The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Yan Yunsheng saw the look of Yan Yan’s enquiry. He sat down in front of him and smiled. “The Sujia and the drug king Sujia in Jushui County are a vein. In the same year, Su Shibai was in the medical department, because he needed to take over the Su family in the first year. Then he resigned and returned to his hometown. When he left, Yang Lan sent him a pair of Hu Ji sisters. I heard that the two Hu Jiyan were compelling, and the mortal people were all fascinated."

The appearance of Su Fu appears in Yan Yan’s mind. From his appearance, he can see that his mother’s color is extraordinary.

"Not long after, Su Shibai gave one of his daughters to his cousin Su Ling, Su Ling is also the father of Mrs. Su." Yun Yunsheng sighed, and the glory of the glory of the light, "Su Ling on this The name of Hu Ji can be described as a long-lasting sentiment. Since she started, Su Ling has never been stunned. The original diverticulum has also been issued, and Su Ling’s early death has not been born, so this pulse will be followed by Su Ling. Only Mrs. Su is a mother."

"Is the name of Mrs. Su?" asked Yan Yan.

Min Yunsheng recalled it and said with uncertainty: "It seems that the name calls Su Shi, the small word returns."

Yan Yan suddenly understood, Mrs. Su's small words, and Su Fu's word is a period, perhaps the sisters are homesick, will take the name of "return".

Thinking of this, Yan Yan will no longer be interested in knowing more. I can only see it from the words "return". This is not a happy experience. Except for the case, Yan Yan is rarely interested in human tragedy.

When Yun Yunsheng saw her look, she said: "A Yan is a good rest, I will handle some things, and come back to you at night."

"The ten brothers are busy, I will take care of myself." Yan Yan's pale and delicate face floated with a faint smile, and he gave it to Yun Yunsheng to leave.

Although Yan Yan is somewhat dizzy, she does not let herself fall asleep. If she sleeps much in the daytime, she will be bored at night.

In the courtyard, Liu Qingsong turned and went, and Sang Chen was sitting on the ladder.

After Liu Qingsong turned for dozens of laps, he turned back and stared steadily at Sang Chen. "Mr. Sang, are there any laws?"

Sang Chen looked up at him with awe-inspiring look: "If you are guilty, please don't forgive you, then you have to use the final solution."

Liu Qingsong grasped his hand and was grateful for his zero and full of anticipation: "Mr. Sang please."

"Mr. Liu is not as good as she is in front of her mother, forgiveness." Sang Chen said.

Liu Qingsong’s face was stiff and silent for a long time. His eyes gradually became firmer, the autumn wind blew, and the robes were lifted. The atmosphere was solemn. He suddenly said dryly: “Is there any other way?”

Sang Chen insisted: "I am so sincere to see you so sincerely, I will forgive you, this is the best way."

Liu Qingsong stared at Sang Chen and wanted to find out a little joke from his look, but that Wang Qing’s eyes were not only serious but serious. Liu Qingsong has no doubt that if Sang Chen is standing in his situation today, he will really go to death and plead guilty.

"Is Dr. Liu actually a greedy and fearful person?" Sang Chen suspicion.

Liu Qingsong turned around and took care of the horns. I thought you were brave than me? Obviously not! But than to be obsessed, Liu Qingsong was willing to go down the wind. Now he immediately adjusted his status and put on a look of generosity and sentiment. He turned around. "Mr. Sang! Although I have not read many books, I have read many books. You can't insult the personality underneath. Isn't it greedy and fearful of death? Is it a brave person to blame sin? No! This is what a coward can do. In the next man, dare to be dare, how can you not bear it, but just want to It’s a filial piety.

Liu Qingsong gasped his mouth and looked at Sang Chen and looked at him with amazement, and he couldn’t help himself.

Sang Chen returned to the soul and lost his mind: "Dr. Liu, who has read a book and read a lot of books, is it read or not?"

Liu Qingsong was discouraged. He didn't know that the rabbit's focus was always different from that of ordinary people, but suddenly there was a flash of light in his mind, and he waved his hand: "Go! Let's go out."

After all, the sang’s big sleeves were taken away, and while walking, it was obvious that Sang Chen was counted as his own front. “I decided to buy a gift for Yan Yan, and then apologize sincerely.”

This method is the most reliable way that Liu Qingsong can think of. In fact, Yan Yan is a direct person. As long as she apologizes sincerely, she is very likely to accept it.

The solution is a reliable approach, the key is that the people who do things are not reliable.

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After half an hour.

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In the largest tea house in Jushui County, Liu Qingsong and Sang Chen were sitting in tears and sitting in the stage of the performance. The master on the stage was performing wonderfully.

"Talking" is also a storytelling. The storytelling that is said in the general restaurant is nothing more than a Buddhist story. This is quite fresh in Jushui County. The "Jade Head" is the story of Emperor Wu and Mrs. Li.

