Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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"Zimei, how about selling this coin to me for 100 million?" Song Xuan's slender fingers gently stroked the blade on the coin, as if stroking a lover's skin, with unique tenderness.

100?

Yang Zimei was surprised.

She knew it would be a valuable ancient coin, but she didn't know that it would be so valuable. [

"Mr. Song, what is the origin of this coin? What does it mean to equal five thousand?"

"At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Wang Mang, a foreign relative of the Western Han Dynasty who established a short-lived "new" dynasty, carried out a reform of the currency system in the second year of Jushe (7 AD), and issued a new currency of 7 yuan, which means a currency like this The knife coin is worth five thousand copper coins. It consists of a knife ring and a knife body, and is cast in bronze. The knife ring is like a round coin with a square hole, and the upper and lower sides of the hole are engraved with the word "Yi Dao" in inscribed characters. The word "Yi Dao" is made of gold, which is very bright and beautiful. .General general length [-]>

"Then the beauty you read just now gave me the Golden Cuo Dao, how can I repay it? Ying Qiongyao. That Jin Cuo Dao is talking about this coin?" Yang Zimei dodged his hot eyes and continued to ask curiously.

Song Xuan nodded, "This is a poem written by Zhang Heng, a litterateur and scientist in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The Golden Wrong Sword was no longer used in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but it still exists as a small cultural relic of the old era, as an exquisite handicraft. It also makes a great gift for lovers.”

Yang Zimei never thought that a coin would become a romantic gift between lovers, with such a beautiful artistic conception.

Now, this kind of coin is so valuable, if someone gives it to someone, it is not only a romantic and beautiful thing, but also a very expensive act, and it is probably a gift that any woman would like.

"Zimei, can you sell it to me?" Song Xuan asked expectantly.

Looking at the thick white mist on the Jin Cuo Dao, she knew that it was a bright weapon that had been kept in Jidi all along. It had a very powerful effect of exorcising evil and protecting the body, which could not be measured by money.

What's more, this coin has some special meaning.

Song Xuan is very good. In her last life, she would have dreamed of marrying a man, but in this life, she only has a good impression of him, not someone who rewards Ying Qiongyao with gold and a knife.

Therefore, she didn't want to buy it, and she wouldn't buy it no matter how much money she had, lest he make a mistake and delay his life.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I don't want to sell this golden wrong knife to you, I just want to leave it to the person I want to give it to." She bluntly refused, letting Song Xuan understand that her heart for him is that there is no difference between a man and a woman. affection.

Listening to her words, Song Xuan felt like a thin thread was gently pulling on the tip of Song Xuan's heart. It didn't hurt very much, but there was an unspeakable discomfort.

Looking at her youthful face as white as porcelain, he could only feel desolation, hating himself for being born too early, for not even having the courage to pursue her.

Originally, he wanted to buy this golden knife and carry it with him to comfort the pain of lovesickness and self-obsession, but unexpectedly, she refused to even give him this opportunity, and directly rejected his affection.

Although I knew it was the result, I felt very uncomfortable.

However, he was even more afraid that she would never get close to him because of his affection.

It seemed that he had to reassure her.

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