Step on a branch

Chapter 70
In the dark night, there was a moment of silence.

Qin Luan pursed her lower lip.

She didn't think much about it when she asked.

Receiving gifts and serving tea are natural ways of hospitality.

At this time, with hindsight, it seems that this is not quite right.

The reason was that it was the first time for her to receive gifts from others at night, so she had no experience.

But Duke Ding was silent, probably because he didn't expect that the person who received the dessert would still want to serve tea...

Subconsciously pursing her lips again, Qin Luan considered opening her mouth.

Lin Fan had good intentions, she had to give the other party a step down no matter what.

When Qin Luan was thinking about it, Lin Fan was also thinking about it - Miss Qin said that, was it a way of greeting, or did she really want to invite him to tea.

Before she could think clearly, Qin Luan pursed her lips and pursed her lips again, showing some hesitation.

Lin Fan couldn't help frowning.

He gave a thank you gift, as if giving Qin Luan something to embarrass him.

While the two were deliberating, Qian'er had figured it out a long time ago, and said with a smile: "Then servants are going to boil the water."

After finishing speaking, the little maid turned around and hurried back to the house.

The door is not closed, once you step in, through the curtain partition, you can see the situation of the second room at a glance.

Qian'er glanced at it, then stopped abruptly.

oops.

It doesn't seem so good.

In the courtyard, Qin Luan couldn't help but curled his lips because Qian'er disrupted the atmosphere of contemplation, and then compared his invitation to Lin Fan.

The guest is the host.

Lin Fan nodded and followed Qin Luan.

Qian'er stood by the door, heard footsteps, turned around, and showed an embarrassed smile: "Gu, girl..."

Qin Luan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Qian Er blinked her eyes, three parts embarrassed, three parts polite, with her hand hanging by her side, and her fingers quietly pointing to each other.

Qin Luan looked along and coughed lightly.

Lin Fan followed suit.

The angle is just right, facing the table in the middle.

There are five-color plates on the side of the table. There are kidney bean cakes, mung bean cakes, lotus flower cakes, etc. that have not been eaten. The table is full of leaf cards that have not been put away.

Lin Fan: ...

Based on his understanding, of course he could have imagined that the so-called foot restraint was for the emperor to see, and Qin Luan would not suffer any grievances at all.

But he was a little surprised to be so carefree.

Qin Luan passed Qian'er, lifted the curtain and went in: "The ones we left just now, I haven't taken care of collecting them yet."

Qian'er nodded hastily: "It's the servant girl's fault."

Not being able to add fuel to the host's embarrassment, Lin Fan suppressed his smile, followed the topic, and chose an angle: "Who will be the poker friend?"

"Ayuan wanted to play, but my aunt refused to let her come. After a quarter of an hour's tug-of-war, Ayuan reluctantly sent a maid, and my aunt borrowed Mammy Wang and added money, which was just enough," Qin said. Luan couldn't help laughing when she said that, "I don't play much, and I rarely had the opportunity to play leaf cards in the audience before. Fortunately, they didn't dare to beat me hard."

Now, Lin Fan couldn't hold back, and chuckled lightly.

Qian'er also laughed: "It's a good thing that the second girl didn't come, she is the best at leaf cards, not to mention that there are no opponents in the mansion, when playing with the girls in other mansions, she always wins a lot of money, and now she doesn't have any opponents." They told her to play cards."

Qin Luan couldn't be happier.

Lin Fan was invited to take a seat, Qian'er went to boil water, Qin Luan took all the tables away.

Lin Fan glanced at the situation in the room.

Except for the uncollected table, the rest of the room is neat and clean, and there are not many things, so it looks simple and concise.

There was a stack of books on the table, Lin Fan had good eyesight, and he could see the top one clearly, with the inscription "The Story of the Lake" on the cover.

This is not a travelogue, but a book about ghost stories published by Jingzhong Bookstore at the beginning of the year.

Lin Fan then asked: "People who practice Taoism also read this?"

"The way is shallow," Qin Luan said, "Look more, it will open your eyes."

Folktales are changing with each passing day.

If you don't know more, she won't know how to deceive people in the future.

Yesterday, Qian'er asked her that there was a talisman that couldn't be moved once it was pasted, why did she lie to her earlier that it was all made up in a book?
This made Qin Luan dumbfounded.

The technique is profound.

No matter how weird the technique is, someone can do it.

But most of the time, liars are in the majority.

But being able to draw the body talisman, that Deng Guoshi has some real skills, he is not a fake Taoist priest who can be deceived.

Lin Fandao: "My mother likes to listen to these ghosts and ghosts on weekdays. She always said, 'There are good ghosts and bad ghosts', 'I like good and good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded'."

Qin Luan smiled.

Who doesn't love good and evil?
Repay grievances directly and repay virtue by virtue.

This is true of people, and so is Tao.

When hot water was available, Qin Luan took some tea leaves and brewed them.

The elegant tea fragrance slowly dissipated, something Lin Fan had never smelled before.

"We only drink this kind of tea," Qin Luan said, "tea trees grow in the mountains, they are picked and roasted, and served with a few stamens from the cliff. It is mainly for calming the mind, and you don't have to worry about falling asleep when you drink it at night."

Lin Fan took the teacup and sipped it lightly: "It's very fragrant."

With tea, refreshments are also indispensable.

Lin Fan opened the food box and said, "There is a dim sum shop next to Shenghua Pavilion, and the taste is not bad. Today, I went to Shenghua Pavilion to pick up something, and asked someone to buy it together."

Qin Luan thanked him.

"It should be me thanking you," Lin Fan finally had the opportunity to say his true intentions, "I entrusted you with a very difficult task, and it is already a surprise to get one or two progresses, so I prepared a thank you gift."

Qin Luan said with a smile: "I also have something to ask the Duke of the country, each has his own request."

Lin Fan didn't answer her words, but said: "I heard from the shop that this pen holder is what you look at most when you are waiting."

The box was opened, and a slender pen holder lay inside, padded with satin.

Qin Luan took a look, she was indeed interested, and said: "Master Guo has a heart."

"As long as you like it." Lin Fan said.

Qin Luan took out the pen holder, put it on the table, and stroked it with his white fingers.

It can be seen that Qin Luan is not talking politely, but really likes it.

Lin Fan's uneasy heart finally let go, and unconsciously, the corners of his lips curled up.

Gift giving should be what you want.

It was not in vain for him to think for so long.

Qin Luan beckoned to Fu Ling.

After returning to the house just now, it went to the couch and collapsed again.

Fu Ling got up and floated to Qin Luan's hand.

Qin Luan lifted it by the waist and hung it on the pen holder.

Fu Ling:?
"I've been paralyzed all day, I really think of myself as a paper-cut villain," Qin Luan laughed, "When I saw this pen holder, I was thinking, I have to let you hang it."

After struggling twice, Fu Ling gave up without getting out.

You can hang it up too.

Lin Fan was eating mung bean cake, watching this person's actions, he almost choked, so he hurriedly got some tea and drank it.

He said, Miss Qin, who practiced Taoism, was not an ordinary girl.

Ordinary girls don't think about hanging up pieces of paper.

Qin Luan laughed and added tea with Lin Fan.

Lin Fanshui looked at the motionless Fu Ling, remembering how it charged straight over last time, and asked curiously, "What kind of spells do your masters practice?"

After asking, I felt wrong again.

"The master's secret technique," Lin Fan said, "I shouldn't have asked."

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