In the private room.

Lin Fan put away the rune paper.

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

Qin Luan called for money and asked her to fetch some more water and boil a new pot.

Lin Fan swallowed back all the words of farewell naturally.

He wanted to sit for a while, but he lost his business and didn't know where to speak.

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

You can't go back and wait for the emperor to give him a chance, right?

Fortunately, Qin Luan didn't care whether the people in the same room spoke or not, her attention fell on the ornaments that she hadn't finished reading before, and she was relishing.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and did not disturb Qin Luan's concentration.

When the hot water is brought and poured into the teapot, the fragrance of the tea that has faded is once again stimulated.

Qin Luan added a good tea, smelled it, and nodded with satisfaction.

It is worthy of Wending Xiangjun's shop, the tea used is really good, and the dim sum is also very good.

Although the shop is small, it is very particular on the inside.

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

Lin Fan took the tea and thanked him, and then he took advantage of the paperweight that Qin Luan had just watched to provoke the topic.

It is always possible to say to her what she likes, and she can't go wrong.

Xu has more thoughts in his heart, and talking about some idle things at this time is not at all as natural as when he was in Qin Luan's house before.

Obviously, it was bright outside, and the private room of the shop was much brighter than the girl's boudoir, but because of the joy in my heart, I even had a bit of a tentative taste when I was looking for a topic.

Rao was like this, and soon, unconsciously, his heart gradually calmed down.

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

Qin Luan told interesting stories about when she first learned to draw talismans, and Lin Fan talked about the scene when he was enlightened when he was a child and studied ink for his father.

When I came back to my senses, the tea at hand was cold again.

Lin Fan also realized that he was taken away by those old things.

He really enjoyed talking to Qin Luan.

No matter what the topic is, he'll be completely relaxed.

Even my aunt made fun of Lin Fan, talking to him, and accidentally caught the way, I don't know what melon I will touch by Shunteng.

And that kind of Shun Teng, isn't it that Lin Fan took a lot of thought in the process of listening?

In this way, even such a simple thing as "listening" makes people have to deal with it with all their hearts.

Those, and talking to Qin Luan, are completely different.

He doesn't take precautions, and he doesn't want to catch any clues, he just listens and talks.

It's real, and belongs to the pleasure of listening.

No calming spice can compare to it.

Until this pot of tea was too cold to drink, Lin Fan was still unsatisfied, and he had to get up and say goodbye.

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

I went downstairs, through the wooden door, and into the back house.

Liu Gong came out when he heard the sound and asked, "Grandpa Guo is leaving?" Is Miss Qin still there? ”

Lin Fan's head bowed: "When I came down, she was about to leave." ”

"Then I'll hurry." After Liu Gong finished speaking, he trotted to the front with the booklet.

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

"Uncle, she ......" Fang Tian rushed to say, reason caught up with his mouth, and changed his mouth stiffly, "Uncle, she wants to enter some paper and ink used by the Taoist family, and she wants to ask Miss Qin for advice." ”

Lin Fan's head bowed: "I see." ”

Fang Tian turned his back and covered his mouth.

Fortunately, he didn't rush out of the mouth of "Uncle and mother-in-law went to please the future Duchess of the Kingdom".

No matter how disgusted he is, his aunt is also his aunt, and he has to maintain his uncle's impression in front of their father.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian couldn't help but quietly observe Lin Fan's expression again, and asked tentatively, "Master, it's okay." ”

"That's right," Lin Fan said, "I'll deal with that Taoist priest like this tomorrow." ”

Fang Tian nodded again and again.

Look.

What did he say?

Ye is just doing serious things!

The master walks right, stands upright, in short, "upright"!

My aunt is just worrying, women of this age have the habit of messing around with mandarin ducks, and everyone is a godsend.

He must not be led astray by his aunt.

Following.

When the next dynasty returned to the red-clothed guard yamen, Lin Fan took the Taoist priest out of the cell.

The dungeon is cold, and after being closed for these days, the Taoist priest has long lost the spirit he had when he was first arrested, and the whole person is sick.

Feng Jing suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "The person who came to mention this demon has arrived." ”

Lin Fan asked with his eyes.

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

Lin Fan laughed.

He knew why Feng Jing was so angry.

Feng Jing knew that the situation that day was Deng Guoshi's troublemaker, and the emperor was going to hand over the Taoist priest to Deng Guoshi for interrogation, what could this be tried?

Moreover, the emperor has already ordered, how can the red-clothed guards hold on to people? I will definitely send people to Deng Guoshi today.

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

The emperor doesn't care so much, there is no doubt that it must be Deng Guoshi who slandered the emperor.

It is true that Huang Guard and Lin Fan have a very close personal relationship, but in official affairs, one side represents the imperial front and the other side represents the Red Guard.

Feng Jing calmed down and asked, "Then hand over the person?" ”

Lin Fan smiled: "Let Huang Yi wait a little longer, I have to ask two more questions." ”

Feng Jing responded and withdrew to inform the three guards.

They all do things from the bottom, and each has its own difficulties, so Feng Jing said: "It's going to take a while, why don't you go and sit next door for a while?" On a cold day, drink some hot tea to warm up. ”

The other two smiled and said "yes" and went next door.

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

Feng Jing asked Lin Fan to invite Huang Yi.

As soon as Huang Yi walked into the room, he saw Lin Fan standing against the table, looking condescendingly at the Taoist priest with a hippie smile.

When he knew that he would be sent to Deng Guoshi, the demon Dao was too happy.

"Ahem," the Taoist priest choked when he opened his mouth, but he didn't want to make him laugh at Lin Fan, "Commander, it's been a hard work, it doesn't seem to matter whether the poor Dao is a spy or not." ”

Huang Yi was walking in front of the emperor, how could he not know what Deng Guoshi was like?

Hearing this, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

He didn't have to think about it to know that the demon path sitting on the ground was inseparable from Deng Guoshi.

The demonic spirit of the same lineage!

Lin Fan ignored his provocation and took out the talisman paper from the purse on his waist.

I pinched it in my hand and shook it, and quickly lit the fire fold.

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

Lin Fanchong raised his chin to Huang Yi and said, "Don't just watch the show, take a hand, suppress this spy for me, and I will pour this bowl of things into him without leaking." ”

Huang Yiqi said: "What is it?" ”

At the same time, the Taoist priests screamed in unison: "What is it? What are you going to give me a drink? ”