Step on a branch

Chapter 80 The Joy of Listening

In the elegant room.

Lin Fan put away the talisman paper.

After talking about business for so long, the tea was cold.

Qin Luan called Qian'er and told her to fetch some water and boil a pot again.

Lin Fan swallowed all the words of farewell logically.

He naturally wanted to sit for a while longer, but he lost the reason of the business and didn't know where to start.

What's worse, once he got out of this door, he couldn't think of a good reason to throw a note into the east wall again.

You can't just wait for the emperor to give him a chance, can you?
Fortunately, Qin Luan didn't care whether the people in the same room talked or not. Her attention fell on the decorations that she hadn't read before, and she relished them.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, not disturbing Qin Luan's concentration.

When the hot water is delivered and poured into the teapot, the tea fragrance that has faded away will be stimulated again.

Qin Luan refills the tea, smells it, and nods with satisfaction.

It is worthy of being the shop of Mr. Wending Township. The tea used is really good, and the dim sum is also very good.

Although the shop is small, its interior is very particular.

That is to say, the weather has been bad recently, and it is really too cold. After the spring of next year, the business will not be as light as it is now.

Lin Fan took the tea, thanked him, and then started the topic with the paperweight that Qin Luan was looking at just now.

You can never go wrong with telling her what she likes.

Xu Shi had some thoughts in his mind, and now he opened his mouth to talk about some gossip, which was completely different from when he was in Qin Luan's room before.

It was bright outside, and the private room of the shop was much more open and bright than the girl's boudoir, but because of the joy in her heart, even finding a topic seemed a little tentative.

If so, soon, unconsciously, my heart gradually calmed down.

Whether it is a paperweight or an inkstone, the common objects in the study room are also interesting.

Qin Luan told anecdotes about when she first learned how to draw talismans, and Lin Fan talked about the scene when he was enlightened when he was young and studied ink for his father.

When he came back to his senses, the tea in hand was cold again.

Lin Fan also realized belatedly that he was distracted by those old events.

He really liked talking to Qin Luan.

No matter what the topic, he will completely relax.

Even my aunt teased Lin Fan, and when talking to him, she accidentally fell for the right way, and I don't know what kind of melon Shun Teng would touch.

And that kind of Shun Teng, isn't it because Lin Fan spent a lot of thought in the process of listening?
In this way, even something as simple as "listening" has to be dealt with wholeheartedly.

Those are completely different from talking to Qin Luan.

He didn't take precautions, and didn't want to catch any clues, he just listened and talked.

This is true and belongs to the pleasure of listening.

No soothing spice can compare.

Until the pot of tea was too cold to drink, Lin Fan couldn't finish it, so he had to get up and leave.

It's late, it's time to leave.

Go downstairs, pass through the wooden door, and enter the back house.

Mrs. Liu Gong heard the sound and asked, "The Duke is leaving? Is Miss Qin still there?"

Lin Fan nodded: "When I came down, she was about to leave."

"Then I'll catch up." After Liu Gong finished speaking, he trotted to the front with the booklet in his arms.

Lin Fan glanced at Liu Gong's back, and asked Fang Tian, ​​"Is she in a hurry to find Miss Qin?"

"Auntie, she..." Fang Tian blurted out, but reason caught up with him, and changed his words abruptly, "Auntie, she wants to buy some paper and ink used by the Taoist family, and she wants to ask Miss Qin for advice."

Lin Fan nodded: "I see."

Fang Tian turned his back and covered his mouth.

Fortunately, he didn't rush out "Auntie, she's going to curry favor with the future Duke and Madam".

No matter how much he disliked him, his aunt was also his aunt, and he had to maintain the impression of his aunt in front of their grandfather.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian couldn't help observing Lin Fan's expression quietly, and tentatively asked, "Master, it's over."

"Okay," Lin Fan said, "Tomorrow, we will deal with that Taoist priest like this."

Fang Tian nodded repeatedly.

See it.

What is he saying?

Grandpa is doing serious business!

Lord walks upright and stands upright, in short, "upright"!
My aunt is just worrying about it. Women of this age have the habit of messing around with each other. It seems that everyone is a godsend.

He must not be led astray by his aunt.

The next day.

Returning to the Chiyiwei yamen, Lin Fan took the Taoist priest out of the cell.

The dungeon is cold and cold. After being locked up these days, the Taoist priest has long since lost the spirit he had when he was first arrested, and he is very sick.

Feng Jing suppressed his anger, and said: "The person who came to mention this evil way has arrived."

Lin Fan asked with his eyes.

Feng Jing said: "Guard Huang brought two people here."

Lin Fan laughed out loud.

He knew why Feng Jing was so angry.

Feng Jing knew that the situation that day was caused by Deng Guoshi, and the emperor wanted to hand over the Taoist priest to Deng Guoshi for interrogation. What could be found in this trial?

Furthermore, the emperor had already issued an order, so how could the red guards hold him back?I will definitely send people to Deng Guoshi today.

However, this early in the morning, the imperial guards came to pick him up.

The emperor would not care about such details, there is no doubt that Deng Guoshi must be slandering the emperor.

It is true that Huang Shiwei and Lin Fan have a close personal relationship, but in official affairs, one side represents the emperor and the other represents the red guard.

Feng Jing settled his emotions and asked, "Then hand him over?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let Huang Yi wait a little longer, I have to ask a few more questions."

Feng Jing responded and withdrew to inform the three guards.

They are all working under the ground, and each has its own difficulties. Feng Jing said: "It will take a while, why don't you sit next door for a while? It's very cold, drink some hot tea to keep you warm."

The other two smiled and said "OK" and went to the next door.

Huang Yi was familiar with Lin Fan, so he didn't shy away so much, so he asked Feng Jing, "Can I go in and listen to what the commander is asking?"

Feng Jing asked Lin Fan for instructions and came to invite Huang Yi.

As soon as Huang Yi stepped into the room, he saw Lin Fan standing against the table, condescendingly looking down at the smiling Taoist priest.

Knowing that he would be sent to Deng Guoshi, Yao Dao was overjoyed.

"Ahem," the Taoist choked, but it didn't prevent him from laughing at Lin Fan, "Commander, all your hard work has been in vain. It doesn't seem to matter whether the poor Taoist is a spy or not."

Huang Yi walked in front of the imperial court, how could he not know what Deng Guoshi was like?

Upon hearing this, the brows could not help but frown.

He didn't need to think about it carefully to know that sitting on the ground as a monster had something to do with Deng Guoshi.

The demon spirit inherited in one continuous line!

Lin Fan ignored his provocation and took out the talisman paper from his pocket.

He squeezed it in his hand and shook it, then quickly clicked the fire button.

The talisman paper burned, curled up and turned into ashes, and all fell into the prepared bowl, mixed with the melted snow.

Lin Fan raised his chin at Huang Yi, and said, "Don't just watch the show, give me your hand and hold this spy down for me. I'll pour this bowl of food into him without leaking a single drop."

Huang Yiqi asked, "What is it?"

At the same time, the Taoist priests screamed in unison: "What? What do you want me to drink?"

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