Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 1

In the Renzong Dynasty of the Northern Song Dynasty, in the fifth year of Tiansheng, on the fourth day of April, it was the day to take off Luo Yi and change gauze clothes.In Bianliang, the capital of the country, everyone put on light and cool gauze clothes.

In the privy envoy's mansion inside Caomen, Qu Mingshu leaned against the beauties in the long pavilion by the water, teasing the pond full of koi with the white jade pendant on the handle of the fan.The maid Chunxiu handed over a lotus suction cup filled with licorice ice and cold water. Pieces of ice floated in the light golden cold drink. Take a sip, refreshing and refreshing.

I really miss ice cream, especially the creamy one with a rich chocolate sauce.Thinking of this, Ming Shu couldn't help laughing at herself. It's been more than three years since she lived here, and she's completely used to basic necessities of life, but she often misses modern snacks.

Yao thought that when she first wore it, she made a big joke.

Just because the original owner of this body was a little stupid, and all affairs had to be taken care of by others. When she was 11 years old, the people around her were negligent for a while, and this little lady Qu jumped into the pond. When she was rescued, she was already breathing More venting and less anger.

So, a modern soul somehow attached to Mrs. Qu, she sat up in shock from a dying illness, asked with a smile where the guest came from, and sent the white-haired man who was already lying beside the bed to the black-haired man. The father and mother were so frightened that they both fell on their backs, and then they understood, and they were surprised and happy to invite the doctor back, thanking God for his mercy, not only returning the life of their only daughter, but also letting her speak.

Mingshu's next move extinguished the little flame of hope of the Qu couple.She was surprised to see the man's attire in front of her. The man's temples were slightly frosted, he was clear and square, he was wearing a blue straight-sleeved round-neck gown, and he was wearing a black old man's scarf. The gold pleated skirt is woven on a white ground, and the long blue glass hairpin is inserted on the head. It is clearly the dress of the Song Dynasty.

As a forensic doctor of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, she was doing an autopsy on the dead at the murder scene in Chaoyang District, Beijing, and was suddenly hijacked by the fleeing suspects. How did she come here?She was startled, and asked frantically: "I have traveled through time? How many years is it now? Northern Song Dynasty or Southern Song Dynasty?"

Through the moon?Bow round?North send?South send?
Everyone was silent, Mrs. Qu hugged Mingshu and cried: "My poor son! I couldn't speak before, so why am I talking nonsense now!"

Today's privy envoy, Qu Yuanshi, also sighed deeply with his hands behind his back, and the doctor, who had witnessed this tragic human tragedy, silently added a few brain-reinforcing herbs to the prescription.

As Mingshu gradually got used to the life here, the Qus and his wife believed that their daughter had really returned to normal. It smells.

Three years passed by like water, Qu Mingshu was about to turn fifteen, and marriage should be put on the agenda.Logically speaking, how could the dignified privy envoy's daughter worry about getting married?However, it is well known that she suffered from dementia for 11 years. People of similar family status were worried that she would suffer from hidden diseases and harm their children and grandchildren, so they did not want to marry her.But if she is betrothed to a second-class man, Mrs. Qu will not be satisfied. She is a daughter, so why should she commit herself to others for the sake of her cured illness?

After all, Quyuan has a lot of experience and knowledge, saying that you don't have to stick your eyes to the Beijing and Central Schools, you might as well select young people with both ability and political integrity from the new subjects.Therefore, after the end of the spring at the end of February and before the palace examination in mid-April, I planned to select a few young candidates I liked and invite them home for a small gathering. In fact, I let my daughter stand behind the curtain to observe secretly and find out A wishful gentleman.

Today is the big day to choose a son-in-law. Mrs. Qu finished her dressing and went to her daughter's boudoir, but found it was empty. Then she realized that she went to a remote place in the garden to enjoy the cool. Shu please come back, seeing that the children in the front hall are almost ready, Mrs. Qu ordered a few thick servants to carry her daughter to the side room of the front hall in a rage.

