After time travel, the imperial concubine becomes a celebrity herself

Song Sizhe flipped through the ancient book and showed An Mengyi the words on it.

"These characters, and the symbols next to them, are not oracle bone inscriptions, nor are they the characters of known ethnic minorities." Song Sizhe turned the ancient book in one direction, "Look here, it looks like Tibetan, but it's written in a different way from them."

An Mengyi took the book and tried to observe it with the different pupils, but after reading Song Sizhe's collection just now, the different pupils seemed to have exhausted their strength and refused to come out no matter what.

It was the same last time, An Mengyi wanted to use the different pupils to explore the doorway, but was sucked out of her own blood by the ancient book.

An Mengyi suddenly had a bold idea.

"Professor Song, do you have a needle?" Facing Song Sizhe's suspicious eyes, An Mengyi added, "A paper cutter is also fine."

"Yes." Song Sizhe turned around and took out a paper cutter from the drawer, and handed it to An Mengyi.

An Mengyi put her bag on the shelf beside her, and pushed out the blade of the paper knife.

"Mengyi, what are you going to do?" An Mengyi's action looked dangerous, Song Sizhe snatched the paper knife away, "You must not hurt yourself."

"I just want to give it a try, maybe it will work?" An Mengyi said softly, "The ancient book has been changed a little last time, maybe it needs my blood as nutrients to provide it to us More news."

An Mengyi's statement sounds a little scary, but it is not impossible.

The world is full of surprises.

Last time, a few drops of An Mengyi's blood could make the ancient books shine, so maybe this time--

"That won't work either!" Song Sizhe would never allow An Mengyi to hurt herself in front of her face, "Did you forget that last time you saw it changed, you continued to feed it blood, but what did it do?" Nothing has changed."

"Maybe it's just the timing is wrong?" An Mengyi took back the paper cutter and made a light stroke on the tip of her index finger, and bright red blood rushed out.

An Mengyi brought the ancient book over, dripped blood on it, and waited quietly for it to change.

But until the blood on her hands solidified, the ancient book didn't change in any way.

Could it be that the blood volume is not enough?

An Mengyi picked up the paper cutter again, and was about to draw another finger on her other finger, but Song Sizhe threw the paper cutter aside this time.

"It's okay, Mengyi." Song Sizhe looked at An Mengyi distressedly, and frowned, "It hasn't changed in any way, can you stop hurting yourself?"

An Mengyi squeezed her fingers, took out the disinfectant wipes from the bag with her right hand, took out one and wrapped it around her hands.

"Perhaps, it takes some time to react." An Mengyi looked at the ancient book with probing eyes.

Where is the problem?
An Mengyi really couldn't figure it out, could it be that her own blood had lost its effect on it?
"The text on it looks familiar." An Mengyi flipped through the first few pages, feeling like she had seen these fonts before, but couldn't remember.

"Something like a combination of Tibetan and some tribal scripts." Song Sizhe added softly.

"But why does it only have words on the front?" An Mengyi flipped back, and suddenly found that there was nothing on the paper at the back, and the quality of the paper was different.

The page numbers that have already been written on the front, the paper has become very thin, no matter the feel or the color, it can be seen that it is a high-quality rice paper.

But the ones at the back...not to mention rough to the touch, I know there are some sundries in it.

It looks a bit like papyrus.

Why is it that the font written on this ancient book looks like that of an ancient tribe, but the paper is made of papyrus that was abundant on the banks of the Nile in 3000 BC?
There are too many mysteries about this ancient book.

An Mengyi couldn't figure it out for a moment, loosened her wrist, and the ancient book fell on the restoration table. Suddenly, it was dark in front of her eyes, and she felt dizzy.

"Brother Song, I've already helped you—"

Zhong Man didn't know about this secret room. After she had almost repaired it, she wandered around in the laboratory, and suddenly saw a bright light emitting from a corner, so she walked over.

When she came to the door of the secret room, the scene in front of her instantly ignited anger in her heart.

An Mengyi was held in Song Sizhe's arms, and her head was still on Song Sizhe's neck.

"Mengyi?" Song Sizhe didn't notice Zhong Man at the door, and only focused on checking An Mengyi's status, "Are you okay? Can you hear me, Mengyi?"

"Brother Song." Zhong Man said in a cold voice, calling Song Sizhe, and the moment the high-heeled shoes stepped into the secret room, there was a crisp sound.

An Mengyi shook her head slightly, feeling a little better.

"Professor Song." An Mengyi had never been in such close contact with other men before. When she noticed the distance between the two, she quickly stood up and walked aside.

"Miss An, since you are already a married woman, why are you stalking and chasing after my brother Song?!" Zhong Man couldn't take it anymore, and didn't pay attention to his words for a while.

