The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Yan Yan felt that she had made a long and boring dream.

The dreams are very messy, and many pictures are swept away like waves. She is like a boat in the ocean. As the waves rise and fall, the dizziness is blurred.

This feeling has continued, she wants to vomit, but the stomach is empty, it is very difficult. Gradually, all of them felt pain and difficulty breathing. She gasped heavily and groaned in pain.

"A Yan, A Yan?"

When she gritted her teeth, she suddenly heard a very nice voice, mellow, magnetic, like a feather touching the apex, like... that night, the first time I heard it in the jungle.

She still remembers that when he was full of **, the voice was the sexiest.

"A Yan."

Yan Yan listened to a cry, suddenly fell into a darkness, her eyes could feel a little light, so I wanted to open my eyes.

Only this most simple action, she felt that she spent all her strength.

Looking in the middle of the line, Yan Yan saw the familiar handsome face, just a messy, looking old and old.

"A Yan." Xiao Yu instantly blinked, his eyes swelled. He reached out and stroked the face of Yan Yan. "When you wake up, you don't know, how much children think of you."

Child, what about you? Ever thought about me? Yan Yan wanted to ask, but it was difficult to make a sound, and a stun came, and Yan Yan frowned slightly.

When she was uncomfortable, her forehead was slightly hot, but Xiao Yu was as usual, and she fell a kiss on her forehead.

"Nine, you woke up?" Liu Qingsong came in with the soup, saw Yan Yan blink, quickly put the bowl down, and hurriedly asked: "Do you still recognize me? Or is the body conscious?"

After a stun of the past, Yan Yan carefully recalled, did she hit her brain before she fainted? But immediately thought of Liu Qingsong's thinking, can not think of using normal logic, it is too lazy to care about him.

As for the body... it hurts that she hates having to ask, how could she be unaware.

"Don't be noisy." Xiao Yu cold and cold.

"Kiuro, you don't know me when you see Jiuyi, is it a memory loss?" Liu Qingsong lowered his voice and worried.

Xiao Yu looked at Yan Yan. From her eyes, he could confirm that she had no memory loss. She ignored Liu Qingsong and smiled slightly: "First drink some soup, let me send some porridge later. ”

Lying down, I swallowed the soup that Xiao Yu was feeding.

Drinking and drinking, I fell asleep and slept.

After the 6th and 7th, although I can eat some liquid food, it has always been the case. Xiao Yu specifically asked a lot of doctors, knowing that this is a normal phenomenon of excessive blood loss, only to let go of the heart.

Yan Yan can't move, and can't make a sound. Xiao Yu can guess her needs from her subtle expression. When she is bored, tell her a story. The story that Xiao Yu said is basically a type, but it just happens to match Yan’s preferences.

In addition to the story, Xiao Yu occasionally talked to her about the situation in the DPRK.

After half a month, the small injuries on Yan Yan’s body were all smashed, and some of them had fallen off. Xiao Yu specially made the craftsman make a shoulder that could lie down and finally returned to his home to cultivate.

During this time, the opposite was achieved, and the basic results were achieved under the unanimous determination of the old people.

The Hanwang Li Yuanchang, Hou Junji, Li Anzhen, Du He, and Zhao Jie, who participated in the rebellion, were sentenced to the family. However, in view of Mrs. Zhao’s great deeds and the death of Du’s family, Mrs. Zhao taught no way and was a woman. In addition, the dynasty Hou Junji made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty. When he kept a scent of incense, he specially married his wife and sister, the woman, and the official, and became a monk.

At this point, the crimes of participating in the opposite are all fixed, only to be executed. However, Li Chengmin’s crimes have been arguing endlessly. When Li Shimin asked, the old people said that according to the "Tang Law," it should be awkward. According to the truth, how should it be? No one dares to say that Li Chenghao must .

Xiao Yu was just because of the serious injury of Yan Yan, just to avoid this storm.

Xiao Fuzhong.

Xiao Yu took a bowl of bone soup and advised: "A Yan, take another drink."

"Don't drink, you always say that it is the last bite. I have to go to the toilet frequently." Yan Yan frowned, his voice was dull.

What makes Yan Yan's headache is that Xiao Yu is always working on things like waiting for the toilet. She feels that it is valuable to see the truth, but it will always be embarrassing, and the beauty between men and women may be worn away in a few days. So drinking soup has already left a shadow in her mind.

"But, wait for two hours to drink again." Xiao Yu put down the bowl, wiped the greasy hands, said: "Do you have real consciousness in your lower limbs?"

"Xiao Yuzhi, I found that you become naive. Liu Qingsong’s unreliable guy can also believe it?" Yan Yan frowned.

Xiao Yu shook his head, but he said in his mouth: "But what he said, even if I don't understand medicine, I feel a bit credible."

Yan Yandao: "Which is so easy to smash? Only the spinal cord is damaged, it will be paralyzed. I was calculating well. When I pierced the needle into the body, the other party must stop at a moment, so that it falls. The strength of the coming will be at least half weakened, not enough to destroy my spinal cord, otherwise how would I be willing to expose my back to the enemy?"

