Chapter 526 Reciting Poetry Episode 1 Traveling through the wormhole to find her
Head hurts!
Baicaoshi rubbed her temples, opened her sleepy eyes, and all she could see was...the chandelier and the fresh wallpaper with Baicao drawings.
"Hey, are you back?"
She touched her belly subconsciously. The lower abdomen was smooth and tight, without a trace of fat. It was only a girl's figure.
The last memory in my mind is still in childbirth. She was sweating profusely and exhausted all her strength, but her little public servant couldn't come out for a long time, but it broke her and made her linger in the gate of **** for a long time.
What about Yu Bao?
As soon as he stepped into the palace, he saw Baicaoshi being sucked into the wormhole of time and space. Even if he had seen thousands of troops, even if he had the courage and strength to kill the grand master, Baicaoshi was still in his eyes, seeing the deepest fear , and the weakness of the power of time and space.
In the days to come, I will never see him again.
Fingers running through the hair, Baicaoshi spent a quarter of an hour digesting this cruel reality.
Then, she lifted off the thin silk quilt, wore a silk pajamas with suspenders, and stepped on net-famous flip-flops, and walked to the living room.
Here, it is very different from her original eight-person dormitory.
This bedroom alone is more than 30 square meters. When I walked to the door, the door opened automatically.
The synthesized sound of Plantago rang in the room: "Congratulations, master, for returning to the modern age. I am your personal butler Plantago. In order to reward you for completing the task well, Baicao Base presents you with this luxury apartment in the city center. Welcome to enjoy it." Your brave new life. Would you like to dine now? There is food in the fridge."
No, Baicaoshi realized something, the plantago seed made its sound in the sea of consciousness in the past. But now, standing five meters away from Baicaoshi, it is a robot with plantain ears on its head.
She has entered the era of AI intelligence?
"I would like Internet access."
I mainly want to understand the direction of time, because it seems to have gone to the future.
"Master, the Internet is on your iris, and you can browse the web after dialing it up." Plantago replied respectfully.
Baicaoshi was dubious, blinked, tapped her finger in the space, and a virtual panel appeared in front of her eyes.
Opening the news page, there are overwhelming reports about her.
"Baicaoshi, the youngest inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine in my country, successfully cultivated nearly a thousand kinds of rare herbal medicines through the fusion of ancient methods and modern times, preserved the precious seed genes, and established the Chinese Baicao database. She is the contemporary Sun Simiao, the new century's Li Shizhen."
"The archaeologist sent a thank you to Baicaoshi. The Cretaceous Velociraptor fossil she donated will help humans further understand prehistoric civilization."
What follows is a series of thanks popping up from mailboxes.
There are historians, biologists, natural scientists, and experts in meteorological research.
The last letter is from an expert from Baicao Base.
"I came to the base in the afternoon. The test about using keel to develop a special drug to fight cancer has reached a critical moment. The signature is written by Professor Hua Yinchang."
Who Hua Yinchang is, Baicaoshi has no impression at all.
"Where is the base?" This sentence is about Plantago.
"Jiangfu Road. Oh, yes, the velociraptor fossil you discovered is now on display in the museum, and it is also being studied as a raw material for special medicine to fight cancer. Professor Hua Yinchang is the main person in charge." Plantago chinensis patiently Explain, I am impatient to listen to Baicao poems.
She went back to the walk-in closet and took out the researcher uniform. It has to be said that this aesthetic is quite online.
The uniform is finely woven, and the pattern on it is a seven-leaf flower.
At the beginning, she and Zhe Yu went to Wanzhou, picking herbs along the way, and the seven-leaf flower is the most ornamental value.
Jian Jian had lunch, and Baicaoshi went to the base. The base covers an area of more than 1,000 mu, and includes a Baicao conservation base, a Baicao trading market, a clinical laboratory for Chinese patent medicines, a herbal business incubator, and a Baicao capital building. Enterprise R & D transfer to production, need capital escort.
Landmark is a double-helix gene, a building that is both stylish and deconstructed, and at the same time full of national trends. This is the Baicao Museum.
The museum is open to the public, and there are many tourists who check in. Everyone who has been here will basically take pictures.
Baicaoshi stopped and held his breath, amazed.
If she is allowed to time travel now, she can do better.
She entered the museum. The lobby on the first floor has a high ceiling design, leading directly to the dome.
At this time, Velociraptor fossils are being exhibited.
But Baicao Poetry has no time to watch, the professor's phone is urging her to hurry up.
The top floor is on the sixth floor, and the Shi Zhen Room belongs to Professor Hua Yinchang.
An anti-collision strip was pasted on the glass door, and a few words were written: no one sees the repair, but God knows the heart.
"Professor, here I come." Baicaoshi scanned the iris to enter.
Hua Yinchang turned his head, he was an old man in his 60s, wearing a silver-gray uniform, but his face was no different from that of the green-headed medicine king.
Master is also surnamed Hua.
"Master?" Baicaoshi covered her mouth and murmured softly, her eyes burning instantly. She strode forward and hugged Hua Yinchang, "Master, I miss you so much."
Hua Yinchang moved stiffly, trying to push her away, but finally stopped. "If you do research, do research. You play the emotional card and think that I will let you go? Also, call me a professor."
Still a tsundere professor.
Baicaoshi left the master's arms and wiped it on her face randomly, "Master, I will cook for you tonight, red yeast rice Dongpo pork, cordyceps old duck soup, and Poria cocos cake."
Probably stunned by her extravagant name of the dish, Hua Yinchang straightened the wrinkles on the clothes, "It's as simple as it gets. If you're addicted to eating and drinking, how can you do research?"
The foodie master changed his sex, and Baicaoshi was not discouraged, and secretly made up his mind to hook out the glutton in his stomach.
After two hours of experimentation, Hua Yinchang suggested, "Go, go down and look at the keel you found. Unfortunately, the left claw of the keel is completely missing, otherwise this would be the most complete keel."
The master and apprentice went downstairs, and Baicaoshi stopped under the towering skeleton. She doesn't regret her choice at the beginning, human life is more important than bones themselves. Besides, all she saved were his people.
For him, she is willing to love this world.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded behind him. She heard tourists chattering.
"Is this, is this a museum cosplay?"
"My God, this staff member is so handsome!"
"Hello, can I have an autograph?"
Cut, a group of nympho. No matter how handsome she is, can she be as handsome as Yu Bao?
She followed the reputation and saw the man of her dreams.
Tears overflowed, blurring the eyes.
Wearing an ancient costume, a man with long sleeves has already walked up to her, raised his hand to brush her hair from the forehead, and asked, "Shishi, is that you?"
Baicaoshi's eyes are full of stars, "Yu Bao, it's me, it's me!"
Ying Zhexu immediately picked her up and wanted to turn around, but the venue was not allowed, and there were people everywhere.
The focus of everyone's attention is on him.
"Let me go." He spoke, his voice was low and full of magnetism, like a green bamboo in a valley.
The crowd made way, and Ying Zhexu took Baicaoshi to the wall where there were few people.
Twenty years of parting pain, twenty years of lovesickness, at this moment, turned into a long kiss. He held her face up like he was treating the most precious treasure in the world. "Shishi, do you miss me?" It was the first time he asked her so bluntly.
Breathing intertwined, heartbeat can be heard.
"I have you in every dream, Yu Bao." Baicaoshi stretched out her finger and pointed to the camera on the roof.
This base is the concept plan made by Yanshui Company at that time. It may take many years to implement, but as one of the participants, Yanshui is also very pleased to have such a project carrying such a mission of cultural revival.
This project is also the source of creative inspiration for Yanshui to write this book
(end of this chapter)