Mingshu also knows that her parents are thinking of herself, but look at her body, her chest is flat, her buttocks are flat, and she is thin and fleshless. Although the pink and white oval face has a charming charm, overall It seems that she is still a little girl who is not fully developed, and she is clearly about to get married as a child, which really challenges Mingshu's bottom line for many years.

Even if there is no law on the protection of minors, you can't mess around!

She shrank back behind the bamboo curtain pretending to be deaf and dumb, looking at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose. Seeing that she looked like an old monk in meditation, Mrs. Qu lightly patted her on the shoulder and winked outside the curtain, signaling She paid attention to the people outside.

Qu Yuan Shi gave Ming Shu a roster, which recorded simple information such as the age, origin, and appearance of the thirteen candidates who came to the meeting today. Ming Shu scanned it perfunctorily. Teenagers in cyan robes and black scarves came to worship one after another, and they couldn't match up for a while, but they all looked the same in their early twenties, humble, polite, and stable.

"If I'm two years older, maybe I'll be able to marry happily." Ming Shu looked at her undeveloped breasts and thought to herself.

While on an errand, I suddenly heard a childish voice, saying solemnly: "Student Linchuan Yan Ziqin, I have met the Privy Envoy."

According to the sound, it was a young boy about 15 years old, with a round face that was white, soft and elastic, but there was a kind of maturity that did not match his age between his brows. Qu Yuan bowed to each other, more upright and meticulous than the elders who just took the seat.

What a sanctimonious bun, a child pretending to be an adult!Mingshu couldn't help chuckling, Mrs. Qu gave her a hard look, she quickly sat upright, staring at the bun, watching him take his seat.Quyuan Shi seemed to attach great importance to his appearance, and frequently cast favors on him.

At this time, the servant girls brought tea and snacks to the children. On each table was a pot of tea made by Longfeng tea balls, a box filled with sliced ​​apricots, plum ginger, and sweet candies, and a plate of water. The light red peony crisp with perilla paste and a plate of Chengsha dumplings.There were thirteen copies in total, and they were placed on thirteen tables, but Mingshu found that there were only twelve people sitting, and one person was absent.

Qu Yuanshi also noticed it and asked, "Wang Er hasn't arrived yet, does anyone who knows him know what happened?"

One of the students sitting in the row stood up, claiming to live in the same room as Wang Xiucai, cupped his hands and said: "It's about going back to the courtyard, Brother Wang was unwell the day before yesterday, and he has been shutting himself out for the past few days, maybe he hasn't recovered yet." .”

"In that case, let's have a seat first."

It is said that it is a meeting, but it is mainly a casual conversation.Scholars talk about vision, from classics to court, from poems to customs, and finally around Lu Yi's bamboo slips of summoning orders and counselors, and Xia Song, deputy envoy of the Privy Council, who started compiling the real records of Zhenzong's court. Deliberately showing off, Qu Yuan also deliberately compares people's opinions, let them debate freely, Mingshu behind the bamboo curtain yawns, thinking that transporting this group of people to modern times can form a variety show team, saying I didn't get stuck all day and night.

Yan Ziqin stood out from the group of people talking eloquently, not because he said something that shocked everyone, but because he said almost nothing from the beginning to the end, and his dark eyes were always looking at the dim sum in front of him, Concentrated as if studying some rare classics.The food at this kind of party is only for decoration, and no one is ashamed to eat it.

It's so attractive, and it's so close at hand, but it's impossible to get in my mouth!
Everything fell into Mingshu's eyes, it was really funny, she deliberately covered her mouth and tried not to make a sound, fearing that her mother would blame herself again.I read "Yan Ziqin" silently twice in my heart, and felt very familiar. I suddenly remembered that he entered Beijing to take the exam last year. Many people were optimistic about this famous child prodigy. Unfortunately, because of gluttony, his stomach and intestines were ruined, and he gave up the exam with hatred. It's a rematch.

The world is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Children are children, and they can't move their eyes when they see sweets.

For the rest of the time, Mingshu spent half-dream and half-awake, and suddenly woke up. It turned out that the banquet was over in the hall. Taking advantage of the noise of people leaving, Mrs. Qu led Mingshu back to the back house, and took out the The roster that day, asked expectantly: "How is it, Ningning? Is there something you like?"

