It's eight o'clock?!

In the morning, Murong Yurou opened her eyes, touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, and glanced at the clock, it was already eight o'clock.

"How can I sleep until now and wake up?I usually get up on time at six o'clock!" Murong Yurou was a little puzzled.

She's a woman.

Oh, no!

To be exact, she is still an untreated woman, referred to as a virgin, commonly known as an old lady.

Moreover, she is an old lady who is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, and she knows very well that going to bed late is the biggest nightmare for women, so she has always adhered to the good habit of 'going to bed early and getting up early'.

If it is not necessary, before ten o'clock in the evening, you must lie in bed and get up at six o'clock in the morning.

It's just that now she is very puzzled about how the biological clock that has been cultivated all year round failed this morning.

With fluffy hair, Murong Yurou went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, and went back to the bedroom to choose a set of youthful casual clothes.

Change your clothes.

Murong Yurou walked to the guest room, pushed the door to look at Ye Qing, and saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, so he shouted, "Little calf, get up!"

"Oh!"

In fact, Ye Qing, who had already woken up, was closing his eyes and pretending to be settled at this time, opened his eyes with a smile, and took a look, Murong Yurou, who was standing at the door, licked his face and praised, "Yo, today's little senior sister is a little more beautiful than yesterday's little senior sister!"

"Roll the calves!"

Thousands of clothes are worn, sycophants are not worn, and there is no woman who does not like to listen to praise.

Murong Yurou's very useful hand picked up the supple black long straight, glanced at Ye Qing obliquely, then twisted the fat round and turned to the living room.

Ye Qing squinted and smiled, dressed and got up.

After a simple wash in the bathroom, Ye Qing went back to the guest room and changed into more formal equipment, dressed in pure black formal clothes.

After all, if you want to meet your elders, dress formally, and it also looks polite.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Ye Qing, who was wearing formal clothes, and Murong Yurou, who was wearing pink casual clothes, went out in harmony.

Old man Murong likes to drink tea, especially black tea.

Although she said that she would not let Ye Qing bring gifts, Murong Yurou still deliberately drove to the city center, the best tea house, and bought two boxes of top-grade Wuyi Da Hong Pao and Yundian Centennial Pu'er.

It was counted as Ye Qing's gift as a gift to visit the old man in her house.

Buy good gifts,

Murong Yurou took Ye Qing to the Murong Mansion.

Pleasant Garden.

There is no one of the earliest villa areas in the deep city.

The residents inside are either rich or expensive, eight or nine out of ten are the big guys who have retired from the red wall, and they come here to live for a long time, and the remaining one-tenth or two are naturally businessmen who are extremely rich.

The entrance and exit of Yijing Garden are guarded by armed police, and it is no exaggeration to say that the security measures of Yijing Garden can rank first in the deep city.

Murong Yurou carried Ye Qing and rushed to Yijing Garden, it was noon.

The Murong Mansion, located in the southeast of Yijing Garden, covers an extremely wide area, which is different from the surrounding Western-style villas, but similar to the Yanjing Courtyard House.

On the vermilion lacquer gate, three rows of grass luan gold 'Murong Mansion' large-character plaques are listed on it.

Two white marble lions at the door.

"Miss, I heard that you and Mr. Ye are coming, and the master is already in the inner hall!"

Murong Yurou knocked on the vermilion lacquer door, and it was an old man in Tang costume who opened the door.

Murong Fulu, the housekeeper of Murong Mansion, was in his sixties, in good spirits, and did not show any old age, and when he saw Murong Yu and Ye Qing, he had a kind smile on his face.

"Well, thank you Grandpa Fulu!"

Murong Yurou thanked her politely, and Ye Qing also nodded and smiled at the old housekeeper.

The two then followed the old butler to the threshold.

"Old butler, it's not easy!"

Following the old butler with his hands on his sleeves, walking through the corridor, Ye Qing muttered to himself: "It's a six-grade little grandmaster!"

Before coming, on the way.

