Leng Huaping went to the study room of Meiluo Courtyard, where Leng Shanshui and Xue personally found valuable qin, chess, calligraphy and paintings for her.

Of course, she may have learned more than the others, and this is where this study is bigger than the others.

Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hop tea, this is the eight elegances she wants to learn.

She knew what the prime minister's purpose was in arranging this! It is hoped that the Prime Minister's Mansion can produce a phoenix, so as to consolidate the position of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Kyoto City, after all, Leng Huaping's grandfather is only the first prime minister of the Leng family, and his foundation in the capital is not very stable.

Leng Huaping helped these items one by one, extremely familiar, and sat in front of the guqin and played a clear tune.

The sound of the piano is melodious, accompanied by the sound of birds in the trees, which makes people feel like they are in the mountains and fields, and there is a rural atmosphere! But it makes people intoxicated by this landscape.

Patches of verdant forests appeared in front of you. At the end of the song, there was applause at the door.

"Brother!" Leng Huaping looked at Leng Qingfeng and walked in with a smile.

"It's a lot of progress, the last time I saw you play, it wasn't out of tune at all!" Leng Qingfeng rubbed Leng Huaping's hair and said jokingly.

"Brother!" Leng Huaping glanced at Leng Qingfeng with disgust, "How can you say that about your sister!" ”

"Alas~" Leng Qingfeng looked at such a cute cold painting screen and couldn't help sighing.

Seeing this, Leng Huaping asked, "Brother, do you have something to say to me?" ”

Leng Qingfeng looked at Leng Huaping's eyes, clear as water, without a trace of filth.

"I'm leaving in the evening and going back to Luhua Academy." Leng Qingfeng said.

Leng Huaping nodded, and said very understandingly: "Brother remember to say hello to my grandfather on my behalf, and also, be careful along the way." ”

"Huahua, I have already discussed with my grandfather, and I don't have to go to the academy at the beginning of June next year." Leng Qingfeng felt powerless because of the sensibility of the cold painting screen.

Originally, the cold painting screen was spoiled by their family, when did they need to say such sensible words.

"Okay, I'll wait for my brother to come back." Leng Huaping's sweet smile made Leng Qingfeng can't help but rub Leng Huaping's hair again.

This seems to be a habitual action, and at the same time, the cold painting screen is also very cooperative for him to rub it.

"Then you practice the piano again, and my brother will go back and clean up the softness."

"Okay."

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In the evening, when Leng Huaping sent away the cold breeze, she saw Silver Candle with a few maids outside her boudoir.

"Miss, this is the title deed and account book that Aunt Cui handed over according to the list." The silver candle urged the maids behind him, and let Leng Huaping see that they were holding a mountain of ledgers in their hands.

Leng Huaping just glanced at it lightly and said, "The desk in the ear room, I'll go over and take a look in a while!" ”

"Miss, it's getting late, why don't you watch it tomorrow!" Silver Candle looked at the cold painting screen and whispered a proposal.

Actually, the silver candle is worried that the cold painting screen can't read the account book at all, and it's not bad to wait for the coma to pass, after all, the current cold painting screen is a little fat! She can't hold it!

Of course, it is impossible for the cold painting screen to know the idea of the silver candle; And she's going to read the books tonight.

In the former Prince's Mansion, there were more account books inside and outside than this, and she was not in a clear manner.

Silver Candle knew that it was useless to say more, so he let the two maids put it in the ear room, and then waited in the ear room for the cold painting screen to check the accounts.

At midnight—

Silver Candle was already sitting on a stool and drowsy, but Leng Huaping was in the dim candlelight, burying his head in checking the accounts.

The wind slowly blew open the window, extinguished the candlelight, and the room suddenly went dark.