The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Yan Yan wrote the gift list and handed it to the butler, and then turned to see the present.

This is a 70-year-old man, a gray-brown robes on a skinny body, covered with a light gray coat, a slightly squat on the back, carrying a pear tree cane, silky silver Falling, neatly nested a beggar on the top of the head, inserted a sandalwood. Even though it has been faltering, but through the elegance, it is a glimpse of the old man who knows it.

"It is the transcript of Mr. Feng Chengsu Feng. You are?" Yan Yanguan old man pale, pale and thin face with slight swelling, showing that the body is not healthy.

The old man sighed, and the dull voice took the peculiar trembling sound of the old man.

In the south of the world, the name was immediately raised in Yan Yan’s mind. Thus, she thought of the emptiness of the silence in the fire, that is his relatives.

When he learned the truth of the two kings in his life, he always tried to borrow and read it. He himself was very good at calligraphy. His copybook is also the treasure of the world. For Feng Chengsu's transcript, Naturally, there is little interest.

"Ye Gong, how come you personally!" Zheng Langjun just pulled out from a group of courtiers and stunned, and saw the world, his face was strange, and he immediately bowed his hand in a respectful manner.

After smashing the south jaw, he raised his hand slightly and motioned that he did not need to pay more. "Mr. Li's wife is a long life, how can she not come?"

The birthday of the old lady, there are so many court ministers to congratulate, not because of Zheng Rentai’s relationship. The old lady was born in the seventh room of Li Shi’s family. She was a prominent figure in the world. She was also involved in the regime during the late rebellion. It is a kind of military-like sergeant in the princess of Pingyang, and her mind is not comparable to her.

Moreover, Mrs. Li is also a singer of heavy etiquette. She can make poems and songs, and her chess skills are exquisite. Therefore, regardless of the military commander, she will sell her face.

Under the help of Zheng Langjun, Yu Shinan took two steps. Suddenly, when she thought that the little girl had been talking to herself, she always looked like she was not in a hurry. She turned around and saw that she was quietly watching her away. Asked: "Which mother are you?"

The voice of Yu Shinan was not great, but it caught the attention of a courtier. The people originally did not pay special attention to a little girl. Even if they were calm and look good, they would not make these imperial courts and other ministers look at each other differently. However, when they are so quiet and eager to care about this kind of thing, they are not allowed to Curious.

Yan Yan’s salute and replied: “The child is Suzhou’s seventeen mothers.”

When she saw that she was very polite, she was quiet and watery, but there was no trepidation. He said, "Jiangnan is a good place..."

There have been several times in the south of the Yangtze River, and every time there is a harvest. If he has not moved, Xu will go to see it again.

Zheng Langjun walked to the banquet hall of the Western Court in the south.

Yan Yan got up and handed the copybook in his hand to the butler.

This small wave soon subsided, and some people looked at it a bit more, but in addition to feeling that she was more calm, I could not see anything special. As for beauty, Chang'an has never been lacking. If they see more, they will naturally not look at it.

Yan Yan handed over the gift and went back with the rhyme.

In the face of so many people, Xiao Yu did not rush to talk, just like the officials nearby, gave gifts, and then went to the banquet hall with other colleagues who were going to worship.

"Seventeen sisters, you are so bold, I look at my legs are soft."

Yan Yan bent her lips and went back to the path with her. She planned to wait for the courtiers to pass. When they borrowed the old lady and everyone, they just sneaked in.

Looking at this battle, Yan Yan asked about Mrs. Li’s wife.

Yu Yun was very impressed with Yan Yan, and while walking, he poured out all the things he knew.

Li Xiu Ning, the coach of the Yijun Army, was a military genius. He would have suffered a few defeats in her hands. When Li Shimin fought in the north of Fujian, he mainly relied on the participation of Princess Pingyang and the maiden army to fight against the enemy.

When attacking Chang'an, Li Yuan went through the Yellow River and entered Guanzhong. Princess Pingyang selected more than 10,000 soldiers and Li Shimin to meet on the north bank of the river. The two men each led an army, each with its own shogunate, and Mrs. Li was one of the members of the Yijun shogunate.

After Li Yuan became enthroned, he sealed his daughter as Princess Pingyang and homophonic "Ping Yang", meaning that she was one of the heroes of the Pingding Sui Dynasty. As the aide of the former Supreme Army shogunate, Mrs. Li’s wife only took a title in the martial arts years and retired behind the scenes.

Yan Yan gave a sigh of relief, and she did not really dedicate her birthday to the public. Otherwise, she would see their intentions clearly with the eyes of the world. It is very difficult to grasp the initiative in front of such a person, only to take chances.

When you arrive at the banquet hall, you can find out from the outside that the male and female guests are sitting on both sides. The male left and the female are right. The female guest is separated by a veil, which can be accessed from the side door without going through the main entrance.