Ningning is Mingshu's small character.

Seeing that Mingshu turned the booklet over and over several times, but remained silent, Mrs. Qu frowned and said, "Qu Mingshu, if you don't take your own marriage to heart, how can you ask others to help you!"

Calling by nickname proves that the parents are in a good mood, and calling by first and last name means that they are about to lose their temper.Mingshu had to bite the bullet and read it again, but found that there was no impression. She just remembered a little bun, Yan Ziqin. He was born in the first month of the fifth year of Dazhong Xiangfu, half a year older than herself. Just look at his picture. I really can't see the childish face.

Seeing her daughter's gaze lingering on Yan Ziqin's page, Mrs. Qu felt concerned, she softened her voice, and said with a smile, "Could it be that you fell in love with Yan Langjun."

"That's not it!" Ming Shu hurriedly closed the roster, her face flushed, she was 24 before crossing, and she hadn't tasted bad enough to hurt young boys.

Mrs. Qu also said that she was shy as the youngest daughter, and took the roster with a smile, "I think he is also very good. Although his family background is average, he is a rare child prodigy. It’s really rare to live in! It’s just that I’m younger, in case you disagree.”

The maid lifted up the bamboo curtain, and Qu Yuanshi, who had already changed into homely clothes, walked into the room while talking: "At first I thought he was too young to be entrusted to, but now it seems that I have underestimated this young man! All the teenagers at the banquet were quick to change their words, but he was the only one who was as stable as Mount Tai, calm and composed, with piercing eyes but knew how to hide the front, and such a person could go a long way in his official career."

As stable as Mount Tai?Calm down?Bright eyes but know how to hide front?It's obvious that he was too absorbed in watching dim sum and didn't have time to talk, okay?
Qu Mingshu was powerless to complain. The Qu couple had already exchanged glances and hit it off. Mingshu raised an objection and was immediately dismissed by the Qu Yuanshi. She said angrily: "The marriage of children is always the order of parents. Now it is merciful for you to choose a son-in-law behind the curtain!"

This sentence blocked Mingshu's remaining words in her throat. Right now she really doesn't have the power to decide on marriage, and it might be a better choice to be with Yan Ziqin. What will really happen, hehehe, it will be easier to get along with each other, and I will make plans after fooling around for three to five years.

In her previous life, she was a persistent single dog, so the innocence of two lives can't be handed over to others casually!

Seeing that she didn't refuse, but she still had a bitter face, Qu Yuanshi pointed to the study and said, "Anyway, you've reached the age of marriage, so hurry up and familiarize yourself with the female precepts and the Analects of women, and test your essentials of the Four Classics tomorrow, so as not to marry a Scholar, shame on your husband's house!"

Mrs. Qu hurried to help her husband calm down. This Quyuan is good at everything, talented and caring for the family, but it is too serious and always frightens others with a straight face.Mingshu hid in the study under the hint of Mrs. Qu's eyes, worrying about the Analects of Confucius.

She was a forensic doctor who just entered the job before time travel, unlike other time travel girls with golden fingers, because there is no corpse in the backyard of the government for her to show her talent?Her knowledge of the Analects of Confucius is limited to the ten chapters of the Analects she learned in junior high school, not to mention the university and the mean. During these three years, she was treated as a dementia in the first year, and she started to study slowly in the next two years Well, Mrs. Qu dotes on her and can't bear to let her be troubled, so she hasn't made much progress until now, and she can barely write lowercase which is not too creepy.

With a long sigh, Mingshu lay down on the table and slowly digested the fact that she was about to marry another underage with her small body. She watched her two-year-old brother Qu Mingheng waddling past in front of her. She smirks.

Ming Heng was also an old man who got by chance when the Qu family saw that their daughter was safe and "in a good mood" after she transmigrated.

"Elder sister hug!" Qu Mingheng pulled the corner of her skirt to play tricks.

Mingshu picked him up, smiled wryly and said, "Ah Heng, you might have a husband."

"Hey hey." Ming Heng only knew silly music, leaving Ming Shu speechless.

(End of this chapter)