After time travel, the imperial concubine becomes a celebrity herself

"Wait until Xigu gets better." An Mengyi patted Rong Xigu's head.

Rong Xigu is talented and intelligent, but An Mengyi is not afraid of his studies.

"Do you feel bored at home?" An Mengyi asked.

Rong Xigu shook his head first, then nodded again, "It's fine at home, with my parents with me, but at school, no one is with Xiaopang."

After hearing this, An Mengyi thought about it, and in her memory, she seemed to have a little impression of Rong Xigu's mention of this little chubby, as if he was the friend Rong Xigu made on the first day of school.

"Then how about inviting Xiaopang to have dinner with me some other day." An Mengyi smiled softly.

"Really?" Rong Xigu looked at An Mengyi with a happy face, his eyes were full of light.

"Of course, because I'm Xigu's good friend." An Mengyi said.

Seeing Rong Xigu's happy face, An Mengyi also felt relieved.

Back home, she coaxed Rong Xigu to sleep, An Mengyi was picked up by Rong Jinghao before she returned to her room.

"What are you doing?" An Mengyi struggled.

"I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Rong Jinghao said concisely, and then walked to the room with An Mengyi in his arms.

An Mengyi snorted twice, "When did I ever say I forgive you?"

Rong Jinghao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the two of them had returned to the room at this time, Rong Jinghao put An Mengyi on the bed and looked at her.

"Ran Yi's combination? Huh?" Rong Jinghao said.

It was only then that An Mengyi remembered that after filming with Xiao Yinghou today, someone did indeed name them this group. The point is, it was just a joke, and the other party was a woman.

"You won't even be jealous of women, are you?" An Mengyi glanced at Rong Jinghao.

Rong Jinghao buried his face in her neck, the hot breath he exhaled was like a feather, fluttering on An Mengyi's heart
"No." Rong Jinghao replied, "I'm just simply upset."

In the next second, before An Mengyi could say anything, Rong Jinghao blocked all of her words with kisses.

An Mengyi was so angry that she bit Rong Jinghao, Rong Jinghao let out a low laugh, and her movements became more presumptuous.

The next day was another day when An Mengyi couldn't get up.

But thinking of the company department having a meeting today, she wanted to cry without tears.

"What do you say?" An Mengyi looked at Rong Jinghao with resentful eyes.

Rong Jinghao had already put on his suit and tie at this time, with a cold look and a restrained face.

No matter what, An Mengyi couldn't connect him with the crazy Rong Jinghao last night.

"Let me rub it for you." Rong Jinghao sat beside An Mengyi, and put his big hand on her waist.

An Mengyi turned her face away, looking annoyed.

But I have to say that Rong Jinghao's massage technique is still very good, and it didn't take long before the soreness on his waist became much less.

Then Rong Jinghao carried An Mengyi to the bathroom and changed into clothes.

Until Rong Jinghao carried An Mengyi into the car
An Mengyi looked at the man who did all the work for her to wake up, and suddenly became angry.

"Are you still tired?" As if realizing his mistake, Rong Jinghao came to rub An Mengyi's waist and legs
An Mengyi suddenly felt that she had lost her temper, and lay lazily in Rong Jinghao's arms, "I'm not tired anymore."

When she came to the company, An Mengyi found that the people in the department looked at her a little strangely.

An Mengyi was puzzled, and looked at her outfit today, she was not wearing the wrong clothes.

Su Lele walked over with an ambiguous expression, glanced at An Mengyi, and said, "Mengyi, tell the truth, did you always get too intense last night?"

An Mengyi was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, and hurried to the toilet.

When he saw someone's masterpiece clearly on the neck, his silver teeth were about to be crushed.

Rong Jinghao.

An Mengyi gritted her teeth in her heart.

She didn't expect this man to be so scheming, and the clothes he chose for her were specially low-necked, so that the traces on his neck were fully exposed.

An Mengyi remembered that there was still a silk scarf in her office, so she blushed and came to the office secretly.

She wore a silk scarf, although it was concealed, but An Mengyi had already been seen by most people when she entered the company, so there was a feeling that there was no 300 taels of silver here.

Therefore, they looked at An Mengyi even more ambiguously.

So today An Mengyi couldn't help gnashing her teeth when she thought of Rong Jinghao.

At this moment, Song Sizhe sent a message.

"See you this afternoon, I have made some progress in researching these ancient artifacts."

It was only then that An Mengyi remembered that all the antiquities that had been auctioned before were placed in Song Sizhe's place.

She slapped her head, but she forgot about others for several days.

"Okay." An Mengyi replied.

It just so happens that she has time this afternoon.

In the afternoon, An Mengyi didn't go back with Rong Jinghao, and insisted on going to University A.

Rong Jinghao knew that Song Sizhe was in University A, so with a dark face, he sent An Mengyi to University A.

