The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Sang Chen’s face was white, and he stood on the **** and said something uncomfortable: “I’m going back soon, this place, this place should not stay for a long time.”

Yan Yan's tiny jaws, really turned back to the mountains.

"Niang!" Sang Chen hurriedly screamed. "In the next, I sold a calligraphy and painting yesterday, earning fifty copies, and the money for the kiln has already been paid."

Yan Yan looked down at him with a look of expectation, as if waiting for the praise of the child, a pair of pure eyes like a washed blue sky, the face covered in the sleeves slightly tight, cold and spit out two words, "rabbit!"

Sang Chen stared at Yan Yan gradually disappeared into the figure from the grass, looked at the grass around him with a confused face, muttered to himself, "No rabbit?"

When I looked up again, I found that I couldn’t see the figure of Yan Yan. I lost my words and said to myself: "The next is a special trip to pay back the money, by the way... look at the scenery."

Speaking of the scenery, the handsome and white cheeks floated a suspicious blush, and quickly read the "Amitabha", but the next moment, the breeze picked up, he slammed a bit, looked around and wrapped his arms in his arms. Rabbits went to the monastery.

"Mother, the one who peeked at us was like a nun who was a singer."

Yan Yan nodded, and the heart was even more annoyed with Sang Chen. It was just a broomstick. It didn’t appear late, but it jumped out when the nun escaped.

When I walked to the hospital, Yan Yan suddenly thought of the little nun who probed her brain every time. Is this the person who keeps on peeking at them? If it is because of the rumors in the city, I am not curious about this point? What is her attempt?

Yan Yan temporarily recorded this matter in his heart, and Xiao Xiao was not allowed to say to others, even Xing Niang and late green were not allowed to say.

After returning to the hospital, Xing Niang has cleaned up the dishes she bought and the stoves have been cleaned.

"I will do it today." Yan Yan is on the Xing Niang Road who is making a fire.

Xing Niang looked amazed, how many things Yan Yan would have, she knows better, but the typical ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui, how could suddenly cook!

"I have tried to do a few filial masters before, and he can still feel it after he tasted it." Yan Yan rolled up his sleeves and placed clean bamboo shoots on the cutting board, cutting it in a hurry. I went out after eating this morning, I want to give it to him."

Xing Niang squatted for a while, suddenly red eyes, and even said: "Okay, good."

Yan Yan slightly frowned, "How can you cry again, you can change this sex, crying more bad for the body." Yan Yan cut vegetables in his hand, looked up at Xing Niang, she described thin, uncomfortable, white hair Wrinkled, it looks like 60 years old, but Yan Yan judged from some details, she is only about fifty years old, this age... will not be menopause.

"Mother carefully cut the knife, don't hurt myself." Xing Niang wiped her tears, while collecting firewood, while screaming: "Mother is so sensible, strange heartache, hey, it is life, now you have changed sex, and now I can get a handful of medical skills, get a kitchen under the hall, and have a good origin. The old clan is also an old man. It won’t be like Lang Jun. It’s just looking at the lady’s face. In the past, my mother was able to work hard..."

Xing Niang saw that Yan Yan had a good look, and pressed the surprise in her heart, but in her eyes, as long as her mother is good, all problems are not a problem.

"It's already past noon, why haven't news yet!" Xing Niang looked at the sky outside, and could not help but start anxious again.

Yan Yan looked at her and thought about it. If Xing Niang has always been this sex, how can she get the weight of Mrs. Zheng? Perhaps indecisiveness is the nature, but at least it is impossible to shed tears. It is estimated that it is really menopause.

From time to time, Xing Niang probed out and looked at it. Yan Yan almost prepared all the dishes, just wait for Yun Yunsheng to come back and fry.

"Anniling!" The sound of the late green screaming suddenly broke through the silence.

Xing Niang immediately rushed out and saw that only one person was late in the evening, pulling her hand and hurriedly asked: "Is there no one saved? Is it a Juro?"

"In the back, the song blue is empty, and the mountain is not moving. Shiro finds the bearer to carry it up." The green and excited voices were a little trembling, and the eyes were swollen like walnuts, apparently crying before. Late Green saw Yan Yan coming out of the kitchen, rushed over and swayed, pulling her arm and shaking, and said: "Mother, it is a song blue, it is a song blue!"

"Don't be happy, talk about what's going on." Yan Yan lived in her.

Late green can barely stabilize the mood, and the speed is fast and fast: "The slaves sent a letter to the history of Liu, he was in the trial, and the slave waited for half an hour at the door. When he handed the letter to Liu’s history, he immediately sent When people went to Qingyufang, the slaves were anxious, and they followed the past. They were rescued by Shiro, and the slaves saw the song blue..."

The sound of the late green was weak, and the throat was slightly stunned. "She can't talk, she becomes a dumb."

Yan Yan tightly licked her lips, Xing Niang had already burst into tears.

