[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

With the help of Mr. Lin, things went smoothly, and soon, the Capital Museum sent someone to invite them to the ancient book storage room.Inside, all the well-preserved biographies and history books of various dynasties and dynasties are as thin as something, and the pages of the books seem to be wiped out as soon as they are touched, so that Zhuang Ling dare not touch them carelessly, for fear of accidentally messing with them. It's broken, and it's useless to pay for it.

"It's so thin, how do we turn it over?"

"Don't worry, they have dedicated page-turners."

"Oh, that's good." Zhuang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, where's your grandfather? Why isn't he here?"

"He said he was old and couldn't walk, let me handle it by myself. And told me to take you to him for dinner after the matter is over."

"Ah?" Zhuang Ling was frightened at this moment, "Isn't it?! I'm not prepared at all... I haven't chosen a gift, and I haven't dressed well... I, I have time to go back and prepare now?"

Shu Boheng couldn't help laughing seeing his flustered and cute appearance, "Why are you panicking? It's not that he didn't get through the phone."

"Then, can that be the same?" Of course it's different, this is Zhuang Ling's first real "meeting with the parents", or can he not be nervous without a little precaution?Therefore, for a long time, he was in a state of trance.

So much so that Shu Boheng had to shake his hand in front of him, and said with a smile, "I'm back to my senses."

Zhuang Ling woke up in a jerk, "Well, has it started yet?"

"Ah."

At this time, they had already stopped in front of a long and simple solid wood table top. There was nothing on it except a single book, and two professional page-turners stood beside them waiting to turn the pages.

"Is this "The Legend of the Former Liang"?"

"Hmm. "Biography of the Former Liang Dynasty" records the first half of the life of the Liang Dynasty, so it is a rare history book written by the historians of this dynasty."

"No wonder." Before that, Zhuang Ling had always had a question, that is, the Liang Dynasty had not yet been destroyed, so how could there be history books? Now he knows, it turned out to be a division of history.I have to say that Zhuang Ling, the descendant of the "tomb keeper", is really not very competent. He just doesn't know anything about what happened to his ancestors. He doesn't even know that there are two history books in the Liang Dynasty.

"Then what are we going to do now?"

"What's that sentence?" Shu Boheng asked as he sat down on the chair in front of the long table.

"'Those who enter this door must die'." Zhuang Ling blurted out without thinking, and at the same time he felt a deep chill.

"Hmm. Look at this sentence, 'Enter the depth'." Shu Boheng quickly found the first word, "It's the second word in the second column on the second page."

"2?"

"That's right, it's the number '2'. Next, in the sentence 'see here', 'here' is the seventh word in the seventh column on the seventh page."

"7!!!"

"That's right, '7'."

"Heng! You are amazing!"

"..." Shu Boheng enjoyed Zhuang Ling's adoring eyes very much, and smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame deeply.He would not say that in order to quickly find the words in the curse on the spot, he even asked Zhu Yineng to search for several different versions of "The Legend of Qianliang" in the second-hand book market, and studied it over and over again several times.

In the end, they managed to find all six numbers within an hour, and they were "271536".

271536? Apart from not repeating, there is no pattern at all.

"Don't think about it. The matter is settled, let's go, go to grandpa first, and after dinner, we will see if we want to go to the mountain together to solve the matter, or tomorrow. "

"Hmm." Although Zhuang Ling had an intuition that things were going unbelievably smoothly, he still habitually followed Shu Boheng's arrangements.

It's just that when passing by a department store, Zhuang Ling had to get out of the car to buy something. He kept asking Shu Boheng, "What does grandpa like to order? Pens? Snuff bottles? Health care products? Tang suits?"

Shu Boheng shook his head helplessly, "Don't worry, I've prepared it for you, and put it in the trunk."

"Ah? Why didn't you say it earlier... It made me nervous for a long time..."

"You didn't ask." Shu Boheng would not say that he just likes to see Zhuang Ling panicked, like a little hamster, very cute.

"Grandpa doesn't like the things in the department store. What he likes will appear in the auction."

"I see. Grandpa should like those antiques, why didn't I think of that? So what should we do now? You can't prepare them all, right? I have to pick something too."

"If you really want to pick something, I'll take you to Tianchun Road and get some good old tea."

"Well. But I don't know how to pick tea."

"I'll help you."

Tianchundao is a very famous tea chain store in Beijing. It usually only accepts all kinds of high-end people. People like Zhuang Ling just take a look inside when they pass by the store.

In the end, they chose a can of Tieguanyin which costs 10,000+ per catty.

Along the way, Zhuang Ling was very uneasy. He sat in the back seat and kept asking, "Are you sure grandpa really likes such ordinary tea? Don't choose more?"

"..." Shu Boheng rubbed his brows helplessly, "This is the 12th time you have asked me. My dear, your husband is about to get dizzy from your questions."

"Huh? Are you dizzy? Does it matter? Do you want to lie down and take a nap?"

"..." Seeing that Zhuang Ling's focus was off the mark, Shu Boheng wanted to say something else, but seeing Zhuang Ling's anxious look, he silently swallowed the sentence "I'm not really dizzy", and obediently let Zhuang Ling feel dizzy. Ling helped herself to lie down and let herself rest on his lap.

Shu Boheng originally wanted to lie down for a while, but when Zhuang Ling was massaging his temples, he suddenly felt sleepy, and gradually fell asleep, until he slept halfway up the mountain, where Elder Lin lived.

Speaking of which, the villa where Elder Lin lived was not far from Ziyun Mountain. Presumably, he wanted to silently guard the prince's tomb in this way.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Coming? Come in quickly." The old voice came from the sofa in the living room, and Shu Boheng knew that his grandfather must have been sitting here waiting for their arrival very early.

Zhuang Ling stood by the sofa cautiously and greeted Elder Lin, "Hello, Grandpa, I'm Zhuang Ling."

"Xiao Ling! Sit!" Elder Lin opened his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him, "Sit all! Why sit standing up? Xiaoheng, you are not in good health, sit down, sit down quickly."

Only then did Zhuang Ling come to his senses, helped Shu Boheng to sit down on the sofa opposite Lin, and then whispered into his ear, "How do you feel now? Are you still dizzy?"

Shu Boheng also whispered back, "I'm not dizzy anymore."