There are also interspersed wars in the book, and the court is full of emotions, and the most tender is the most touching. Even Liu Qingsong, who read a lot of books, admire people who write this book, it is wonderful!

Liu Qingsong is relatively more fond of gossip, such as historical secrets and intimate emotional stories, while Sang Chen is concentrated.

It coincides with this talk about the Yanmen Guanxiong Xiongnu, a young man named Qi Liang who showed off the brides in his family to the soldiers. Liu Qingsong added Xiao Er to the tea, and while filling the mouth with a small snack, he evaluated the contents of the story. "This Qiliang will definitely die."

“Why?” Sang Chen was somewhat unhappy, because Qi Liang was a young and daring young man who was brave and conscientious. Looking at the future, how could he die?

Liu Qingsong did not think that he said: "Don't you look at the words? From the stories of the past to the present, but wherever handsome, affectionate, and miss your wife on the journey, or have an unfulfilled wish, it is inevitable will die."

The voice of his voice fell, and the storytelling master on the stage mourned the death of Qi Liang. The tea merchants at the stage suddenly regretted it, and some even sighed with tears.

In a word, Sang Chen stunned, and he did not react.

Soon, the story returned to Mrs. Li of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the two reunited.

On the stage, Mrs. Li was said to be seriously ill, and the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty repeatedly asked for it but was rejected by Mrs. Li.

In the tea house, the light and shadow gradually moved, and the blazing sun gradually turned golden red. The master of the book review rested several times.

In the end, after Mrs. Li’s death, Emperor Wu recruited the alchemist to recall the lady’s soul. He looked at the figure like Mrs. Li and wrote: “It’s evil? Non-evil? Stand and look, why?” It’s late.”

is it you? No? Standing up and watching, my heart is anxious, why haven't they arrived yet? A word of thought is full of thoughts.

Liu Qingsong and Sang Chen are already bursting into tears.

Sang Chen was a little shy and wiped his face. Liu Qingsong laughed and said: "With the distant brothers, we are all temperamental, temperamental."

From the tea house, it was already the beginning of the Hua Deng. The two people who originally wanted to buy gifts drank a cup of tea and lost a few drops of tears.

Sang Chen is still immersed in the story, and he is very embarrassed. "The distance between the world is no more than the yin and yang."

"No." Liu Qingsong answered.

Sang Chen voted for the eyes of the inquiry, Liu Qingsong’s smile: “The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but you are standing in front of her, but she does not know that you love her.”

Liu Qing’s words meant that Sang Chen’s cheeks were red, and the whispered: “My mother knows that she has shown her heart to her.”

Liu Qingsong’s voice continued lazily: “The farthest distance in the world is not that you are standing in front of her, but she does not know that you love her.”

"Liu brother, why are you always inconsistent?" Sang Chen frowned.

"But you love her, but she doesn't love you." Liu Qingsong ignored him and continued: "The farthest distance in the world, not that you love her, but she does not love you, but you love her but afraid of her." ""

Sang Chen stayed in the footsteps, because he was afraid, so he did not dare to approach, so he could only look at her from afar.

Liu Qingsong patted Sang Chen's shoulder deeply. "Brother, I don't ask you better, but in terms of feelings, the brother is coming over..."

"You are also like this?" Sang Chen eyes staring at Liu Qingsong, as if he had found an alliance.

"I am different from you." Liu Qingsong looked up at the faint eyebrows of the sky, and said: "I am not born, I am old, I am old... Hey, I like women, I can only bring She went to see the goldfish."

Sang Chen was confused. Although he did not understand this, he did understand the poems in the first half of the sentence. The general meaning is that he has never met a favorite mother. When he likes someone, he is old.

It sounds very bleak, but Liu Qingsong is now only twenty-six, six, how can it be old?遂 Consolation said: "Liu Xiong is a young man, it is not a ten-year old, and that mother will grow up."

Liu Qingsong shook his head bitterly and sighed: "Loli, it will never grow up." Even if one grows up, there will be a new one.

"Is the mother of Liu Xiu's love called Loli?" Sang Chen did not care about the meaning of Liu Qingsong's words. He shyly said: "It's still a good name..."

Liu Qingsong opened his mouth and was mad at the other. On the one hand, he felt that something had been forgotten... about the beauty...

"Ah!" Liu Qingsong screamed and grabbed Sang Chen's sleeves: "Hurry, see if there are any shops left! We forgot to buy gifts."

When Sang Chen still had a reply in the future, he was pulled and ran back.

The drums of the curfew have begun to ring, and after five knocks, they are still on the street.

The car is in a hurry, this car will be used up for dinner, Xiao Yu and her words.

"The case is closed?" asked Yan Yan.

Xiao Yu smiled faintly: "Not yet, although Luo Ling confessed to murder, he refused to provide the process of the crime. From arrest to now, he is not willing to cooperate, so he is still looking for evidence."

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