As Yan Yan imagined, a large group of courtiers congratulated Mrs. Li on his congratulations on the longevity. The two men entered the side door and sneaked into the house against the wall to see where Roche and Yumei were located. They hurriedly walked away. past.

"Have it done?" Roche asked softly.

Yan Yan gently snorted.

Roche looked at Yun Yun and saw her smile and nod. The heart that had been carrying was put down, and the expression was a bit more natural than before.

Those imperial officials also went to the official office in the afternoon to see the matter. The ceremony sent a congratulatory message. Simply sing a word or two and then screamed and went all out. The atmosphere in the banquet hall was obviously much easier.

At the beginning of the banquet, the music started, and there were dancers who sneaked in from the small doors on both sides of the main entrance and danced with the music on the open space in the center.

All of this is very fresh for Yan Yan, so she is also very focused, even though she does not know anything about music and dance.

After watching it for a while, Yan Yan felt a bit boring. It was a time to touch a small half-tea, but there were not many movements. The so-called neon feather dance is still in the next few decades.

At the end of the banquet, Lang Jun proposed to play poetry orders to give a message to Heshou. Mrs. Li is a poetry. It is naturally very happy to get such a birthday.

Yan Yan’s heart is bitter, and if it’s her turn, I’m afraid I’ll lose face in front of the full-length An’s!

She thought about it, and even in her mind, there was no inventory of Heshou poetry...

Fortunately, only Lang Jun is the main one, and some of the ink in the belly will occasionally be served a few, and everyone is more polite, but no one deliberately martyrdom.

Roche has no meaning in this regard. Like Yan Yan, he squints and occasionally licks a cup of water.

Looking at the calm face on her face, she was very nervous. She remembered that once the autopsy was on the scene, the police found the trap of the murderer. The house was equipped with a time bomb. She is now more than a second and a second. The tension of falling time is more than that.

Until Mrs. Li’s wife was exhausted, all the talents rested. At this time, there were already more than ten Heshou poems. Although Mrs. Li was very tired, she looked very happy. When she said a few words of thanks, she pleaded guilty and left.

Yan Yan was completely relieved.

She thought that she would have a feast, but she didn't want to, Zheng Zheng was still ready to talk about the rest, saying that if there is no urgent matter, then please sit in the past.

There are not many people leaving, Roche will naturally miss this good opportunity.

"Mother, why didn't you see Wang Hao?"

Roche shook his head and motioned her not to talk.

"How many people are Suzhou's family?" When I was about to turn, I suddenly asked for a crisp voice.

A few people turned their backs and turned back. Roche saw an awkward questioning, but he was dressed very decently, and he was not worse than the mother of the straight family. He had a dignified smile on his face and replied: "Exactly. ”

The aunt's eyes circulated, and he passed slightly on the rhyme, Yan Yan, and Yan Meiyu people. He smiled and said: "You can ask the slaves to find them. Which one is the seventeen mothers?"

Yan Yan paused, and said: "What is the girl looking for me?"

"Sinners at the end of autumn, my old lady has to ask for the seventeen mothers to talk." At the end of autumn, with a smile, looked at Yan Yan and looked at her and bowed to her.

A few people were a little surprised, and Yan Yan was somewhat puzzled. She sent the word to the present, and the old lady should have no time to know about it. Or is it a slogan? Or did the housekeeper specifically report the matter?

In a flash, Yan Yan’s heart passed a lot of possibilities. She looked at Roche and saw her smile and nodded. She turned and said, “Let the girl bring it.”

When Yan Yan turned around, her eyes inadvertently saw the beautiful jade and the rhyme, and the rhyme was full of joy, and the beautiful jade turned her head to one side. She felt that something was wrong, but she didn't think much, and she left with the end of autumn.

There was a faint voice behind him. "What happened to your legs?"

"I just fell a mile..."

Because of the farther and farther away, the words behind me are not really good.

"A girl at the end of the autumn, dare to ask the old lady what is wrong with me?" Yan Yan understands that an aunt may not know the inside story, but still asks.

At the end of autumn, people are very kind, with a little fat on the face, laughing can squeeze out two shallow dimples. "The slaves don't know, the old lady is talking to the grandfather, and Ling Dong's sister is serving in the house, she is telling. I am coming."

"Thank you." Yan Yan went with her to the back of the West House.

I didn’t dare in the end of autumn.

From the small intestine path, I almost stopped when I went to the side door of the front yard. At the end of autumn, I stopped. "Mother, please wait in the middle of the room, and ask the slave to ask Lingdong, when the old lady can see you conveniently."

"You have to work for you." Yan Yan said politely. Looking around, there were many acolytes standing under the gallery. There were also awaiters waiting to be heard in the veranda, and they lifted their feet into the inner room.

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