Hanzi studied those bookmarks seriously and truly for a long time, but could not see why, so he had to give up, throw the book on the desk and stretch out a lazy waist to dispel the body's sleepiness and the depression in his heart.

Hanzi was disappointed with the three books in the box he had been begging for years. He thought, "The books he had been thinking about for years are just three books. It's really boring and tight." Put the books back in the wooden box and read other books for yourself.

In the next two days, Hanzi repeatedly read the three ancient books in the wooden box, especially Sun Simiao Qianjin Fang, which aroused his interest. There are many differences between this ancient book and the models circulated in the society, many of which are solitary ones he has never seen before. So he began to study the prescriptions.

As for the book of Emperor Huangdi's Emperor's Sutra for Women, he read it once and then discarded it and ignored it. "Pingyang Luolong" he saw several times can not understand, especially the number on the bookmark, make him the first two big, the more confused read, and finally simply give up.

took the book Pingyang Luolong to ask Grandpa, who knows that Lu Lingyi did not know what the mystery was. He just said that he found it in a remote town when he was traveling in the clouds. When he saw it, he found it interesting and bought it for fifty cents. He turned it over several times and found it very boring. He threw it into the wooden box and never looked over again. The reason why it is regarded as a treasure is that the book is a small seal font. From his experience, it is indeed an ancient book. The ancient books with small seal font are very few in the world. Whether this book has research value or not, it belongs to a rare antique.

The old man looked at his grandson strangely and asked with a laugh, "Hanzi, have you seen the Yellow Emperor's Emperor's Queen's Sutra?"

Hanzi's little face turned red and some of his embarrassment answered, "Turn it over, Grandpa, isn't that a bad boy reading that book? Otherwise Grandpa won't show me.

The old man laughed and said, "Of course not, but that's really not the right book. Now you should know why Grandpa waited until you were a child to show you this book?"

Seeing Han Zi nodded his head, the old man said, "This is a Taoist treasure book. In Chinese classical books, there are only two departments that record the joy of boudoirs. One is Buddhism, the other is Taoism. Buddhism has Tibet's joy and fear. The most famous book of Taoism is the Yellow Emperor's Emperor's Empress Sutra. For various reasons, this book is seldom circulated in the world, and Grandpa has also read it. This is indeed the only true copy of the Yellow Emperor's Emperor's Emperor's Sutra. You have grown up and have time to have a good look at it. Although this book is about boudoirs, it conforms to the principle of Yin and Yang Taiji. It has many similarities with the pharmacology of Yin and Yang helping each other and nourishing Yin and Yang. Learn it well and treat you later. Only good will do no harm."

The cold son's tight heartstring relaxed at this time, and he took a long breath and said, "Then I have nothing to worry about. Alas, I just can't understand what's so strange about this book, Pingyang Luolong. It's really depressing.

The old man smiled and said, "Take your time. Grandpa showed you the book. Are you afraid you don't have time to study it slowly? You can look at it carefully when you have time. Maybe one day you will find a famous place, that is, you are blessed, ha ha ha!"

Hanzi shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "That's the only way. I have plenty of time. I'll study it later."

After more than a week of this, Hanzi still had no clue about the strange numbers on the bookmark in the book Pingyang Luolong.

This evening, as usual, Hanzi arrived at the classroom at more than six o'clock.

Hanzi was sitting at the fourth table facing the fourth group from the right of the blackboard, leaning against the window, looking out from the old glass window fan of the classroom, just in time to see a long green paddy field outside the north wall of the school, just after the spring sowing, the endless seedlings gave a sense of spring surprise. A river runs across the fields from south to north. It is like a little white dragon snorkeling in the green fields. It is very pleasant.

Looked at the physics textbook for a while, looked up at the electronic watch on hand, and it showed that it was seven o'clock, and there were twenty minutes to read late. Stretching a lazy waist, turning his head, the class has almost arrived. But Liu Xinyi, his deskmate, and Wei Guangxing, sitting in the back row, were not seen. Then he picked up the English book and reviewed it.

It took about ten minutes for Liu Xinyi to arrive. Liu Xinyi wore a white dress today. Her long hair came from her shoulder. She had just washed her hair. Her hair was unbound. It was black and shiny. It was like a waterfall, gentle and elegant.

With a greeting from Hanzi, Liu Xinyi gently sat on her own seat on the right side of Hanzi. The hair was also scented with a fresh, orchid-like shampoo.

"Liu Xinyi, what shampoo do you use? It's delicious!" The cold son sniffed and asked with a low laugh.

Liu Xinyi looked at him sideways and wondered, "This cold man seldom talks to me at ordinary times. Why did he take the initiative to chat with me today? What's wrong with him?" Strange to say, she still answered, "I've been using Shushu shampoo. Why do you ask?" Saying