"The Ministry of Revenue returned the document on the grounds that the expenditure was unknown." Zhuge Yu looked a little more solemn, "I might have to trouble Sister Lan to go there in person."
Fang Zilan looked confused, "When did Mr. Pei become so unreasonable?"
"Master Pei Xiaoze is of course reasonable, but Duke Guo Guo is not so easy to talk to." Zhuge Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the document in her hand, and advised: "Sister Lan, please read it carefully again. You must not let the people from the Ministry of Household Picking Nothing wrong."
"The Duke of Guo Guo is no longer the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, but he can still stretch his hand so long?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, but still had the patience to read the Chinese document carefully.
The more she looked at it, the more she frowned. "There are a few things here that are really doubtful. I'll have someone check them first. If they're correct, I'll go to the Ministry of Finance in person."
"Okay." Zhuge Yu nodded, then called the subordinate officials to come in and explained the parts that needed to be verified one by one.
Fang Zilan roughly went through the documents on the case, and then assigned them to different people to handle. It was already past noon when the work was completed. She felt hungry in her belly and was about to go out to eat something when she saw Zhuge Yu walking in with lunch.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but sigh, "Ayu, you are so considerate."
Zhuge Yu put the lunch on the table while listening to her sigh: "I thought that the youngest son in the family like A Yu would be treated as a treasure and raised with incomparable wealth. I never thought that he could be so good at taking care of others. "
"Among the Zhuge family in the capital, in my generation, apart from my elder brother, I am the only one." Zhuge Yu looked indifferent, "My elder brothers are away from home, so naturally I can only take care of my grandfather and elders at home. As time goes by, I will get used to it."
Fang Zilan was keenly aware that she might have said something that she shouldn't have said, so she was silent for a moment, and then changed her voice again and said: "Speaking of which, these days when I have been closed down, there is a lot of official work backlogged up and down the government office. I'm afraid I have to be busy. It’s been a while.”
Zhuge Yu didn't say anything, he just looked at her steadily until her hand holding the chopsticks stopped, "A Yu?"
"Sister Lan, do you really want to keep Mo Han in the capital?" Zhuge Yu asked suddenly. Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment and whispered: "That kid Mo Han has always had good ideas, I'm afraid he can't help me."
A flash of astonishment flashed in Zhuge Yu's eyes, "Can't you help me?"
"Yes." Fang Zilan smiled and said helplessly: "He relies on me to pamper him. He has been like this since he was a child. As long as he opens his mouth, I can't do anything to him."
"Since childhood?" Zhuge Yu repeated the word, and Fang Zilan looked a little more nostalgic, "We grew up together since childhood, but unfortunately we got separated later. Now that I find him again, I can't bear to push him away. "
"The land of tigers and wolves is not suitable for a white rabbit to live." Zhuge Yu looked away and said coldly: "If he stays, he will die without a burial place."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan murmured as if to herself: "I'm here, can't I protect him?"
Zhuge Yu glanced at her and shook his head gently, "If you continue to break up, you will suffer." After saying that, he turned and left.
Fang Zilan finished her lunch without any taste, stood up and planned to go for a walk in the courtyard, when she heard reports from subordinate officials that the verification part had been completed.
She checked it again, made sure there was nothing wrong, and left for the Ministry of Finance. The current Minister of Hubu was originally a disciple of the Pei family. He entered the Hubu when he first entered the officialdom. He was promoted by Pei Juqing, Duke of Jui.
Although the Pei family is standing behind the Secretary of the Household Department, he is not rigid and strong. On the contrary, he has a smiling face and is surprisingly easy to talk to. No matter what Fang Zilan says, he nods in agreement, but when the topic comes to the topic, he looks away from him.
After a whole hour, Fang Zilan was so thirsty with him, but he still smiled and handed her tea and water to persuade her not to get angry. His smile was like a friendly lucky cat, which made her lose her temper. Losing his temper, he could only go home in the end.
Zhuge Yu was not surprised to see her return without success, but comforted him: "The Minister of the Ministry of Finance is a smooth man, and it is not easy to deal with him. This matter cannot be rushed, and must be discussed in the long run."
Fang Zilan thought that she really couldn't deal with someone who was as slippery as a loach. He immediately put the documents back and said exhaustedly: "Ayu, I'll be here today. You can let everyone go. I'll think of a solution tomorrow."
Zhuge Yu agreed and after dismissing everyone, he saw Fang Zilan walking out of the government office alone, dragging a long shadow. He thought for a while but didn't catch up after all.
*
After Fang Zilan returned home, she heard A Wan, Mo Han and Deputy General Cao talking and laughing in the front hall, having a happy conversation.
The housekeeper who was following her looked at her gloomy expression and was about to say something to explain, but saw her take a deep breath and stride in.
When the three of them saw Fang Zilan coming in, they all stopped talking. She walked up to Mo Han and said with a gloomy expression: "Mo Han, I will give you seven days at most. After seven days, if you don't come back to Mushan Pass, I will Let Lao Cao personally escort you back."
"Sister Lan, do you want to drive me away?" Mo Han stared blankly at the person in front of her. She said coldly with a straight face: "I have made it very clear to you. You can't stay in the capital."
Mo Han said nothing. A Wan and Vice General Cao looked at each other. They didn't know what to say. They wanted to persuade but didn't dare to.
Fang Zilan's eyes swept across the three of them, and finally fell on Lieutenant General Cao, "Old Cao, go and prepare a greeting card for me. I will go to the Duke Jui's house to visit him the next day."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Vice General Cao could speak, Awan couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing at Pei's house?"
"Of course I have something to discuss with Duke Jui." Fang Zilan's expression softened a little and her voice was a little tired, "I'm tired and have to go back to my room to rest. Old Cao, don't forget to prepare a greeting card for me."
"Okay." Vice General Cao agreed. She said nothing more, turned and left the front hall, and went back to her room to rest.
Fang Zilan woke up very early the next day, had a hasty breakfast, and went directly to the government office. After sorting out the documents again, he sent someone to the Ministry of Finance, but as expected, they were returned intact.
On the third day, Fang Zilan went to Duke Jui's mansion, but was rejected. The servant at the house said that Duke Guo Guo was ill and had to take leave for several days in a row, let alone see guests.
Fang Zilan secretly made some inquiries and discovered that Pei Juqing fell ill on the second day after her government documents were sent to the Ministry of Household Affairs. After that, the documents were returned by the Ministry of Household Affairs and were delayed until her reinstatement.
She was puzzled. Logically speaking, Pei Juanqing had been in official circles for many years, so there was no need to embarrass her over such a matter. What's more, it's a time when money is needed when everything in the southeast is waiting to be revitalized. Li Shengxuan is also very concerned about it. If Pei Juiqing instructs the Ministry of Household Affairs to do nothing at this time, isn't he afraid of getting into trouble? Could it be that Pei Juqing is really sick?
However, no matter how she thought about it, the Ministry of Revenue remained unmoved. After two days of delay, she finally accepted the document, but there was still no follow-up.
While she was waiting for news from the Ministry of Revenue, she was holding on to the days to prepare for Deputy General Cao to send Mo Han back. Who would have thought that neither of them would have waited, but instead they would have heard the news that the Miluo people were raising troops to invade.
