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Silver Candle waited for the cold painting screen in the Meiluo courtyard for a long time before seeing the figure of the cold painting screen, and slowly walked in from the door.

"Miss has been gone for a long time, but what's wrong?" Silver Candle's face was a little pale when she looked at the cold painting screen, and poured her a cup of hot water and put it in front of her.

"It's nothing, I'm tired." Leng Huaping said.

"The slave will help you to rest for a while!" Silver Candle thinks that it may be that Zhou Yumingjing's glasses of wine made Leng Huaping a little sleepy!

"Wait." Leng Huaping thought about it, went to the study next door to write a letter, gave it to the silver candle and said, "While my brother hasn't come back yet, you send this letter to the Bingluo Pavilion, find a person named Haifeng, hand it over to him and come back quickly." ”

"But Miss, the Bingluo Pavilion has long been sealed by the emperor!" Silver Candle said.

"You'll see it when you go to the back door of the Bingluo Pavilion, although there aren't many people there during the day, but you have to pay more attention." The cold painting screen is iron-hearted, so that the silver candle can't do it.

It wasn't until the silver candle came back that the cold painting screen had been lying on the bed resting peacefully, and then withdrew without disturbing.

But the sleeping Leng Huaping has been dreaming, because of whether he is Xue Lingling's child or not, he has a strange dream.

In her dreams, she couldn't see the faces of the people standing in front of her, and could only hear her voice. The voice is ethereal, "My child, my child......."

With an echo, four words rang for a long time.

Outside the door, Leng Qingfeng finally came back from the Chu Palace, and when he wanted to come to take a look at Leng Huaping, he was told by Yin Zhu that Leng Huaping had fallen asleep.

Seeing that it was just getting dark, he said to the silver candle, "Huahua goes to bed so early, she must wake up at night, remember to cook the night porridge so that she will not be hungry." ”

"Yes." The silver candle responded, and when he was about to send Leng Qingfeng away, the screams of the cold painting screen suddenly came from the room.

Leng Qingfeng rushed in without saying a word, but saw Leng Huaping sitting on the bed in a cold sweat, panting heavily. Leng Qingfeng hurriedly came to Leng Huaping's side and asked, "Huahua, what's wrong?" ”

"No....... It's okay, I'm having nightmares. Leng Huaping held his forehead, only to find that there was so much cold sweat coming out.

Leng Qingfeng took her hand and comforted her: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, my brother is here!" ”

Leng Huaping pulled out a smile to deal with Leng Qingfeng, but it made Leng Qingfeng feel a little distressed, "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

"Brother is back, is it over over the King of Chu?" Leng Huaping asked.

Leng Qingfeng nodded and said, "It's almost over, in the end, it's the Chu Wangfu, I don't need to take it for so long, after all, my father is still over there!" ”

Leng Huaping nodded, and just before he could say something, he heard the anxious voice of the water waves outside the door, "Young Master, Fourth Miss, Xiangye asked the servant to call you to the hall." ”

"Come in and talk!" Leng Huaping listened to what Shui Bo said and let him in, in the end, it was still through the screen, and there was nothing wrong, "What's going on, so anxious!" ”

"Miss Xingping and the crown prince were sent back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and ...... And ......" the words behind the water wave did not dare to say it.

Leng Huaping glanced at the silver candle, and both of them understood it.

"And what? Slurred, is that what I taught you? Leng Qingfeng was a little dissatisfied, Shui Bo had followed him since he was a child, this was such an ignorant reply to what happened.

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