"Zhong Man—" Song Sizhe looked at Zhong Man with helplessness in his eyes, "Meng Yi is not what you think, she just needs my help with something."

Zhong Man is like a jealous woman at the moment, her eyes are full of jealousy.

He obviously doesn't have any close relationship with Song Sizhe, but he always relies on what he and he can talk to to exclude others.

"Brother Song, stop saying good things about her." Zhong Man always felt that Song Sizhe was deceived by An Mengyi's appearance, "She is already married to Rong Jinghao, why is she still pestering you?!"

"Zhong Man." Song Sizhe looked at Zhong Man with warning eyes, "Don't let me drive you out."

As soon as Zhong Man heard this, the grievance in his heart rose instantly.

In the past, no other woman could enter this laboratory except her.

Now suddenly there was An Mengyi, and Song Sizhe even brought her to this secret room that he didn't even know about.

If it's not interesting to her, why? !

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An Mengyi's cell phone in her bag suddenly rang.

"Hello?" An Mengyi answered the phone, and hung up after saying a few words.

After packing her things, An Mengyi looked at Song Sizhe apologetically.

"Sorry, Professor Song, there is something urgent to deal with at the company, I have to go back first."

"It's okay." Seeing An Mengyi's pale face, Song Sizhe felt a little worried, "Do you need me to take you back to the company? Your complexion looks a bit unwell."

"Thank you, Professor Song." An Mengyi politely rejected Song Sizhe, "I've already bothered you by coming here today, so how can I ask you to send me back?"

"Well, be careful on the road." Song Sizhe didn't insist, and simply explained a few words, "Shall I take you out?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you." An Mengyi was too embarrassed to refuse, so she nodded in agreement.

During this process, Zhong Man felt like an outsider, being squeezed out from the two of them, feeling the mood of a transparent person.

Mu Li was sent by Rong Jinghao to pick An Mengyi back to the company. Less than 3 minutes after hanging up the phone, Mu Li had already appeared at the door of the laboratory.

"Ma'am, I'll take you back to the company." Mu Li opened the door of the back seat of the car and blocked the top to prevent An Mengyi from hitting her head.

"I'll go back first, Professor Song will stop." An Mengyi bid farewell to Song Sizhe after getting into the car.

Zhong Man was waiting in the laboratory for Song Sizhe to come back. When he appeared at the door, Zhong Man hurriedly got up to meet him.

"Brother Song, I've repaired the porcelain vase, would you like to take a look?" Zhong Man was a little cautious, but there was still a trace of indistinct pride in his tone.

Song Sizhe took a deep look at Zhong Man and sighed.

"You go back first." Song Sizhe looked a little tired, "Don't come to look for me anytime soon."

To Zhong Man, this sentence was tantamount to Song Sizhe personally cutting off the bridge of communication between the two of them, so she was naturally unwilling.

"Brother Song, I—" Zhong Man wanted to fight for himself, but Song Sizhe's eyes turned a little cold.

"Call me Professor." This was the first time Zhong Man had seen Song Sizhe look so serious.

Zhong Man took a few steps forward and held Song Sizhe's hand.

"Brother Song, don't drive me away, okay?"

Song Sizhe looked at Zhong Man, his eyes were not as gentle as before.

"Zhong Man, you have to be measured." Song Sizhe pushed Zhong Man's hand away, "You have exceeded the rules."

The moment the warm touch on his hand left, Zhong Man only felt that his heart was cold.

"Professor Song!" Zhong Man turned to look at Song Sizhe's back, "Is An Mengyi that good?"

Song Sizhe didn't turn his head, and his steps didn't stop.

"She's different." Zhong Man knew only a little more about Song Sizhe's emotional changes.

Now, apart from Song Sizhe himself, only Zhong Man can understand the hundreds of turns and twists wrapped in this sentence.

Mu Li noticed the scar on An Mengyi's hand sharply.

"Ma'am, there is a small medicine box under the armrest on your left." Mu Li reminded An Mengyi while the traffic lights were running.

An Mengyi threw the disinfectant wipes in her hand into the trash can of the car, and gently pulled the armrest, a box popped out containing commonly used medicines.

"Don't tell Jing Hao." When An Mengyi unwrapped the sticker, she didn't forget to tell Mu Li.

"Yes, ma'am." Although he agreed, Mu Li looked at the band-aid on An Mengyi's hand and shook his head silently.

Such an obvious Band-Aid, wouldn't everything be exposed once holding hands?
When she arrived at the company, An Mengyi went directly to Rong Jinghao's office from the underground parking lot.

"Jing Hao, what do you want from me?"

As soon as An Mengyi opened the door and went in, she was stunned for a moment by the scene in front of her.