The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Yan Yan’s main servant gathered in the house for an afternoon, until the little nun came over and sent dinner.

After using the dinner, Yan Yan sent them to go to bed early, and she was lying on the couch for a long time. Song Lan is a bright woman, not as emotional as Xing Niang, nor as late-green and careless. It can be foreseen that she will soon find that the body is not the soul.

Yan Yan did not want to be suspicious of such a loyal person, so she intended to tell the truth of the song blue. If she can accept it, she will continue to stay. If it is unacceptable, Yan Yan will give her a proper arrangement, the worst plan, But things are being thrown out. Such gambling things, Yan Yan does not often do, but there are always one or two things in life, there is no choice, sometimes rely on gambling.

But today is not a good time. Yan Yan only had a plain white coat and walked up the gallery with a lantern. He looked at the partial room that had been turned off and walked on the gallery.

It has already entered the autumn, and the mosquitoes in the rainy weather are much less than the plains. Yan Yan quietly stares at the rain curtains that connect with the sky, and the bottom of my heart is a little bit awkward. The past generations are like clouds, becoming a dream for her, each time awakening in her dreams. At the time, I felt that I was alone in a strange world.

Yan Yan stared at her weak and boneless hands with the faint light of the lantern. The former hands dissected a thousand bodies, which is not like the current fissure.

I don't know how long it took, and the soft footsteps sounded on the gallery. Yan Yan looked up and saw the blue hand holding a satin, and was coming towards her.

Song Blue sat down beside her, spread the satin to the face, and looked at her doubtfully, as if she was asking: Why didn’t she sleep?

"Can't sleep, can't you sleep?" asked Yan Yan.

Song Lan smiled and nodded.

"Talk about it." Yan Yandao.

Song blue jaw, got up and hurried into the house, took the pen and the paper.

After she was seated, Yan Yan said: "If you have anything, ask."

The song blue is slightly different, and the clear-eyed eyes have some kind of emotions flowing quietly. She quietly looks at Yan Yan for a while, covets the paper, and hangs on the ground and holds a pen and writes: The slave feels that the mother is both familiar and strange. Two years have suffered a lot?

Yan Yan glanced at the contents of the paper and knew that the song blue is still only doubts and speculations. She is close to the former Yan Yan. If she gets along after a period of time, this doubt will definitely be deeper.

"I have suffered a lot, and I still can't afford to stay in bed in June this year." Yan Yan slowly said, quiet eyes and her face, "Do you believe that people have souls?"

Song Blue’s expression froze, and a pale face was as gray as she was, and she stared at Yan Yan incredulously, as if she wanted to see her soul through this calm and waveless beggar.

As if to recognize the half a sigh, the song blue shaking hands and hurriedly spread the paper, wrote on it: she is gone?

Yan Yan looked at the song blue and trembled to write this word, and sighed in her heart. With only two ambiguous words, she guessed the truth of the truth. The wisdom of the song blue is still above her imagination. This open and honest conversation, 冉Yan obviously gambled in half.

"Yes, she died in early June, and I was born again in this body." When Yan Yan said this sentence, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because she died once, so she only asked for peace of mind. Then care.

The blue hand holding the pen is stiff in the air, and a drop of ink condensed on the tip of the pen drips on the paper, blooming into a black flower. Then there was a drop of two drops of water splashing on the paper, and the blue hoarse voice sounded, especially in the quiet rainy night.

Yan Yan saw her thin body huddled into a ball, buried her face on her lap, her shoulders shaking constantly, and she looked so heartbroken.

Understand that in addition to deep feelings, she sacrificed her life for the survival of that Yan Yan, and she was glad that she was lucky enough to survive. When she saw her former mother, she actually found her two years of sin. Bai received, that person is already dead!

Huge joy, it turned into grief, how can you not cry. Yan Yan feels that she is very ruthless, but she is very sloppy, and her pain is not as good as short pain. It is good or bad to know about this thing. It is also good or bad for her. It is just her usual style of doing things. It’s gone.

Song Lan cried for a long time, until the sound of hoarseness could not be sent out, only to dry his tears, squatting straight, and rudely solemnly gave a big gift.

"I will honestly tell this matter, it is up to you to decide to stay. If you want to expose it, I will go, but I want to say that I am not your weak mother, and will never accept it." Yan Yan looked She is authentic.

Song Blue tightly licked her lips, coveted a piece of paper again, thought about it, and wrote: Since God wants you to continue to live for my mother, the slaves will not blame you, and will never be against you, just slaves. Request to stay with you.

Her pen paused and continued to write: Revenge for my mother.

