In the nineties of the 22nd century, this was an era of highly developed science and technology and high material abundance.

In this era, people have long abandoned many traditional things, and even the sweeping and cooking required in life can be done by robots.

But there are some habits and traditions that cannot be abandoned.

For example, if you are sick, you go to Müser's Xinglin Hospital to see a doctor.

Xinglin Hospital has a history of more than 1,000 years, inherited to this day, the world knows that the doctors of Xinglin Hospital have excellent medical skills, and the medical ethics and medical style are even more praised.

The director of Xinglin Hospital is the head of each generation of M Moham.

This is also the rule handed down by the ancestors of the Mu family, the head of each generation of the Mu family is a woman, and it is not a lineage inheritance, but a person who can live among all the women of the Mu family.

Therefore, the heads of each generation of the Mu family are people with outstanding medical skills.

The head of the Mu family of this generation is named Mu Linglan, who is less than forty years old, and he is already a leader in the medical field, and he will be respectfully called wherever he goes: Dean Mu.

After handling two emergency surgeries at the same time as the assistant doctor, Mu Linglan walked out of the hospital exhausted, only to find that it was almost dark.

Today is her daughter Mu Jin's birthday, and she promised her early on that she would go home to celebrate her birthday.

Mu Linglan quickened her pace with her bag, and as soon as she left the entrance of the hospital, a black sedan stopped in front of her.

The glass of the car shook down, revealing an old dragon clock and a kind face.

"Master!" Mu Linglan shouted in surprise.

The old lady is the head of the previous generation of the Mu family, Mu Linglan's master.

Mrs. Mu motioned to the seat next to her, "Get on the bus!"

Mu Linglan hesitated, pulled the car door and got into the car.

Master has hardly come to look for her in the past few years, and there must be something wrong with coming today.

"Master, do you have something to do with me?" she asked as soon as she sat down.

Old Mrs. Mu's expression was a little solemn, and she motioned for the driver to drive.

"Take you to my house, I have something for you. ”

Mu Linglan was slightly stunned, but didn't ask again.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and got on the road smoothly.

"Jin'er will be twelve years old today, right?" said Old Lady Mu faintly.

The back seat of the car was dimly lit, and with the bright street lamps on both sides of the street, Mu Linglan vaguely felt that there was a trace of sadness in the master's solemn expression.

Mu Linglan frowned unconsciously.

Master has always been calm and indifferent, and it is rare for such emotions to be exposed.

Master looked a little abnormal tonight.

"Master, let's go home with me for dinner later, I promised Jin'er to go back tonight and prepare dinner for her. She opened her mouth to invite Master.

Mrs. Mu shook her head gently, "Forget it, I won't go tonight, you and the child should be happy." ”

Mu Linglan wanted to persuade her again, but Mrs. Mu had already put an oiled paper bag in her hand.

"No, this is a birthday present for Jin'er.

”

The oiled paper was boxy and looked like a book.

"Master, where did you go to get the lone book for Jin'er this time?" Mu Linglan smiled and shook her head.

Mu Jin has not only studied medical skills with it since he was a child, but also often studied with his master.

Every year for her birthday, Master would give her some precious solitary books or transcripts.

Over the years, Mu Linglan has gone from initial surprise to now no surprise.

Although her daughter is only 12 years old this year, the only book she has read is not inferior to her at all.

I really don't understand why Master has asked Jin'er to read so many unique books since she was a child.

Mu Linglan smiled secretly in her heart as she went to unpack the oil paper bag.

An old hand pressed Mu Linglan's hand to open the oil paper bag, "Wait until you go back and let Jin'er open it for herself." ”

Mu Linglan paused, and then withdrew his hand.

The car listened at the door of an old and beautiful villa.

The two went upstairs together, and Mrs. Mu motioned for her to sit and wait for a while, and she went into the study.

In just a few moments, Old Lady Mu came out, holding a thin envelope in her hand.

"I'll show you this. She handed the letter to Mullenlan.

The envelope looks very old and old, and at first glance it is a few years old.

"This is what the head of our Mu family wants to pass down for generations, and only the head of the family can know about it. Old Madam Mu said.

Mu Linglan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

What had been passed down from Muhammad had already been passed down to her by the time she became the head of Muhammad, but she had never seen a letter written.

Mu Linglan opened the letter, and the letter inside was even older, but it exuded a faint fragrance, which showed that it was well preserved.

She looked down little by little, and the more she looked, the more pale her face became, and by the time she had finished reading the entire letter, her face was completely white.

"Master, this ........." her lips trembled slightly.

"What the hell is going on? Jin'er, she's only twelve years old!"

Old Madam Mu sighed, "This letter was handed down from our ancestors, and it was originally only passed down by the heads of the previous generations before they died. ”

"Originally, I thought it was too ridiculous, so I didn't plan to say it!"

"But twelve years ago, after having Jin'er, I suddenly decided that this letter seemed to be coming to an end in our hands. ”

Mu Linglan's lips trembled violently, and she felt that she couldn't control it, and the letter paper in her hand slowly fell to the ground.

The above letter was actually written to her, and it said: Dear mother, you must be surprised to see a letter, yes, I am your daughter Mu Jin.

I now live in the Great Zhou Dynasty and marry a man who loves me and loves me, this man is called Song Yanzhao, he really loves me and loves me.

I came from the 22nd century, and I went there to save our Mu family.

So Mom, please send me back to Da Zhou after my twelfth birthday when you see this letter, because your son-in-law is waiting for me!

…………

Mu Linglan felt a little incredible, her Jin'er was only twelve years old, and she was really a little reluctant.

"Master, this ......... Can you not ......"

Old Madam Mu shook her head lightly, "This is passed down from the ancestors, if you don't do this, the Mu family will have a big disaster." ”

What's more, this letter is Jin'er's own handwriting, and she can let this letter pass down, which shows her confidence. ”

Mu Linglan took the letter home with a tangled heart.

"Mom, why are you back so late? Is the hospital busy today?"

Twelve-year-old Mu Jin heard the door open and ran out to complain.

The corners of Mu Linglan's mouth froze, and she couldn't smile at all, and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Happy birthday, baby, I'm going to cook, it'll be fine soon!"

The meal was quickly served, and Mu Linglan tasted the same wax, and kept looking at Mu Jin opposite.

She couldn't accept that her daughter was going to marry an ancient man more than a thousand years ago.

Mu Jin put down the dishes and chopsticks and raised his eyebrows.

"Mom, what's wrong with you, why do you keep looking at me?"