Song Sizhe was waiting for An Mengyi at the school gate. When An Mengyi got off the car, a smile appeared on his face.

But soon, he met Rong Jinghao's eyes.

Rong Jinghao was sitting in the car, Song Sizhe couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see the white hands on the steering wheel with distinct finger bones, and those sharp eyes.

The eyes of the two people only met in the air for a second before moving away from each other.

Rong Jinghao suddenly remembered the masterpiece he left on An Mengyi's neck, and couldn't help but smile, even his voice was relaxed, "Go, I'll come to you later."

An Mengyi nodded, completely forgetting that the silk scarf she was wearing during the day fell on Rong Jinghao's car.

An Mengyi followed Song Sizhe to the laboratory, and Song Sizhe's desk was covered with antiques.

Song Sizhe picked up one of the vases and said, "I have studied for a long time, and I finally know something."

"What's the matter." An Mengyi's fingers touched the vase, and the delicate lines spread under her hands.

"These ancient relics all came from one person, Li Qingzhao." Song Sizhe answered.

An Mengyi raised her eyes and glanced at Song Sizhe. In this era, she had made up for historical knowledge for a while, but she knew a little about Li Qingzhao.

A famous poetess in history, full of poems and books, full of elegance and elegance, and her husband are both people who like to collect antiques, but their fate is ill-fated. She lost her husband in her early years and lost a lot of antiques on the road when she fled during the war. .

But An Mengyi didn't expect that the batch of ancient relics that she randomly photographed were actually Li Qingzhao's collection.

"Because of this batch of antiquities, I also did some research on Li Qingzhao, and found that most of her collections are from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms to the Song Dynasty, and most of them are calligraphy and paintings."

An Mengyi nodded, her attention was drawn to another landscape painting
She looked at the scenery above, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Later, she was shocked to find that this was the outskirts of the capital where she lived since she was a child in her previous life.

She and her elder brother often sneaked out to play when she was young, but when she grew up and entered the palace, she had no chance.

But An Mengyi still remembered clearly.

"Is this also Li Qingzhao's collection?" An Mengyi asked.

Song Sizhe took a look, "Yes."

An Mengyi took another look at the calligraphy and painting. It was indeed genuine, but there was no record of who made it. On this landscape painting, An Mengyi did not find any clues.

She couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Song Sizhe on the side comforted, "Mengyi, the appearance of these things is enough to prove that the Dayao you mentioned exists, but we just need some evidence."

An Mengyi nodded.

At this time, Song Sizhe was approached by someone outside the door. It was a boy who looked like he was holding a book. He should have come to ask him a question.

An Mengyi said, "Go and do your work first, and I'll take a look later."

Song Sizhe nodded and followed the boy to the next door.

An Mengyi sat in Song Sizhe's seat and took another serious look at these ancient relics.

An Mengyi was sure that apart from that landscape painting, there was nothing else that belonged to Dayao

At this time, the door of the laboratory was suddenly opened. An Mengyi thought it was Song Sizhe who came, but she didn't expect it to be a female voice with a gloomy expression.

An Mengyi still remembered her as Zhong Man.

Last time I spent some effort on myself.

An Mengyi just glanced at Zhong Man indifferently, without saying anything.

Zhong Man walked up to An Mengyi with an expression of displeasure, and said, "Why are you sitting in Brother Song's seat?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?" An Mengyi smiled lightly, with no intention of moving away.

Zhong Man only felt very uncomfortable in his heart. It was that woman a few days ago, and now it is this again.

Zhong Man found that Song Sizhe treated them better than himself.

Especially the woman in front of her, she couldn't match her beauty.

Zhong Man suddenly smiled sarcastically, "You are just trying to cling to Brother Song, that's right, too many people try to get Brother Song's identity."

An Mengyi looked at Zhong Man with the eyes of a fool.

Zhong Man looked around in the laboratory, and when he saw the ancient books on the table, his pupils flickered.

She did remember that Song Sizhe was very precious about this ancient book.

Taking advantage of An Mengyi's inattention, Zhong Man brought the ancient book over.

"what is this."

An Mengyi recognized this ancient book, her expression changed, "Put it down."

Zhong Man sneered, "Why, this isn't yours. If you tell me to let it go, I will let it go? Why?"

An Mengyi's face was cold, she wanted to get up and fetch the ancient books, but Zhong Man avoided it.

Zhong Man frowned and said, "What are you doing? This is Brother Song's most precious thing. Do you know what the consequences will be if it is damaged?"

An Mengyi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, "That ancient book is indeed very important, you put it down and talk about it if you have anything to do."

After finishing speaking, An Mengyi got up from her seat.

With a smug smile on Zhong Man's face, he stepped back and just bumped into a water glass on the table, which fell to Zhong Man's feet.

She was startled, and subconsciously let go of her hand.