Her mother is how to die, Song Blue does not have to think about it, that Gao's, has been doing all the means to force the mother, her organs counted, and finally let Gao's success!

Since the song was sent to the government, the fate was tightly tied to the niece of the 冉 ,, and it was also forced to protect the face by the situation. Gao was cautious and never believed in others, and it was also a A woman with a mind, if she wants to be honest with Gao, if she is a member of Gao’s family, she can only be a low-serving acolyte at Gao’s side. If she does not hide her, she will be able to have the right lady’s position when she is in the position of Mrs. No more than her.

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These are also afterward words. The most important thing is that when Song Lan began to think about the future, he had already followed Yan Yannian. Although Yan Yan was weak, there was no such thing as a family of nobles and a good temper. I believe her and rely on her. In either respect, there is no reason for betrayal.

However, they have been living for more than a decade. Until today, Song Lan has not protected Yan Yan for their own interests. They are called master servants, and they are actually more like sisters.

Song Blue once again gave a big gift to Yan Yan and asked to stay.

"Okay." Yan Yan's eyes turned to the dark rainy night, and the voice was slightly cool. "How do you deal with Gao? I don't hinder it. I will help if necessary. This is the reward I used to borrow her body, but Please also remember that your mother’s death is not related to me. If one day makes me discover that you have done something that is not good for me, don’t blame me for not being merciless... I am never intriguing, but if I If you want to let the dead, there is no possibility of living."

Song Lan fixedly looked at the back of Yan Yan, and there was a complicated look in the eyelids. The person in front of her was obviously a mother, but she was not. The mother she knew could not say such confidence and certain words.

After a moment of silence, Song Blue wrote two words on the paper and handed it to Yan Yan. He handed it to her hand and bowed respectfully. She got up and sent the paper and pen back to the original place, and then stepped on the light foot. house.

Yan Yan unfolded the piece of paper, the first sentence above is: You are a person worthy of slavery. The second sentence is: Mother rests earlier.

Not admiration, but awe. For a person like Ge Lan, if she can't make her allegiance, and she won't kill her, then she will have to hold it down until she accepts it. Yan Yan slightly picked up the corners of the lips, folded the paper into strips, and then took them out in the lantern and ignited them. When the light is shining, Yan Yan looks at his eyes, and a dark burst of flames reflects a burst of flames.

The mountain wind rolled up in the ash and drifted in the night rain.

Sitting quietly for a while, Yan Yan tightened the satin on his body and lifted the lantern back to the dormitory.

Yan Yan just stepped into the inner chamber and immediately noticed a familiar sweet taste.

is blood!

She quickly took her foot back and stepped back out of the door before she walked two steps. There was a cold and weak voice inside the house. "Don't be afraid, it is me."

Yan Yan slightly breathed a sigh of relief, and returned again. As soon as she entered the inner room, the blood smell became more intense, almost filled the whole house, and she was slightly embarrassed. She could understand the human body and could form such a **** It is bound to flow a lot of blood.

"How did you get hurt again?" Yan Yan's tone was faint, and the lamp on the side of the bed was lit. Although I had expected it, I was shocked when I was seen.

In the black, Su Fuzhen sword sits under the window, and the body is covered with traces of being scratched by swords. The blood is soaked all over the body, and the clothes fit on the strong body to outline the shape of each muscle in the body. There has been a gathering of blood. There is no big wound on the beautiful face, but it is pale and scary, and the blue eyes are lost.

Yan Yanzhen was around him to check his injuries.

Su Fu suddenly laughed, his laughter was low and dumb, but he was very happy, as if he had learned to understand and redeem, and looked up at him with sorrow and sorrow, but it was the pale, handsome face on a beautiful world. Between the darkness and the light, it is dazzling.

Yan Yan frowned. "Who hurts you like this?"

Yan Yan is very unacceptable. This is a flawless body. She has not been seen by her own eyes and she has been made into this appearance. It is a sin to die.

"I am free!" Su Fu laughed hysterically, causing some of the wounds that had stopped bleeding to re-exude blood.

Yan Yan went out to play a basin of water, took the box of herbs from the corner of the house, quickly untied Su Fu's clothes, rubbed the water with a white stack of cloth, wiped the blood on his body, and rubbed the wine on the wound while rubbing it. Soon the upper body was cleaned up, the large wound was quickly disinfected with wine, and the needle thread was sutured. After cleaning, the wound was wounded and cut into strips with a clean white cloth.

Then, Yan Yan thought about it and started to take off the pants of Su Su, the belt was loose, and the wrist of Yan Yan was tightly held by a big hand.

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