Yang Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses, touched his nose habitually, and said with a straight face: "I didn't see anything. My stomach hurts to death just now, so why don't you want to look at other things?"
"Really?" The girl looked skeptical: "Well, you, you really didn't see me" The girl really couldn't say those words.
Yang Ling stiffened his neck, and said stiffly: "I really didn't see it. By the way, what's your name? What does it have to do with Grandpa Zhang?"
After hearing Yang Ling's words, the girl looked back and forth at him several times, and finally said a little annoyed: "My name is Zhang Yuyan, what is Grandpa Zhang, that's my own grandpa, huh!"
"Uh." Yang Ling was stunned. It turned out that this girl was Zhang Jinmo's granddaughter. No wonder when I entered this courtyard just now, I always felt that this courtyard was a bit special. Isn't this just his boudoir.
This had to be in ancient times, and now there are two paths in front of him, either marry Zhang Yuyan, or be sunk by the Zhang family.
Well, the first one seems to be a good one, Yang Ling thought about it coquettishly, and a smile couldn't help showing on his face.
Zhang Yuyan looked at Yang Ling curiously, and seeing a lewd smile suddenly appear on his face, she shuddered subconsciously, and asked, "What are you thinking? Why are you smiling so lewdly?"
Yang Ling was speechless for a while, what does it mean to laugh so obscenely? I'm a guest of your Zhang family now, okay?
"I think of happy things."
Zhang Yuyan had an expression of who are you kidding: "What's so happy about it?"
"The National Football Team has won the World Cup."
"roll!"
It was a small episode, but fortunately, the embarrassing atmosphere eased a lot.
Zhang Yuyan also gradually let go of her guard against Yang Ling. Growing up in a prestigious family like the Zhang family, her etiquette tutor was naturally impeccable.
After all, Yang Ling is Grandpa's guest, even if there was some misunderstanding before, but now it makes sense, she has no reason to keep holding on to it, it's meaningless.
Yang Ling smiled and said, "I'll go first, Grandpa Zhang is still waiting for me outside."
"I'll go out with you." Zhang Yuyan said.
Yang Ling naturally had no objection, this place was originally his territory. The two walked side by side, passing through the small garden in front, Yang Ling asked curiously, "What is this small garden for?"
Zhang Yuyan explained: "This is called a garden or not. In ancient times, it was used to grow flowers and plants for those ladies."
Yang Ling was a little curious: "You planted these?"
Zhang Yuyan rolled his eyes at him: "I look like a lady from a family? Why do I plant those things when I'm full?"
Yang Ling touched his nose, and said with a sneer: "You said it yourself just now, I thought you planted these."
It's not Yang Ling's fault, this is the first time he has come to this kind of courtyard house, and he has seen it in TV and movies before, so how could he have the heart to pay attention to it? Filling the stomach is the real thing.
When the two came to the front yard, Zhang Jinmo and Sun Qi were still waiting for Yang Ling. Sun Qi danced and said something, and Zhang Jinmo listened with approval.
Seeing Yang Ling and Zhang Yuyan coming out together, Zhang Jinmo was a little surprised, and said with a smile, "You two knew each other before?"
Zhang Yuyan rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Who knows him?"
But Yang Ling said: "I saw it once on the plane to Beijing."
Zhang Yuyan glared at Yang Ling: "I'm working." Then she turned to Zhang Jinmo and said angrily, "Grandpa, how could you let him go to my garden?"
Zhang Jinmo smiled and said, "Isn't this Yang Ling's inner urgency? It's the closest to your yard, so what's the point of going to the toilet? You child, Yang Ling is a distinguished guest specially invited by Grandpa."
Remembering the previous scene, Yang Ling was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand aside and look at his grandfather and grandson without making a sound.
Zhang Yuyan gave Yang Ling a warning look, turned around beautifully, and took the lead into the backyard.
Zhang Jinmo shook his head with a smile, and said to Yang Ling and Sun Qi: "This girl has been spoiled since she was a child, don't be surprised."
How dare Yang Ling and Sun Qi take offense? Busy said nothing.
Zhang Jinmo asked Yang Ling again: "Did you have a bad time inside just now? This girl is not usually like this."
Yang Ling smiled wryly and briefly described the scene just now, of course hiding the tempting part.
Zhang Jinmo laughed loudly and said: "You young people are really interesting, let's go, let's go in and talk about it."
After entering the backyard, Sun Qi was arranged by Zhang Jinmo to the living room. He was received by Zhang Jinmo, and he took Yang Ling into his study.
When he came to the study, Yang Ling asked curiously, "Grandpa Zhang, what do you want me to do?"
Zhang Jinmo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you something."
Then Yang Ling saw him open a safe and take out a yellow package from it.
The package was tightly wrapped, but the moment Yang Ling saw the package, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart, something seemed to be touched deep in his heart, or there was a burst of energy, wanting to break through some shackles, from the bottom of his heart come out.
Zhang Jinmo put the package on the desk, waved to Yang Ling and said, "Come here, let me show you my baby."
Yang Ling leaned over and watched as Zhang Jinmo carefully opened the yellow package, revealing a large pile of bamboo slips, among which were mixed some dark yellow kraft paper.
Yang Ling's heart was beating very fast suddenly, and at the same time, the corners of his eyes were twitching non-stop. Deep in his heart, a strong sense of familiarity surged up, almost making Yang Ling unable to control himself, and wanted to pounce on the bamboo slips on the desk.
"This is?"
Zhang Jinmo smiled and said: "The family heirloom of the Zhang family, Shennong's Herbal Classic."
"What?" Yang Ling couldn't help but exclaimed, no wonder he felt it, no wonder he was so familiar deep in his heart.
Zhang Jinmo was very satisfied with Yang Ling's reaction, nodded and said: "This is the original copy of Shennong's Herbal Classic. It was obtained by the ancestors of the Zhang family from a local master during the Sui Dynasty. It has been handed down to this day. It is the foundation of the Zhang family. I saw that the medicine you used and the elixir you refined in the Prime Minister's Office were very similar to Shennong's lineage, so I thought of calling you over to ask if there is any connection between them."
Yang Ling raised his head and looked at Zhang Jinmo in shock.
How could he not be familiar with it? His inheritance comes from the Shennong clan!
"Ican I have a look at those bamboo slips?" Yang Ling's voice was trembling slightly.
"Of course." Zhang Jinmo said with a smile: "If you don't understand the bamboo slips, you can take a look at those kraft papers. The ancestors of the Zhang family spent a lot of effort on digging them down from the bamboo slips and then translated them. It is not the same as the Shennong that is circulated in the world today. Materia Medica, there is a difference between heaven and earth."
Yang Ling closed his eyes, reached out and gently stroked the bamboo slips, feeling with his heart.
The moment he touched the bamboo slips, a thunderstorm flashed in his mind, and then he saw an old man leading his people through the mountains, and every time he saw a herb, he would explain in detail what its function was, poisonous non-toxic.
Zhang Jinmo looked at Yang Ling quietly, and found that Yang Ling's body was shaking slightly, and the smile on his face became wider. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com