At this time, I heard the faint noise outside, and Yan Yan led the late green and Xing Niang to greet him. Xiaoman saw it immediately.

A group of people came over from the Bluestone Trail, and Yun Yunsheng walked in the front, followed by a shoulder-shoulder, followed by six or seven female frowns. I want to come here, and it’s hard to make them unhappy.

When Yun Yunsheng saw Yan Yan, the face was full of smiles. "Fortunately, the mission is not to be disgraceful. The ten brother brought people back to you."

Yan Yan also returned with a smile, and all his eyes were placed on the shoulders. He watched the four bearers drop their shoulders and calmed down. The bamboo curtains were pulled away from the inside.

The first thing that Yan Yan saw was the hand that opened the curtain. It was pale like paper and as thin as a bamboo knot. It could not stop shaking because of weakness and inner excitement. When the bamboo curtains were all opened, a tall woman in a gray-grey cloth, walked out. Her man, like the hand, is slender and slender, wrapped in a large muslin skirt, like a piece of paper, as if a breeze can blow away.

The black hair that grows to the leg bends loosely and loosely behind her, reflecting the pale, almost transparent face. Song Blue has a beautiful black hair, and the eyes are black and white, bright and bright like a dragon in the spring.

Yan Yan looked at her and coincided with the girl in her dream. This year's song blue is eighteen years old. Apart from being a little taller, she has a lot of sorrows. There is almost no change. The time seems to pity her, keep her appearance as much as possible. Two years ago.

This is the woman who can save her life to protect a person. Two years later, Song Lan still believes that the person she wants to protect, telling her the first time she is imprisoned, and her heart is full of respect and compassion. , gently screamed, "Song Blue."

The blue eyes of the song blue finally couldn't help but shed tears, opened his mouth, and only made a hoarse and intermittent whining sound, and the weak body leaned against the shoulders and slowly slipped down.

Yan Yan reached up and grabbed her, gently placed her back, whispered: "Everything is gone, song blue."

The Yinfu case was rumored in Suzhou City. Almost everyone who had heard it heard that a person who thought that he had died two years ago had suffered so much and actually returned, making the reunion after two years. See, both happy and sad.

Xing Niang’s tears are like a dyke, but the color of the eyebrows is hard to say.

Xiaoman looked at the song blue, and his heart was miscellaneous. It was both sympathy and uncomfortable. It was supposed that she was a close-knit aunt around Yan Yan, but a person who died two years ago suddenly took out and broke her. I thought... Song Lan used to be "dead" for Yan Yan. Evening green is a lot of love for many years. It is an irreplaceable sentiment. She knows that she has no hope of squeezing into such a master and servant.

"It's a happy event, don't cry any more, go to the hospital and talk about it." When Yun Yunsheng screamed at the host and servant couples, he took the bearers and the idlers and sent them back.

Several people received tears, Xiao Man supported Xing Niang, who was crying and fainted, and the evening green and Yan Yan supported the song blue and went into the hospital together.

"Late green water to give the song blue to bathe first, if there is anything, wait until it is safe." Yan Yan told.

When I sat down in the house, the mood of the song blue was also stabilized. Holding the hand of Yan Yan, she looked at her with tears.

Yan Yan also held back tightly. At the same time of her happiness, she also remembered the pronunciation of Fangcai Lan. It seemed that her tongue was not broken, but she was poisoned by poison.

After all, if the tongue is broken, once it is not handled well, it may be fatal, and the tongue breaks only affect the pronunciation, does not affect the vocal cords, and cannot be the hoarse voice just now. But this does not mean that it can be healed. In many legendary stories, after being poisoned by poison, it can be recovered as long as you take antidote. It feels ridiculous, and this poison will destroy the vocal cords and it is difficult to recover. Long and difficult, it is not every case can be cured.

Several people sat quietly for a while, without words, and the joy of reunion filled the whole house.

What kind of intelligent woman is the song blue, looking around the environment inside the house, I know that Yan Yan is also not good, especially Xing Niang, the whole is more than ever.

When Yan Yan saw her, she seemed to have something to say, so she made Xiaoman go to take the pen and ink, and let Xing Niang soak a cup of sugar.

Song Blue took the pen and wrote the first sentence on paper. It was: Mother was much more stable than before, and the slaves were almost never recognized.

Yan Yan’s heart sighed, and the coming will always come. She also thought about how to deal with it. “If it’s not calm, how can you afford to sacrifice your life for me?”

On the pale blue face of the song, a quiet smile is like a lotus flower in the cool breeze of the summer evening. She covets and writes again: The slave is very happy.

She is happy, on the one hand because she is still alive, on the other hand, she is not disappointed by her. In the past two years, I finally waited for a little slack in the guardianship. I used the news of the old lady who sent the meal to pass the news. With her understanding of her mother, if she is sensible, she should report the news to the government because she knows that her weak nature may save her. She couldn't be, but she still gambled once.

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