"I don't want to hurt her." Leng Qingfeng sat next to the cold painting screen and said melancholy for a while.

"My brother accepted Shijing's heart, how could it hurt her?" Leng Huaping really didn't understand what Leng Qingfeng was thinking in his head, she hadn't seen through her brother since she was a child.

"The world I handed over to you since I was a child, have you forgotten the situation of the court?" Leng Qingfeng suddenly asked Leng Huaping something else.

"Didn't forget." Leng Huaping didn't know what Leng Qingfeng taught her these things for, but it would be of great benefit to her in the future.

"Since you know, you should understand that today's court is not the Qing official court that my brother wants, nor is it the enlightened and prosperous world that my brother wants." Leng Qingfeng sighed and said: "Since my brother wants to, he has to create with his hands, so how can I do it for the sake of these children's private feelings?" ”

"Why did my brother tell me this, I'm afraid that my brother has already been involved in the party struggle, and he is afraid that something will happen in the future, and it will be a crisis to the point where the time comes, so he rejected her, right?" From Leng Qingfeng's words, Leng Huaping knew Leng Qingfeng's true purpose of rejecting Murong Shijing.

"You know everything?" Leng Qingfeng didn't want to hide it from Leng Huaping, he taught her so much, so naturally she wouldn't understand anything.

"Yes, my brother wants to help the Eighth Prince, right?" The cold painting screen is also going to spread out with the cold breeze, and it will be much easier to do things in the future.

"Yes, now that you know, then you ......"

Leng Huaping knew Leng Qingfeng's intentions, but interrupted him: "Since this is my brother's choice, then I will remove the obstacles on the road ahead for my brother." It's just that Rong Huahua is reminding her brother that some people will not be there if they miss it, some things will be regretted if they don't do it, and some things will never have a chance to say it if they don't say it. ”

Leng Huaping took a long breath: "Brother don't regret refusing Shijing, if my brother can listen to me, it's better to think about it again." ”

Regardless of what Leng Qingfeng had to say, Leng Huaping got up and said: "I still don't want to stay with my brother for too long, so as not to be misunderstood, Huahua will go back to the meditation room first, and she will go back tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Leng Qingfeng was thinking about the words of the cold painting screen, and replied with a super simple answer.

Leng Huaping watched Leng Qingfeng listen to his words, and left with confidence. I followed Hanshan to eat fast, and I was going to go back to my meditation room to rest, but who knew that suddenly a monk came over and said to Leng Huaping: "Sir, our master is invited." ”

Leng Huaping looked at the monk in front of him as one of the four gangsters who were saved by Master Yuyuan from her injury, and knew who the master in his mouth was talking about.

"Got it." Leng Huaping answered, and he left.

Looking at it, Leng Huaping was already convinced that Master Yuyuan had also known her identity, although she didn't know how she found out, but the more people who knew about it, the more she couldn't do it, and she thought that there were some things to speed up.

"Hanshan, you go back first, I'll go to Zhuzhaifang." Leng Huaping said to the cold mountain behind him.

"It's already dark, isn't it good for Childe to go alone?" Hanshan was a little worried.

"It's okay, there won't be anyone on that road, I'm familiar with it. Besides, even if you go with me, you will be driven back, so you might as well stay in your own meditation room and rest. ”