizhi had seen all kinds of big scenes. But at this moment, Wei Suanla's name seemed to burn his mouth.

"Master Manor Master, please don't mind. My mother loved to eat spicy and sour lemon chicken feet when she was pregnant with me. Please forgive me." Meng Xuanhe said with a wry smile.

Meng Xuanhe felt a little puzzled. First, the horse was frightened for no reason, and then he was rescued by Yi Huaizhi. Was it too much of a coincidence?

But she didn't show it, but she was slightly wary of Yi Huaizhi in her heart. Being the owner of one of the top three forces in the martial arts world, Meng Xuanhe didn't dare to take it lightly.

She repeated the story of Shanrentang and stated the purpose of her visit.

Yi Huaizhi immediately nodded in understanding: "Follow me."

He brought Meng Xuanhe to the back mountain of the villa, and Meng Xuanhe felt more and more that this was the place where the protagonist in a martial arts novel obtained inheritance. So he touched around and looked around.

In such a dark and remote forest, there should be an old man who can pass on his life's skills to me.

"Madam Wei, just wait for me here." Yi Huaizhi stopped in front of an attic.

"Okay, okay, go ahead." Yi Huaizhi brought Meng Xuanhe back to her senses, and she nodded in understanding.

These underworld forces must have some hidden treasures, and she didn't want to accidentally take a look at them and have her eyes gouged out or something.

While waiting, Meng Xuanhe was playing with pebbles outside the door out of boredom. When Yi Huaizhi came out, he saw Meng Xuanhe looking bored.

"Madam Wei, these are some auxiliary medicines. The acupuncture points have been suppressed for a period of time. If you unblock them hastily, it will hurt the nerves. I can only use mild medicine to regulate it first. I can unblock your brother's acupuncture points when it is almost healed."

Yi Huaizhi handed the medicine and prescription to Meng Xuanhe and gave instructions.

Meng Xuanhe nodded and thanked him: "The owner of the manor is really kind and compassionate. I would like to thank you on behalf of my brother."

"Madam Wei, you don't have to thank me. Suppressing the five senses is a forbidden technique of our Sun Moon Villa. It has been banned for a long time and no one is allowed to practice it. But I didn't expect that someone still learned it secretly. It's because of the failure of Sun Moon Villa to supervise it."

Talking about forbidden techniques, a solemn look flashed across Yi Huaizhi's face. It was obvious that helping Meng Xuanhe was not just a spontaneous act on his part, but a responsibility that Sun Moon Villa had to shoulder.

Meng Xuanhe was moved when he heard this. The golden and silver butterfly Gu was a forbidden technique of Wu Xian, and suppressing vision was a forbidden technique of Sun Moon Villa.

As a princess who never leaves the house, where did Meng Xuanhe get these vicious things and use them on Xie Lin?

"When you fell off the cliff, I was practicing sword at the foot of the cliff. Although I saved you, you also suffered some minor injuries when you fell. It's peaceful and comfortable in Riyue Villa, so why don't you stay for three days to heal your injuries before returning to Beijing." Yi Huaizhi said.

Meng Xuanhe weighed the pros and cons and nodded.

If she returned home now and was harassed by her lovers and her injuries were discovered, it would be difficult for her to explain. It would be a good idea to stay for a few days to heal her injuries.

Seeing that Meng Xuanhe agreed, Yi Huaizhi smiled, sent her back to the pavilion, and personally took her pulse.

A few days passed quickly, and Sun Moon Villa was indeed a good place to relax and unwind. Even Meng Xuanhe slacked off a lot and enjoyed a few days of peace.

The villa had a rich collection of medicinal herbs, not to mention Yi Huaizhi's extraordinary medical skills. In just a few days, Meng Xuanhe's injuries were all healed, and she felt a little emotional.

If she had such medical skills, perhaps Xie Lin's injuries would have healed long ago.

Before leaving, Yi Huaizhi saw her off and after giving her some instructions regarding forbidden techniques, Meng Xuanhe set out on the journey back home.

"Master Manor Master, do you really believe that her name is Wei Suanla?" After Meng Xuanhe walked away, the pretty girl came back to serve Yi Huaizhi.

"Maybe." Yi Huaizhi didn't comment much on the name. He waved his sleeves and disappeared in this world.