Yan Yan was lucky. She deliberately leaned on her body, but the knife still landed near the spine. Fortunately, she did not hurt the spine. Otherwise, even if it might not be paralyzed, the lower body would really lose its feeling. The direct result is that it is difficult to control the bowel movements.

Xiao Yan frowned, "So, he is sick again."

When Liu Qingsong suffers a major blow, he will subconsciously escape and use his virtual stories to paralyze himself. He is afraid of a slap in the face, no less than Xiao Yu, so that he wishful thinking that things are progressing as you imagined. . No matter how bad the process is, the result is always perfect.

"It seems that A Yun can't make him feel at ease." Yan Yan sighed. In some respects, Liu Qingsong’s stubbornness and Sang Chen’s fight.

Xiao Yu listened to Yan Yan, saying that he had nothing to do, slightly let go of his heart, did not think deeply about the words of Yan Yan, and said: "A Yan, I have something to discuss with you."

"What?" Yan Yan looked at him.

"When the new Chu Jun is certain, I will resign. I have a lot of land in Chang'an, and there is a knight, and there is no problem in food and clothing." Xiao Yu said.

After two recent events, Xiao Yu believes that any **** is unreliable, or that personal protection is more secure. However, as a minister of the Ministry of Justice, he has a heavy daily affairs and cannot always pay attention to the situation at home.

Yan Yan was silent for a long while, said: "I want to promise, but I also understand that I am not suitable for such a leisurely life. If I am not destined to die, I would rather be hacked and not want to be killed. And you, touch your heart and tell I, are you really mediocre?"

"How to say this is unlucky!" Xiao Yu frowned and said: "It is also a skill to grow seeds without being mediocre."

This sentence sounds like a refutation of Yan Yan, but in fact has expressed his most real thoughts inside, he is definitely not a person who is willing to pay attention to the landscape.

For a real man, giving family wealth and prosperity is only a manifestation of their achievements. They are the added value of their pursuit of career. They love rights, just like women love to dress up. Most of the time, no reason is needed.

"Xiao Yuzhi." Yan Yan whispered: "Resign after ten years, you should be clearer than me, rebellion, the storage will not be guaranteed, so the time of turmoil will not be very long. I am in this turmoil. I have eaten so much bitterness, and when I get to the next level, I let me give up what I have been pursuing for a long time. I am scared."

Xiao Yu looked at her, from a smile to a big laugh, "A Yan, really a confidant!"

Yan Yan quietly smiles.

The autumn wind that has been blown is already slightly cool.

There are many outdoor leaves, and the sun is shining in the afternoon. On the stone steps outside the Ci'en Temple, the young man in a gray robes clenches his hands and brooms a little bit.

The place that had just been swept, and soon the dead leaves fell, and the youth immediately returned to re-sweep.

The sun was mottled on him and his face, and a beautiful face was reflected. He sweeps the floor and is obsessed with it, immersed in his own world, as if he does not know that there are so many or voyeuristic or onlookers.

"Mr. Sang is really handsome..." Someone couldn't help but sigh and admire, and immediately ushered in a tribute.

In fact, the reason why Sang Chen was sent to sweep the ground was entirely accidental. Once, Sang Suiyuan felt uncomfortable in his heart. He went to see Mr. Huai Jing’s explanation for him. When he was quiet, he said that he had distracting thoughts and sent him to the temple door to sweep the leaves.

Since that day, the abbot found that the pilgrims in the temple were significantly more than before. The abbot, full of calmness and wisdom, quickly found the reason. From then on, he often sent Sangchen to the door to sweep the leaves, especially in this autumn season, the best season to sweep the leaves, naturally will not let go.

Sang Chen swept from the morning to the evening, the square door was about to close, and the onlookers dispersed.

Sang Chen swept to the bottom of the lower level, looked back, but found that it was full of fallen leaves, decided to go back and sweep again, then, there is a fat little shame on the top: "Uncle Shi, meal!" ”

"Oh, I know." Sang Chen said.

Xiao Shami got a response and ran off to grab the meal.

Sang Chen used the broom to fiddle with the fallen leaves on the ground, thinking about whether it was after the meal was over, or after the sweep.

During the meditation, there was a loud noise, and Sang Chen only felt that there was a strong wind in front of him. There was an object falling straight from him, and he screamed at his feet.

He stared at the beautiful "object" on the ground with a sleek, curved curve.

The beautiful object climbed up with his waist and covered his face with his sleeves. He said: "The male, the slave is just passing, you haven't seen anything."

After all, he rushed to the square in the twilight.

Sang Chen turned back and looked around, muttering: "Where there is a common man."

In the present, only the prime minister can be called Xianggong... Is this little girl falling out of trouble?

He looked up again and looked at the sky filled with pink clouds. He stood still for a long while, and his mind kept echoing the word "over" that the woman said.

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