The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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The meal delivered by Yingmei was so light, a fried tofu, a small green vegetable, and a short wooden barrel filled with rice, enough for four people to eat.

I saw these two dishes in the late green, and my face was green. "Mom, wouldn't it be this month?"

“What's wrong with green vegetables and tofu?” Yan Yan sat down in front of her, took chopsticks and said: “You also eat together, there are other things to do after eating.”

There is an unquestionable deterrent between Yan Yan’s speech, and the individual sits silently next to him.

During the period of the Zhenguan period, it was a meal-sharing system. Everyone had a small number in front of them. They each ate each other, whether they were eating at home or at a banquet. It was a difficult condition to share a disk like this.

Late green flat mouth, bowed rice in the bowl, full of grievances, she did not feel that she was wronged, but for the grievances of Yan Yan, obviously can return to the main house immediately, retired Qin Silang's marriage contract, and Yan Jia The marriage is almost talked about, and the future is a good one. Who knows that in the end, it is still a mirror, but just change the place to eat green vegetables and tofu.

After dinner, Yan Yan walked around the courtyard and felt that time was almost up, and led the late green to the Lord.

When you look at the Mei Long at night, you can only distinguish that the house is built with bamboo and wood. It is hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest. It is also a paradise. The daylight is full of light, you can clearly see that these houses are very worn, and some wooden houses are due to perennial It is damp and already crumbling. In addition to the Buddhist temple built in front of the stone brick, the courtyard of Yan Yan’s residence looks the latest, it should be for the reception of pilgrims, and the only place that has the honor to be renovated.

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After Merlin, I can already see the bamboo house hidden in the woods. Yan Yanguang glanced at the green night. "You can slap a cow again with your mouth."

Late green is biased, and the two corners of the mouth are pulled apart. It is ugly to laugh than crying. It is stiff: "Does mother look like this?"

Late Green is a kind of **** that can't hide your mind. If you like it, you don't like it. You can't accept it with joy. Yan Yan knows her sex, and he will faintly say: "You still squat, lest you take it. You are the monster."

Late green eyes wide open, looked at the stunned face of the sullen face, and looked up, "Mother will actually laugh."

"It's weird. If you see funny things, it's a joke to say it." Yan Yantou did not return to the ground.

Evening green didn't care about her words, and smiled and smacked it. "It's still a good mother. What kind of "long door resentment" you read before, listening to it is miserable, although the slaves don't understand much. Poetry and poetry, I also heard that my heart is cold, and such things are still not good to watch."

"I don't understand much. Legend has it that you used to be accompanied. How can you be so bad? From tomorrow, you will accompany me to copy the Buddhist scriptures and copy the medical books." Yan Yan looked at her leisurely and looked at her lips.

Late green and black with a small face, swearing: "How does the mother want to toss the slaves today, the slave is the most impatient to literate something."

Yan Yan ignored her and raised her hand on the threshold. "When the Seventeen Niangniang came to visit, can the Lord be there?"

After stopping for a while, I saw no one coming in the evening. I was trying to reach out and slammed the door. The door slammed open. A woman who was about forty years old and her hands sang a Buddha’s number. "The priest’s morning class has just ended. As it happens, please come in."

“Thank you.” Yan Yan also returned to a Buddhist ceremony, as she went to the main house.

A few people took off their shoes under the gallery. They just stood on the gallery. There was an old voice in the room. "The net is smashing, is it that the seventeen mothers are coming?"

The middle-aged woman was slightly stunned: "It’s seventeen mothers."

There was no sound in the room, and the net turned and said: "Please come in."

When the door is opened, there is a thick sandalwood fragrance inside. The light inside the house is dim. Only in the morning light coming in from the door, can you see the Buddha statue on the opposite side of the two-foot-high white porcelain painted with gold. There was a bronze scented incense burner in front of it, and a futon was placed in front of it. On the inside of the futon in the middle, a smocked female was sitting on the top of the futon.

"Children are the seventeen mothers of the 冉, have seen the lord." Yan Yan slightly owed.

"Old Nie has already heard the reputation of the seventeen mothers, do not have to pay more, please sit down." The lord slightly reached out and gestured to face the futon on his opposite side.

Yan Yan’s heart sighs. In ancient times, the rapid spread of rumors was no worse than the era when the message was developed. In less than a month, even the nunnery who had been cleaned had heard about her.

After sitting down, Yan Yan was able to see the coveted old nun in front of her face. The facial skin was loose like pine bark. Her cheeks grew a few pieces of age spots, and she was skinny. She could clearly see the shape of her face and her lips began to shrink. The mouth slammed in, the eyelids sagged slightly, and never opened.

The wind and the candle are still alive, and the current appearance of the Lord is interpreting these four words.

"Dr. Nie had a few days of bone-fighting surgery in the early years. If the seventeen-naughter did not disregard it, could he let Lao Ni touch the bone?" The old and hoarse voice of the Lord took the subtle tremor of the elderly, making the calm voice sound more. The hint of a request made this sudden topic seem less awkward.

