The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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The anger of Sui Yan’s heart was slightly slowed down by Sang Chen. I decided to be calm and calm after patience. I was patient and sympathetic with Sang Chen and advised him to cancel the marriage contract.

The late green and the monk at the door said a few words, and the monk led her to the door.

Yun from the temple is also accepting pilgrims for fragrance, so there are often ladies and gentlemen. Song Blue let the late green go to find Sang Chen, mainly considering the arrogance of her family, can not directly kill the door, and look at the state before Yan Yan, Song Lan feels that she will give her some time to ease and ease, so as not to hurt Sang Chen's decent, after all, the other party is the Boling Cui family!

There are many small monks, monks, and pilgrims at the entrance of the temple. They all look like ordinary people. Yan Yan and Ge Lan stood under the willow tree not far from the temple gate, and the willow leaves were densely lowered, and the two bodies were half hidden.

"Amitabha, the uncle is back." A small, quiet voice came from the sand.

This is followed by a Qing Yue Buddha, "Amitabha."

Like the clouds, like the Qingquan shed, Yan Yan and Song Lan turned away at the same time, Qingliu was scorned by the wind, and if there was only a glimpse of the monk’s wide-sleeved robes, the monk’s hands were slightly bent and returned. The delicate side, the long neck connected to the wide shoulder, is the head of the light, the curve is impeccable.

Whether a person looks really good or not, as long as the decoration and the cover of the hair are removed, it can be clearly distinguished, and the monk in front of him is undoubtedly born well.

"Huai Yin Shi Shu." Another monk greeted him.

It turned out that this is the one that the late green said, the beautiful and the sorrowful and sorrowful monk. Yan Yan’s eyes followed him, and Huai Yin seemed to notice that someone was watching him and turned his head.

The branches and leaves swayed, revealing the flawless face, but the dusty, narrow-eyed phoenix eyes only need a slight look to shed the color of the enchanting person, but he just lowered his eyes slightly, plunged his hands and rushed Yan Yan and Ge Lan sang a Buddha number, slightly squatting, and then turned and left. From the beginning to the end, his excellent face was only light and light, and there were only indifferences in the excellent eyes.

He looks at people or things, and it is a kind of indifference that overlooks all beings. It is no different. There are four words in the face of Yan Yan’s mind: the sorghum is high.

If there is such a heavenly person, then it should be.

If you look at the appearance, Xiao Yu and Su Fu do not lose him, but he does not have a little fireworks on his body, and his manners are also absolutely free and easy, just like the world's fireworks, in this world is like a White lotus-like, pavilion **, no stains.

Song Lan and Yan Yan are still in shock, and Huai Yin has drifted away.

He only came out not far, just greeted with a happy face, hurriedly came to Sang Chen, "Huaiyin Shishu, are you coming back from the cloud?"

"Amitabha, when will you come here?" Huaiyin’s words were a bit more, but his expression remained the same.

Sang Chen also paid a Buddhist ceremony and respectfully said: "The one who came over the day before, helped to copy the scriptures in the temple. After the teacher returned, he could play against the uncle again."

Sang Chen’s accomplishments in Go are basically in a state of solitude and defeat. Only in the game of self-game can find some fun, less rivals, and among these few, there are such monks and nobles.

"Always waiting." Huaiyin's tiny jaw.

The two of them went to each other for the Buddha's gift, and Huai Yin went to the temple. Sang Chen was beaming and led by the late green, and came to Yan Yan.

Seeing the face with a power fence, Sang Chen looked red, grabbed the robes, and remembered that he must have described it as a disrepair, and quickly convulsed and shouted, "Mom."

Song Blue and Late Green have already retired to two feet. Two people alone, Sang Chen is more embarrassed, and the time has been red to the neck.

Looking at his careful and expectant look, Yan Yan suddenly did not know how to open, silent for a while, or Sang Chen said a word, "Below, go down to ask for respect."

“Why would you go to raise a relative?” Yan Yan adjusted her tone to the most moderate state and asked him along his head.

Sang Chen hangs his head, dare not look at her, squatting on a small ink dot on the robes, whispered: "I feel that my mother is kind and kind in my heart. Wen Yuxian Shu, that day Niangniu is so euphemistic, I am very happy in my heart, though There is no point in the present, but in the next hall, the man will never be wronged..."

Yan Yan heard the fog, Wen Shu Xian Shu? Did she hint at him? Although Yan Yan used to be a materialist, she even encountered a crossover. She couldn't help but wonder what Sang Chen had encountered in a ghostly fox, because what he said seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"You wait, when did I get warm? When did you have a good time? How good is it?" Yan Yan interrupted him.

Sang Chen flew up and looked at Yan Yan, even the earlobe rose red as agate, revealing the crystal clear, his voice is getting smaller, but still replied: "Mother helped to help Zhou Lang, help the next autopsy, also told In the bottom, it contains **** slices to exorcise evil spirits, and also helps to wrap the wounds underneath..."

