"Grandpa, are you stupid?"

Liu Yichen was shocked and speechless.

"I'm just enjoying it, what's the problem?"

"Grandpa didn't ask you to marry a married man."

Liu Zhenghui glared at Liu Yichen and cursed.

The Liu family is also a big family, so how can a direct descendant be a concubine?

However, Fang Yuan is indeed outstanding. He has such achievements at this age, so it is okay to appreciate him.

Not only to appreciate, but also to look at Fang Yuan with a view of learning, so that he can become even better.

"Oh."

Liu Yichen rolled his eyes and was speechless.

She thought about it, didn't want to stay here, and found an excuse to leave.

"I'm ready to leave too."

"Liu Shangshu, you only have three days, I will come again then."

Fang Yuan also stood up.

Today's goal has been achieved, it's time to leave.

The Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites still need to go there, so we don’t have time to stay here for too long.

"I understand, I'll send you."

Liu Zhenghui stood up and said.

Three days is enough.

If you still can't get it done in three days, then you are incompetent.

Fang Yuan declined Liu Zhenghui's personal gift and left with the others after leaving the hall.

After leaving the Ministry of Punishment, Fang Yuan went to the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites one after another to reconcile with their ministers.

There are no problems in the Ministry of Rites, but there are some bad debts in the Ministry of War, and Hou Junji, the Minister of War, is not here.

Therefore, Fang Yuan and others spent a long time in the Ministry of War, and even after getting off work in the afternoon, they couldn't finish it, so they finally left it until next time.

After leaving the palace, Fang Yuan stretched and got into the carriage and lay down to rest.

I was indeed a little tired today and fell asleep as soon as I got in the car.

After returning to Fang Mansion, Fang Yuan saw Mo Cailing as soon as he got out of the car and was shocked by her.

"Didn't I ask you to show your face less?"

Fang Yuan looked back at the back door and quickly asked someone to close it.

Before leaving for the Criminal Department, Fang Yuan specially asked someone to check who was wanted by the imperial court.

Among them, Mo Cailing's father, Mo Cailing himself, and the ones Fang Yuan saw in Lishan are all on the wanted list, and the portraits are quite similar.

So Fang Yuan was very surprised to see Mo Cailing right at the door. He was worried that she would be recognized and someone would come to Fang Mansion to check.

"I want to ask you to order someone!"

Mo Cailing said sternly.

She approached Du Miaoyan, but Du Miaoyan disagreed.

I had no choice but to find Fang Yuan, so I just blocked the back door and waited for Fang Yuan.

The carriage at the front entrance cannot go in or out, so when you come back by carriage, you have to go back through the back door.

"What?"

Fang Yuan glanced at her and walked toward the backyard.

"I'm going to Lishan to enter Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum and bring out my father's body!"

Mo Cailing said in a deep voice.

My eyes suddenly felt a little moist.

The thought of her father dying inside to protect her made her extremely uncomfortable.

She understood that a dead person could not be resurrected, but at least he had to settle down and take his body out for burial.

"No."

"Lishan is still under the control of the imperial court."

"And I got news that the imperial court once again sent troops to clear out the Bishamon believers and Tang Ling clan's ink on Lishan Mountain."

Fang Yuan refused directly.

The imperial court is looking for Bishamon and Den Ling clan's ink.

Qi Wang, the fifth surname, also issued Jianghu robbery and murder orders against these two forces.

It would be too dangerous for Mo Cailing to go to Lishan Mountain at this time.

"Isn't it?"

"Does your emperor want to be so disgusting?"

Mo Cailing immediately rolled her eyes.

The eyes suddenly lost their color and became dull.

She knew that she was definitely wanted outside at this time.

If you go out at this time, and you are injured, it will be difficult to evade pursuit.

"Oh, you don't have to feel sad."

"When the news is over, I won't stop you if you want to go."

Fang Yuan sighed and comforted.

"It seems like this is the only way it can be."

"Well, can you arrange something for me to do? I want to divert my attention."

Mo Cailing sighed.

Every time she closes her eyes, she thinks of the situation in Qin Shihuang's mausoleum.

My father, classmates, friends, etc. all died inside. It was the nightmare of my life.

"Is your injury okay?"

Fang Yuan looked Mo Cailing up and down.

From the outside, it was obvious that Mo Cailing was injured.

She has changed into clean clothes, wearing red cotton or green clothes.

But Fang Yuan remembered that the doctor said that day that she was seriously injured. Although it was not fatal, it was quite serious.

Will it be overwhelming to find something to do at this time?

"I'm fine, I know my body well."

Mo Cailing shook her head and said firmly.

If she didn't find something to cook, she worried she would go crazy.

"Like this"

"You are also a descendant of the Mohist family. Do you know the art of organization?"

Fang Yuan thought for a while and asked.

"I don't understand."

Mo Cailing shook her head and said.

Although she is also from the Mohist family, she does not understand the art of mechanism.

From the very beginning, the three branches of the Mohist family all knew something about each other.

But as time goes by, as life becomes difficult, you can only make a living by focusing more on the work you are doing.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

"You go to the Mohist Research Institute, live on the tenth floor, and do whatever you want."

Fang Yuan made a decision.

The Mohist Research Institute is remote and no one will check there.

But it can only be on the tenth floor, otherwise it will inevitably be discovered by other staff members and reported.

And with the layout of the tenth floor, it should be no problem to treat Mo Cailing's current psychological scars.
To be continued...