Step on a branch

Chapter 163 Her Joy and Admiration

The aroma lingers on the nose.

Qin Luan took a deep breath, seemed to think of something, and smiled softly.

Lin Fan heard it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with his eyes.

"As Yuan said before, the best way to praise desserts is 'not too sweet'," Qin Luan said. "In this case, the same is true for fragrant slices. The best thing is 'not too sweet'."

Lin Fan laughed at the words.

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case.

Not too sweet, not too fragrant, and not too greasy.

Every taste is like this, just right, will linger in the heart.

It's like he likes Qin Luan...

Clearing his throat, Lin Fan brought back his distracted thoughts.

"What talisman were you drawing just now?" he asked.

After hearing this, Qin Luan picked up one and held it in his palm to show Lin Fan: "Be safe."

Lin Fan used his gaze as a pen to draw those lines.

In this way, he is completely a layman, belonging to the kind who can't even understand the excitement.

Even if two different talisman papers were placed in front of his eyes at the same time, he could only pick out the difference between the two without knowing the meaning.

Not to mention, just watch one right now.

Lin Fan asked: "You said before that you draw some safety symbols in daily classes."

According to Qian'er, these are not daily lessons, and they are more difficult to draw than daily lessons.

"Yes," Qin Luan said, "use more effort, please feel at ease."

The master said that apart from some pre-established particularities in drawing talismans, the most important thing is one's own sincerity and self-cultivation.

The depth of the mana on the spell depends on the depth of the person who draws the spell.

Compared with the master's writing and writing, which are done in one go and have powerful mana, Qin Luan needs to calm down if he wants to make the spell more powerful.

Of course, there will be an upper limit for cultivation here.

That's why she said "for peace of mind".

As the battlefield situation changes, no one can guarantee how it will be.

Lin Fan, who went to the battlefield, couldn't do it, Marquis Yongning, who planned the overall situation this time, couldn't do it, and Qin Luan, who stayed in Beijing to watch the follow-up situation, couldn't do it.

All people need to do their best to seek a favorable time, place and people.

What Qin Luan can do for the time being is to draw some talisman papers carefully, that's all.

Turning around, Qin Luan took a long and thin box from the shelf, put the newly drawn talisman paper in it, and handed the box to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan held it in his hand, and from the depth of the box, he could roughly determine the thickness of the talisman paper.

The peace talisman prepared by Qin Luan is really a thick stack.

It is conceivable that she did not know if it was today, but a few days ago, she was preparing.

Not only are they going to be given to him, but some are also prepared for her father.

"Thank you." Lin Fan said.

"One more thing." Qin Luan thought for a while, and took out another envelope, "I just received it during the day."

Lin Fan put down the wooden box for now, took the envelope, turned it over and saw that it was signed "Hui Xin".

This is a letter from Tianyi Guanli.

The letter is a thin piece of paper, and the first half of the paragraph basically explains the situation in the temple, only in the second half, there are two sentences that mention Mrs. Jing Ning.

Perhaps, Hui Xin also knows that writing letters is not as good as talking face to face, she writes very simply.

Just to mention, Mrs. Jing Ning's condition has improved recently, and her spirits are also very bright. She also asked "When will Ah Luan return to Guanzhong", "I miss it very much".

It was these short two or three sentences that Lin Fan repeated and read many times.

Although, in his 20 years of life, there is only a hasty side between him and his biological mother, but knowing that his mother's condition is getting better is an inexhaustible encouragement for him.

He promised his mother that he would pick her up and accompany her.

In order for that day to come as soon as possible, he has to work hard.

"I am very relieved that she is watching," Lin Fan said.

Everyone involved in this matter faced a completely different situation.

He went to Feimenguan not only to repel Xiliang people, but also to open up a way for the future; those who stayed in Beijing, be it the eldest princess or other people in the Yongning Houfu, did not open their eyes and close their eyes, eat and drink. One day, waiting for the news, they will face their difficulties; and his biological mother, who lives on Mount Tai, seems to have nothing to do with the world, but in fact, her situation is relatively uncontrollable.

Each has its own difficulty.

Under such circumstances, what makes Lin Fan confident is that they both have something to rely on.

The road is rough and there is no shortage of crutches.

When they move forward separately, they will be concerned, but they don't need to worry too much, and they don't need to look back over and over again, worrying about the rear.

Lin Fan said it very simply, but Qin Luan could understand the meaning.

She smiled and said: "Grandmother has made many arrangements for the situation in Beijing, and she can handle it properly. But for Feimenguan, I think grandfather is very cautious. He is afraid that Taishi Huang will be too harsh and he will not be able to stop it."

"It's hard to say," Lin Fan said, "However, Huang Yi is also going to join the army. For the sake of his grandson, the old grand master will definitely weigh it again and again."

Having said that, Qin Luan burst out laughing.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly with her smile, casting an arc shadow under her eyes.

The smile swept away the coldness, added warmth, and made the people in the dim butter light shine like jade.

Reflected in Lin Fan's eyes, it turned into a heartbeat hidden in his chest.

In the quiet night, only he himself knew how violent the beating of his heart was.

All of a sudden, Lin Fan thought of a lot.

He thought, what my aunt said was right, you can't hide your liking for someone.

Eyes follow, emotions follow, bystanders know it at a glance.

Thinking about it this way, the empress dowager made a mistake, she only called Qin Luan and his aunt that day, if he was there, even if he tried his best to restrain himself, he would be seen in front of the empress dowager.

He also thought of what Yan Shu said, although it was some stupid words, but...

The girl he likes is right in front of him, how can he not have the slightest bit of charming thoughts?
It's just that thoughts of inappropriateness, inappropriateness, irregularity, etc. are being restrained.

Maybe it was the intention of parting that intensified the feeling of longing, or maybe it was the elegant fragrance lingering in the room that stirred people's hearts, Lin Fan looked at Qin Luan quietly, without blinking.

His gaze was speechless, yet filled with too many words.

The deep affection poured out with his eyes, and Qin Luan was caged in it, deep and deep.

At this moment, the heartbeat became more and more obvious.

It is no longer your own, but also the other party's.

Every stroke is so clear and well timed.

The overlapping heartbeats made Lin Fan involuntarily bend his lips, and along with the smile, there was also courage.

He stretched out his hand, clasped Qin Luan's shoulder, and brought her in front of him.

The forehead is against the chest, and the centrifuge is closer.

Amidst the beating of his heart, Qin Luan heard Lin Fan's voice.

"A Luan, it's very abrupt," he said, his voice a little tight, but without hesitation, "but I want to hug you."

Straightforward and frank, just like his heart.

Let all the emotions in her heart surge up uncontrollably.

Among them, Qin Luan knew that the one that surged the most fiercely was her joy and admiration.

　Sprinkling sugar is really time consuming.

　　Today's condition is not good, more and more time-consuming.

　　I've, tried my best to sweeten them, really.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)