"Okay, then you said, how can I imply you?" This is the place where you can't think about it. This rabbit is hinted that it will go to propose, and Yan Yan dares to swear to Heaven, she can recall her. Every word he said, I am sure, absolutely no hints.

On the surface of Sang Chen Qing Jun, he was already able to bleed, and he bravely said: "When I went back to the mother's money before the month, my mother said in the bamboo forest... I said it was under the handsome, although the mother expressed it as euphemistic... So even if you are poor now, you still have the courage to raise your relatives. In fact, there are still some embarrassing thoughts in your heart..."

To boast a good look, is it euphemistically suggesting that he be asked to ask for a kiss? Is this also euphemistic? With Sang Chen’s appearance, should there be a girl who would say this? At least in Chang'an's open atmosphere, she is unlikely to be the first person to praise him. Also, look at his pure and harmless appearance, but actually gave birth to a heart!

Yan Yan shook and supported the trunk, and asked barely: "You, you make it clear."

On the surface of Sangchen, the blush was slightly relieved, and he described it as serious and apologetic.

Through a layer of soap yarn, Yan Yan can also feel his seriousness, and the feeling of absurdity in his heart has also been reduced.

"Understanding, I never admit that I am the grandson of Boling Cui, but when I went to ask for a pro, I knew clearly, even if I denied that I would not see Cui, my uncle would probably agree to the marriage because of Boling Cui. A few nights of tossing and turning, my heart also secretly thought about borrowing the light of Cui's... In fact, it is true. Under the slogan, I dare not ask for forgiveness, but I will never guarantee it in the future." Sang Chen only grasps himself. The robes on the side of the legs, the knuckles are slightly white, and the moist lips are tightly tied into a line, indicating that they are determined to be firm.

Yan Yan saw that he really felt that he was so embarrassed to think so, so pure people, I really don't know how to live alone until now. Yan Yan sighed, she gave birth to compassion, but she could not use her next generation to fulfill this pity.

Sang Chen heard her sigh, and her heart became more and more nervous.

"Mr. Sang, I am sorry about the suggestion that you think. I have never said that. You said that you are born handsome, but only in fact." Yan Yan said directly, and finally he was afraid that he would think about the left again, and said: " Master Huai Yin is also very handsome, isn't it?"

"Huai Yin Shi Shu is a monk." Sang Chen's face turned white, but still stubborn.

Yan Yan lowered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at him. He said: "This has nothing to do with family."

Sang Chen's face was pale, and even the lip color of the same moisturizing color was like paper. Compared with the coming of the eyebrows, it was a **** from the sky.

Sang Chen likes Yan Yan, I don’t know when I started, why is it? He doesn’t even know that this is like, just want to be close to her, want to see her, even if she is murdered every time, my heart is very happy, I can see it in my heart. I’m happy for a few days, and I’ve thought privately that if I can hold my hands and my old age, I can’t sleep without thinking about it. But he really felt that he couldn't match his face, no family, no relatives, wandering around, and sometimes not eating, so he never dared to have any thoughts until he got what he thought was a "hint". Only when I got the courage to go to the family to ask for a kiss, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to see one or two people in the same place. I couldn’t sleep for a few days and did ten dollars, although it was not worth it... at least he thought so.

Sang Chen didn't know the value of his own platform. He only thought that the craft was complicated. But after all, it was just a few pieces of mud. I am afraid it is not worth a few dollars. When I saw the fall of the stage, I thought it was To the face of Boling Cui's!

"Wen Yu Xian Shu's mother is more, you are such a person, you can find a person who knows the heart, considerate and warm." Yan Yan did not want to say this sentence with a high rate of rejection, but she saw this The deputy lost soul, still can not help but sincerely comforted a sentence.

Sang Chen nodded unconsciously, turned back, and walked out two steps to barely stabilize himself. He never looked back. He only said: "Mother is going back soon, and it has been uneven recently."

Yan Yan sighed, watching his fluttering back, both sad and funny, he even appeared after the blow. I thought that even the friends didn't have to do it in the future, and Yan Yan felt that she was somewhat lost.

Yan Yan’s heart, isn’t he often mad at him to kill a corpse? When did you treat him as a friend? She shook her head and called the song blue and the evening green to return to Mei Lan.

Song Lan did not hear the conversation between the two, but she saw the change of Sang Chen's look, and pulled up the hand of Yan Yan, writing in her palm: he was very affectionate about you.

Yan Yan nodded and said.

Song Blue hesitated, continue to write: If you marry him, he will certainly hold you in the palm of your hand.

Yan Yan smiled and said: "I know."

But can his hands hold for a generation? Yan Yan has always shown the attitude of a strong woman. Her past life only has work, but all the work she has handed in is not under her control. If she wants, she can protect herself with her own strength and even protect another. half. But those are all appearances. When she was very tired, she also hoped that someone could hold up a sky for her when she was tired, and give her strength when she was awakened by night nightmare.

Unfortunately, this past life has never met such a person.

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