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Chapter 172 Young Master, Long San is back
The reason why Chang Qinglong didn't sentence Qiu Hou Wen to beheaded was because the owner of the gambling shop was not a good guy, and Master Li was also involved.

Director Li also paid the price for this, and he was dismissed and investigated.

Xue Yongjun ordered Di Ziyun on the spot to take people to search Master Li's house.

Zheng Qingshan and Song Ruolan were released on the spot, and nothing happened to the Song family.

Song An hugged Song Ruolan who had passed out, and left with a pair of children.

Yu Chonghan and Zheng Qingshan, who was covered in blood and in a panic, followed behind them.

Long San led his men to escort them away.

Xue Yongjun put down his official airs and personally sent them out of the Yamen, with a somewhat respectful attitude during the period.

……

Chu Shuolan was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, holding a hand warmer on her lap with one hand, and a collection of poems in the other.

The sky has darkened, and layers of snowflakes are falling on the ground outside.

Sure enough, as Song Yihuan said, today's weather is not good, I'm afraid it's going to snow, but now it's really snowing.

There was a gap in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes falling outside, the corners of Chu Shuolan's lips curled into a gentle arc.

He caressed the delicate embroidered patterns on the satin surface of the hand warmer on his lap, and a slight smile flashed across his brows and eyes.

Ming En stood in front of the window, stirring the coals in the copper basin on the shelf in the house.

"Son, it's getting late, you should rest."

Chu Shuolan withdrew his gaze from the window, looked down at the poetry collection in his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "No rush."

Ming En knew the young master's decision, and no one could influence it. He thought that it was snowing outside today, so he put a few pieces of coal into the copper basin.

The young master does not rest, so naturally he, a servant, cannot be lazy.

Ming En glanced at the gap left in front of the window, made sure that the soot in the house would not accumulate, and turned to leave the room.

It was not long before he returned again, with the jug in his hand.

Ming En walked to the copper basin burning coal, picked up the iron shelf in the corner not far from the house, put it on the copper basin burning coal, and put the kettle in his hand on it.

Chu Shuolan kept his eyes on the collection of poems in his hand.

Hearing Ming En's movement, he said without raising his head: "Is there any leftover of the Lushan cloud that the teacher sent me a while ago? Take it out and make a cup of tea."

Ming En heard the sound, and immediately responded: "There are some, except for sending some to the master, the young master seldom drinks, and most of them are still untouched, so I will fetch them for the young master."

"Go." With Chu Shuolan's slender fingers, he turned a new page in the poetry anthology.

Ming En trotted out and came back soon, holding a small porcelain pot in her hand.

He came to the kettle on the shelf and fiddled with it very skillfully.

Because the young master loves tea, he seems to like making tea or making tea, so Mingen's craftsmanship is also good.

Making tea is different from brewing tea.

Brewing tea is the process of awakening tea. Brewing again and again, the taste of each brewing is different. It is a process of discovering the beauty of tea, with a special sense of hierarchy.

Brewing tea is the process of refining tea, which fully blooms the characteristics of tea at one time. The taste you get is the whole taste of tea, and the feelings of the two ways of drinking tea are different.

Although Ming En is not proficient in this aspect, her craftsmanship is not bad.

Before the water boiled, Ming En put the prepared tea in and waited for the fragrance of tea to spread in the house.

During this waiting period, Long San returned with a snowstorm.

"My lord, Long San is back."

Ming En stood in front of the window, and saw Long San's figure at a glance.

(End of this chapter)