"This is just your one-sided words, if this seat tells the prince of Yongan the original words of you, I am afraid that it will also attract hunting."

Seeing that Leng Huaping did not have a clear attitude, Ye Chuange became nervous: "Your Excellency, I can write it down by myself, so that Your Excellency will have evidence." ”

"That's good." Leng Huaping listened to Ye Chuan Ge's words, and the face under the black cloth smiled, but it was extremely desolate.

Looking at Qiuguang and instructing: "Go and prepare pen and paper." ”

Soon Qiuguang brought pen and paper, and helped Ye Chuan Pavilion up for him to write.

Before writing, Leng Huaping also emphatically said: "I want you to write clearly word by word, especially if you lure Leng Yinping to Yong'an Palace." ”

Faced with the words of the person who controlled his life and death, Ye Chuan Pavilion could only nod his head and agree.

Leng Huaping didn't stare at Ye Chuan Pavilion, and went to the next room that had been booked early in the morning, drinking the small wine on the table, and feeling very sober.

Knowing that Qiuguang came in with several pieces of paper full of words, he stopped drinking, took the paper over, word by word, and looked at it slowly.

It's just that the more he looks at it, the more angry he gets, the more vigorous it becomes, but at this time, Leng Huaping didn't rush over angrily to kill Ye Chuan Pavilion, but calmly instructed Qiu Guang and said, "Don't care about Ye Chuan Pavilion's life or death in the future." ”

"Then do your subordinates still want to guard Ye Chuan Pavilion?" Qiuguang was a little worried and wanted to hold on to the cold painting screen that stood up and swayed.

But Leng Huaping quickly stood up and said: "Guard, catch the killer who killed Ye Chuan Pavilion for me, and imprison him!" ”

Although I don't understand the usefulness of such an arrangement of the cold painting screen, Qiuguang has experienced so much with the cold painting screen, and there is no doubt about it.

Qiuguang sent Leng Huaping to the door of the drunken Linglong, and went back to the upper room to guard Ye Chuan Pavilion, although he was worried about whether Leng Huaping could go back safely, but if he destroyed Leng Huaping's plan, he would be killed.

And he looked at the pace of the cold painting screen, so he went back with peace of mind.

Let's talk about the cold painting screen, the one in his hand that Ye Chuan Ge wrote down by himself, walked in the alley in a trance.

Tears had already soaked her face: "Sister, I must make them kneel and beg you for your grievances." Under the nine springs, you will be safe! ”

Leng Huaping stuffed all the papers in her hands into her breast pocket, wiped away her tears, and found that she had unknowingly walked to Baili Hall. Thinking about the person I saved a few days ago, I knocked on the door.

And this time the door opened quickly, and now in front of the cold painting screen was a strong brain, uninhibited eyes, and a handsome face that showed his handsomeness everywhere.

The sleeves on both sides were rolled up by him to reveal his arms, and the cold painting screen saw the thin scar on his left hand at a glance.

"Childe knocked on the door late at night, is there something urgent?" The man turned sideways and gave Leng Huaping a way in.

"I'm looking for someone." Leng Huaping did not immediately state that he was the man's savior.

"Who is Childe looking for?"

"Doctor of Baili Hall."

"I am."

Leng Huaping glanced at the man, and then realized that he was rolling up his sleeves and making up medicinal herbs.

"I'm Leng Si." Leng Huaping looked at the man and said lightly.

And the man was not surprised and did not speak. A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the cold painting screen for a long time before he spoke: "You saved me that night?" ”

Leng Hua Ping nodded without denial. Then he heard the man say again, "You said that the saving grace must be repaid?" ”