Chapter 8: Mohist Master



If his daughter was not still by his side, he would have wanted to go back to the palace and arrest those sorcerers for thorough interrogation.

Suppressing his irritable mood, Ying Zheng cast a deep gaze on Zhao Qingrui.

He felt that what his daughter said was true. Ever since he took the elixir, his health had indeed been getting worse.

"Can my body be cured?" Ying Zheng was silent for a while. He wanted to live, live for a long time.

Otherwise, he would not have asked a sorcerer to make elixirs for him, and later he would not have sent Xu Fu to sea to search for immortals.

"Not now, but after a while, I should be able to find a way." Zhao Qingrui shook his head.

Naturally, she also wanted her father to live well. She still wanted to rebel, so how could she do it without her father?

She still believed in her father's ability. If he was not able to earn so much money, when the great cause was accomplished in the future, it would still be up to her father to manage the affairs of the Qin Dynasty.

Ying Zheng didn't know what Zhao Qingrui was planning, he just wanted to survive.

"Really?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Qingrui expectantly.

"Of course, Dad, when have I ever lied to you?" Zhao Qingrui sighed lightly.

The system mall is refreshed every day, and the detoxification potion is refreshed every once in a while. She had never taken it seriously before, but now she wants it urgently.

She thought about the price of the medicine, three thousand points, which was all she had.

No, she must find a way to earn some more points. Without enough points, she would feel uncertain.

The father and daughter chatted for a long time in the yard, and when they came out, the cook had already prepared the food.

When coming to Xianyang, Zhao Qingrui brought her cook along. She couldn't get used to the food of that era, which was all stewed and served with all kinds of weird sauces.

The salt still tastes bitter, and there are no other seasonings.

Ying Zheng was also very satisfied with Zhao Qingrui's cook, and the dishes she cooked tasted even better than those in the palace.

"Qing Rui, how do you cook? It tastes so good." I touched my stomach and felt a little full. I hadn't eaten so comfortably in a long time.

"I taught him myself. When Dad follows me back to Jingshui, I will cook more delicious food for him myself." Zhao Qingrui's eyes turned. Since his father is interested in food, it would be nice to use these delicacies to coax him back.

Ying Zheng's face froze. There were a lot of things waiting to be done in the court every day. How could he have the time to go back to Jingshui Pavilion with his daughter to enjoy himself?

"There are still many things to do in Xianyang. Why don't you stay in Xianyang?"

"Forget it, I'd better stay in Xianyang for a while." Looking at the determination in her father's eyes, although her father was very good to her, she knew that once he made a decision, no one could change it even with ten oxen.

There was still more than a year before the sudden death of the First Emperor, so there was no need to be so anxious.

Liu Changfeng and Zhao Wen were at Jingshui Pavilion, so she had no worries.

Ying Zheng left the courtyard early the next day. There were many things to do in the court, so it was impossible for him to stay in the courtyard all day.

I didn't see my father and Uncle Meng was not there either. I asked the housekeeper and found out that they had left early in the morning.

Zhao Qingrui: ...are you really that busy? Is such a big family business worth all that work?

The things refreshed by the system today were all useless, so I just shut down the system.

I took out the "Heavenly Creations" from the novice gift pack from my backpack and spent ten points to make a copy.

I believe that people from the Mohist school should be very interested in this book.

She found a beautiful gift box from the system. This useless thing was very cheap. With one point, she bought ten boxes, each with a different style and all very exquisite.

After putting the gifts away, Zhao Qingrui took Chunxi out.

"Master, there is a girl outside who says she is here to see you." The steward walked in and said respectfully.

The man put down his tools, his eyes blank. "Looking for me? Who is it? Is it Gongshu Xue again?"

Gongshu Xue was the favored daughter of the Gongshu family and was extremely talented. The two were of similar age and had their own achievements in craftsmanship, so they were often compared.

However, Gongshu Xue was often the loser, and she was not convinced, so she often came to Su Ling to compete with him.

"It's not Miss Gongshu. She looks unfamiliar. She said she has something important to discuss with the master." The steward said respectfully, but he was secretly wondering, could it be that she is in love with the master?

The man stood up and said, "I'll pack up and come over. You take the person to the guest room and treat him well."

Zhao Qingrui sat in the guest room of the Mo family, drinking the tea they brought over, which tasted quite good.

As the footsteps approached, Zhao Qingrui looked up and looked at the man walking out of the door, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Is this the leader of the Mohist school? So young? And so handsome?

He has a slender figure as straight as a benchmark, his black hair is tied up on top of his head with a crown, he has fair skin, a face like a jade, a high nose bridge, and thin lips tightly pursed.

The moon-white robe on his body made his figure look even more upright.

Zhao Qingrui blinked. She had heard from Sheng Guanping that this great man was a man of extraordinary talent.

"Mojia Suling, what's your name, young lady?" Suling looked at Zhao Qingrui, somewhat puzzled.

"My last name is Zhao. I'm sorry for coming to visit you without permission." Zhao Qingrui smiled. This gentleman was so handsome that he didn't look like a tech geek at all.

"It's okay. I wonder what brings Miss Zhao to my Mo family?" Su Ling said in a cold voice.

Zhao Qingrui looked at Su Ling sincerely, "I need a lot of equipment and would like to seek cooperation with the Mohist School. I wonder if you are interested?"

"What kind of equipment do you need?"

"I need a lot of things. This is a gift for the Mohist school. Would you like to take a look, sir? Many of the things in it are what I need." Zhao Qingrui took out The Exploitation of the Works of Nature.

She had her own considerations for taking out this book. Although the Mohist School had declined somewhat, there were still many people in it, and it should be able to contribute a lot of points to her.

Dad's health couldn't wait any longer, so she planned to buy the antidote as soon as the system refreshed it. She would also buy more of the medicine to be prepared if there were any other medicines to strengthen the body.

She believed that with the system, even if her father wanted to live to be 200 years old, it would be possible.

Su Ling took the gift box handed over by Zhao Qingrui. He had never seen the style of the gift box before, and he didn't know what material it was made of. As a technician, he unconsciously wanted to learn more about it.

"What material is this made of?" Su Ling slid his fingertips lightly across the gift box and looked at Zhao Qingrui in confusion.

"This is paper. Books are made of the same material. This kind of paper is used in books." Zhao Qingrui helped him open the paper box and took out the book inside.

"The Exploitation of the Works of Nature?" A slender hand was placed on the book, with distinct knuckles.

Su Ling picked up the book with curiosity in his eyes. This book was much lighter than bamboo slips. He didn't know how the big words "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" were written on the pages, but they were very neat.

Zhao Qingrui stared at Su Ling's hands for several times. These hands would definitely look beautiful if he played the piano.

He opened it carefully, and from being careless at first to being serious, Su Ling closed the book in his hand.

In this short while, he has already realized that this book is a priceless treasure.

"This book is too valuable, please take it back, young lady." Su Ling said seriously.

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