The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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"Wan Ping..." Chai Xuanyi whispered.

He opened his eyes and heard his voice, but he was full of gloom. He seems to remember a lot of things, but his head is empty, there is no clear picture.

"Alang?" A voice rang in the ear, and Chai Xuanyi turned his head and saw a strange face.

Yuan saw him with a blank face and sighed: "Alang, the slave is a round, serving the aides of your life."

Chai Xuanyi Mumu nodded and listened to the round: "You have been burning high last night, and you still call people names. The slaves thought you thought of something."

Chai Xuanyi listened attentively, but the reaction was not over, and he said with a hoarse voice: "Who am I?"

"You are Lang Jun of Chai's family, ranking fourteen among the clan..." The sound of the circle came down. According to the original words, she will then introduce when he married the owner of Wenxi County, when will he stand alone? ...but at this time, his wife is lying in the hall. If he asks his wife where he is, and asks to see her as usual, what should I do?

"Alang, your burning has just retired, or don't think about many things." Round the towel cloth with water, help Chai Xuanyi wipe his face, continue: "Are you lying for a while, or is it now falling?"

Chai Xuanyi’s half-heartedness said: "It’s falling."

The round called the acolyte to come in and waited for Chai Xuanyi to wash and change clothes. Chai Xuanyi let them play with her eyes, but her eyes were always on the white bud of a servant's hair. After watching it for a long time, she only felt that her throat was inexplicably blocked, and she reached out and pulled the flower down.

The acolyte, who was helping him to tidy up his clothes, was screaming and screaming, and looked at Chai Xuanyi with amazement. He quickly lowered his eyes and owed his body: "The slave is damned."

No one responded for a long time, she secretly raised her eyes, but saw Chai Xuanyi staring at the flowers in her hand.

Looking at the movement of Chai Xuanyi in amazement, I didn’t react to it for a while, and I said, “Alang... What do you think of?”

The clothes on Chai Xuanyi have been put on, and they have been dressed in Tsing Yi. The hair has not been combed yet. It is only loose behind the back. The slender hand looks at a white flower, and the eyes look like it is looking at it, but it looks empty. focal length.

The house was quiet and scary, and the waves waved quietly, so that everyone could go down.

"Alang, the slaves retire first. If you have something, you will call the slave." After the round said that he did not respond, fearing that he had forgotten, he reminded again: "The slave is called the circle."

After all, she also retired, just went to the door, but listened to Chai Xuanyi to stop her, "round."

"Yes, what is Alang's command?"

Chai Xuanyi slowly said: "I... who else at home?"

In the center of the circle, I smiled and said: "There are more people in the family of the Chai family. The slaves can’t say for a moment. It’s better to use the morning meal first, and the slaves slowly say?"

Chai Xuanyi nodded.

The snow outside is already small, but the sky is still cloudy, and occasionally one or two snowflakes fall.

The entrance to Chaifu has been hung up in the white, and it is clear in the snow. There is no condolence. Shortly after noon, a carriage stopped at the door.

The doorman who was roasting the fire saw the person, and immediately got up. He saw a woman in the white uniform who was helped by the aunt to come down from the car. It was covered with black soapy silk and a pair of hanging costumes. He greeted him. "What is this mother?"

"I came to mourn the owner of Wenxi County, please forgive me for not being able to show my identity." Her cold voice slowly said.

The concierge knew that the identity of the main person of Wenxi County was avoided by many people. There was no master in the house who could be the master. He thought about it and felt that there was no good plot in the house. He invited her first. In the concierge, someone was sent to inform the butler.

After waiting for a while, a small donkey came over and said: "Mr. Wu asked the small to lead you to the hall."

It’s not that the housekeeper is scornful, but the condolence person has said that he does not want to show his identity, so he follows the meaning of the guests and walks in a low-key manner.

Xiao Yan had nothing to say, and when he led the person to the hall, he hurried back.

The mourning hall is incomparably hollow, only one squatting, full house white practice, there is a sacrifice in front of the raft, no one guards the shackles, only a few waiters stand under the porch.

Yan Yan quietly looked at the opposite coffin, once again had a feeling of resistance to the body, not only because of the personality of Li Yuping, but also her face with a similarity of five or six points, which she could not help but come. The reason for chanting the owner of Wenxi County.

Yan Yan did not know the funeral customs of Datang, but only screamed at it. The late green behind me was inexplicable, but she could also feel her solemnity.

Standing for a while, Yan Yan was led by the late green.

When I walked to the courtyard, I heard a clear sound coming from the heart, and my heart moved slightly, and I went unconsciously along the music.

"Mother, there is the backyard." Xiao Xiao reminded.

If Yan Yanzhen did not hear it, she walked straight through a door and saw the plum blossoms that were defeated by the garden. The snow was heavy, and there was no beauty, but it was not as lively as the flowers.

When I saw it, I didn’t dare to stop it. I didn’t know what to do. I quickly turned around and went back to the housekeeper to ask.

Yan Yan listened to the sound of the piano. I guess that no one told Chai Xuan that his wife’s death could not help but feel sad. She was just about to walk into Meiyuan, but she suddenly saw a Baker's aunt and passed away to the study. Yan Yan stood behind the plum tree, and it was a white coat. The aunt went so fast that he did not see her.

Yan Yan once went to the study once, still remember, hesitated, and then with the past.

When I walked to the entrance of the study, I only saw a brazier under the gallery. She heard the footsteps and immediately pulled the green to hide behind the wall and sneaked out her head.

The Baker's aunt took a thick piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it into the brazier one by one.

When Yan Yan saw her back to the side, she went up the corridor from the side of the stairs and put the steps to the lightest.

The waiter seemed to be alert to the surroundings. Yan Yan had just stepped onto the gallery. She hadn’t taken two steps. She turned back and saw someone she didn’t know. The white face was slightly relieved and she saw the dress of Yan Yan. Then she rushed to her: "You are coming to mourn the lady, here is the study, the hall is over there."

Yan Yan silently approached her slowly. Yan Yan knows this acolyte, she once saw her in the study room, and she is waiting for her life around Chai Xuanyi.

"I have been thinking, Chai Langjun got such a serious amnesia, how to remember hatred, to kill He Yan and Yu Lang... It turned out to be." Yan Yan eyes fell on the paper in her hands.

Yan Yan did not doubt Li Zhiping's IQ. If Chai Xuan really only killed Bai Ru, she would not be so stupid to change her life, unless she found something, but it was too late, she could only use such a decision. Method.

I can only sigh that Li Pingping cannot exist for a long time, otherwise no one can drill under her eyelids.

The round face is white, not only because of Yan Yan, but also because the eyebrows of Yan Yan and Wen Xixian are like students. When she admits one mistake, she can admit her mistake twice. Moreover, Yan Yan is still covered with soap on the face.

"You...you..." The circle looked at her incredulously, and the paper in his hand was scattered all over the place.

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