Ye Qing heard Murong Yurou talk about the general situation of Murong Mansion, only the old man Murong was here to live for a long time, except for the old housekeeper and a few servants, there was no one else.

The descendants and collateral lines of the Murong family, except for a small number in Shencheng, are mostly in Yanjing, Zhonghai, which is known as the magic capital, and Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which have heaven and Suzhou and Hangzhou, and develop.

At first, Ye Qing was a little puzzled.

As the head of the Murong family, Old Man Murong is also one of the few remaining medical saints in China.

In the mansion, the people who protect the old man, are they a little less?

At this time, it seems that he is completely worried!

Since the end of the Dharma era.

In the current situation of lack of aura, there are six-grade little masters such as the old butler sitting in the mansion, which can be worthy of hundreds of special forces with strong individual combat ability.

Murong Yurou grew up in the mansion, and often came back to drink tea and chat with the old man, of course, mainly to find the old man and ask for advice on acupuncture or medical theories that he didn't understand in medical skills.

Even if there is no old housekeeper leading the way, she is also familiar with Murong Mansion, but with the old housekeeper leading the way, she did not overstep the line, but followed the old housekeeper side by side with Ye Qing.

The three of them walked through the corridor and alley, and soon came to the inner hall.

The inner hall is antique, and the air is filled with the aroma of sandalwood, which is refreshing.

The inner hall is in the center.

Facing the main entrance, on a chair of the Taishi of Hainan Huanghuali, there was an old man in Tang costume, with a white face and a half-foot-long white beard under his chin.

"Master, Miss Murong, Mr. Ye is here!"

The old butler bowed to Murong Shibo, and when Murong Shibo nodded slightly at him, the old butler quietly withdrew from the inner hall.

"Grandpa!"

When Murong Yurou saw Murong Shibo on the Taishi chair, the corners of her lips smiled, and she stepped forward.

I saw Murong Yurou and Ye Qing coming in across the door.

Murong Shibo smiled and got up slowly.

first showed a peaceful smile at Murong Yurou, and then his eyes stopped on Ye Qing's face, and said three good words in a row, "After more than ten years of separation, the immature children around my brother have grown into such an extraordinary young man!"

Ye Qing squinted and smiled, "Old man Murong, you still have the same demeanor!"

After a short greeting, the guests took their seats.

Murong Yurou dismantled the century-old Pu'er of Yundian and boiled water to make tea, while Ye Qing accompanied the old man of the Murong family to chat and reminisce.

"My brother and the three sisters-in-law have been okay in recent years?"

"The family teacher is very good, and the teachers and girls are also very good! This time I went down the mountain, the family teacher specially instructed me to bring a bottle of Peiyuan Pill to the old man Murong to consolidate the foundation of the old man and prolong his life!"

"If Brother Lao remembers it, the old man will accept it!"

Accepting Pei Yuan Dan, Murong Shibo helped him smile, "Is Xiao Ye still in the habit of staying at Shencheng University?"

"Hmm!" Ye Qing nodded.

"Xiao Ye!"

Murong Shibo smiled and asked, "You have also been in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine for more than a month, what are your thoughts on the future development prospects of Chinese medicine?"

Ye Qing thought for a while, "I don't dare to say what I think, but I feel that if Chinese medicine wants to develop, there is a long way to go!"

Murong Shibo smiled and seemed to be very satisfied with Ye Qing's answer, "Let's hear it, what a long way to go!"

Ye Qing thought for a while and said: "First, Chinese medicine is too broad and profound, just to say, college students only study in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine for four or five years, or even seven or eight years, and they think about Chinese medicine well, and sit in the hall to consult, it is difficult, it is difficult!"

"Second, the Chinese herbal medicine market is filled with too many inferior medicinal materials and fake medicinal materials, and there are too few real authentic medicinal materials, too few!"

"Thirdly, the common people still don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine! The elderly may trust, but today's young people, who have a headache and brain fever or a serious illness, can go to see a Chinese medicine practitioner!"

