The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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In the early morning of the next day, the breeze and the hustle and bustle, the air is slightly cool with a faint scent of orchids, and it is refreshing.

Yan Yan had just collapsed and had not yet dressed up, so someone came over and asked Xiao Yu to go to the temple.

Xiao Yu is still asleep. Since his wife’s death, he has almost never closed his eyes. He sleeps at least one or two hours a day, plus Fusui’s return to his hometown. After a hard work, he finally sleeps hard and feels awkward. He, but whoever stands on a high level must have the same ability, otherwise it will collapse sooner or later, and Xiao Yu is undoubtedly able to resist the pressure.

"French." Yan Yan gently pushed him.

"Well?" Xiao Yu rolled over and waited for a little awake, then he sat up. He didn't sleep very hard these days, and he only woke up when he had a waiter coming over to talk.

Yan Yan took down the plain clothes on the screen and helped him put it on. "I want to deal with spring."

This morning, Yan Yan’s move made Xiao Xiao’s heart soft and relaxed.

Strong for a long time, so tired.

When he was alone, he didn’t feel the hardship at all. All the things were contrasted. There were soft and strong, and there was fun. Compared to the past, he clearly noticed that he was deeply buried in his heart and was covered by layers of untouchable weakness, but by contrast, he preferred the present.

Xiao Yu leaned his head on the belly and enjoyed the intimate service of his wife.

"Xiao Yuzhi, I found that you have the potential to be drunk and die in a gentle township." Yan Yan gave him a robe sleeve and made fun of him.

"Overlord has a red face to send, what is not good." Xiao Yu with a little sleepy, whispered.

Yan Yan squinted at him and looked at him. "Hey, dry, bright, and powerful, what do you take?"

"Which point is not occupied, but I am sure to love my own woman than Bawang." Xiao Yu reached out and grabbed Yan Yan's waist, rubbed her on her chest, and decisively jumped away before she became angry and angry. "I will first gone!"

Yan Yan stared at him angrily and rushed to the porch to wear sneakers. When she left, she turned back and squinted at her eyes, and then she took care of her clothes and walked out of the hospital as usual.

Yan Yan couldn't help but smile a little and said to herself: "I can really wear it."

Yan Yan is the most unfamiliar person, but nowadays he always feels that he is different from other people in measuring Xiao Yu. Perhaps because of the word "trust", he is willing to unload camouflage in front of her, so he feels that his disguise is not It is unacceptable.

"Mother, Lang Jun has not cleaned up yet." The evening green came in with water, frowning and whispering: "If it is known to others, it is necessary to say that Lang Jun does not respect the ancestors."

Yan Yanwan, I think Xiao Yu will solve it himself. Whatever he is, he can be regarded as a filial person, not to mention that he will not leave a handle to speak to others.

"Don't worry about him, help me comb my hair." Yan Yan handed the comb to the late green.

After the grooming, Yan Yan will make people go to the church to inquire about the situation. The news that came back was not unexpected, but also made her stunned. Spring still lingered.

Yan Yan felt very strange, and the life of the person carefully said the reaction of the spring, and the result really found a clue - her state, obviously more firm than yesterday!

When I heard Xiao Yu in the spring of yesterday, when she told her to hand over her family to the government, she was shocked and scared. The memory of her face was still fresh. Why did she pass the night and she would not reveal any news?

With his own person, Yan Yan believes that he is still a decisive person. If he is in the spring situation today, and he is close to his family, I am afraid that it is difficult to make up his mind in one night.

“Where is there anyone in the spring?” Yan Yan asked the aunt of the family.

The acolyte replied: "There is her father, stepmother, two half-brothers."

冉 颌 颌, let the evening green reward the aunt.

Others are not as good as their own, and Yan’s current identity is similar to that of spring. She and Gao’s potential are the same, and it’s hard to be true in spring. If the father of spring is like an anecdote, why should he think about it all day long? ?

It’s just that spring is honest and honest, and the ancients thought that the body is a parent, even if there is no parenting, there is also the grace of birth, it must have influenced the decision of Spring.

As soon as noon, Xiao Yu came back from the temple.

After he had finished using lunch, Yan Yan asked: "What is the result?"

"I still refuse to say that people are still in the ancestral hall for the time being." Xiao Yu paused and snorted. After receiving the late green hand, the Pa wiped the water stains on the lips and then said: "However, last night and spring The person at the private meeting is really eleven."

Yan Yan did not answer, waiting for him to continue.

"11 Lang went out yesterday, but did not bring any of the aunts, I ordered people to go to the restaurant he used to go to find the changed clothes, he told the treasurer to throw away, but the second is good clothes, It was hidden, with rosin on it, and the red mud on the back of the mountain." Xiao Yu leaned back on the back, and sighed comfortably: "There is nothing for me." ""

"You don't want to touch the fish in the water?" Yan Yan took a sip of tea and looked at him.

Xiao Yu smiled faintly: "The water is smashed, I can't see the fish, I don't want to go wet first."

Sometimes the case is too complicated, and you will choose to stir the water more sturdyly and chaos the "fish", but Xiao Yu always knows how to seize the opportunity.

Yan Yan slightly understood and understood that the patriarch Xiao Xiao’s body was obviously not as good as one day. After a few days of exhaustion, everyone also saw that his physical condition could no longer hold the weight of a family. At this time, it is not Xiao Yu who is in a hurry, but the person of the Patriarch.

"Kuro Lang!" Liu Qingsong rolled in with a gust of wind.

Yan Yan was a little surprised. Liu Qingsong had been at the tomb of his wife and Ling Xiao for a few days. He had never seen anyone for a long time. Today, he suddenly became "lively" and for what purpose?

"Jiulang, Changan has news, and his Majesty may have to lose his sorrow." Liu Qingsong rushed to Xiao Qian's front, his voice was low and rushing.

Xiao Yu looked calm and whispered, "Who?"

Liu Qingsong did not answer, only looked at Xiao Yu, the meaning is clearly: you.

"How confident is your message?" Xiao Yu could not help but blame himself for neglecting the news of Chang'an. He has been tired of coping, but Liu Qingsong can hear the news, he can't hear the wind.

At this time, Yan Yan saw Liu Qingsong’s description. The blue-faced filial piety did not know that it had not been washed for a few days, and the knee was gray.

People are such complex creatures. Xiao Yu is clearly a strong person. He is almost a wall of iron and steel. He can encounter such deaths and deaths. It is inevitable that there will be some negligence and neglect. Liu Qingsong is old and weak, and he needs to use various stories to deceive himself. But at this moment, it is very clear.

Yan Yan looked at Xiao Yu deeply, his heart, sadness still has to be vented.

When she just thought about it, there was a small donkey coming over to Xiao Yu, saying that Changan came to the angel.

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