When he came to the Inspection Institute again, Fan Xian had become accustomed to the majestic and ferocious building pressure and turned a blind eye. However, Fan Xian's eyes lit up with the brand new stone tablet standing at the entrance of the Inspection Institute.

The stele had obviously been recently cleaned.

The handwriting on it is clear and has been dyed with wax. The areas that have been worn have been corrected and engraved with great care and conscientiousness, imitating the original handwriting.

It can be said that a lot of hard work was put into it.

The sharp and graceful calligraphy of Ye Qingmei reveals a bit of heroic spirit in its elegance.

Fan Xian seemed to have seen the stunning beauty who guided the country, waved the sky, and danced with joy.

My mother's ideal of universal harmony and no one being noble or inferior is too great, too far away, and too heavy. It requires the continuous efforts of countless generations and the continuous evolution of the times to usher in a peaceful and prosperous age.

Although Fan Xian also cares about the world, he is not as irrational as his mother back then.

If my mother had been half as cruel and cruel as she is now, she wouldn't have died young and died at a young age.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth.

For such a wonderful woman like my mother, I not only admire and respect her, but also have a little disapproval.

Reaching out and touching the stone stele, Fan Xian knew that the repair and maintenance of the stele should have been ordered by Chen Pingping.

But Fan Xian still had a doubt in his heart. For so many years, Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping had allowed this stone tablet, which represented the original intention of the establishment of the Inspection Institute, to lie abandoned and exposed to wind and sun, without paying attention to it.

Nowadays, when Kyoto is in turmoil and a storm is about to come, he is cleaning and repairing this stone tablet at this time. I don’t know what his purpose is?

Is it really as simple as sorting out old things?

Dean Chen doesn’t seem so free lately, right?

This stone tablet may seem simple, but it has some extraordinary special meaning. This is why Fan Xian never came to clean this stone tablet after arriving in Kyoto.

The front door of the inspection institute was already deserted, and it was now ten o'clock in the morning. Not to mention pedestrians, there was not even a guard.

The Inspection Institute has never had to set up gatekeepers.

Showing his Tisi waist badge, Fan Xian had an unimpeded journey straight to the dungeon.

There are many dungeons in the Inspection Institute, which are built layer by layer like an upside-down pagoda.

The further you go down, the more vicious the prisoners are. If they manage to escape alive, they are all ruthless and powerful characters who can bring trouble to others.

Fan Xian knew that Sean was imprisoned at the bottom of this dungeon.

In the dungeon, everything was silent, except for the sound of water flowing from the man-made underground river used to circulate oxygen.

"It seems like you are living well here."

Si Lili, who was arranging his hair, was startled by the sudden sound behind him. He gave Fan Xian a flirtatious look, said nothing, and continued to comb his hair.

"You are going to stay here for a long time, so you have to suffer for a while first."

Si Lili still said nothing.

Fan Xian glanced at the thin bedding, frowned, and said, "It's unbearably cold here at night. I'll have some more bedding brought over later."

"Someone will bring you food and water at regular intervals every day."

Looking at her neatly arranged clothes and combed hair without any stray hair, Fan Xian lamented that no matter what time of year, women are animals that love beauty.

When the manager was handling the case, Chen Pingping sent back an order specifically for Fan Xian to handle it with full authority.

Fan Xian only stayed in the dungeon for a token time, asking Si Lili to write down a few names of Northern Qi spies in Kyoto, and then prepared to leave.

Just as Fan Xian was about to disappear from the dungeon exit, Si Lili finally spoke.

"Will you come to see me again?"

Fan Xian turned around and looked at each other. In her eyes, Fan Xian saw a stubbornness, persistence, and hope that he had never seen before.

After a long time, Fan Xian smiled, said nothing, turned and left.

Fan Xian's figure disappeared from his eyes, and Si Lili's face suddenly turned pale, and he leaned weakly against the darkness of the dungeon.

The comb in his hand fell aside and he ignored it.

"Will do!"

Suddenly, Fan Xian's voice came.

Si Lili's eyes suddenly flashed with a stunning light, and she was full of energy.

Looking down at his clothes, and then at his hair scattered on his shoulders, Si Lili was silent for a while and said to himself:

"A man will die for his confidant, and a woman will look good for her. I am afraid that in your eyes, the way I dress up is a sign of fear of death..."

It was so quiet around her that she could hear her own breathing and heartbeat.

But no one answered her question.

After leaving the inspection institute, Yan Ruohai and Zhu Ge were already waiting here.

It is impossible for them not to know about it, and it is impossible for them not to pay close attention to it.

"Is there any harvest?"

Zhuge took an anxious step forward, looked at Fan Xian, and asked.

He is loyal to the Inspectorate and the Qing Kingdom.

Fan Xian handed him the list in his hand.

Zhu Ge looked at the list, with a satisfied smile on his face, put the list in his arms, and then walked to the dungeon.

Fan Xian stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"If we try again, we will definitely find out a lot of things." With that said, he continued to break in.

"I am fully responsible for Si Lili's case. From now on, no one can interrogate Si Lili for any reason without my permission, and I have promised her to save her life."

Hearing Fan Xian's remarks, Zhuge felt unhappy. "Do you know who she is? She is the spy leader of Northern Qi in Kyoto, and her value is beyond our imagination. Save her life? Who gave you the right?"

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Fan Xian did not give in, looked at Zhuge and said coldly: "Dean!"

Zhuge gritted his teeth.

Although he was now the acting dean of the Institute of Appraisal, he did not dare to blatantly disobey the dean's order. He clenched his fists and glared at Fan Xian as he calmly left.

He looked at Yan Ruohai, who said nothing, turned and left.

After leaving the inspection institute, Fan Xian walked to the candied haws shop while planning his next plan.

Back at Fan Mansion, Fan Xian summoned Lan Yi alone, gave her a bunch of candied haws, and sent her out quietly, coming and going without a trace.

Sitting in the yard, watching Hong Yi practicing swordsmanship on the martial arts stage while eating candied haws, suddenly, the sound of ping ping ping ping ping rang suddenly. Fan Xian turned around and was stunned for a moment. The scene in front of him was really dumbfounding.

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Wang Qinian, carrying his prop box on his back, fell down in the corner again, buttocks upward.

Hearing the sound, Ruoruo, who was meditating in the room, raised the corner of her mouth with a nice curve. At this moment, Ruoruo was cute and cute, with a round face. If Fan Xian saw her, she would pinch her again.

After the last earthen jar was broken, Ruoruo ordered someone to find some more and kept them in their original place.

Ruoruo had specially studied that location, as it was the best place to break in over the wall.

No, Lao Wang fell twice in the same place and in the same posture.
Chapter completed!