"Okay." Yan Yan did not see the bones with her own eyes, but she was very interested in this, looking for a lot of related books to study, but in the end did not see the connection between a person's fate and bones.

The lord put the beads in his hand on a few, and stretched out his hand forward. "The seventeen mothers gave her hands to Lao Ni."

Yan Yan Yi Yan put it up, the main dry and rough hand squeezed the fingers of Yan Yan gently touched, and then along the palm of the hand, the bones of the arm were touched again, and then changed another hand, and finally It is the skull.

The house was quiet, only sandalwood, and subtle clothing.

"Hey Lord." Net 垣 stood outside the door: "The door is coming, saying that the late Green Girl is an important witness in a recent murder case. Today, the public is open for public trial, please pass the Green Girl in the past to testify."

The Lord continued to touch the bones in a quiet manner, and Yan Yan did not bother to disturb, until everything was finished, Yan Yan said: "Late green, go, take silver from Xing Niang, hire a car back at night. The Tuen Mun sent someone to send you, and don't deny it."

"Yes." Late Green owed the debt, and the net was taken out of the hospital.

"The seventeen mothers are not good for a long time..."

After a moment of silence, the Lord finally opened his mouth to break the silence. "But it seems that these dissatisfaction is not a big deal for you. You can't be successful in your old age, only on the choice of the husband."

Yan Yan does not comment, and these words sound very unprofessional. They do not provide any basis for drawing this conclusion. It sounds more unreliable than the deceitful gods on the street.

"Oh, Lao Niyi is not refined, can't see a deeper number of lives." The voice of the Lord's hoarse voice slowly said: "Just heard that the seventeen mothers have a good medical skill, and they will be examined, so they are curious, please also seventeen. Niang Mo wants to blame the old man."

Yan Yan looked at her, not screaming at the beads, and I didn’t know if it was a bit of a fake. I only replied: "The main words are heavy."

The lord took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said: "From the future, you will be quietly rehabilitated in the shackles. It is also a layman. I have prepared a name for you here. In the future, only the name is commensurate with the name. ""

"The laborer is bothered." Yan Yan straightened his hands and took the paper. When he sat back, he saw the lord slowly licking the beads, and no longer meant to speak. He took a ritual and got up and retire.

Xiao Man early has been waiting outside the door, seeing Yan Yan slightly owed, "Mother, the late green sister asked the slave to serve you."

Yan Yan snorted and put on her shoes under her service.

"The nun who guarded the door came to report, saying that Shiro had come, and it was not convenient to enter the middle of the forest. The bamboo forest outside the door was waiting for it." Xiao Man squatted down and helped Yan Yan to understand the skirt. He looked up and said: "Mother can go back and change." A dress?"

"That's it." Yan Yan has no friends. Xing Niang and Late Green are very close to her, but they are always the master servants. They always lack some equal feelings. They can come over, but they will sweep away the dullness of the heart. a bit.

Yan Yan stepped and walked outside, and Xiaoman ran a small ran to catch up.

Net 垣 looked at the backs of the two people, walked into the main house, sat down on the futon where Yan Yanfang sat, whispered: "Hey Lord?"

"Yeah." The Lord responded with a sigh of relief, slowly opening a pair of clear eyes.

Everyone saw her close her eyes, always thought it was because of eye diseases, no one would have thought that a drooping old man had such a clear and clear eye. However, these eyes are not so fascinating because they have no vitality.

"I don't know why, I actually found out that there have been several fateful people in her generation." The eyes of the Lord's clear eyes floated a doubt.

"Several?" The net face of an ordinary face also showed a bit of surprise. "Is it a dead man?"

The meaning of net shackles is that after a husband passed away, he married another person and died several consecutive husbands. Is it not the life of the late husband?

The lord slowly shook his head and sighed. "Anzhi is a blessing or a curse."

There was a bit of doubt in the eyes of the net, and it was just a sigh. The number of things was originally a mysterious and mysterious. Who knows what it will become? No matter what it is, it does not matter, and your own life has been fixed.

The wind passes through the bamboo forest outside the raft, and the sound of 簌簌沙沙 is like a beautiful piece of music. The 冉云生一月月白圆领胡服 stands in the bamboo, the impeccable face with a sly smile, one The morning light fell on his white cheeks, reflecting the dazzling light.

"Ten brother!" Seeing such a beautiful boy, Yan Yan’s mood is also very good.

When Yun Yunsheng greeted him, Zhangkou asked: "I have been rushing yesterday, can I suffer?"

"No, the shadow plum is very quiet, it is suitable for self-cultivation. If the tenth can come to see me often, everything will be perfect." Yan Yan sat down on a flat stone nearby.

"I will come to see you often." There was a gentle and petite smile between the eyes of the eyebrows, so that the little ones on the side could see it.

Yan Yunsheng flexed his finger on Yan’s forehead and deliberately said: “I’m afraid that you can let go of the wild in this place. It’s still honest, and now it’s getting worse.”

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