"Fourth, in China, compared with Western physicians, there are too few, too few, I have seen the history of the development of Western medicine, the development of Western medicine is only two hundred years, and my Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, up and down has been five thousand years, at present, the Western medicine with medical qualification certificate in China is dozens or hundreds of times that of traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Fifth, in China, there are too few Chinese medicine halls and systematic Chinese medicine hospitals! Compared with the Western medicine hospitals and clinics everywhere, it is simply outrageous!"

Murong Shibo smiled, "Xiao Ye's analysis is very thorough!"

Let's talk about it.

After a long time, Murong Shibo supported his beard and sighed, "To develop traditional Chinese medicine, it faces three major problems, medicinal materials, talents, and the market!"

Ye Qing nodded.

"Medicinal materials, my Murong family, poured all the financial resources of the whole family to establish Murong Medicine, aiming to solve the problem of difficult medicinal materials. Talents, the old man founded the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, aiming to cultivate talents and solve the problem of difficult to find talents......!

"Alas!"

"It's just that after so many years, the development of traditional Chinese medicine has had little effect, and the old man is ashamed to be a holy doctor!"

"Alas!"

Ye Qing sighed and said, "Old man, you have actually made a great contribution to traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Alas......"

Murong Shibo held his beard and just shook his head silently.

"Old man......"

Ye Qing saw that Old Man Murong was full of silence, and wanted to say something, but he wanted to say something, and he really didn't know how to comfort Old Man Murong.

"Hehe......"

Murong Shibo held his beard and waved his hand at Ye Qing, "In the future, it will be the world of you young people, and the development of traditional Chinese medicine will depend on you young people to inherit and carry it forward!

"Grandpa, who said that you are old, you are still in your prime! Who dares to say that you are old, Rou'er will him!"

Murong Yurou soaked Pu'er, brought a cup to the old man, and rarely showed the shyness of her little daughter on her plump face, took the old man's arm, and shook it.

"Haha!"

Holding his granddaughter's arm and coquettishly, Murong Shibo helped his beard and laughed, "You, what a girl, you are still holding your grandfather's arm and coquettish like when you were a child!"

"Hee-hee!"

Murong Yurou stuck out her little tongue at the old man, "No matter how old Rou'er is, she is still your old little granddaughter!"

At the same time.

"Master, the kitchen has prepared a luncheon! Invite the master, the eldest lady, and Mr. Ye Xiao to the restaurant for a banquet. The old housekeeper Murong Fulu came in with his hands in his sleeves and invited the three of them to the restaurant to eat.

"Let's go!"

Murong Shibo smiled and squinted, followed by Ye Qing and Murong Yurou, who were close behind, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ye, I have to accompany the old man today not to get drunk and not return! Rou'er also has a few drinks!"

"Definitely, definitely!"

"Okay, grandpa!"

At luncheon.

Old man Murong instructed the old housekeeper to take out two bottles of sixty-year-old Moutai, Ye Qing accompanied the old man to drink two empty bottles of sixty-year-old Moutai, and Murong Yurou also had two drinks.

Two bottles of Moutai aging, Ye Qing drank at least one catty of six or seven taels.

The banquet can be described as laughing and happy.

After the luncheon, it was dusk.

chatted with the old man until late at night, Murong Yu softened Ye Qing before leaving Murong Mansion.

Murong Mansion, East Wing.

Murong Shibo sat cross-legged on the bed, rubbing the white jade porcelain vase containing Pei Yuan Dan.

Murong Fulu stood beside the bed with his hands in his sleeves, bowed slightly and said, "Master, send it away!"

"Fulu, how does Ye Qing compare to you?"

Murong Shibo Mo held the white jade porcelain vase, and there seemed to be a smile in his slightly closed eyes.

“......”

Murong Fulu, hearing this, there seemed to be a trace of bitterness in his eyes, "Mr. Ye, compared to the old slave, I am afraid that he is only strong but not weak!"