"That lady wants to ......" Xiulan asked inexplicably, and Aunt Cui said directly, "A letter of resignation to the Yongan Palace." ”

"The slave and maid understand." Xiulan quit very sensibly.

At night, the evening breeze caresses. The wind blows in August, and people are sleepy, but the cold screen is full of energy.

She lay on the concubine's floor, letting the silver candle beat her shoulders and rub her back, waiting for the arrival of autumn light.

After being told a few times by the cold painting screen, Qiuguang finally stopped climbing the window, but rolled in from the gate when no one was there.

Seeing this, Leng Huaping said faintly: "I thought it was a cat that rolled in!" ”

Listening to Leng Huaping's somewhat disappointed voice, Qiuguang suddenly felt that he didn't want to stand up, "Miss, my subordinates are not cats and dogs!" ”

Qiuguang said sadly, even though he knew that the words spoken by his young lady were sometimes not so beautiful, but there was no malice!

"I know you're alone!" Leng Huaping stood up and stretched, took the mask from the hand of the silver candle and covered his face, "Let's go!" ”

Qiuguang was helpless, but he still took the cold painting screen and went to the place last night.

Leng Huaping kicked domineeringly towards the crumbling door and came in.

I saw that the four brothers were all lying on the ground and wailing, and at the same time did not forget to touch their buttocks that were beaten by Jing Zhaoyin.

Seeing the arrival of Leng Huaping and Autumn Light, the four of them crawled towards them as if they had seen the dawn of hope.

Pulling the clothes of the cold painting screen, he said: "Big brother, we have already done everything, hurry up and give us two thousand taels of silver." We're going to see a doctor! ”

Qiu Guangqing looked at the four of them indifferently, obviously already knowing what was happening at Dongjiekou. And the wails of these four people are just a small punishment in the eyes of Leng Huaping.

"Okay!" The crisp response of the cold painting screen sounded extremely pleasant to them.

However, Leng Huaping's next words made them feel the chill of the frost of Layue in advance.

"When you die, I'll burn the money to you."

Leng Huaping's ruthless words not only shocked the four brothers, but also caused Qiuguang to look at her in puzzlement.

"Look at what I'm doing, don't do it yet!" Leng Huaping said impatiently.

She is a Shura who has returned from hell, how can she be a kind-hearted person! What's more, they touched her reverse scales, how can she be at ease if she doesn't die?

"But they were punished." Qiuguang frowned and pleaded for them.

Leng Huaping said quietly: "Qiuguang, you are my secret guard!" ”

"Subordinates understood!"

One sentence shows that the relationship between the cold painting screen and the autumn light is master and servant. This also made Qiuguang understand that the person in front of him was by no means a good person.

Listening to their begging for mercy, Qiuguang still took out his dagger and was about to send them to the western sky with a knife, when a small pebble flew outside the window and shook off his dagger.

"What's going on?" Leng Huaping stared vigilantly at the window.

"Someone! Martial arts are stronger than me! Qiuguang also looked at that place with a vigilant face, afraid that he would not be able to protect the cold painting screen.

The door was pushed open, and the already dilapidated gate fell directly to the ground, which made the visitor a little embarrassed.

But after a while, he regained his kind smile and looked at the cold painting screen with his hands folded.

Seeing this coming, Leng Huaping's hands behind his back were tightly clenched, and she called out her address to him: "Monk!" ”